#besides all the assholes are on Twitter lmao

[raine-witcher]

On one hand it may sound egotistical to try and convince myself I am genuinely a good person and people like me. But I’d rather keep trying to convince myself of that narrative instead of the alternative of “everyone fucking hates being around you” y’know?

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 10 - Forward Flip

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Important conversations happen. Important decisions are made.

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Oral Sex

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aur we're coming up on the end of this storyyyy. i just wanted to thank everyone for coming along for the ride and witnessing reader's frustrating journey of growth!!!

next chapter will be the last! (probably idk i lie a lot lmao)

The sound of feet hitting the pavement rings loudly in Suguru’s ears as he rushes forward. His board slams hard against the concrete just as he hops on, kicking his foot forward, speed picking up. He’s been at this for hours, the sun now setting on the skatepark. It was full when he arrived. Now only a few stragglers hang around, everyone else calling it for the day long ago. 

He can’t sit still, though. He can’t go home yet. Not when you’re not returning his calls, his texts, his voicemails. He knows he has no room to be upset. You’ve got every reason to be ignoring him after everything he’s done.

Should he have punched Naoya in the mouth? No. Of course not. But what else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t stand idly by and let that asshole talk about you the way he was. He didn’t regret knocking his teeth in one bit. His only regret was what followed.

He wishes you would just talk to him. Say something, anything . An “okay” text, a thumbs up emoji. Anything at all. That’s why he’s here at the park. He can’t go back home to the silent punishment you’re giving him.

Your silence is killing Suguru. It eats away at him slowly, plants seeds of dread in the back of his mind. He’s been trying to ignore it, but there’s this strange feeling that’s been forming in the pit of his stomach since he was escorted off set. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but something about this feeling doesn’t feel good . 

Besides, it’s not like Suguru was the only one who messed up. Surely you’re as pissed with Choso as you are with him. You must be. What other reason would there be for him to also be at the park right now? Suguru’s gaze flicks over to the other side of the skatepark, to the ramp where a familiar set of pigtails sit atop someone’s head, lips set in a hard line as he stares down at his feet.

Yeah, Suguru knows that look. Pensive, confused, maybe a little pathetic. It’s probably the same look he has on his own face when he’s not completely focused on skating.

Choso’s been at the park just as long as Suguru, if not longer. Probably trying to burn off his tension the same way Suguru is right now. He assumes you’re not returning any of his messages either. And while that gives Suguru just a bit of satisfaction, it doesn’t change the fact that while you’re not speaking to Choso, you’re also not speaking to him . And it only makes that uncomfortable feeling in his gut intensify.

The wind stings, the rush whipping Suguru’s hair messily across his face. His limbs burn with every bend of his knees as he jumps, feet flipping his board beneath him just before he approaches the edge of the bowl. He ignores the discomfort, some twisted part of Suguru telling him he deserves it, that he’s earned the pain. He bends his knees again, slowing just barely before the nose of his board dips over the edge and he dives in, racing down the curve of the bowl. 

He loves this feeling. He loves the sensation of gravity pulling him down so hard it makes his stomach turn. He loves that for a brief moment he feels like he’s escaped his reality, escaped the messes he’s made outside of this concrete bowl, escaped all thoughts of you and the nagging feeling that’s been stirring in his gut since the last time he saw you. He watched you storm off, back turned as you angrily left the set. 

It’s only for a moment that he can forget, but for that moment, Suguru can finally breathe.

Then he’s up, wheels carrying him high above the bowl, high above any of the bullshit that’s waiting for him when he lands again. Up here Suguru grips the side of his board, legs stretching ahead of him as he spins twice just before gravity grabs a hold of him again, yanking him back to reality.

When he’s back on flat ground, riding his board lazily across the pavement to where his belongings are, he’s surprised to see the park is empty, except for Choso, who has now moved on to grinding across the rails. 

Suguru watches Choso curiously for a moment, studies his form and he has to give it to him. He can see why he wins any event he competes in. He can see why you were drawn to Choso, why you’d choose to photograph him. He’s damn good. 

Choso’s on his phone now, brows knitted as his fingers fly across the screen and Suguru can’t help his curiosity. He wants to know who he’s talking to. He has half a mind to cross the park and ask if he’s heard from you. But he won’t. He doubts Choso wants to talk to him of all people. Nothing good has come from them being near each other anyway.

Except for leaving Naoya Zenin with a broken nose and a few loose teeth.

The memory makes Suguru chuckle to himself as he steps off his board to grab his water bottle and phone. Uncapping the bottle, he takes a swig, glancing at his phone. He nearly chokes on the liquid, sputtering when he sees your name at the top of his notification. You’d messaged him just minutes ago.

You: I’m coming over.

Shit.

That odd feeling in Suguru’s gut surges suddenly, clawing its way up his throat and he has to physically swallow to push it back down. Your text brings up a mixture of feelings for him. He’s happy to hear from you, but the tone of your message makes him nervous. His gaze drifts back over to Choso who he can see is back to staring off into space, hands shoved into his pockets and he wonders if it really was you who he had been typing to only moments ago.

He’d be lying if the look on Choso’s face didn’t give him some sense of relief, maybe a little joy. Perhaps you’d come to your senses and finally ended things with him. Maybe you’d realized Suguru was who you should have always chosen. He lets his imagination run wild with the thought of him opening the door and you leaping into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips and telling him you’re so sorry for playing with his heart even after all this time. Even after Suguru realized how he had felt.

Suguru pictures him finally having you to himself, finally treating you how you deserve to be treated, how he should have been treating you all along. He’s the right choice for you. Always has been, always will be. Suguru stares down at your text again, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips. He can’t wait to see you, can’t wait to hear your voice again after being met with nothing but silence from you.

His eyes find Choso again, who has now resumed hitting the rails. Whatever he saw on his phone must have stressed him out even more. Doesn’t matter, though. All Suguru cares about is getting home. It won’t take him long. He’ll definitely get there before you do. And he wants to be ready for you.

Tonight, Suguru will make sure that you know how sorry he is, how much he loves you. And the night will end with you finally being his.

- - - - - - - -

Your fist lightly taps the door to Suguru’s apartment, hands trembling as you try to calm down. You’re pretty sure anxiety is seeping from your pores as you wait for Suguru to answer. When the day started, you hadn't pictured you’d end up here. You started the day sad, confused and hiding from the world beneath your blankets. 

You’ve ended it with clarity. Even if it took you weeks to get here, you got here. 

It only takes a minute before the door opens, dark eyes meeting yours, framed by damp raven strands hanging loosely around them. He looks relaxed, like he hasn’t got a care in the world. It bothers you because while he’s all calm and collected, you’re absolutely dreading the conversation ahead.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” Suguru says, cool as ever. He steps aside so you can come in. You take in the familiar sight before you – Suguru holding his apartment door open for you, inviting you inside. Any other day, you may have easily stepped right past him, heart in your throat as you went inside and let him have his way with you. But this time feels different. You don’t miss the way your heart no longer skips a beat seeing him, how your pulse does not race in the slightest as you stand in front of him, how your body essentially has no reaction to him at all.

This is not something you’re used to, being able to just be there with Suguru and not feel your stomach twisting into knots at the sight of him. It’s a strange feeling, really. Seeing Suguru and not being completely under his spell is new, refreshing . It gives you the strength you needed to do what should have been done a long time ago.

“Hey, Suguru.” You shake your head when he gestures for you to come inside again. “That’s okay. This won’t take long.”

Suguru cocks a brow curiously, leaning against the doorframe as he folds his arms over his chest, face twisting into an expression of concern. “Did you want to talk about something?” He asks. 

“Yes.” There’s no use in dragging this out.

He purses his lips, inhaling deeply. “Okay…Can I go first, though? And will you please come inside to talk?”

