#and that realizing when I’m being genuine and when I’m being sarcastic is a learning curve

[jamandjazz]

I knew I had a flat voice but it didnt click in my head how bad it was until my sister called me fake for speaking so “animatedly” in front of my friends (cause they aren’t used to my regular voice so I make it nicer for them) while my friends would STILL consider my voice monotone as fuck

[floral-cavern]

So.. Sarcastic Chorus has retired from doing Helluvaverse content. This is a huge blow to the series. If you somehow don’t know, Sarcastic Chorus is the Helluvaverse YouTuber. He’s done so many analysis videos, it’s kind of part of his brand in the same way FNAF is associated with MatPat. The fact that Chorus left the shows is crazy, but, honestly, it’s just a testament to how bad this show has been getting.

This is the view count for the first three episodes for seasons 1 and 2

And if you think that’s bad, look at the difference between the season finales for each season

(I know technically Ozzie’s isn’t the season finale, but Queen Bee doesn’t count because of how long it took to come out)

People are tired of the show focusing on the wrong things. I seriously recommend Chorus’s video, it has so many good points. And one point I really want to talk about is Stolas.

I talk a lot about the bad writing in the show in general and how I don’t like Stolas, but I just want to say, I don’t like him anymore. I used to really like his character.. but season 2 completely ruined him for me because they refuse to acknowledge that he has any flaws. Rather than tell “we know Stolitz has flaws on both sides of the relationship, both will work on that,” instead, it’s all just Blitzo. They’ve spent 3 whole episodes just shitting on Blitzo, when… where’s that same treatment for Stolas? Stolas is a classist, racist, rapist. But the show seems to just… forget this. They’re backpedaling so hard, I'm surprised they haven’t fallen off the bike.

I used to find Stolas an interesting character and I was so excited to see where they would take his flaws and mistakes. Like, think about it. Stolas is completely naive, having been sheltered his whole life. The only concept for genuine intimacy he has comes from erotica. Of course he’s going to have a skewed idea of what sex is like when the only sex he’s ever had is with Stella, who, and I quote, “just lays there staring at the wall” where Stella has to do all the work. Ya… that is fucked and a form of sexual abuse, just like what Stolas does to Blitzo. So, I was interested to see where they would take this cycle of abuse that Stolas is so accustomed to and how they were going to have him break it. How was Stolas going to learn his idea of intimacy is wrong?

Well… he doesn’t. Not really. He does realize this transaction is wrong, but, when he tells this all to Blitzo and when Blitzo doesn’t have the reaction he wants, Stolas throws a fucking tantrum. He walks away and refuses to let Blitzo speak, he denies having ever done anything wrong, says that Blitzo was the one who always makes things about sex when that is NOT TRUE. And the worst part? The show treats Stolas like he’s right. They never do anything to show us that Stolas is a hypocrite, instead, like I said earlier, only punishing Blitzo. And don’t even pull the “he was banished” card! Stolas was not being punished for being a neglectful father, or for being an abusive partner. He was being punished… for a heroic sacrifice. He was being banished because Andre doesn’t like him and everyone is mean to Stolas so we have to feel so bad for him, guys!

I just… I started to have my doubts for the show around Full Moon, but I wanted to stick with the show. I liked Apology Tour, but did find it a bit weird that Stolas was being woobied, but I just assumed it was because the next episode, Stolas would be the one receiving the punishing. But the next episode.. WAS ANOTHER HATE ON BLITZO EPISODE. So I told myself, boy I told myself, that the next episode will be focusing on Stolas’s flaws, on Stolas’s part on why this relationship didn’t work. AND THEY DIDN’T FUCKING DO THAT STILL. In fact, Mastermind was just full of Stolas unnecessarily insulting Blitzo, calling him an idiot and whatnot. Like.. GIVE THIS GUY A BREAK, HOLY FUCK. WE GET IT.

This show has gotten so fucking infuriating. Good on Chorus for leaving. Me, personally? I’m going to keep watching, out of curiosity and because I hate myself, but if the show gets anymore infuriating, I may just leave. Because this show is so non-self aware with its black and white writing while it tries so damn hard to have a moral high horse.

So, actually, no. Not ‘fuck Stolas’. Fuck the writers for being so blind to the kinds of behaviors they are endorsing and encouraging with him.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Hurt/comfort Steviepop fic concept/outline that I don’t have time/energy to write rn, but need to put down so I don’t forget it later:

So Sodapop gets drafted. He does his tour and comes back, but in the time he was gone, everything changed. Soda’s got “shell shock” or something and keeps having “panic attacks”; Pony’s in college, and is taller than him now; Darry’s gone back to college now too now that he doesn’t need to financially support Soda; Two-Bit is dating Marcia, that Soc girl from Pony’s theme; and Steve, Soda’s best friend in the whole world, who he’s been in love with since he was sixteen, has married Evie.

Soda’s crushed but hides it. He can’t hate Evie, she’s genuinely so nice, so pretty, and so good for Steve. And when she and Steve catch onto the fact that Soda’s not coping too well with everything, she invites Soda to live at their apartment- because Evie really is so sweet and Soda hates himself for being in love with her husband.

He initially turns down the offer, but after Darry finds him having a breakdown while home alone, everyone in the gang thinks it’s for the best that Soda stays with people who have more time for taking care of him…aka Steve.

So Steve spends a lotta time with Soda, and Soda just falls for him more. Steve’s older and less angry all the time now- he’s learned to be less reserved and volatile. His time with Evie has taught him to be generally more open about his feelings, too. He’s still Soda’s best buddy, still sarcastic and hyperactive- just more affectionate and better at communicating, and more mature now that he’s not seventeen. He’s still working at the DX, but he’s been promoted to the main mechanic, and he takes Soda to work too. It’s just like when they were kids- all the same old dancing together to the radio, the talking and laughing, the lingering glances when they think the other’s not looking… In other words, Soda’s completely, hopelessly, down bad.

But Evie’s great too. She talks to Soda about what he’s gonna do with his life. She hugs him plays with his hair and sometimes even holds his hand- in public and in private. Somehow, Steve doesn’t seem bothered at all, even when Soda asks him about it directly. And Soda, against his will, starts to fall for her too.

Soda’s been having a lotta nightmares because of PTSD, but he really doesn’t wanna bother Steve or Evie about it at night. He really misses having Ponyboy sleeping with him- except now he’s the one that needs comforting. This goes on for a while. Until one night, it’s so bad that Soda gets up and calls Darry. Darry comforts him, but it wakes up Steve and Evie. They invite Soda to sleep in their bed with them instead of the guest room. And Soda’s like “Guys, I can’t do that.” And he’s just so tired and shaken that when they push him, he just spills. He tells them he can’t sleep with them because he’s in love with them, and he hates it because they’re so happy and he’s ruining it-

And Steve and Evie, who kinda subconsciously knew they were in love with him too, fully realize it and tell him so.

…And that’s how Soda becomes a part of his favorite couple lol

(Obviously if this were to be a fic it would be very long, in order to properly and respectfully delve into some of these topics. But uh yk I’m pretty busy, so instead of writing a half-baked fic I’m just gonna put this outline out there ig)

(Feel free to steal this for a fic if ya wanna btw, idk if I’ll write this or not so go nuts lol)

(OH btw shell shock and panic attacks are in quotes at the start not because I don’t take them seriously- I do- but because from Soda’s POV it’s weird and sounds ridiculous and he’s slightly in denial. Re-read the first paragraph and it sounded like my perspective, so just an fyi, it very much isn’t!!)

[izvmimi]

malevolent enterprise ch. 4

cw: ceo!au. in which you, the reader, meet ceo itadori for the first time. reader wears a dress and heels. header by @/cafekitsune! masterlist

“A pleasure to meet you finally.”

Yuuji’s smile is wide and friendly as he rises out of his seat upon his interviewee’s entry. You, having just been led into his office by a rather flustered appearing secretary, the type that is doing her best but her best is at best subpar, are still trying to control your expression when you  meet face to face with him. You do your best to offer him a smile, taking advantage of your disarming features, and in a few measured steps, stride across the room to your seat, taking his hand in a gentle handshake before having a seat.

“Thank you for having me, sir.”

You smooth out the back of your skirt as you sit, thanking the heavens that you haven’t had some mishap with your pantyhose, as is the tendency. You usually prefer a pantsuit, but you’ve been told that Itadori Enterprises is on the conservative side, so you’re clad in the only suit-skirt combo you own paired with sensible pumps instead of loafers, hoping that you make it through the day without mishap. The young man in front of you does not appear very conservative, you think, and in fact something about his relatively cheerful expression and pink hair gives him an air of childishness. Keeping your own countenance just shy of neutral yet warm, you focus your eyes on him. 

“I’m happy you were willing to interview me this early. I was very excited to see that you reached out for an interview in less than 48 hours of my application, and I would like you to know that I’d be honored to be considered for such a coveted position.” You begin.

