#best believe if I were I would use that shit to my advantage top

[butmakeitgayblog]

Nepo babies like Maya Rudolph, Jane Fonda, Jamie Lee Curtis. And adc ofc. They’re all self aware but at the same time really put in the work and keep their mouths shut. Not to mention so freakin talented

It's her likes on social media that always make me chuckle. She knows her lane and she sticks to it. We love bad bitches who do that

[xjulixred45x]

Guess who just watched Apology Tour/Helluva Boss Critique

MY GOD, STOLAS' DEAD MOSQUITO ATTITUDE HAD ME ROTTEN FROM MINUTE ONE. Does this grown man really believe that HE is the one who should be angry because THE POWER IMBALANCE IN HIS DYNAMIC WITH BLITZ WAS CALLED ATTENTION? Flaco, mature.

APART FROM STOLAS LITERALLY MANIPULATING HIM TO MAKE HIM FEEL BAD "do you feel any remorse for WHAT YOU DO?" FLACO, SKINNY, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAUSED THIS SITUATION, NOT HIM (and apart from being a hypocrite, he says that the Exes party is immature but decides to go anyway).

And on top of that they treat it as if the problem were Blitz's insecurity regarding his supposed ""relationship"", how Blitz feels that no one loves him is well stated, but using it in STOLAS OF ALL THE CHARACTERS FEELS LIKE A LACK OF RESPECT FOR THOSE WHO CAN REALLY DEVELOP THIS (like, I don't know, BARBIE WIRE, BLITZ'S SISTER, WHO DIDN'T EVEN APPEAR IN THE EPISODE!!!).

Let Blitz handle the situation the way he handles it, but WHY SHOULD HE GIVE STOLAS AN APOLOGY? SERIOUSLY WHAT MADE HIM OWE HIM AN APOLOGY? I understand it with his exes because well, Blitz gave them a hard time, BUT STOLAS?? It's like some kind of Stockholm syndrome, Blitz REALLY believed Stolas' manipulative bullshit.

The satanic ritual scene made me laugh tough, I'm not going to lie, the second/only positive point.

FOR GOD THE MUSICAL NUMBER WAS BASICALLY THE MOST SUGARCOEATED VICTIM BLAMING I HAVE EVER SEEN, how Stolas ignores all the vital information but at the same time DOES RECOGNIZE THE SITUATION ("i went too hard" and the image of Loo loo land where SEXUALLY HARASSES HIM ) is DISGUSTING.

It's like saying "ah yes, i did shit but it's your fault"

That's it, Verosika my beloved, the best character of the episode. although definitely if she knew the whole context she would have cut STOLAS' dick off.

The fact that they try to make us think that Stolas and Blitz are """over"" when we all know it's endgame is a waste of time, if they really wanted to fix this ship, they would take advantage of the episodes they have, they couldn't have unnecessary drama, but I guess Asking for quality is a lot these days with Vivziepop:)

In general, a deplorable episode that leaves aside aspects that could really help the plot and development of the characters (like Barbie Wyre and focusing more on Verosika for example) and that makes me hate the show more with each episode.

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(ESPAÑOL)

Adivinen quién vio Apology Tour

POR DIOS, LA ACTITUD DE MOSQUITA MUERTA DE STOLAS ME TUVO PODRIDA DESDE EL MINUTO UNO ¿realmente este hombre adulto cree que es EL el que deberia estar enojado porque LE LLAMARON LA ATENCIÓN DEL DESEQUILIBRIO DE PODER EN SU DINAMICA CON BLITZ? flaco, madura.

APARTE DE QUE STOLAS LITERALMENTE LO MANIPULA PARA QUE SE SIENTA MAL "do you feel any remorse for WHAT YOU DO?" FLACO, VOS SOS QUIEN CAUSO ESTA SITUACIÓN, NO EL(y aparte un hipócrita, dice que la fiesta de Exes es inmadura pero decide ir igualmente).