His next moves are all so obvious now, all too familiar. You want to roll your eyes. You know how this will go before it begins. This is Suguru trying to take control of the conversation before you can steer it the way you intend to. He wants to try and drown out any of your doubts and worries with honeyed words and empty promises. Suguru wants to make you soft for him, wants to make you forget that you came here with a purpose. 

And if not for that dinner with Nanami and Satoru earlier tonight, you fear you may have ended up back at square one the moment you saw the man before you. You may have never opened your mind to who Suguru truly was without their guidance. 

You would have shown up, determined to get Suguru to give you what you’d always wanted from him; commitment to you and you alone, promises, him . And all you would have gotten was his arms circling your waist, a kiss to your temple, to your cheeks, to your nose and then to your lips. Sweet words that held no meaning whispered into your ear. And stupidly, you’d be putty in his hands.

That’s how things used to be.

You stare into Suguru’s pleading eyes, silently begging you to come in. He doesn’t know what all has changed for you in the last few hours. You’re confident enough to feel as though things are finally working in your favor. You are in control here, no matter the setting. 

You fold your arms across your chest. A defensive move. It almost feels like a shield meant to block the inevitable bullshit you know Suguru is about to spew. “Alright. Let’s go inside.”

The moment you step foot in Suguru’s apartment, you almost regret it. You’re a little surprised at the way the familiarity makes you…sad. The confidence you had just seconds before wavers ever so slightly. It’s been a while since you’ve been here. So many memories were made in this place, both good and bad. So many tears shed here, both from pleasure and from pain. And it’ll be likely that the last memory you have of this place will not be a good one.

Suguru immediately moves to the couch, patting the seat next to him. He’s comfortable now, in control. This is his domain, after all. He’s just waiting for you to make the wrong move before he pounces. Judging by the smirk resting on his lips, you know he thinks he’s won the battle before it’s even begun. 

And of course he feels that way. It’s the way it’s been between you two for over a year. The same routine over and over. Suguru acts like he’s giving you the opportunity to say what you need to say, to speak up for yourself, let all of your feelings out so he has time to gather his thoughts and work the situation to his advantage. He’ll say all of the sweet things you want to hear, tell you what he knows you like and then you’ll lose your resolve and fall into his arms.

Old habits are hard to break.

"Clear thinking requires courage rather than intelligence." The last thing Nanami said to you before he opened the door to let you out of his home. “Don’t feel stupid for how long you took to reach this realization. Just…do the right thing now.”

Those words echo in your mind as you take a seat next to Suguru on his couch. Nanami was right. He was right with every point he’d made, and he had made a lot of them. You settle into your seat, making sure to put a good bit of space between you. It makes Suguru furrow his brows, but he doesn’t bother to question it. He wants you to feel comfortable.

You wave your hand, motioning for Suguru to go on. “You said you wanted to go first…so…”

“Right.” Suguru clears his throat as he combs his fingers through his hair, pushing the strands from his eyes. “First off, I owe you an apology for what happened at the shoot the other day. I just–” He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I just couldn’t sit there and listen to that fucker Naoya talk about you like that for a second longer. Pissed me off. I couldn’t stop myself.” He pauses briefly, eyes glued to the floor as he gathers his thoughts. “I know I had no right to be pissed about this one, but when Naoya mentioned Choso…” You swallow the lump that quickly forms in your throat at the mention of Choso, the way he looked at you the last time you’d spoken and your heart squeezes painfully. “I guess I got more upset having it thrown in my face that you’re still seeing him. I should’ve had more self control,” he continues when you don’t speak. “I ended up ruining your day. And I heard you got suspended from work?”

You nod when Suguru peers over at you, confirming his suspicions. “I did.” 

He gives you a moment, waits for you to say more. You don’t. You want to hear every sorry excuse Suguru has, every apology he owes you. You want to let Suguru get out everything he wants to say before you say what you need to. He doesn’t get to control the narrative anymore.

“Fuck,” Suguru sighs, your name falling quietly from his lips. “I’m really fucking sorry. Obviously I didn’t want that to happen.”

“I would hope not,” you chuckle dryly. Suguru perks up for a second, hearing your laugh before visibly deflating when he hears your next words. “But I guess that wouldn’t be the most fucked up thing you’ve done to me, would it?”

His brows knit together and for some reason, the confused look on his face annoys you. He reaches forward, gently taking your hand in his.

“Hey, if this is about everything else, our relationship –” You cut him off with a scoff, which he promptly ignores as he continues. “Listen, I know I’ve done some fucked up shit. I know I’ve been fucked up and as big an asshole to you as they come and I’m sorry . I don’t know how else to say it. I don’t know how many times you need me to say it to believe me, but I mean it every time I do.”

You pull your hand from his hold, lacing your fingers together in your lap and that strange feeling that’s been forming in Suguru’s belly for the last few days? Well, it’s beginning to grow, spreading rapidly and clawing its way up his throat right now. “I want to believe you, Suguru.” You tell him. Because it’s true. Against your better judgment, you do want to believe Suguru means it every time he utters an apology. Because the least he could do after all the shit he’s put your through is fucking mean it when he says he’s sorry. But you don’t believe him anymore. You don’t believe in him anymore. “You’ve apologized so often, it doesn’t mean anyth –”

“I told you I’d show you I’ve changed,” Suguru quickly interjects, moving from his spot on his couch to kneel before you on the floor. He places his hands over yours, in your lap. “I’ve been trying. I know you see it. I’ve been letting you have your space, do your thing, figure out what you want – who you want without trying to sway you one way or another! I’ve been trying to do more of that boyfriend shit that you’ve been asking for. I haven’t been with anyone since I told you how I felt.” 

He quickly rambles off his list of all the ways he’s been better for you.

And he has been better. You’ll give him that. If only he’d done it sooner. And if only he’d done it because he wanted to. Not because someone encroached on his “territory”. Who’s to say that if you ended things with Choso and went back to Suguru that he wouldn’t go back to his old ways?

Suguru stares intently into your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s panic you see behind his gaze or what, but strangely, it makes you want to laugh in his face. It’s comical, peering down at him before you, desperately trying to get you to see how good he is for you. Is this what you once looked like? Had you really been this pathetic? 

Probably.

You wish you could go back to the past and shake yourself, wake yourself up to the bullshit fed to you by the man on his knees before you. 

“The investigation has been completed and I’m going back to work in a couple weeks. Choso stuck his neck out for me, thankfully.” 

You see the way Suguru tenses when you mention Choso, but he quickly recovers, a wide grin spreading across his face at this news. “That’s great! So you’ll be back at the park to –”

“Suguru.” You hold up a hand, cutting him off. You remove your hands from his hold once again. “I really appreciate the apology. I appreciate you looking out for me at the shoot and standing up for me.” You give him your first genuine smile of the night. “A few months ago, I would have loved to hear you tell me these things. I would’ve loved to have you care so much. I would have believed that you cared as much as you said.”

“I do care as much as I say,” Suguru asserts. You see his hand move, like he wants to reach for you again, but he thinks better of it. He busies himself instead by running tucking his hair behind his ears.

You’re sure Suguru thought it would be as simple as apologizing to you a few times to earn your forgiveness. It’s a little funny, you think. As you sit here and watch Suguru fumble around with his words, nervously fidget with his hair, stare a hole into your head, you suddenly wonder what it was about him that made you put up with all of his bullshit all this time. What has Suguru ever truly given you aside from a headache and a broken heart?

And yet, suddenly he cares so much.

“Why now?” You ask.

“What?” His head tilts to the side, clearly confused by your question.

“Why do you care now ?”

Suguru mutters your name softly, a gentle plea for you to believe him. “I care. I’ve always cared. I would have done the same thing months ago that I did at the shoot. I would have never let Naoya disrespect you like that.”