Yuuji nods, but says nothing else. He appears to be studying you, which is surprising but preferred to the outright ogle that you’ve had in your past couple of interviews this week, so rather than dwell on it, you consider an opportunity to continue speaking. 

“As mentioned in my cover letter and resume, I’ve had years of experience at Gojo Corp., and while I’ve left amicably in search of other opportunities, I am very capable of transferring valuable skills learned there to your organization,” you finish. He’s let you speak for long enough, and asked you very few questions, and you decide you  might as well end your monologue strong and hope for the best. 

Amicable is somewhat of a stretch, but you continue to say it without hesitation. What really happened is you’d slapped a resignation letter on your desk after weeks of responsibilities being heaped onto you at increasing intervals, in the midst of increasingly long vacations from your womanizing boss and more and more casually disrespectful speech. Satoru, for some reason, had decided that you were the one to play games with somewhere in the last three to six months of your tenure, and you frankly had run out of the coins to continue. When you’d finally quit, Satoru had nothing to say but finally, and before you could really take your time and lay into him, threatening a workplace harassment lawsuit, he’d clapped his hands together, thanked you for your time, and told you he was hoping you’d finally know your worth. 

Leave, he asked, a glint in his eye. You genuinely deserve better than to be here, working with a peon like me. 

The sarcasm stung until you realized he wasn’t being sarcastic in the way you expected. Gojo offered you enough severance pay to last you practically a year, knowing it was far from enough for what you've done for him. 

I think you undervalue yourself, he said, an unsolicited piece of advice included with the hefty sum of money stuffed into a neat envelope. You never asked for a promotion, and took more and more work, to the point that you might as well have been running this place on your own, doing the job of ten people.

Angrily, you reminded him that he could have just treated you like a human being and you’d never have resorted to resignation, but he laughed, swinging his legs on the desk and leaning back into his chair, head resting on his palms.

You wouldn’t have been forced to know your worth, he’d said.

You didn’t like this type of support, but here you were, being considered for an executive position, something you would have never considered a year ago.

And this wasn’t the only one. 

“From what I’ve seen of your application, you are absolutely impressive. I’m surprised Mr. Gojo had you doing middle management for so long.”

You resist the urge to make the joke, “you and me both,” but Yuuji seems to pause to expect it as though he is reading your thoughts. Instead you smile, and look down at your open portfolio. Then you look up and see that his mouth seems to have opened slightly in a small ‘o’ as though he’s surprised in anticipation of what you’ll say before you say it. 

“I absolutely have the skills to be an executive at this company. I understand if you’d prefer someone internal and appreciate the opportunity to be considered. If I must be so bold, I would like to share that I already have been offered a similar position at another company, but I’m very particular to your company’s mission, and would much prefer to be here.”

Yuuji perks up in a way that makes you practically imagine dog ears on his person. He’s far too… cute, wet around the ears appearing to be in this sort of position, you think for a moment. Too easy to read. Too sincere.

“Where?��� he asks, eyebrow raised. His light brown eyes seem to betray a premonition of the answer. You wonder if the brothers talk - you had spent enough time searching for any backstory to supplant what you’ve heard through the grapevine about the corporation’s split, but often financial matters and family matters do not completely align. You have heard that the two are not fond of each other, and that simple knowledge encourages you to move things in your favor.

“Ryomen Industries.”

Yuuji frowns. He pauses and mulls over this information and for a moment you wonder if you’ve overstepped, shifting in your chair and masking your discomfort with a quick cross of the legs, and folding your hands in your lap to prevent yourself from looking seductive. Yuuji however is not looking at you, his chin pressed to his fist suddenly as he thinks, staring at a fixed point at the wall, slightly off from you.

Then his eyes snap back towards you.

“Whatever they’ve offered you, I can offer you double or triple.”

Your eyes grow wide.

Unable to help it, the first thought that crosses your mind is No way he knows what he’s doing.

To quell your disbelief, you let your lips curl into a smile.

“Forgive my candor, but are you simply that impressed by me or do you simply refuse to lose?”

Yuuji blinks, taken aback by your speech, but you’ve realized by now that Yuuji has already hired you in your mind. You are not at any risk. 

“Don’t mind that.” Yuuji smiles, this time the corners not reaching his eyes to the same extent, and he takes your portfolio. 

“Are you willing to start tomorrow?” he asks. He clears his throat, and you know it to mean that the current subject has been tabled for later.

“Yes.”

Yuuji rises, and you rise as well. He rounds the desk to meet you, and now that he’s closer, you take a better, more focused look at him. Sweet-faced but quite handsome, you admit, with broad shoulders, and you spot a wrinkle in his suit that you’d consider smoothing out if you weren’t a stranger. His walk is more confident than it should be for a man you feel like you just conned. Something about all of this is far too easy, you think. You are suspicious.

Yuuji leads you out, walking a bit too quickly ahead of you, and while you keep up for the most part, you find yourself staring at the back of his head, then your eyes travel further to his backside, admiring the cut of his suit, the shine in his shoes. He’s tall, and he speaks softly to the confused secretary, reminding her to do her job and make sure to send you an email of your formal contract. He takes you on a very brief tour of the building, talking animatedly as you take the elevator with him. He smiles far too easily, too much, and the middle managers speak to him casually. You’re not sure if you like that. 

He introduces you by your new title and you bow. They will not speak to you casually, is your first thought. At least, not at first.

You make a circle with him, and he shows you your supposed office. It’s a 2 minute walk from his, and appears similar, just slightly smaller, with one armchair placed in the corner, instead of a small sofa. It’s bare, and does not have your name on the plate on the door or on the desk. Somehow that is reassuring.

“Please let me know if the specifications are alright,” he asks.

That’s not his job, that’s his secretary or assistant’s job, you say in your head, but offer him a polite nod. He offers you another handshake.

“Glad to have you on our team.”

You haven’t signed the contract yet but he’s so earnest, you find yourself saying,

“Thank you for having me. I’m excited to work with you, Mr. Itadori.”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello~! I was wondering if I’m able to request a platonic and romantic matchups for supernatural and Star Wars please?

I’m a 25 year old woman and I prefer men. My pronouns are she/her. My age range is 23-27. I’m 5’4 and I have big green eyes with glasses, burgundy dyed wavy hair and I have a few piercings (nose and ears). I also have a curvy/chubby body type. I’m shy and awkward at first, but I’m more talkative, bubbly, giggly and playful once you get to know me. I’m also super sarcastic and mischievous. And I tab bit moody at times. I can be social when I want to, but I prefer to be more reserved and observant in social settings. I also struggle with insecurities, mentally and physically.

I love animals (especially cats, I have two) and kids. I enjoy anything cute and fluffy, tracking, gaming, doing my makeup, bantering, baking, nature, watching trashy shows and napping! I also love anything spooky and am learning to do tarot card readings. I HATE spiders, crowds and loud abrupt noises. Also dislike rude and inconsiderate people, heights, and being suddenly touched by someone that’s not my s/o. I would describe my aesthetic/style is whimsical goth. I love wearing long flowing skirts and tops with a corset, boots and of course a cardigan.

Hopefully this isn’t too long of a ready for you! Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day/night~ 😊

Hello! I am sorry that this was posted so late!

I would be happy to give you both platonic and romantic matchup headcanons for SPN and Star Wars! <33333 (Also, what you gave was the perfect amount! :))

I hope you enjoy them!

Romantic and Platonic Matchups; Supernatural and Star Wars

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Jack Kline -

You met Jack through mutual connections to the Winchester brothers.

You were helping out on a case, involving some supernatural creatures, your careful observation skills impressed him right away.

Jack, being naturally curious and kind, was immediately intrigued by you and your personality.

Your somewhat more reserved and slightly shy demeanor reminded him of himself at times when he was still figuring out the world.

He noticed your interest in tarot reading when you pulled out a deck while waiting at a motel.

He had to ask about it.

He was fascinated and eager to learn, sparking your first real conversation.

Jack adored your love for animals and was endlessly amused by your stories about your cats.

During car rides or waiting in motel rooms, Jack would often ask about their antics, wanting to know how they were; he quickly became their biggest fan.

He loved how you would laugh at his attempts at banter, even when they were awkward.

Jack respected your space but enjoyed quietly sitting nearby when you were baking or working on your tarot readings. He found your hobbies fascinating.

Jack’s feelings for you blossomed slowly. He admired how you were shy at first but lit up when you were comfortable. Watching you giggle and playfully tease others brought him so much joy.

He loved to admire you from afar, watching as your smile brightened, the way your eyes sparkled...

For you, the fact that Jack genuinely listened to you when you spoke made you heart flutter. He didn't mind when you rambled.

He would unconsciously protect you on hunts, always positioning himself between you and danger. It wasn’t long before you realized just how much he cared for you.