Y encima lo tratan como si el problema fuera la inseguridad de Blitz respecto a su supuesta ""relación"", el como Blitz siente que nadie lo amara esta bien planteado, pero usarlo en STOLAS DE TODOS LOS PERSONAJES SE SIENTE COMO UNA FALTA DE RESPETO PARA LOS QUE REALMENTE PUEDEN DESARROLLAR ESTO(como, no se, BARBIE WIRE, LA HERMANA DE BLITZ, QUE NISIQUIERA APARECIO EN EL EPISODIO!!!).

que Blitz maneje la situación como lo maneje esta en personaje, pero PORQUE DEBERIA DARLE UNA DISCULPA A STOLAS??ENSERIO ¿QUE LE HIZO QUE LE DEBA UNA DISCULPA? lo entiendo con sus exes porque bueno, Blitz les hizo pasar un mal rato, PERO STOLAS?? es como una especie de sindrome de Estocolmo, Blitz REALMENTE se creyo la mierda manipuladora de Stolas.

La escena del ritual satánico me dio risa, no voy a mentir, el segundo/unico punto positivo.

POR DIOS EL NUMERO MUSICAL FUE BÁSICAMENTE EL VICTIM BLAMING MAS SUGARCOEATED QUE HE VISTO, el como Stolas ignora toda la información vital pero al mismo tiempo SI RECONOCE LA SITUACIÓN ("i went too hard" y la imagen de Loo loo land donde LO ACOSA SEXUALMENTE) es ASQUEANTE.

Es como decir "ah si, oa cague pero es tu culpa"

eso si, Verosika my beloved, el mejor personaje del episodio. aunque definitivamente si ella supiera todo el contexto le hubiera cortado A STOLAS el pito.

el hecho de que traten de hacernos pensar que Stolas y Blitz """terminaron"" cuando todos sabemos que es endgame es una perdida de tiempo, si realmente quisieran arreglar este ship, aprovecharian los episodios que tienen, no podrian drama innecesario, pero supongo que pedir calidad es mucho estos dias con Vivziepop:)

en general, un episodio deplorable que deja de lado aspectos que realmente pudieron ayudar a la trama y desarrollo de los personajes (como Barbie Wyre y centrarse mas en Verosika por ejemplo) y que hace que odie el programa cada episodio mas.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitvi with a cocky yet easily flustered s/o?!!

wow, am i the s/o? how did you get this photo of me? COMING RIGHT UP ANON! also, i feel like this would be easier with headcanons so, i hope you don't mind!

Wipe The Smirk Off Your Face | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Caitlyn and Vi with a cocky, yet easily flustered s/o. mostly how Caitlyn and Vi react to the cockiness and what they do to fluster their partner even more.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended, Headcanons, SFW, Reader's A Bit Full Of Themselves But CaitVi Loves It, Not Proofread

– Caitlyn and Vi can be cocky themselves. It's more Vi than Caitlyn, Caitlyn likes to believe she's confident, not cocky. Vi will tell you straight up she's cocky.

– anyways. the girls know how you get.

– you tease them about something they've done or you claim that you're the best at what you do. sometimes, it's just your personality too. it's an ego thing, but it's more like you're trying to convince yourself than others.

– an example of this is when you reported to Caitlyn for the first time after being recruited for a journalist job. you put the article on her desk, 5 hours before it was due which was an accomplishment for you, and grinned.

"read it and weep, captain." caitlyn rose a brow at your choice of words but took hold of the file. she scanned through the article and nodded. "i know, it's good right?" you sigh happily. proud, you put your hands on your waist. "i say it's one of my best works and i preformatted it for the journal so the editor doesn't even have to worry about it." impressed, caitlyn stands from her desk. she takes off her top hat as she walks to you. "i have to admit, recruit, this is your best work. i thought your portfolio had all your best work, but i was clearly mistaken. good job." she leans back on her desk and crosses her feet at the ankle. as she stares into your eyes, you cheeks warm up. you can only pray there was no change in your appearance. you clear your throat, nodding at her. "yes, uh- thank you. i appreciate it." in a swift move, you leave her office. caitlyn's perplexed at your sudden change in attitude, but she brushed it off. she continued to read your file.

– since you two weren't together during that, caitlyn didn't think anything of it. maybe you were overwhelmed by your boss complimenting you. unluckily for you, it didn't go that smoothly with Vi.