You can’t help the bitter laugh that escapes you. “Right…” You lift a finger, pointing at Suguru whose eyes widen with your next words. “It’s only okay when you disrespect me.”

“I–”

“What changed?”

“What do you mean?”

Your irritation is beginning to build.

“I mean, what changed for you? You’ve made it clear that you suddenly want to be together, but why? Is it because of how you feel about me? Is it because you see a future together?”

Suguru stays quiet.

“Or is it because of Choso?”

Suguru sighs and you can see the way his jaw ticks as he tries to find his words. 

"Choso…" he says his name like it's dirty. "I can admit that Choso did play a part in me coming to the realization that I want to be with you."

You roll your eyes. "So you only want me now because someone else is giving me what I've been begging for you to give me all this time?"

"No! That's not it. It took seeing you with someone else for me to see that I'm ready to be with you. I'm ready to commit to you."

You fix Suguru with a deadpan look. "...Because you saw someone giving me what I had been asking for you to give me. Now all of a sudden you love me and want to be with me." Suguru reaches for your hands and you pull away, standing from your spot on the couch to put distance between you two. “Do you hear yourself when you talk, Suguru?"

He stands as well. He doesn’t try to get closer, though you can tell by the way he keeps nervously carding his fingers through his hair that he wants to. He breathes your name. “Okay. Okay . I get what you’re saying. I fucked up. I didn’t appreciate a good thing while I had it and yes, it took someone else doing what I should have been for me to open my eyes, but I’m fucking trying! ”

“And it’s too fucking late!” Your voice echoes through Suguru’s living room. Louder than you’d intended, but you’re sick of this shit. Your anger is boiling over, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.

Suguru stares at you in shock, eyes wide. You’ve never raised your voice at him, even at your angriest. But that was the old you. Too quiet, too accepting, loyal to a fault. Not anymore. 

Suguru calls your name again, and for the first time since you’ve met Suguru, you can hear a slight panic in his voice. You can see it in his body language, too. The tension in his jaw, the way his hands are balled into fists at his side, how his lips are pursed tightly together.

“Do you know how many times I stood right here –” you gesture between the two of you. “And asked you how you felt about me? How many times I’d left here hiding my tears after I’d begged you to love me the way that I loved you? And you know what you would tell me?”

He’s silent for once, not bothering with any bullshit reasoning with you. And while you’re grateful, it makes you laugh, a short burst of giggles rushing past your lips.

“Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.” You repeat his words back to him. “ That’s what you would tell me.”

Suguru finally takes a step forward, and you step back. “Baby –”

“No.”

“ Please. ”

“It’s my own fault for putting up with this for so long, honestly. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to change for me just because you see someone else making me happy.”

“I’m not forcing myself to do anything,” Suguru proclaims. He takes another step forward and you take another step back. “Will you just sit down? Just listen to me. I– I’ll do whatever you need me to do to prove it to you.”

“I don’t need you to prove anything to me anymore.”

It’s quiet, the only sounds being the exasperated sigh you let out as you two face each other, staring each other down in the middle of Suguru’s living room. He has nothing to say, not that there’s anything he could say to keep you here.

You move towards the door now, ignoring how Suguru quickly follows after you, keeping a safe distance between you both. As you reach for the doorknob, you glance back at Suguru, who looks like a deer in the headlights, watching you longingly. Like he knows this will be the last time you come here.

Because it absolutely will be the last time.

There are so many more things you want to say to Suguru. You want to say more about how shitty you think he’s been, how you don’t know why you stuck around for so long and let him string you along. But you’ve wasted enough time here. It’s getting later and later by the second and you have somewhere else you want to be, somewhere else you need to be. 

Without another word wasted, you open the door and leave, not bothering to look back.

- - - - - - - -

Your feet dangle loosely over the edge of the deep concrete bowl. The sun has long gone, the moon having risen in its place. But it’s a particularly dark night. You can barely see your shoes as you stare down into what looks like a bottomless pit, the park’s street dim lighting hardly doing anything to illuminate the drop. You wonder how anyone skates here at night. It’s nothing but emptiness, darkness and eerie silence. 

It’s creepy.

It’s also oddly relaxing.

After leaving Suguru’s apartment, you promptly blocked him on all social media. You didn’t need or have any interest in seeing what he had going on in his personal life. But since you often work together, you went ahead and left his phone number unblocked. Though the second you’d made it back to your car, you already had several missed calls and texts from him to which you’d responded with a dry ‘Any messages and calls not pertaining to work will be ignored.’

He hasn’t messaged you since.

It’s been a relief. No more putting up with an asshole, no more being used, no more empty promises. You can finally breathe.

You hear the sound of quiet footsteps slowly approaching you from behind. And while you can’t see who it is, you know. You know by the way your heart skips a beat, the way your pulse races, the way your body reacts immediately in mere anticipation. You don’t need to look back to know who’s coming.

He sits beside you with a quiet groan, long legs dangling over the edge of the skate bowl and swinging in the darkness alongside your own limbs.

“Hey.” His deep voice rings loud in your ears, makes your heart pound wildly against your ribcage.

You turn your gaze to him, drinking in the sight of his pale skin practically glowing under the moonlight. His hair hangs loose tonight, framing his pretty face perfectly. You drink in the sight of him – those dark circles that rest beneath those pretty brown eyes of his. That tattooed line that runs from one cheek, over the bridge of his nose and to the other side of his face. Those soft lips turned slightly at the corners with a small smile.

“Choso,” you whisper his name, afraid that if you speak too loudly, he’ll disappear. His smile widens when you say his name and he reaches over, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, knuckles brushing gently along your skin.

“How did it go?”

Choso is straight to the point, as always. You’re grateful for it, because you don’t want to waste another minute on this.

“It’s over.”

“For good?” He asks quietly.

“Yes.” You answer with no hesitation.

His eyes bore into yours, searching, though you’re not sure for what. But you don’t dare look away. The silence lasts a few seconds, but feels like an eternity before Choso’s large hand comes down to cup your jaw. He exhales slowly, a deep breath you had no idea he was holding.

“Good.”

His lips are on yours in an instant.

[shuchu]

Hana hana hana, have you see this?

I’ve guessed that shu probably is someone who will have different aura (or vibes (?)) when he’s getting serious. Like the moment he’s starting to assert his dominance, that’s it.

After hearing this, I couldn’t help but imagine dom!shu getting really really mad to protect his lover or something like that. Like probably when u guys having a date or something. Or you trying something new like going to a club or something. Doing something that you both never done as a couple, like this is out of your routine. Imagine when you decide to have a date on a club, you both just want to have some fun: a drink or two and dancing on the dance floor, enjoying the music and vibe? You probably going out with your friends as well (the more the merrier ritee). And then there’s this one guy who start to flirt with you, trying to woo you when you are alone (because maybe shu is getting drinks for you two while the others are dancing on the dancefloor). But anyway, this guy is persistence, he’s making you uncomfortable even though you have nicely ask him to back off.

Annnd, at some point, shu sees it and all hell break loose. He will start to assert his dominance to protect you. He won’t back down until the other party says sorry or leave you both alone.

(nsfw) Anyway, i couldnt help but to imagine if he’s somehow able to be mean in bed. Like, when he’s unable to control his raging jealousy after what happened at the club. He probably gonna do you for hours until you remember nothing but his name and until he’s calm down enough lmao skksks

- 🥀

good lord, this is an ask that has been sitting in my drafts, unfinished from eons ago. i finally found the motivation to finish it up. i apologise if this is bad, i'm so rusty ;w; enjoy lovelies <3

indeed i have! the way millie described shu being mad and sticking up for his friends- same millie that's tskr and fucking hot

i honestly feel like even though shu is calm and collected most of the time, when he feels the need to step up and protect someone he cares about he will. so i can imagine that if a random person starts harassing you and making you feel uncomfortable, shu would definitely make the person apologise to the both of you for being such an asshole

here's a mini fic inspired by your ask/thirst ♡

suggestive, afab!reader

you and shu decide to step out of your comfort zones a little for today's date and go to a club. it was lovely at first, getting drinks and dancing with shu on the dance floor.

you giggle as shu hugged you close to him, with a big smile on his face as the song ends and the next one begins. the both of you then leave the dance floor to take a break from dancing.