Jack's confession was the sweetest, he blurts out something like, “I think you’re really amazing, and I’d like to… Spend more time with you, if that’s okay?”

Dates with Jack are simple but meaningful. He enjoys walking through nature with you or staying in to bake cookies and watch trashy TV shows.

He’s your biggest cheerleader, always complimenting you when you feel insecure. “You’re beautiful, inside and out, and nothing will change that.”

Jack loves learning from you. He asks you to teach him about tarot, or even how to play your favorite video game.

He leaves little notes or flowers for you when you're feeling down, his sweet gestures making your heart melt.

Do not worry, if there is a spider, Jack is more than willing to save the day and take the spider outside and far from the bunker/house/motel/etc.

Building the ultimate blanket fort to watch movies during storms, Jack insisting on making it as cozy as possible for you.

You both end up sleeping there, on the floor, cuddled close.

Jack loves taking you to the zoo, watching as you point out the animals and tell him little fun facts about them.

Jack remembers small details about your likes and dislikes, making sure to avoid things that upset you, like large crowds or - as mentioned - spiders.

Loves watching or doing anything spooky with you.

When you’re struggling with insecurities, Jack takes the time to talk through your feelings, reassuring you with his sincere and loving words.

When you want to be alone for any reason, Jack will leave you be. He knows how important decompressing is.

When he’s feeling down, you bake his favorite treats and remind him how much he means to you.

When he opens up, you love how funny, battery, and carefree he becomes.

You love his smile.

~~~

Star Wars;

Anakin Skywalker -

You met Anakin while working as a medic.

Your paths crossed after the battle, where you were stationed to heal Anakin.

You were a little wary of his intensity at first, but his charm won you over when he made a sarcastic comment that matched your own mischievous streak.

Anakin couldn’t help but be drawn to your kind heart and quick wit.

You both talked to each other and after you helped with his wounds, you felt kind of upset that you would have to go your different ways.

But, Anakin had actually put in a good word for you after you had healed him so beautifully, and you were quickly hired to be his and Obi-Wan's personal healer.

Yay! You got a promotion!

Your friendship grew through shared moments during missions, like late-night chats around a campfire or him asking you about your whimsical goth style.

He loved how you brought a sense of calm to his often chaotic life, and you found his passion and determination inspiring.

Anakin would subtly try to impress you, showing off his skills with a lightsaber.

Anakin’s feelings for you were intense and immediate, though he struggled to express them.

He’d often find excuses to spend time with you or protect you during missions.

For you, his loyalty and the way he genuinely cared for you melted your heart. You started looking forward to when you could spend more time alone with him.

Anakin’s confession would be raw, passionate, and tinged with vulnerability.

One evening, as you both watched the stars from a quiet spot on Coruscant, the weight of his feelings finally became too much for him to bear. His voice, usually so confident, trembled slightly as he broke the silence.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a fool, but… You’re all I think about. You bring light into places I thought were too dark to ever see again. I’ve faced battles and enemies that should terrify me, but the thought of losing you? That’s what truly scares me.”

His eyes would burn into yours, a mix of fear and hope swirling in their depths. “I don’t want to hide how I feel anymore. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything, and I don’t think I can go another day without telling you.”

Waiting with bated breath for your response, Anakin would let out a sigh of relief when you took his hand and smiled, revealing that you also felt the same.

Anakin is fiercely romantic, going out of his way to surprise you with gestures like flowers he picked himself or a secluded dinner under the stars.

He loves to show you off, whether you are by his side or not, boasting about your bravery and intelligence to anyone who will listen.

When you’re feeling insecure, he’s quick to remind you how incredible you are. “You’re perfect as you are, and no one can convince me otherwise.”

He’s also deeply protective, always ensuring you’re safe and happy.

Your love - sadly - is still forbidden because of the Jedi Code, but Obi-Wan approves!

Dancing to soft music on the ship, with Anakin spinning you around and dipping you dramatically.

Stargazing together, with him pointing out constellations and promising to take you to more places and worlds someday.

Him teaching you how to repair and fix droids.

Anakin goes out of his way to make you feel cherished, even in the middle of a war.

He defends you fiercely against anyone who disrespects or mistreats you.

They will get some harsh words from him, his glare making anyone apologize.

When you’re scared or upset, he holds you close, his strong presence offering comfort and security.

If you need space, he is happy to give it to you; always making sure you are mentally good and happy.

Naps with Anakin are heaven, you are sure. He loves cuddling.

You help Anakin unwind, offering him a safe space to let down his guard and be himself.

Your playful banter and lighthearted teasing bring out a softer, more relaxed side of him.

You’re his anchor, reminding him of the good in the galaxy when he feels overwhelmed by darkness.

~~~

Platonic;

~~~

Supernatural;

Dean Winchester -

You met Dean while working at a small-town diner where he and Sam stopped for a meal.

You couldn’t help but overhear their hushed conversation about vampires, though it sounded more like they were discussing some obscure movie plot.

Their frustration was evident, as they couldn’t figure out a specific detail about dealing with vampires.

Curiosity (and maybe a bit of mischief) got the better of you, and you couldn’t resist chiming in.

"I don’t mean to eavesdrop," You said shyly, glancing between them as you topped off their coffee.

"But if you’re dealing with... Uh, vampire-adjacent problems, maybe try silver? I remember reading somewhere that slashing them with silver can hurt them, burn them, and slow them down."

Dean raised an eyebrow at you, intrigued despite himself. Sam glanced at Dean, clearly considering the possibility.

Dean raised an eyebrow at you, intrigued despite himself. Sam glanced at Dean, clearly considering the possibility..

You shrugged, holding your coffee pot like a makeshift weapon. "Maybe not, but slowing them down gives you time to figure out what does. Right?"

Dean smirked. "You’ve got a point there, coffee girl."

Unbeknownst to you, your casual suggestion would later prove to be the edge they needed to handle the nest they were hunting - and it wouldn’t be the last time your keen observation would come in handy.

At some point, you ended up moving in with your two new roommates; Sam and Dean.

Dean loves bantering with you, often trying to out-sarcasm you. It becomes a game to see who can get the last quip in.

When he finds out you love baking, he constantly pesters you for pies. He even tries to trade favors for your homemade treats.

Your shared love for spooky things bonds you; like movies, and he admires your talent of bein able to read people in tarot.

Loves giving you nicknames based around your tarot reading; like Madame Mystique or Madame Leota (from The Haunted Mansion ride at Disney).

Sam and Dean don't normally let you join in on hunts or cases unless they are 110% sure that you wouldn't get hurt or become easily overwhelmed.

After long hunts, you insist on cooking or baking something warm and comforting for him and Sam, even if he claims he’s "fine."

He will eat anything you dish out at him.

You’re always on hand to listen when Dean needs to vent but won’t admit it. Whether it’s about the latest hunt or a deeper emotional struggle, you create a safe space for him.

Dean is fiercely protective, treating you like family. If someone ever upset you or made you feel insecure, he’d put them in their place - no questions asked.

When he and Sam leave for a bar, he either makes sure to bring you bar fries home to you or makes sure Cas is there to keep you company if you so wish it.

When you are under a somewhat moody spell, Dean cracks jokes to try and cheer you up. If that doesn't work, he'll try his best to try and bake you something for a change.

He might even "accidentally" compliment your style, mumbling something like, “Yeah, that cardigan thing you got is cool or whatever.”

He’d find quirky, spooky trinkets during hunts - like a vintage tarot deck or a skull candle - and gift them to you with a sheepish grin.

Movie marathons in the bunker, where you force him to watch “trash” shows while he groans but secretly enjoys them.

Late-night drives in the Impala, windows down, the wind in your face.

~~~

Star Wars;

Han Solo -

You met Han while traveling with a small group of smugglers.

Deciding to travel on your own, you needed a way off a dicey planet, so you asked Han, knowing about him from being a smuggler yourself.

Han initially dismisses you, not wanting to take on “dead weight,” but your quick wit and charm win him over.

Chewbacca liked you instantly, which helped sway Han’s decision to give you a ride. “If Chewie likes you, I guess you’re not all bad.”

But, you never did end up leaving.

Spending time with Han and Chewie was actually fun.

Han loves your mischievous streak - it matches his own. You quickly become partners in crime, with the addition of Chewie.

There are almost endless back-and-forth quips between you and Han.

He notices you’re shy around crowds and subtly takes the lead in social situations, deflecting attention off you with his brash confidence.

You’re one of the few people he trusts with personal details, like his past or his insecurities, though he’ll never admit he’s "opening up."

You always patch him up after dangerous missions, scolding him for being reckless while gently tending to his injuries.

When he gets in over his head (which is often), you bail him out, whether it’s talking your way out of trouble or using your tarot readings to predict outcomes during sticky situations.

You’d use your baking skills to make him something sweet for Life Day, teasing him when he tries to act like he doesn’t love it.