"who would've thought we're both amazing dancers?"

"nah babe. you're the dancer not me." shu sees you panting a little and asks, "you want me to go get some more drinks?"

you nod, "yeah that would be great babe, thank you!"

shu smiles and says as he walks away, "i'll be right back, stay here okay?"

you take your phone out and start scrolling through twitter while waiting for shu to return.

"hey, do you wanna get some drinks with me? it's on me." you hear a voice from beside you so you take your attention off your phone to see a young man beside you. from his looks, you'd guess he was around the same age as you.

you smile and say, "oh, no thank you. i have someone getting me drinks already."

the man continues, "oh that's okay then. i saw you across the the club and felt an immediate connection with you. you're really pretty."

an unsettling feeling starting bubbling up within you when the man said that, you give him an awkward smile and say, "thanks."

"are you single? if so, can i grab your number?"

"no i have a boyfriend actually and he's the one getting drinks for me." you say, hoping that the man would leave you alone after that.

the man's face dropped for a split second before he regained his cheery and flirty disposition. the man continued hitting on you and would constantly try to touch your arm or your waist. you were feeling incredibly uncomfortable and prayed for shu to get back soon.

fact is, shu saw this go down from a distance. after he turned his back towards the bar, he saw this random guy hitting on his partner. he saw the uncomfortable look on your face and it made his blood boil, he starts walking over to the both of you. when he gets there he clears his throat, "i'm back babe, sorry i took so long."

he gently pulls you away from the man so that you're standing closer to him. one of his hands made its way to your waist, holding you close to him.

"you knew they were taken. why are you still trying to coerce them into having a drink with you?"

the man looked at shu and laughed nervously, "ah i'm so sorry. i thought they were just using it as an excuse to not get a drink with me."

"even then, even if they weren't my partner, if someone tells you no, respect their decision and stop pushing yourself onto them. that's disgusting and you should feel ashamed for acting like that. my partner felt very uncomfortable from your advances, so i think you should apologise to them."

the man laughed nervously again and tried to weasel himself out of the situation but shu insisted and glared at him. the man eventually apologised and left quickly afterwards.

shu brought you into his arms and held you close, "you feeling okay? he was such an asshole, i'm sorry you had to deal with that alone."

you hum, "i'm feeling okay babe don't worry. thank you for telling him off." the both of you finished your drinks and headed home. during the ride home, you saw that shu was gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual, the veins on his hands and arms were more prominent. his jaw was clenched and he wore a serious expression.

once you stepped into the comfort of your house, shu grabbed your hands and gently pushed you against the wall. your eyes widened and you gasp, "b-babe?"

"the thought of that guy hitting on you and making you feel so uncomfortable makes me so mad. i should have asked you to come along with me, i'm sorry i left you there alone. i just figured that maybe people would be decent enough to leave you alone after you reject them." shu says in a gruff voice.

you moved a hand up to cup his cheek, "it's okay. you came back and told him off. thank you for coming to my rescue, my knight in shining armour." you giggle a little after saying that.

shu then leaned in, his breath tickling the side of your neck, "maybe i need to mark you up so that other men will know you're mine and know not to approach you."

your breath hitches and you gulp, "i- i don't think you need to babe, something like that- ah-!"

you let out a little moan as shu attached his lips to your neck, sucking on it.

heat started pooling between your legs as you’ve never seen your boyfriend this possessive before and not gonna lie, it was really turning you on.

shu lifted his head up from your neck to admire his handy work while you look back at him panting and with lust filled eyes.

he takes in the sight before him and smirks. he then leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. the way his tongue swept against yours was dizzying and you felt like you were melting from the intensity of the kiss.

shu pulls back slightly and whispers against your lips, "all. mine." before smiling and giving you a peck. then, he leans back and walks away leaving you to slide down onto the floor, dazed and very very turned on.

[oneokkombat]

Something something a tower has hit the planes <- (Johnny sexualization discourse on twitter dot com)

My two cents: the only good point I’ve seen in this discourse is that people do forget Johnny does has depth as a character and his arc where he shows beneath all his persona he is a kind man

This even happens with dilf Johnny in some fics which is crazy cuz even he didn’t like his older self lmao

The rest it’s just the typical fandom problem of people having different perceptions of characters rip.

Edit: What’s eve funnier is that people are saying “I blame mk1!!” When mk1 is probably the best version of himself besides older Johnny 😭 him in the previous timeline was even more of an asshole 😭😭

[the1975attheirverybest]

I know you probably don't want people to vent to you, but I just had a close friend put me down for liking Matty and it's kinda messing with my mood. They said it was "kinda fucked up" that I liked him. They are a good friend and this kinda came out of nowhere and now Im sad. I know he says some bad stuff sometimes, but my life is so chaotic rn and my enjoyment of this band and Matty is kinda a reprieve from my life. I just don't want them to think I'm a bad person. I don't believe that Matty is bad, but some people don't see that and only assume the worst, and then I feel like the asshole.

- 🦝

Hey, listen, you can ALWAYS vent to me! Promise!!

Also, like, who else are you supposed to talk to? People who don’t know Matty/the band kinda won’t get this sort of thing. Only other fans do! So, this is totally fine.

And, yeah, to be honest, I used to get that a lot. From my sister even! Like, she’s really into punk and emo music. Like really hardcore shit. She does NOT like the 1975, lmao. Even though I’ve told her a thousand times that if she likes punk, she’d love Matty. Cuz he’s legit more punk than whatever bands she likes these days…the genre has devolved into a parody of itself, you can’t really do punk in punk anymore…BUT I DIGRESS!! My point is, she gets all of her impressions of Matty from Twitter. And, we all know what Twitter thinks of Matty. Like, when the podcast shit was going down, she was texting me screenshots everyday like “this is your Matty Healy?” It made me really sad.

It’s difficult cuz it’s not the same type of thing as when people make fun of me for, like, liking Harry Styles. They just think Harry isn’t a “real musician” (whatever the fuck that means) but, with Matty, some people actually think he’s a Nazi!!!!! Like my sister and I got into it a bit cuz she was like “If you’re fine with Matty Healy…I feel like you’re the type of person to end up in a toxic relationship cuz you’ll just let men say shit.” BUT, my thing is, she’s my sister. She knows me. She knows the millions of ways that I stand up for my students when our department policy is discriminatory against some of them. She knows my personal politics and who I am. So, if she can’t give me the benefit of the doubt and/or realize that, if I like Matty, then there must be something about him that PERHAPS! Twitter isn’t showing her??? Then we are in a sorry state as a society. You know?

Besides, I know lots of people say they wish Matty would tone it down for the sake of the rest of the guys and/or the band’s general image, but, I think that’s exactly why he doesn’t what he does. He’s asking for a little more nuance and real thought in debates around art. He doesn’t want art to become sterilized, corporate-friendly, performative activism, cuz art is where real thought and real resistance happens. And if there’s no space in it for push-back, then we lose as a society. So, the way I see it is, the fact that not everyone loves him, that he’s not another Harry Styles or whatever, is proof that he’s right and it’s working. You could try and explain that to people? Some people will get it, some, like my sister, will be like “yeah, sounds like you’re being brainwashed by a dude” … her loss honestly, cuz Matty has given me so much courage and joy and if she wants to dig in and miss out on it cuz punk Twitter can’t candle that Matty is more badass than them…then alright. She’s my sister and one of my best friends but she’s objectively wrong here lmao.

Bottom line is, they don’t have to love Matty but they love you. And if they do, they’ll understand who you are as a person is proof enough that you’re not a homophobe/Nazi/whatever the fuck the world misunderstands Matty to be. If they can’t see that, then, sorry but you may need a new friend? Hope that makes sense?

YOU CAN ALWAYS FANGIRL WITH US THOUGH 💗💗

[papirouge]

oh, I understood that the supposed "trans allegory" applied to only one story, but I admit I didnt know about the animatronics being possesed by dead children. the problem is that i'm kind of a wimp so i usually avoid horror, but if even kids could play it it shouldn't be that horrible right? also, does that video feature screamers or something? some content creators do that when discussing horror related stories or formats like the iceberg videos and I really hate screamers lol

the american system is so weird in general to me, the fact that they only have a two party system when in my country there are like dozens of different political parties lmao. once we literally had 13 different presidencial candidates to choose from.

and notch is a certified asshole. after that, he simply stopped being involved in minecraft and kept on commenting on his twitter. i think he even mentioned the iq race theory once. he also seemed to be one of those guys that believes women only care about money, so when he finally became rich due to minecraft success, he was completely flabbergasted that women still kept rejecting him right and left lmao. he attributed this to him being too successful, and women being afraid of his success thus prefering subpar men to date. and I know all of this because he thought tweeting it all was a good idea. lets remember that a big part of his audience were literal kids.

i actually thought it was good that nintendo/game freak were attentive enough to change jynx skin and her facial features somewhat to avoid being insensitive even if it wasn't their intention. it has a different connotation in other countries, and it resembled black face whether people like to admit it or not, so some black kids could have been offended by it and decided to never play again. They had a similar but less known controversy with the character lenora, a black woman gym leader who wears an apron. nintendo of america thought she resembled a mammy so they removed her apron.

also, I remember once watching a video about the jynx controversy saying ganguro started earlier and in the same place the nintendo or pokemon office resided, but i dont remember well. then there's also mr popo from dragon ball, which is a very similar design, and in general akira toriyama designed his black characters with big pink lips, not to mr popo levels, but he did say he had never seen a black person before designing his characters and that's why they looked like that.

plus lets be honest, stereotypical racist black characters were actually somewhat common in japan, like the doll dakko chan which represented a little black girl.

I too stopped engaging with horror content since a while, but fnaf games are more like jumpscare type of games. There's nothing (visually) fundamentally horrific in them beside the lore.

And don't worry, I went through the whole 9 hours video and there's no jumpscare lol (that's something very shitty to do in a lore/iceberg video imo)

And LOL at that scrote coping about women feeling intimidated by his wealth? When there are entire armies of sugar babies around... Dead. 💀 Dude must be very awful to be around with because there are women willing to have sex with geriatric aged men with diapers for the money... They definitely aren't "intimidated" but much...

And sperging about IQ race theory is textbook White trash loser behavior. You know, those guys broke as hell and with a shitty life but they cling that narrative because "at least I'm not a low IQ nigger 🤪" to which I always wanna reply "sure but, where did that Caucasian high level IQ lead you to? look at your life. At least a bunch of those low IQ Africans have a house, family and job. You're obese, with no friends and living in a trailer park. Get your life on check before obsessing over people living on the other side of the globe 💀" Those people rely on fantasizing on other people's misery being worse, to make their own brand of misery less painful. "At least I'm not Black 🤪" they say while drowning under debt, on medication, with no job, and without any fulfilling human connection.... Tragic.

Africa has its own problem, but NGL when I see my uncles, aunt, cousins conservation on our family WhatsApp group they seem happier/more mentally stable than the average western netizen. It's really striking.

I'd rather have no Black character in anime than those shitty depictions 💀 the only japanese made Black character I'll acknowledge is HxH Canary and Kimberly in Street Fighter 8s freaking cute too (it's a GIANT step up compared to Elena from SF3 who was supposed to be Kenyan but had blue eyes and non textured(?) white hair(??)....💀). I heard they asked for an actual Black woman to give them tips so im not surprised the result is great. Black women are the only relevant ambassador of our owb representation). The average mangaka is to ignorant to properly pull out Black characters.For some reason I always assumed that Mr. Popo wasn't even human (more like an alien, like the namek lol) Toriyama excuse of not seeing a Black person irl to pull out such awful portrayal of black people is stupid. There were definitely photograph and shows featuring Black people. Wasn't Japan already industrialized in the 80s? They didn't have TV or poster magazine ? Bye.

[hiorintruther]

New sideblog for bllk coz I have *emotions*!!!

I guess this serves as an intro post? Hi there :) I’m bachirabuzzings hiorintruther >.< My main is @princesserii but I don’t really use that for anything these days besides the occasional reblog.

I’m a simple girl. I see our Lord and savour Hiori Yo and I cry, scream, throw up etc… I’m caught up on the manga so will be posting manga spoilers.

This’ll probably end up being an all-purpose bllk blog in terms of reblogs but I intend to use it for posting the odd infodump about headcanons, AU ideas, (maybe) fics and, of course, hiorin. If I can ever be bothered, there might be a smidge of fanart sprinkled in as well, mostly from my Twitter.

My top 5 faves are:

Hiori 🩵🩵🩵

Rin

Karasu

Chigiri

Bachira

Idk how important this is but I’ll add it anyway. I’m pretty lax on shipping and multiship most of the popular pairs to some degree, however my OTPs (aka the only ones I’ll ever really reblog and make content for) are:

Hiorin — MY OTP!!! I CAN AND WILL GIVE YOU A 50 SLIDE POWERPOINT PRESENTATION ON WHY I’M NOT REACHING

Tabiori — the newest addition to the list!! Hiori’s light novel is something else. They’re basically canon atp

Bachisagi — recently dethroned from being my number 1 otp (Hiorin took its place lmao)

Kunigiri — I live in denial okay!!! They were meant to be!!!

Reonagi — sometimes watching dysfunctional relationships crash and burn is fun (and/or funny)

Ryusae — they’re assholes, they’re antagonists and they’re in love, your honour

Kaisagi — a newer addition but oh my god did the brainrot take hold

I know I know, pretty vanilla in terms of bllk shipping. As I say, I’m a simple girl.

Anyways, I hope this says enough about me and the blog! I look forward to descending into the pits of madness every time a new episode drops. Saturdays are one of the few things bringing me serotonin rn 🥲

[randomfansstuff]

so this

is a very interesting phenomenon I have been seeing going around twitter. basically people have been comparing the treatment of c!wilbur vs c!dream by the fandom and I do think it's a topic we could discuss again.

I won't go into too much detail since im not the best at debating lmao so all of this is my opinion on the characters and their treatments, you're all free to agree, disagree or add your own.