You know he loves it, he always ends up making excuses for having seconds; "Uh, yeah, Chewie wants more."

You make sure he takes breaks from smuggling and fighting, encouraging him to relax and actually enjoy downtime.

If anyone disrespects you, he’s quick to draw his blaster - or at least threaten to. “Nobody messes with my crew.”

Han would gift you odd treasures from his smuggling runs, like rare crystals or trinkets, with a casual “Found this junk. Thought you might like it.”

Piloting lessons in the Millennium Falcon, with Han grumbling about your “terrible” flying skills while secretly enjoying your enthusiasm.

Helping Chewbacca prank Han, only for Han to turn the tables and prank you both in retaliation.

[cloudsandwichsoup]

general mp100 char headcanons,,(this’ll probably change in the future maybe,, i’ll update as i think of new ones)

shigeo “mob” kageyama

he/him

bi 100%

he’s quiet in most spaces and likes to listen but he rambles a lot when given the opportunity

he’s more talkative in general post canon but usually needs someone to start the conversation

he feels a little uncomfortable in fem clothes (because of the school break in incident) but would wear a skirt if asked (depends on who’s asking, will say no to reigen)

will wear anything teru buys for him

always the first player when playing video games

goes to s&s at least once a week to visit

teases his brother sometimes (but is the one mostly being teased)

the most normal little guy you’ve ever seen /j

arataka reigen

he/him

(disaster) gay

single father of 3 (tome, teru, shou)

married to serizawa

has a decent fashion taste when recommending things to others (but not himself all his clothes are ugly)

unofficially adopted teru and let him live in his apartment; serizawa (didn’t live with him at the time) convinced him into getting a bigger one because teru and reigen were super cramped

very proud of mob (cries when he graduates middle school)

slowly and painfully tries to be more honest (and causes more problems in the process)

can cook is just too lazy to do so

sings pretty well

doesn’t pay his rent on time

salt everywhere

ritsu kageyama

he/him

achillean (men liker syndrome)

“romance ew” but is also a hopeless romantic (shouromantic /hj)

homophobic but only towards reigen (and teru for liking his brother)

emo and listens to mcr and p!atd /hj

he talks about his fixations with mob

it’s hard for him to open up even post canon,, he still has the tendency to bottle up his feelings

he gets to 100% much easier then mob does since he has less patience

it isn’t as bad though

had a fursona (his drawing of it is crumpled up in his closet)

shou drew it for him once when he found a drawing of it lying around (ritsu wanted to die)

katsuya serizawa

he/him trans (im not projecting you are)

gay

goes to therapy (and forces reigen to go eventually)

tries to give helpful advice… to varying degrees of success

he’s shou’s better dad

sensitive to louder noises (like houses burning)

aware he’s severely underpaid but stays at s&s because of reigen (and the fact that he genuinely likes the job) they end up sharing finances so they should be fine… hopefully

he works multiple jobs (online and otherwise) to keep himself afloat before he gets married cause he really REALLY wants to stay at s&s

he gets a degree in psychology and expands s&s with counseling services

can be sarcastic when he wants to be

still anxious though he’s gotten a lot better (he’s learned how to look more put together and instead panics more internally)

the nerd ever

he rambles about his favorite games and shows to anyone that will listen

teruki hanazawa

he/they (hetheycore)

gay i don’t make the rules

his hair is naturally blond and his blue eyes are not contacts (i’m specifying this cause some people say otherwise) his parents are some european + japanese

he’s fem but in a masc way if that makes sense

hopelessly in love with kageyama shigeo,, he isn’t subtle about it at all (mob has his suspicions but doesn’t want to get carried away)

literally realized he didn’t like women after he met mob (more like after he realized liking boys was a thing after looking it up)💀

has one sided beef with tsubomi over mob’s affection, they became friends later I just think it’s funny if teru is jealous

has a hobby in fashion

reigen is his dad and they move in together post canon cause i said so

shou suzuki

he/him

pan

animal lover; hampter

art kid 💀

has ocs probably

he gets scared easily and is also sensitive to louder noises

serizawa straightened his hair as a kid (still does his hair just gives him his curly hair products now that shou wants to go natural)

got a buzz cut cause he absolutely ruined his hair after ironing it every day

honorary child of the arataka family

he visits people by breaking in through their windows

wants to kiss ritsu on the lips but he burned his house down so (he might burn it again if they kiss)

dimple

he/him

aroace king

“i am a male. i am a man. i’m a ‘he’. I don’t get into that… mentally ill shiz.” /hj

besties with reigen (but won’t admit it)

strange uncle to shigeo and ritsu

wants to attack teru for all of the atrocious outfit recs he gives mob

he tries to pick a fight with mob about his outfit when it looks horrendous (mob always wins)

babies ritsu a lot

follows tome to make sure she doesn’t get hurt and ends up enjoying traveling to weird places in search of spirits

tome kurata

she/her

sapphic

never stops loving aliens

becomes interested in figuring out how espers work

hates momo /hj

runs a spirit blog + a cringe yt channel with dimple

calls dimple “dimps”

crashes at reigen’s place cause she can

she pretty much lives there so she’s technically wawa and taka’s kid

her grandparents raised her… her parents exist lol

her grandpa was a conspiracy theorist and that’s why she got into aliens idk

probably takes over s&s when she’s an adult (kicks reigen out)

momozou takenaka

he/him swag

says he's straight only cause it's funny 💀💀

he had a crush on tsubomi but now likes tome against his will,, he thinks her passion is admirable and she didn’t treat him differently because of his abilities so… crush?

good friends with tsubomi, they complain about life together

actually really likes tennis

expresses his affection through subtle ways and tries everything he can to divert attention from said affection

hates tome /j

[dichromaticdyke]

🗣 - Your brain YOUR BRAIN! I just read your angst response and it's so fucking GOOD! I love angst (but I love a happy ending more) but oh..my god. Toki seeing Skwisgaar as his angel in the beginning is like one of my ultimate pre-klok ideas, especially with the all white ensemble. But I think you put it into words better, like the idea of Toki losing feelings and being bitter and the angel analogy and how Skwisgaar found out too late but is still deep in his feelings, and how they were literally made for each other. Like, despite it all, they still made it together. And they can grow GOD FUXK I LOVED HOW YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

HEHE TYYYY. i think about them a lot it’s a problem 😭

they make each other worse but also better. like, skwisgaar does genuinely want to make toki better—WE SEE THAT IN AOTD WHEN HE GIVES HIM THE TUNER. he was always harsh though just because he knows toki had raw talent and is scared of toki becoming better than him. but he WANTS him to be good, despite all the tormenting and bad teaching.

and toki just wants skwisgaar to express his affection towards him in the way toki understands it. like the problem is they have very different love languages. toki’s more openly affectionate (relatively speaking anyway—he does still punch people to get their attention 😭), and skwisgaar is touch averse and sarcastic. i think toki just doesn’t realize there are many different ways of showing love. that goes into his childhood trauma, i think. going more into my speculations on toki’s childhood under the cut, so TW for child abuse and religious trauma:

you know, he definitely was probably told by his parents that they were doing what they were doing because they loved him. but he’s an evil sinner who needs to be punished for his actions or else god will hate him and send him to hell. shit like that. and toki internalized that that was what love was.

it took a while from being with dethklok to learn that, no, people who love you don’t throw you in punishment holes just for making a mistake, they don’t beat you for existing, they don’t manipulate your feelings by using religion against you. he still definitely has a warped perception of love, but it got better.

i don’t think skwisgaar is abusive let’s get that the fuck out of the way right now. he’s not, he’s just a sarcastic prick who lets his own insecurities get the better of him, but he does also genuinely care about toki and all his other bandmates. but i can see toki seeing skwisgaar’s attitude of helping toki get better at guitar by ridiculing him and dumping that bucket on him as reminiscent of what his parents did. nowhere near as close of course, but it reminds him of them, and that’s what makes him think skwisgaar doesn’t like him. that’s what made him write his book.

skwisgaar doesn’t realize how much he’s hurting toki until bookklok. that’s what puts it all into perspective—after that episode, skwisgaar is much easier on toki (though they also don’t talk much in general until AOTD… 😭). i’m cooking a bookklok and dethlessons analysis from the pov of how those two episodes encapsulate their dynamic. give it tiiiiime but it’s cooking.

god i just. i’m frazzled i can’t think i just. *smashes those two together then throws them at the wall*

[baileypie-writes]

Hello. How about Fresh Cures being friends with sarcastic Reader?

A/N ~ Sure! I wrote this one pretty differently than how I usually do. Hope you enjoy!

~The Fresh Pretty Cure With a Sarcastic Friend~

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Fandom: Fresh Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons, mini oneshots

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Love Momozono, Miki Aono, Inori Yamabuki, Setsuna Higashi

Genre: Comedy

Word Count: 781

Warnings: None!