I think that whenever some look at or compare c!wilbur or c!dream they forget about the way both of their stories are presented to us as an audience. c!dream has always been somewhat of an enigma. he stopped streaming from his pov the second serious lore kicked in and we only saw him from the perspective of other people. we never got to see anything from his point of view, his thoughts, or his actual emotions as we did with c!wilbur. all we have on him is the way he shows himself to others. that's why I personally find it very hard to believe that he suffered from mental illness the same way c!wilbur did and still does, because we never saw him showing any kind of sign of it. from what i know of the lore, c!dream was always presented in a monotone serious way or actively enjoying his actions. the only time we saw him show something akin to fear or panic was during the prison arc or the final disc confrontation.

now to compare this to c!wilbur. we actively and through several streams saw him and his mental state crumble, and in addition we saw exactly which moments were the ones that took a toll on his mental wellbeing. on top of the head i could name three moments that made c!wilbur the way he turned out. i cannot do the same with c!dream- well before prison arc.

now within this arguement i would like to say that i am not including c!dreams traumatic moments from within the prison. thats a whole 'nother can of worms. the reason i am not including it here is because all of c!dreams actions that made him an 'asshole' were commited before the start of prison arc. before the final disc confrontation, the only loss c!dream ever faced was c!tommy running away from exile. besides that he always won. before prison arc he never displayed any kind of hint that he might have trauma.

what i'm trying to say is that yes, both c!wilbur and c!dream commited villanous actions. but out of the two of them, only c!wilbur displayed signs that he not only regrets his actions but that they took an insane toll on his mental wellbeing. after destroying lmanburg his first instinct was to get rid of his own life because he felt that was the only way to keep his loved ones save, because deep down he knew what he did was wrong. before prison arc (aka the consequences of his own actions) c!dream never displayed such behavior. after destroying lmanburg he didnt feel guilty and stopped, he did it again. after seeing that stone pillar and realising c!tommy almost killed himself, he didnt stop to think that what he was doing was wrong, he went to find him to continue doing it. after being put in prison to reflect on his thoughts, after every single one of his old friends went against him to show him he was doing wrong, first thing he did in prison was plan revenge (and this was before c!quackity) and to continue the way he did before.

c!dream never showed a narrative change in morals or that he regreted his actions, not in any kind of way c!wilbur did.

c!wilbur deserves getting help because deep down he regrets. he regrets everything. c!dream doesn't. he doesn't regret a thing. and i will continue believing this, believing that 'c!dream is just an asshole' until he shows me he isn't.

obviously there will be more sympathy for the guy that regrets the actions than for the one that has been enjoying them until forcefully stopped.

[billy-crudup]

I absolutely love Bradley and Cory’s relationship. That man is head over heels in love with her. But, after all the backlash the show received on social media for making Cory declare his love for her and for “queer baiting” with the Laura story, do you think the writers will make big changes next season and pretend that nothing happened?

me and you both nonnie! <3 although i understand your concerns, i don’t think you should worry about this too much. after all, the writers will do whatever they want, and it’s unlikely that they will cater to any shippers. those toxic assholes on twitter are very vocal and loud, but they don’t represent tms fandom as a whole. a lot of chill and laid back viewers love cory. and my silly little discord server is full of love for him too! besides, billy crudup is getting a lot of recognition for his portrayal, so i doubt they will waste his character. in any case, i’m sure that apple tv execs play a much bigger role in what happens in the show than the actual fans. i think they were the ones who wanted s2 to happen in the beginning of the pandemic, that’s why the writers had to include a time jump. it’s also kinda weird to accuse them of queerbating, because bradley is bisexual. dating a man, or having feelings for one doesn’t erase her queerness. her being outed and cory’s confession are gonna be 100% addressed next season, otherwise it’s just very bad writing and we shouldn’t waste our time on this show lmao

[doctorofmagic]

I’d very much like to enjoy your blog, because I quite like Stephen Strange, but I’m gonna be real with you: your attitude towards MCU-only fans is EXTREMELY off-putting. Like,

“Lastly, imagine feeling like the ultimate clown for believing Stephen was Mephisto HHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE ALL SO OUT OF YOUR LEAGUES, PLEASE. Perhaps allow the actual fans to elaborate theories next time? The embarrassment will not be that overwhelming, I assure you.”

stinks of elitist gatekeeping and makes you look like an asshole. ‘Actual fans’? I don’t think you could be more condescending if you tried. Not that I expect you’re going to care when you read this; I just can’t help but wonder how many potential comics fans you’ve driven off with posts like this.

Now, just hold on just a sec. This part was not attacking MCU-only stans, the hell???

This part was meant to people who think who know Stephen, MCU or not, to claim his personality to the point of defending that his "mischararacterization" should be immediately associated with a demonic possession. People who by the way attacked me when I used evidence to show that Stephen makes mistakes when it comes to magic, that he is indeed reckless and that he can even smile. People who raised the hashtag "notmystephen" when the trailer was out. What I meant is, who only watched IW and decided that was their Stephen while most of their stans know about his flaws and behavior even inside the MCU. That he could be jolly and playful without immediately assuming he's a demon (MOSTLY when he's always jolly and playful around Wong, for starters, which is basically one of my main arguments to defend his personality in NWH). So yeah, allow me to be salty to these people because they've claimed to own the character to the point of seeing him as a demon, which is... ugh.

I've always been focused on comics because there are tons of MCU blogs out there and I am more found of comic books. This is a personal choice and it's written right on my pinned post. On the contrary, many people over the years started reading comic books because of my posts about Stephen. I'm not driving them away, I'm more than glad to encourage them to read. Besides, I wouldn't even need to mention 616!Stephen to know that this kind of attitude, "notmystephen" was childish and made by people who barely watched the first movie to see that he makes mistakes, that he's jolly around people he's comfortable with, that he cares and he's not based entirely on arrogance. So yes, I'll laugh at people who argueed with me on twitter and discredited my posts defending he was possessed just because he was ooc for them. Because I just know they don't know A THING about him and were merely trying to be loud about it because it was "trendy".

This is poor interpretation of the character at its finest. I've never gatekept Stephen lmao. I've watched every freaking movie and TV show out there (pinned post about magic and MCU hello?) and never get tired of praising Scott Derrickson's movie and work. I made a huuuuuuge post about What If?Stephen, praising him like the best performance and characterization of Stephen ever made on media. You'd KNOW that if you read my reviews and posts. You just assumed I'm an elitist because I was mocking people who mocked me when I defended him the moment the trailer was out, and then you came to the conclusion this was about comic book x MCU.

This is not it.

If you were one of these people, then I'm sorry but you were just wrong to assume Stephen was ooc. And honestly, to associate him with the king of hell just because he was jolly is... I can't even find a proper word to describe this attitude, honestly. Have a good day.

[tortilla-of-courage]

Blog Intro/Master Post

Hi! I’m Tortilla (or Tort or whatever you wanna call me), any pronouns/gendered terms are fine but i default to she/her, local SkSw nerd

I periodically reply to a bunch of asks in a row, so... yeah, be aware lol.

i try to tag TWs if possible but if you ever need me to tag something just hit me up! (i usually do it in “#tw thing” format)

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please don’t get overly NSFW in my asks or i’ll block you

i tag spoilers for ALL Zelda games, in case you don’t want to get something spoiled! format is “#game subtitle spoilers” (like, “#skyward sword spoilers”)

i also do post reacts of zelda games whenever i play! in that case i tag them as “#tortilla plays acronym” (ex. “#tortilla plays sshd”, “#tortilla plays oos”), so just assume those have spoilers AND will be spammy sometimes, so if you wanna block them go ahead. general tag for these will be "#tortilla plays" if you want a block all lmao

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LU Master Post (oh my god. the links all broke. i need to fix this. eventually. sorry.)

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related but id prefer if you dont send me several paragraphs of fanfiction. if you really want me to read smth you can just post it somewhere and let me know where it is and I'll probably check it out

as for tags, here’s the main ones i use for original content besides fandom-related ones:

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[crayonflop]

yeah okay thank u for bringing up the weird shift in the red sleeve cuz I was thinking the same. if we’re gonna be real. the crown prince has had a strong man-child vibe from the start but I didn’t think too much of it since most royal male leads in sageuks do a lil bit. But when he started to lay the whole ‘I am your master’ stuff on thick + us never really having confirmation that she likes him the way he likes her (besides her getting horny after seeing him shirtless in the bath which was just like. her god given right as a human being), I feel like I’ve just been like??? Where r we going with this??? Like did they really set everything up THAT hard just to shift it into a tragedy?? Cuz unless they do some serious redeeming, no matter how this ends I’M gonna be thinking it’s a tragedy…..