~Masterlists~

~Fresh Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

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~Love Momozono~

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Love understands what sarcasm is. Though, she doesn’t participate in it. She doesn’t always pick up on it either. She relies heavily on the tone of your voice to determine if you’re being sarcastic or not. So if your tone isn’t obviously in a joking manner, she can’t tell very well.

That often leads to many misunderstandings. You’ll say something completely incorrect, and she’ll think you’re being genuine. She raises her voice in shock, asking how on Earth you think that way. Of course, she’s very relieved when she learns that you weren’t being serious. But she was really worried for moment there!

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“Hey (name)! Did you get all your homework done?” Love asked, to strike up s conversation.

“No, I didn’t.” You joked. Though you didn’t think to alter your tone. You realized your mistake when Love gave you a worried expression.

“(name)! You had a whole week to do it! Why didn’t you?” She scolded a bit sadly, worried the effect it would have on your education.

“I was joking!” You quickly reassured her, waving your hands frantically to stop her from continuing. You reached into your bag, pulling out your homework as proof.

“Oh.” She stopped, immediately taking her voice down. “Sorry. I couldn’t tell.”

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~Miki Aono~

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Miki always sees through sarcasm. So you never end up confusing her. Though, she doesn’t always appreciate your attitude. Especially in serious situations, or when you’ve already been laying it on thick. It just annoys her.

She’s always the one to correct others who aren’t good at identifying sarcasm themselves. This is another reason she doesn’t always like it. She constantly has to pause conversations to reassure others that you’re not serious.

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“Hey (name), can you go get me some water?” Love asked. She was currently occupied with brushing Tarte.

“No.” You said, getting up and leaving the room.

“Oh. Okay…”

“They’re being sarcastic. They’re going to get it for you now.” Miki explained while she checked herself out in her compact mirror.

“Oh, haha!”

A few moments later, you returned with an ice cold glass in hand. “Thanks!” Love said, setting down the brush to take it.

“You know, you should really tone down the sarcasm (name).” Miki suggested, fiddling with her long, perfect hair. “Some people just don’t pick it up.”

“Well, you do.”

“Of course I do. I’m perfect.” She gestured to herself.

You, Love and Tarte all rolled your eyes at her catchphrase. Though, it wasn’t like she was completely incorrect.

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~Inori Yamabuki~

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Inori doesn’t understand sarcasm one bit. She’s bad at reading tones, and doesn’t get why someone would say something they don’t mean for no reason. While she knows to expect sarcasm from you, she still fails to realize it.

She always has to be reassured that you’re not serious. She has at least 1 mini heart attack every day, simply because she believes you’re being serious about something. Poor girl really needs to learn how to read tones.

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“Here’s Lucky. He’s a squirmy dog, so be careful not to drop him.” Inori informed, handing you the small puppy. You were helping her trim his nails.

“No promises.” You joked. But she obviously didn’t get it. She gave you a concerned, wide-eyed look, and reached out her hands, preparing to take Lucky away.

“Chill, I was joking!” You held the puppy closer, not wanting the cute animal to be taken from you.

Inori let out a big sigh, her shoulders rising and falling as she did. “Thank goodness. I can never tell with you!”

“I don’t think it’s me that the problem. I think you’re just bad at sensing sarcasm.” You laughed.

“Yeah… I think you’re right…”

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~Setsuna Higashi~

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Back in her days as Eas, Setsuna was quite sarcastic herself. And while she doesn’t act like that anymore, she still understands and finds entertainment in it.

Usually, your words don’t phase her. She knows you’re joking. But she can’t help but laugh whenever someone is tricked by it. She does feel a bit bad that others can’t read sarcasm as well as she can, though.

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“But pineapple on pizza is good!” Inori insisted. All you wanted was to order pizza. But that somehow turned into an argument about toppings.

Miki scrunched her nose is disgust. “No! Fruit does not belong on pizza!” She retorted.

“But tomato is a fruit!” Love chimed in.

Just wanting the fighting to end, you decided to say something to shut them up. “Please, pineapple on pizza isn’t that bad. I dip my pizza in milk.”

To your satisfaction, all three went silent. Love and Inori stared at you wide eyed, like you were mad. Miki just scowled. “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm right now, (name).”

Setsuna, who had been listening, burst out laughing. “I’m sorry! But your faces!”

Thankfully, everybody else started laughing too. That ended nicely. You really didn’t want the argument to continue any further.

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~~baileypie-writes

[bi-functional]

Bottom right sequence reads “and when I move out—,” —> “yes. I’m sorry. I l-… love you too. Thank you.”

Now with more art !

So all this reincarnation talk for @tswwwit ‘s masterpiece has me throwing My little familiar au idea in the rings but its no where near as sweet or interesting as @kitty-serenade ‘s but if you like angst, hear me out!

Imagine a Dipper reborn with The Mark and what are his parents supposed to do? They love him sooo much they can’t possibly let him enter the Real World and be taken away by some Vile Demon!

So… they just keep him inside. They shelter him. They manipulate him and put him down all to keep him cooped up and ‘Safe’.

They care about his well being enough but… well who wouldn’t want to be known as the parents who Won against Bill Cipher? Like imagine the worst rich people ever who can’t Possibly be abusive of neglectful cause they give their baby anything he wants! They’re such good parents! Bill won’t stand a chance!

Dipper’s so broken down and rubbed raw by the constant emotional abuse that he has No concept of what living a life for himself might look like. In his eyes, he’s been trapped living the life he’s expected to lead to make his parents happy but ultimately, apparently, he’s also promised to a demon a few years down the line.

Like think of the possibilities here. Dipper who doesn’t have any Real knowledge about what Bill is and why he’s coming, he only has the info his parents have given him about how Bill will control him and take him away to do his bidding and possibly even Torture him!

Think about a Dipper who’s so dissociated and detached from his life as he realizes that he’s simply not meant to live a life for himself and that’s something he’s Never going to get.

Then you throw in Bill, who’s going to show up and rescue his sapling from this fucked up weird emotional monstrosity of a place that just Reeks of despair only to find? Unlike all the other pinetree’s he’s come for these past centuries this one… is… compliant? And imagine Bill, being reminded of a Dipper just as unresponsive and depressed from the very first time they met only now he has No Idea what has caused such a huge break in character.

No matter how much pushing and prodding Bill gives, Dipper just doesn’t budge, waiting for the inevitable. And Bill is such a narcissist that he doesn’t realize that his speech pattern Also affects Dipper’s reactions. ‘Hey Sapling, I wanna explore the woods let’s go.’ ‘Pinetree I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not worth it let’s not even bother.’ He’s doing and suggesting things he knows Dipper would like and help cheer him up but… unwittingly taking any choice or input from Dipper away. Think of it as a learned don’t speak unless spoken to kinda trauma. Bill’s not doing anything wrong! He’s just… not getting any results.

It would be such a fun concept to play with in a really heartbreaking way. Imagine a Bill who’s finally relinquished his hate for the word love, who might on occasions let it slip just for a shock factor, uk for funsies, only to come across a Dipper who recoils at the very thought because he’s simply never seen it, and thinks something like that doesn’t get to people like him.

Imagine Bill, suave and rich with the universe at his fingertips offering Dipper love and glory and curiosity, only to find out that Dipper’s family had also showered him in ‘love’ and ‘riches’.

Like… imagine thinking Bill would just say well fuck it I guess I’ll wait for the memories to kick in and then live out the rest of this lifetime when it comes, cause he wouldn’t. Imagine a Bill so frustrated and angry tearing apart his realm for /anything/ that might give him a real direction to step forward cause all the usual things he has at his disposal aren’t gonna cut it this time.

Bill who begrudgingly starts asking the questions. Real Genuine Questions that usually tumble from his saplings mouth that he can give witty clapbacks to serve as banter. Dipper being the one to give the sarcastic and clipped remarks cause he’s so guarded against this unknown even though… maybe things aren’t that bad. He starts to unwind ever so slowly as Bill learns how to properly interact with him in a way that’s beneficial to both of them.

Just… Bill coming across a Dipper that’s been through the ringer in way’s Bill never anticipated. Even if he’s found Dipper alone or at wits end, he’s always had a fire and determination. He’s always had his spirit in tact. Bill being angry and upset about the reincarnation deal for the first time /ever/ cause he hates seeing that people hurt the one thing he loves in the entire multiverse and unraveled Dipper like a cheap sweater. Like the emotions and story you could weave for this that’s fundamentally about Love and Learning and never hesitating to do whatever’s possible to make things Work.

Like grgrgrg just a Bill who’s being faced with a Dipper who’s been abused but not in any way Bill’s encountered. Dipper who’s suffered abuse of the MIND. Which is Bill’s entire domain! The one thing in the universe that’s his fundamentally! And he has absolutely no power here. Bill who wants to reach in and fix and help for the First Time and struggling not only with his inability to do anything, but with the urge to help and fix in the first place. Bill who has to take care of Dipper the Human way and just grits through it cause dammit it’s worth it. Just man come on.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 110 - Goodbye and Good Riddance

Rather than attending her mother's funeral, Ophelia and Xander come to see Jane's burial site the next day. Ophelia isn't concerned with paying her respects, but she was hoping to get some sense of closure from seeing her mother's name on that tombstone.

Ophelia stares down at the tombstone and she almost feels guilty for feeling… nothing.

The woman who made her feel like garbage her entire childhood is dead in the ground, but she doesn’t even feel a morbid sense of joy over it.

Xander: How are you feeling?

Ophelia: I don’t know. I spent so much time resenting her, I never figured out how I’d feel when this happened.

She sighs. How was mourning her gran easier? At least then, she knew she felt sad. Now she just feels… a different, bland kind of sad.

Ophelia: I guess I’m not so much sad that she died, but she never apologized and now she never will. It's like she… got away with it.

Xander: I mean, she died because she fell off a cliff. Karma got to her, at least.

Ophelia lets out a giggle at the very thought. Laughing on her mother’s grave might be a bit crass, but it’s what she deserves.

Ophelia: Yeah, I guess so. I still can’t believe she went rock climbing to impress a client. I’m assuming they weren’t impressed.

Once she sees who’s approaching, Ophelia stops laughing.

Richard: I see you came to pay your disrespects.

She figured her dad would be back at work the day after the funeral, but losing his business (and life) partner probably warrants an extra day or two away from the office.

Ophelia: Xander, this is my dad. Dad, this is my husband Xander.

Richard: I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, but hello, Xander.

Xander: Please, my friends and family call me Xander. You can call me Mr. Lemon.

Richard: Oh. You took her name. That’s progressive. Good for you.

That sounded genuine, despite the sarcastic comment Xander spat at him. Why is he being so… civil? Jane always was the nastier of the two, but he certainly wasn’t that kind to Ophelia either.

Richard: Ophelia, can we talk?

Xander looks like he’s going to tell his father-in-law to go eat cake from a cowplant, but stops once he sees his wife nodding.

Ophelia asks him to get a coffee from the stand at the park down the street so she can speak to her father alone.

She thinks he might berate her for not attending the funeral, but he surprises her.

Richard: People asked where you were. I told them it was too much for you.

He doesn’t sound angry. It’s like he thinks he did that for her sake.

Ophelia: Yeah, I’m sure that was a lot easier than explaining the real reason I didn't attend the funeral.

He sighs.

Richard: I really do understand why you didn’t attend. Your mother… She was wrong to treat you the way she did. I realize that now.

Ophelia just stares at her dad. While Jane was definitely crueler than him, it's not like he tried to stop her.

Ophelia: Oh, you realize that NOW? Now that she’s six feet under and you don't have to do anything about it? You didn’t realize it when she tossed me out like trash?

The older man swallows. He’s confident in court but not so much right now.

Richard: Your mother had… a difficult upbringing. Being so strict was all she knew.

Ophelia: Well, unlike her, I’m learning from my parents' mistakes and trying to do better for my kids.

Richard: Kids? Did you… have another?

Ophelia: Yes, and I’d sooner die than treat them the way you two treated me.

Richard: Now that’s a bit harsh. We were strict but you had a comfortable childhood.

Something in Ophelia snaps when he says this.

Ophelia: Comfortable? Oh, yeah, I was SOOO comfortable when Mom would smash one of my toys with a hammer whenever I scored lower than an A on anything. Or when she screamed in my face for an hour for spilling milk when I was FOUR.

Richard: Yes, she was wrong to do that but she never laid a hand on you, we gave you a roof over your head and food on the table-

Ophelia: Oh, do you want a prize because you two did the bare legal requirements for raising a child? You didn’t even do it the full 18 years!

Ophelia: I’m not going to stand here and listen to you justify her verbal and emotional abuse.

Richard lets out a breath.

Richard: Okay. Fine. She was cruel to you. I… I know that.

Ophelia: Yeah. You knew. You always did. And you allowed it to happen.

Ophelia: She was always meaner to me than you were, always criticizing, always making me feel like garbage, but you… you let her. You never even tried to step in and stop her, or defend me.

Richard: You’re making her actions MY fault?

Ophelia: You’re my dad! You were supposed to protect me! If I treated my girls how Mom treated me even ONCE, Xander would take them and leave my sorry ass, but you stood by and let her use me as her punching bag! I don’t know how Gramps and Gran raised such a spineless coward!

Richard: I’ve been trying to apologize to you but you’re too busy screaming at me to listen! Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to apologize?

Ophelia: I don’t need your apologies! I needed you to help me! I was a child and I was SCARED of her and you did NOTHING!

Richard: I’m sorry I wasn’t perfect!

Ophelia: I didn’t need you to be perfect! I needed you to DO SOMETHING!

Richard: I’m doing something now! I’m an old man, Ophelia. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I don’t want to die regretting not having a relationship with you.

Ophelia: So you… You’re actually apologizing?

Richard: Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up to your mother. I’m sorry that I… was too cowardly to protect you.

She lets the silence linger before speaking up again.

Ophelia: I… I don’t forgive you.

Richard: Did you not hear me? I’m not going to be around much longer. You’re going to regret-

Ophelia: No. You’re not going to guilt me into giving YOU closure. I don’t regret a single second since you two forced me out of your lives. It's the best thing you ever did for me!

Ophelia: You had your chance to be in my life and you wasted it. You have to live with that for what's left of your life. I don’t forgive you, and I won’t miss you when you’re gone. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already dead to me.

When Ophelia storms off to meet up with Xander, she feels on top of the world… until the adrenaline fades. She doesn’t regret what she said, she meant every word, but that doesn’t make it hurt less.

[kriegborderlands-moved]

Pretty lame move on ur bf's part to assume I'm fetishizing fatness and then when I stand up for myself, replying to and blocking me before I have a chance to respond. I didn't even get to read his response, I saw the notif on my phone and opened it up and his comments are gone and I can't find his account. If he assumes everyone means him harm and then blocks them before they can explain themselves they are forever cemented in his mind as being harmful which will just lead to him thinking that more and more people mean him harm and he will live out a sad, lonely and terrified existence. For his sake I hope he cultivates a thicker skin as it's is important to living. Being able to be uncomfortable but still open to people and ideas is imperative to learning stuff from others. For my part, I was joking about love handles because I think it's funny to not know parts of the body with weird names that are often critisized and used to shame people. I didn't know what hip dips were until I was 19. I knew that love handles were something in the lower torso to upper thigh region but I wasn't sure until you told me today. I pride myself on not having much body issues (appart from gender things) and very consiously not judging people on their bodies. I genuinely don't understand how he got fetishization or thinking fatness is dirty from me joking about not knowing the meaning of a word.

I'd actually love to be told how what I said was interpretted that way, so I can avoid from doing something similar in the future. So if you or he want to tell me I'd genuinely really appreciate it. I like learning and I don't like hurting people's feelings.

That's literally all I asked for, to know what went wrong for my message to be misinterpretted. The heart might have come across as sarcastic, but I was trying to mimic the energy of his reply.

Sorry if this is an overwhelming text wall, I just get really upset when this happens because I don't know what I did wrong and I want to be more informed but people just block me and I have no way to stop feeling like I'm secretly a bad person and just don't know it. Also the first paragraph is kind of meanly worded, it was the first thing I wrote and I was still really mad. I reworked some of it to not be as mean but I still believe in the point I was trying to make.

first of all never put an essay this big in my ask box again. i’m dead serious i will just block anyone else who does this because i have a life and shit to do and do not want to spend my time on internet arguments.

secondly, it was a positivity post about something that is frequently insulted and belittled. just google love handles and see what comes up. REALLY not the time to make jokes.

my boyfriend states “Tell them that like. I’ve been antagonized enough so the whole “sh sh sh I don’t want to know” came across as if talking about fatness was something that had to be silenced because it was taboo or was being treated like it was some disgusting kink that had to be shielded from the public’s eyes.”

third, you’re insulting my boyfriend (whether you realize it or not) so if youre expecting me to just calmly approach this, youre dead wrong. speaking of which, really interesting that you’re saying my bf needs a thicker skin when he’s been subject to fatphobia his entire life, and then when he blocks you you send me this.

this is in fact a really weird thing to send someone. my bf can block whoever the fuck he wants and thats his business alone. and if you feel guilty about it that is not his or my problem. quite frankly the only emotion i feel right now is annoyance. i am not interested in continuing this conversation further

[impossibleprincess35]

Asphodel | ch 19

[Excerpt:]

Anakin lowered his head and the anger in him seemed to have dissipated, replaced with a genuine sadness. The young man looked broken, confused, and hollow. His usual bravado and boldness was replaced with insecurity and hesitation.