Also, I think the Senior Court Lady villainization is to show that she, just like the crown prince, wants to force deok im into becoming a concubine for a selfish/personal want that takes away from deok im’s personal freedoms

literally the villain and the romantic male lead both have the same short term goal at this point regarding deok im and it's like ok so that's not helping me see him in a positive light and root for their romance especially since she clearly doesn't want that at this point so are we just gonna watch her get worn down and give in or forced into it?? the tonal switch between this is romantic they both like each other to he's an entitled asshole who doesn't care about her humanity is so frequent that i have no idea what i'm supposed to be feeling about them at all

when the faux choking scene happened i saw a lot of conflicting opinions on twitter about it but there was no subtlety at all to them so it was hard to agree with anyone fully.......a lot of people were upset that his violent domineering actions were being romanticized which in the context they were not, it was clearly edited and acted as uncomfortable and a bit scary BUT the fact that he's the romantic lead and all other scenes of them surrounding that one are soft and fuzzy does make it seem like it doesn't matter that he's a bit threatening bc oh he was nice later. on the other side were ppl like "how are u gonna be upset that a man in a sageuk drama is acting like this it's historically accurate and cute romcom historicals have degraded ur brain this is reality this is what royals were like" which very true like it's accurate and probably what that guy was really like but everyone i saw say that was either not even watching lol or also swooning at all the romantic scenes so it felt like they just didn't want to face that there's something off bc they're enjoying the romance. like i'm all for this relationship being depicted realistically where he is in love with her but in a way that mirrors his own abusive history and strips her of her agency by eventually forcing her into a position she doesn't really want but i just don't think you can do that AND have romantic bath moments and gentle hugs while the orchestra soars or whatever like is this a touching romance or is a bleak reminder of the way women have suffered thru history like it can be both but the way it's doing it isn't really working for me and is very confusing at this point

lmaooo this was really fucking long but if anyone has another perspective tho pls share i'm not like ahh this is the correct interpretation i'm right everyone who likes the romance is dumb like i'm just thinking about how i feel about it which is confused about where it's going lmao

[causticsunshine]

Thank god I've been following the right blogs, I barely seen any hypocrisy nor double standards in my dashboard but what you said is straight up facts. I observe that kind of bs behavior more on twitter. I hope people realize that they're BOTH hurting and are BOTH stuck on the stupid stunts that they are in. Imagine being depicted as a womanizer at a age of 16 and having an image of being a stupid good for nothing, party boy father. BOTH of them doesn't want that as their image yet here we are. Idk why people keep comparing them, H doing XYZ is the same as Louis doing ABC. They're their own people, they're going down their own path of what happiness, success and passion is, and they both deserve love and support. If you don't like how your relatives/people you look up to having biases why are you projecting that insecurity to your favorite artists?

i've also been seeing it on twitter but more and more people i thought were chill on here have been displaying this behavior unabashedly since late last year and it's gotten to the point where i can't seem to escape it whenever i want to go hang out and check in on my interests, hence why i'm at the point of mental exhaustion and constant simmering annoyance that i am now 😩

(and a large part as to why i haven't been online as much lately, besides being busy and tired with my day job, and trying to prioritize my writing projects until i can get back to working on art more again and balancing things out... but mostly because i'm annoyed lmao)

but you're 100% right; trying to hold this constant competition over who has it better or who has it worse.... it does nothing to help either of them in the end. they've both been and are stuck with shitty stunts and bullshit public narratives that defame their character in some way, and have had the media as well as people who were supposed to be in their corner working against them, making them out to be who they aren't for publicity and coin for years now.

so...why do supposed fans need to throw more fuel on the fire to 'help' whichever one they deem worthy of it, especially when they're usually putting the both of them down in turn?

and they do deserve love and support in whatever they choose to do as individual artists! they need good people—people they work with and fans/supporters otherwise—in their corners who aren't going to consistently speculate and dig shit up, stir the pot, etc. just because they're bored with what is or isn't going on, or trying to 'help' H or L's image by shitting on the other—or anyone else around them, for that matter. plus, comparing them for whatever reason people do, it really serves no purpose as, as you said, they're both doing their own thing.

plus: being an asshole and a hypocrite over and about someone you supposedly care so much about just negates that supposed support you're giving, imo? and in this specific case if you're a proclaimed larrie / equal opportunity hl supporter, you really don't have to speak on the both of them all the time especially if half the shit that comes out of your mouth when speaking on one of them in particular, only serves to negate their accomplishments, make fun of, belittle them, etc.

but hey, what do we know, huh? ☕️

[shuahoonie]

you. [tom holland]  - one.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! mentions of alcohol! a bit of fluff, a bit of angst. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! 

WORD COUNT: 1013 

SONG INSPO: tonight i’m getting over you - carly rae jepsen 

A/N: hello babes and happy new year! what a way to start the new year with such angst hey? this is the first part of this series that’s been sitting in my drafts for months now! i’m just a huge sucker for fake dating aus and not to mention, haters to lovers au lmao so i hope you guys enjoy this one! 

gif credits: @stallingdemons  

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The day Zoë, your manager, pranced inside the office with a huge smile plastered on her face you knew your day was going to start off like a roller coaster.

There can only be two reasons that make Zoë smile: one, she got laid. How you knew that information was beyond you but it was a piece of fairly-valuable information nonetheless; two, she found damage-control whenever things got out of hand regarding you and the media.

You were hoping for the former.

See, last night was a nightmare for both you and Zoë, but mainly for Zoë. You weren’t really expecting things to get out of hand. Although you and alcohol don’t really go well together, it doesn’t stop you from taking in the pleasure that alcohol brings.

If Amy Santiago (from the show Brooklyn 99) had different personas for every drink she’d consumed, people would have to start calling you Amy now.

You had three drinks; three alcoholic drinks that rushed through your system. Three-drink-y/n was easily the snarkiest one, the bitchiest out of the three.  

You met up with a few old friends at a club that night, as you were meaning to catch up with them for quite some time now. Since your schedule was always in shambles and how your friends don’t have a lenient schedule either, it took you at least two months to plan this and you were glad you were able to hang out with people who kept you grounded.

A lot happened that night: one, you found out your friend was engaged.

“Wait a minute, we don’t talk for a month and you’re telling me you’re engaged?!” You asked Olivia in disbelief, as the ring on your friend’s finger glistened under your phone’s flashlight.  “Did you know about this?” You turned and asked Veronica who mirrored your expression.

“Uh- no? Do you think I’d be shocked if I knew?!” Veronica replied, equally shocked by the revelation that their friend made. “Livy, I thought you and Joshua were just ‘friends who occasionally hook up?’ I didn’t even know you were dating.” Veronica asked, putting air quotes on “friends who occasionally hook up.”

“Friends don’t fuck.” You commented before chugging down your martini and shortly regretting it- but you needed the kick.

Veronica looked at you pointedly but you just shrugged at her. “It just sort of happened,” Olivia mumbled.

“Oh god- you’re not being forced into marriage, right?”

“Veronica!” You gasped at your friend, who in turn just raised both of her hands in defence. “Well, you aren’t, right?” You then turned to Olivia.

Olivia rolled her eyes before saying, “You two are despicable.” She took a sip of her margarita then carried on “But no, I am not being forced into marriage. I’m twenty-three, I’m not a child-bride.”

Two, your friends had to dish you out on the current state of your love life.

“What’s all this buzz that I keep hearing regarding you and Spider-man?” Veronica asked you, with a teasing look on her face.

“God, that’s nothing.” You answered with a frown on your face. You signalled the bartender for another round of martinis. “People took it out of proportion.”

“Wait, I’m lost. What happened?” Olivia asked, finishing her drink and ready to grab another one.