Obi-Wan took a few steps in his former padawan’s direction as he said quietly, “I’m sorry for the hurt that I caused you, but Anakin, I would implore you to consider the burdens that are upon my shoul-”

There was a scoff and then a remark under Anakin’s breath as he interrupted to muse sarcastically, “Burdens? What kind of burdens could the perfect Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi have?”

A heavy sigh washed over Obi-Wan as he appeared defeated in the moment. He took a deep breath and then blurted out passionately, “Only the ones caused by you and your padawan spreading gossip in the Temple that I have a son in Mandalore! Perhaps those burdens. Have you no shame? While I’m undercover, Satine’s nephew’s privacy is being violated as the Council looks into his parentage because your padawan lacked the discretion to keep her mouth shut!”

Anakin swallowed hard and closed his eyes in a moment of recognition. He had become so consumed with his thoughts about Obi-Wan’s death being a farce that he had purposely avoided handling the mess that was unfolding in the background. The rumors had seemed harmless at first, but his and Ahsoka’s careless jokes about Korkie Kryze’s parentage had spiraled out of their control.

“Do you know what kind of wrath I will face from Satine when she learns that not only am I alive, but that Korkie has been a topic of discussion in Coruscant?” Obi-Wan hollered, the veins in his neck throbbing as he spoke. “You have no idea what you’ve done! And yet, you come here and you accuse me of imaginary betrayals that exist only in your mind!”

“Obi-Wan, I didn’t realize,” Anakin muttered, hoping to downplay the impact of his and Ahsoka’s indiscretion.

--

Chapter 19 is up.

*singing Alice in Chains quietly to herself as she posts*

[bookishfeylin]

I want to thank you for your posts. I tried reading ACOTAR last month. My sister who barely reads has been enjoying the series and thought I would too. I was really enjoying it honestly but happened upon spoilers that Tamlin isn’t the main love interest. And finally seeing Rhysand, who I learned is the main love interest, he literally made me sick. I had to give my sister her book back before anything under the mountain happened. She’s tried explaining how I’m missing context (true) and how real life can throw curveballs out of nowhere too. But it still didn’t make me feel better. Am I wrong to have judged it from spoilers? Even though I was having a good time? I can’t even think of SJM without wanting to throw up because just this change of love interests makes me uncomfortable.

Thank you so much! Firstly, i feel it important to note that you absolutely can decide whether or not you want to read something for any reason but especially if it covers topics that trigger you. The handling of Feysand is, imo, one of the worst dismissals of SA I’ve ever seen. It truly is bizarre how many people don’t read Rhysand forcefully kissing Feyre, shoving his tongue in her mouth, and him dressing her in rags and having her dance sexually on him as sexual assault. Or read his torture of her Under the Mountain by twisting a broken bone in her arm to force her to bargain with him or his mind rape of her in Rosehall manor as red flags of possessive behavior despite this series being touted as a feminist series about abuse, red flags, and sexual assault. That being said, if you think you can stomach those spoilers, you may want to read to add the context, at least for the UTM plotline. But again: only if you can stomach that. A lot of people HAVE had to stop ACOTAR at the UTM scenes or when they realized Rhysand was the endgame in spite of them, so you wouldn’t be alone.

Secondly, I feel it important to note that ACOMAF does try to explain what happens away as necessary for her “protection.” That’s the piece you’re missing. He HAD to abuse Feyre to protect her. If you like a dark romance fantasy, then maybe you’ll like it! But be aware that the narrative tries to simultaneously preach about abuse and red flags from Tamlin while… romanticizing Rhysand's SA Under the Mountain, torture of Feyre, and mindrape of her in Rosehall manor all the same. I’ve repeated before that while Tamlin certainly has red flags, it’s straight up insane to expect use to care about his behavior when Rhysand is much, much worse (and worsens as the books go on all the way to reproductive abuse in ACOSF). If you can ignore that amount of hypocrisy (and I’m being GENUINE here not sarcastic) you might like the book.

Basically: stop if you feel you need to, because these topics are heavy. But you’re also welcome to continue if you think you’ll still have fun.

[puckishpal]

Chapter 4 of My Dearest, Willow has just been posted!

This is the link to chapter four!

Here’s a spoiler free teaser:

“I should have known,” Darius rolled his eyes, “you’ve only just turned twenty-three and you’re already using your youth to insult me. You do realize that it’s not normal for someone your age to have back problems, right?”

Hunter used his arms as leverage to flip over the side of the couch fully. He landed on his feet with ease and spun around to walk leisurely to the kitchenette on the other side of the large room, “Everything I’ve learned about being an adult, I’ve learned from you. So if I’m having back problems, well…” he trailed off, a teasing smirk on his face when he saw how Darius’ frown deepened.

The older man let out a snort so loud that Hunter couldn’t help the laugh that escaped past his lips at the idea of their inn neighbors hearing it. Darius’ eyes followed Hunter, the glare he harbored still in effect, “You may have reached eye level with me, boy, but I can still teach you some manners.”

The blond took a glass down from a floating cabinet and turned on the sink faucet to fill it with water. He thought about saying something else snarky just to dig himself further underneath Darius’ skin, but honestly the idea of the other teaching him some manners again made the boot print on his thigh itch. Throughout his years with the other, Hunter had grown a bit more confident in his ability to talk back, much to Darius’ dismay. However, he was still pretty smart; smart enough to know that Darius had won this battle. Hunter congratulated his traveling mentor by offering a more genuine and not at all sarcastic smile to him before taking a quick sip of his freshly poured drink.

“How’d the meeting go?”

Want to know how the meeting went? Click the link to find out!

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 64

*Warning - Adult Content*

Damien Clarke had to stop feeling sorry for himself and act by giving a call to Nick first. 

Nichola D'Alonzo took Damien's call after a single ring.

"Damien is that you? You're alive." Nick rushed to say, breathless.

"Why wouldn't I be alive?" Damien snapped. "And what is wrong with you? Why did you send me a bunch of texts and called me nonstop?" Damien said, bombarding his best friend with questions, as Nick has done with his calls.

Nick better had a good reason for his unusual harassment, as Damien was slightly pissed by his best friend's behavior. 

He had things to sort out and he didn't have time for Nick’s immature little games.

"Well, sorry for being a good friend and worry about you," Nick retorted sarcastically but with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Damien rolled his eyes. Nick was fucking with him exactly as he had anticipated.

"Why are you worry about me?" Damien asked disinterestedly.

"When I woke up this morning and didn't see you, I thought you went home. But then I saw your car in the parking lot. Since you weren't at my place and your car was, I naturally thought something had happened to you. I thought you had been kidnapped in the parking lot on your way to your car or something."

Nick was closer to the truth than he probably thought he was. 

Well, Damien hadn't been kidnapped in the true sense of the word but knowing that he hadn't had total control of himself being drunk, thus making the decision to get into Nabokov's car not being quite consenting. 

So, in a way, Damien believed he had been kidnapped. 

Sort of. And he had completely forgotten that his car had stayed in Nick's parking lot. 

If it weren't for Nick, Damien would probably have realized it while driving home and not seeing his car. 

Damien now planned to phone Nabokov's driver right after he was done with Nick's call so he could drive him to his car. 

From there, he would go home and reflect for a long time on the next step in his relationship with Craig and Nabokov.

"You're over-dramatizing things Nick. I'm alive and well," Damien said, aware of being half responsible for this misunderstanding.

Nick's concerns had been legitimate, as Damien should have left him a message to inform him that he was coming home. 

In the state of mind Damien was in then, that idea hadn't even crossed his mind.

"You know me, I only see the worst in everything. Anyway, where were you? Did you stay the night?"

‘Shit, shit.’

Nick had taken Damien by surprise. 

Not only had Nick had had excellent reasons to be concerned but he had also asked relevant questions that any logical person would ask in such circumstance. 

Damien thanked the heavens that he was on the phone and not face to face, because he doesn't believe he could've concealed his distress in trying to find a concrete excuse.

"Uh no. I took an Uber," Damien said, stammering. "I was a little drunk, so I took an Uber."

Damien mentally sighed. It wasn't so much a lie, since it was exactly what he had planned to do before Nabokov arrived. 

Well, he had planned to take his car and not an Uber but this was only a minor detail that didn't need to be revealed.

"Ah. I thought about that too but seeing that you weren't answering my calls and that you weren't home when I passed by earlier, I really believed that something serious had happened to you bro."

Damien was amazed to learn that Nick had been to his place but since he looked genuinely worried, it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise. 

Damien now had to explain why he wasn't home when he didn't have his car.

"Dimitri came to get me for something to eat," Damien dishonestly gushed without thinking.

Damien didn't have to worry about that lie because Nick was unlikely to find out about it, he and Dimitri being more acquaintances than friends. 

Besides, it was a completely harmless lie.

"Next time, don't scare me like that. Send me at least a text. Don't forget that I was totally blacked out yesterday and could barely remember a thing, so I'm imagining a lot of weird stuff."

Damien sighed and closed his eyes, exasperated with him. 

All this had all been his fault and it was clearly not his proudest moment.

"Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. You're right, I should've texted you. I owe you a drink, Nick."

"No, you owe me ten and I ain't going down."

"You got it," Damien agreed, chuckling softly.

Damien Clark chatted with Nicolas D’Alonzo for a while. 

After the end of his conversation, Damien telephoned Richard, Alexander Nabokov's driver, using the phone number the Russian man had left at the bottom of the note. 

Damien felt bad for disturbing him but he was also embarrassed to do so. 

He didn't know the man but he had no idea where he was. 

While dialing Richard's number, Damien thought about stopping midway and taking an Uber instead. 

One thing was holding him back from doing so, he was afraid that Nabokov would take it personal and be upset. 

Resigning himself, Damien dialed the number and Richard didn't give Damien time to change his mind and hang up because he answered after a ring.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Clarke."

For some reason, Damien felt that this phone conversation was going to be extremely embarrassing. 

If he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he had to go through with this phone conversation.

"Uh, yeah, hi."

"How can I help you, Mr. Clarke?"

By causing your boss to disappear. 

This is how you can help me, Damien really wanted to answer but abstained.

"Uh yes, Can you drop me off at the same place as yesterday?"

Though he hadn't given much details and the wording of his request was poor, Damien knew that Richard understood what he meant.

"Certainly Mr. Clarke. I can be there in ten minutes. Is that okay for you?"

Damien suppressed a sigh of relief. 

He wasn't going to be waiting for long and he would be heading home soon.

"Umm, yes thank you."

"Perfect. I"ll call you when I've arrived. See you in a few."

The call hadn't been as uncomfortable as Damien had thought it would be. 

The fact that it had lasted barely twenty seconds had obviously helped. 

Damien now had ten minutes to waste before Richard arrived. 

He thought of distracting himself by going through Nabokov's Penthouse but quickly changed his mind. 

Apart from being impressed and amazed, visiting Nabokov's residence wasn't going to contribute to anything. 

The Russian's room had already a very impersonal touch to it, having no family photos in sight. 

As he explored the area, Damien wouldn't be learning anything he didn't already know about Nabokov. 

So, Damien remained seated on the edge of the bed while he contemplated with great contentment and appeasement the grandiose view in front of him. 

It was the ringing of his phone that abruptly took him out of this moment of tranquility he was enjoying. 

It was Richard on the phone informing him that he had arrived. 

Damien took one last glance at the mesmerizing sight before exiting the bedroom and the Penthouse by taking the elevator. 

Richard was waiting for him in front of a different limousine than the one from yesterday, the back door already wide open. 

Richard greeted Damien with a professional smile and Damien returned him a shy smile. 

The atmosphere was interesting to say the least and Damien avoided Richard's gaze. 

Richard must obviously be aware that Damien had spent the night at Nabokov's and probably believed that the two men had slept together. 

Damien was curious to know how the Russian would react and feel knowing his driver had knowledge of their relationship. 

Damien walked past Richard and got into the limo as fast as he could. 

Richard closed the door and a few seconds later the limo started to move. Damien took his phone out and returned Dimitri's call. 

Dimitri didn't answer, so Damien texted him to call when he was free to do so. 

Damien knew he would need Dimitri's advice to help him make clear decisions regarding his relationship with Craig. 

During the ride, he had only thought of that and it was only when Richard came to open the door for him after arriving at his destination that Damien was temporarily free from his thoughts which had kept him rather busy. 

Damien thanked Richard and gave him a sincere smile. 

The atmosphere was much less uncomfortable this time around. 

The two men said their goodbyes and a few seconds later, Damien watched the limo leave the parking lot. 

Richard had dropped him off in front of his car and Damien only took a few steps before getting into his car. 

He'd thought of calling Nick to find out if he was home since he was in the underground parking lot of his building but Damien needed to be alone with his thoughts before going to see Craig. 

Damien intended to go see his boyfriend without wasting a moment. 

It was the right thing to do since he wanted to make Craig his top priority. 

Though he didn't want to make all these secrets last, Damien didn't know what the right action was to take. 

He knew that if he was to confess his last night mistakes to Craig that Craig would leave him without even having to think twice, barring a miracle. 

This fact was enough for the decision to be made to be quite obvious but the idea of keeping it a secret didn't seat well with Damien at all because a small voice inside him was warning him that he would end up bitterly regret it and that nothing could be kept a secret forever. 

Damien really needed Dimitri's advice, because he was in a total impasse. 

Arriving home, Damien parked his car in front of his apartment building. 

When he opened the front door, he heard noise coming from the television in the living room. 

Damien stopped on a dime and completely froze, his heart pounding. 

He immediately thought of a burglar who had left his television on after his committed mischief. 

Then he thought of Nick who had told him that he had stopped by his place. 

Nick might have turned on the TV for some weird reason. 

It was a possibility but Damien wasn't sure and continuing his way into the apartment knowing there might be a thief clearly didn't seem like the idea of the century. 

He could already see tomorrow's headline in the newspaper. 

Dumb citizen dies, he entered home knowing full well there was a burglar. 

When Damien decided that putting his life at risk for a simple riddle wasn't worth it and that he was in the midst of turning back on his tracks, his phone then took that moment to make a ringtone sound because of course it fucking would. 

Damien was startled and he barely suppressed a curse. 

Instead of running away as fast as he could, Damien just stood there with his head bowed, his hand rummaging in Nabokov's jogging pant pocket in search of his noisy phone. 

With impressive speed, he managed to extract his phone from the pocket. 

Damien quickly declined Dimitri's call to silence his phone. 

He put his cell back to where it was an sighed.

[bashbustamante]

Dear John,

Kamusta ka?

I just wanted to write to you to tell you something; which I never had the courage to do so. Maybe because of pride. Maybe because I was scared of how you’ll perceive my message. But ergo…

I’m so sorry for putting all the blame on you sa failed relationship natin. I worked so hard to make it work, and I took pride on the efforts that I made. Maybe that’s why I felt betrayed when you chose to let go. Pinilit ko when all along alam ko na si Wineth talaga mahal mo; hindi ako naniwalang I was there with you dahil mahal kita at ayaw mong mag isa. Pinili kong maniwalang mahal mo din ako kaya tayo “magkasama”. And mali ako don (not sarcastic!), mali akong pinilit ko yung taong ayaw na. Nilaban ko yung taong sumuko na, kinapitan ko yung taong bumitaw na. Naging mabigat sakin dahil ako na lang ang nagdadala. I’m sincerely sorry kung naging toxic ako sayo, and if ever nagtrigger ako ng anxiety mo.

I hope that you’re in a better place when you receive this in 2023. Sana you already found the love, happiness and contentment na hinahanap mo. But I hope you find it within you; sana hindi na dependent sa ibang tao yung happiness mo.

Wishful thinking (and I’m not saying this because I’m still in love with you — I’m not) but I hope makamove on ka na kay Wineth. Move on as in you won’t feel “in love” when you guys are merely talking. Yung kaya mo siyang harapin at kausapin na hindi ka maiinlove ulit. I know that there’s something about her that keeps you in love with her, but I hope you realize that it’s not there anymore. She’s not the same Wineth that you were with when you were in highschool. You’re just in love with your idea of her, of being with her. I hope that you realize na kaya mo siya binabalik balikan pag malungkot ka is because she’s your comfort zone and people don’t grow when they stay in their comfort zones.

You deserve to be loved, John. I hope you let someone love you the way you deserve. Hindi lang si Wineth makakapagbigay sayo nun. I hope you let someone love you the best way they know how. I hope you stop comparing people to Wineth.

If ever you’re in a relationship when you receive this, I wish that you always choose to love that person. Love is a choice, John. Pinili kong mahalin ka noon kahit na binigyan mo na ako ng sandamukal na rason para hindi ka mahalin. Pinili mong mahalin si Wineth kahit na alam mong hindi na dapat. And I hope you learn from that. Always choose to love the person you’re with. At kung wala na talaga, be upfront about it. Be man enough to say the truth. Be honest with what you feel. Wag mong gawin sa iba yung ginawa mo sakin na bigla ka na lang mawawala because you have no idea how it badly affected my mental health. At sana hindi ka na ulit makatrigger ng mental health ng iba.

I’m not sure if napatawad ko na sarili ko by the time you receive this, but I wish napatawad na kita.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to forgive you but I sincerely wish for you to be happy again. Believe me when I say nakita kita maging masaya nang wala si Wineth. I’m taking a stand and pride that I saw you genuinely happy “without her”. It will be nice to see “that John” again.

I wish that we’re both (individually) happy by the time you read this, John.

Love always,

Chura.