“I was doing an interview for the Alchemist and they asked me a “would you rather” question. They asked me if I’d rather go on a date with Tom Holland’s Peter Parker or Tobey MacGuire’s. I answered Tom because I just saw Infinity War that time and he was brilliant, so automatically, I’d say his name.” You explained.

“See, this is why I can’t live your life, Y/N.” Veronica pointed out as you shrugged. She had every right to say so because sometimes, you really do wish that you didn’t venture into this route in the first place. “I’d never trade law school for that. Even if law school makes me want to claw my eyes out all the time.”

“Oh, please don’t give up law school, Ronnie. You are the only thing keeping our dreams alive.” You almost begged only to make Veronica laugh.

“Never too late to pick up that political science degree, babes.” Veronica cajoled. “Which reminds me, when’s your graduation again, Liv?”

“Oh, last week of May. Save the date, please?” Liv answered and you already pulled up your calendar to add a reminder in your schedule. You need to remember to tell Zoë about that.

Three, you bumped into Spider-man himself, Tom Holland.

“Shit-I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking and-” You quickly apologized as you collided bodies with someone only to look up into a pair of beautiful brown eyes. “Oh, Tom, I’m sorry.” You carried on apologizing, though you were internally grateful that your glass of water didn’t spill on him. In fact, the glass was just as full as it did before.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled and dusted himself off. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah,” You smiled. “I’m surprised you know my name. I’m so-”

“Yeah, I mean I should know the person who leeches off someone for fame. It’s the least I could do for myself.”

You had your eyebrow raised and your blood was boiling. You weren’t drunk. In fact, you have enough alcohol to garner some courage for the next thing you did.

“Asshole.” You spat as you put down the once filled glass on the table beside you. You took one last look at Tom Holland who was soaking wet.

People were staring, and you couldn’t blame them. Y/N, a rising celebrity, just threw water at Tom Holland. Imagine the news.

One thing led to another and then all of a sudden, you were trending on Twitter. It was a PR nightmare.

At this point, you’re practically begging to all of the gods to tell you that Zoë got laid. See, when things go out of hand, your manager tends to go overboard with the resolutions and if the smile on Zoë happens to be about your little accident, you already know you’re fucked.

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I might come off as kind of whiny or bitchy (or whatever y’all wanna perceive me as) for saying this, but Twitter has become such disgusting ass site to be on. I first created an account in 2013, but Twitter used to be very different 8 years ago and it wasn’t nearly as popular as it is now, although that might change judging by how they’re handling a certain sector of users *cough* conservatives/non-liberals *cough* on their platform. It’s a shell of its former self and has now turned into an absolute cesspool because of the wave of toxic ass indivuals that arrived there. It started getting toxic by the late ‘10s and I took notice of that, I permanently left the site forever and bowed to NEVER go back there again. I’ve been Twitter-free for almost 3 years now and let me tell y’all that it was a wise decision on part, specially considering how I usually tend to make shitty decisions lmao. Tumblr is nowhere perfect and tbh, there’s a lot of shit on this site as well, but the difference between Tumblr and Twitter is that on Tumblr you can actually share your opinion without constantly getting “canceled” or dragged, unlike Twitter where everyfuckingbody has to think and feel exactly the same or else you’re their enemy; smells like good ol’ fascism, doesn’t it? (notice my sarcasm). Besides, Tumblr brings in a lot of creative people while on Twitter you don’t find that shit very often. One downside to Twitter are the fucking bluecheckmarks, MY GOD, these people are not only obnoxious as FUCK, but they are highly ignorant, stubborn, self-righteous and full of themfuckingselves, but they don’t see themselves that way precisely because of their bloated egos. They have a “high school mean girl” mentality where they view everyone else who doesn’t think like them as beneath their level both in terms of status and intellect. Fucking self-centered morons, and they wanna criticize Trump for being an arrogant asshole (which he essentially is, don’t get me wrong), but they are just the same if not WORSE because they wanna pretend that they are holier than thou. A major thing that motivated me to leave are the “Men Are Trash” feminist crowd, these bitches are why I wish Thanos was real so he could wipe them out from existence, yeah, I’m THAT dramatic and bitter (take that Anakin). All these so-called strong and independent women did was bitch and moan about how men are so awful, how men deserve to die, how women are the superior gender and much more gender studies bullshit. If you are supposedly so strong and independent, why the fuck are you obsessed with someone else and what they’re doing???! It sounds like a lot of these pseudo-feminist bitches are bitter as fuck because they encountered a mean guy. Don’t get me wrong, I understand a lot of this hate and bitterness comes from the fact that: A) They didn’t have a father, B) A traumatic experience, C) A bunch of male negativity around their lives, or D) Social engineering from media/press and entertainment. But goddamn, all these so-called strong women ever did on Twitter was bitch about men, and then they wonder why we have misogynistic and sexist men around??? The political correctness crowd and what the internet refers to as “social justice warrios”, also part of Stan Twitter, are another big reason as to why I left Twitter. I could go on and on about why Twitter is trash and why I think we should let that shit’s stocks drop to HELL. The only thing I miss are the memes, but that’s about it.

[ruxxxol]

001 for Oumasai! 😄

HERE WE GO!!

when I started shipping it if I did: I saw that one shrek meme in twitter that said “Look the person with a criminal record has fallen for Detective Character” and a lot of replies were these two then I remembered I haven’t played NDVR3 yet and it went rolling from there

my thoughts: I think my main draw for the ship is that they’re labelled as a rival pairing but like they don’t work as a rival pairing if they’re removed from the killing game?? Usually rivals have serious competition, trying to outwit or best each other, which could be found in their relationship through out the game but most of it are caused by stakes so its all just circumstantial. Tho based on the FTE & Prison Mode their core relationship is mostly just Saihara trying to genuinely understand who Ouma is and Ouma is just being you know... Ouma. Like Ouma plays a lot of games but Saihara doesn’t really treat them as a serious challenge just entertainment, which is mostly Ouma’s goal in his own way. The competition aspect in the relationship is just absent or very very minimal which I really find interesting and opens up a lot of things!!

What makes me happy about them: When I learned Ouma called Saihara “Shumai” i was completely sold, but besides that there prison mode ending was really cute!! The fact that Saihara was able to not only shake hands with Ouma but Ouma being the one to reach out to him was such a nice “what if” moment. I also really like how their personalities bounce off each other

What makes me sad about them: personally, their canonical relationship is one of the most unsatisfying things in NDV3??? There was so much potential for it that the game could’ve delve into deeper and they could’ve solidify that rival dynamic. Also idk the receive of Ouma’s death could’ve been more heart wrenching than bitter at the very least.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: aaa I am actually such a stickler for characterization but this whole game gets a pass since its giving 3 possible personalities?? (Pre-game, In game and Post game) and most of it is up to fan’s interpretation so its really just up to if i like it or not. Though it kinda feels weird when Saihara (in game personality) is portrayed too much of a nervous wreck sad boy or he easily cries a lot?? As for ouma idk maybe when he’s portrayed too nice or too much of an asshole like theres a perfect amount for him that I can’t exactly pin point but like most authors gets how much of a gremlin he is

things I look for in fanfic: Oh man I really love character studies for these two!! They’re my favorite sort of fics for them cause the author gets to delve into their relationship more and it’s really really good angst. Also plot heavy slow burn fics are really good as well!! Surprisingly I look for more non-canon divergence AUs for them because im just rejecting what happened at this point

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I’m actually pretty cool with most saihara and ouma ships but personally momota?? but also pretty okay with none i just want Ouma to somehow have friends lmao

My happily ever after for them: Everything is virtual reality, they talk about stuff and make up, everyone lives and heals together!!

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Ouma claims to be a big spoon but his arms gets tired then saihara ends up being the big spoon instead

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Video-games!! I also hc they like going out and taking trips together