jumping off from a mild ledge, you dust your hands off with a proud smile. "i told you that you needed my help. without me, you would've never seen that guy sneak that eggbeater into his pockets." a soft chuckle escaped from vi's lips. "yeah, I'll admit it. i didn't see that guy but i don't understand the threat behind an eggbeater. that's the kind of shit stuffy bakers use." you shrug. you hold up the eggbeater. the beater is well-kept and freshly polished and the golden material shines in the dim light. "this gold is worth a pretty penny. i should know. i handle golden material all the time." you grin up at vi. she chuckles again. "oh, what would i do without that beautiful, knowledgeable, brain of yours, huh?" she nudges your shoulder with a confident smirk. again, you stammer over your words. you fidget with the eggbeater before you look away. vi tilts her head, her smirk growing from confident to cocky; a known slippery slope. with her hands crossed over her chest, vi matches her eye line with yours. "I'm sorry, what was that? did you say something?" her words are like oxygen to a flame. the squirms and shudders travel up and through your spine. flutters erupt in your stomach and your heartbeat fastens. you say nothing in return. your silence is music to vi's ears. she grabs your chin and turns your face to her. her grin is shit-eating, her touch is warm, and her feelings are calloused. "you know," her voice is low, her words smooth. "you shouldn't talk a big talk when you can't handle someone agreeing with you. someone might take advantage of it." she winks.

– after the three of you got together, vi wouldn't call flustering you taking advantage of you. she would call it, "giving her partner affection"

– picture this, it's an early morning and vi is absolutely dreading getting ready. caitlyn has already scolded her about the consequences of being late for work, but vi gets scolded often so she tuned caitlyn out.

– you're already up, morning person or not, and getting ready for the day. you claim it's easy for you to get ready because you're absolutely perfect and the world can't revolve without you.

– from the sheets, vi turns her head. her face is half-smushed into the pillow. she tells you that you're right. you are perfect but you're wrong about one thing. there's no world to revolve around you because you are the world. her world.

– from the bathroom connected to the room, caitlyn groans. unfortunately for you, the corny line works, and your cheeks warm up. vi teases you again, taking your silence as another answer.

– sometimes, when your cockiness reaches an all-time high, caitlyn and vi share glances, nod, and then boom, you get a compliment attack.

– if you identify as a girl, they'll agree with you using gendered nicknames such as: "you're so right, pretty girl." "i agree. you're the most amazing girl in the world." "that's my girl."

– if you don't identify as a girl, they compliment you in other ways. "i knew you could do it. you're perfect." "that's right, baby. you are the best." "oh, really? you knew that? you're so smart."

– and lastly, if compliments aren't your thing, they'll fluster you in different ways.

– caitlyn likes to drag her nails up and down your back while placing kisses right underneath your earlobe. why are you squirming? you said you were the best of the best, right? she's giving the best of the best celebratory kisses. what's wrong with that?

– meanwhile, vi is more "subtle" when she's trying to fluster you. okay, maybe not exactly subtle, but it's vi-subtle. she knows she can be direct and flirtatious to get you flustered too, but she loves watching you muster up the courage to reply back to her.

– when you say something cocky, she'll lean on any surface she can and raise a brow. she'll always reply with a simple, "oh, yeah?" then, she'll lean down or reach up to your height. if you're taller, hands are on your waist. if you're shorter, she puts her hands on the side of your neck. either way, she scans your eyes with a smirk.

– that move alone sends you spiraling and you want to melt out of her grip. as most of her flirts do, she ends it with a wink and then walks away.

– don't get me started on the nsfw parts of this... but I'll leave that to y'alls imagination. bye~

WC: 1,096

A/N: IM STILL TAKING REQUESTS FOR CAITVI. ALSO, IF YOU SPECIFY IF YOU WANT A ONESHOT OR HEADCANONS, THAT'LL HELP A LOT! THANK YA <3

[supercalime]

A goodbye post I guess?

Hey yall, i wanted to write something about all of this as this may be the last time I talk about this show. Apologies in advance, this will be long and all over the place cause im using this little essay to get it off my chest and help me calm down my anxiety. Strap in, this will be a doozy.

First off, no matter how sad and disappointed we are, let’s please not stoop down to the level of those fans when it comes to voicing our issues with this situation. Please, let’s not harass, call people names, send them threats, etc. we can voice our opinions in an adult way, and although it fucking hurts and it makes us want to shout from the rooftops and call Murphy, Minear and Stark every name in the sun, we need to be grown ups and come out on top of it.

That being said, I want to first acknowledge how fun and cool yall are. We endured A LOT of shit since april and all that bullshit didn’t stop you from keeping the positivity going. I applaud you all for that. It has been hard. I came in contact and became friends with some really nice people here and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I loved being a part of this fandom and it physically hurts me that this feels like it was all for nothing.

Even though I feel like a fool as well, I hate to see how you are all so sad with this. This wasn’t our fault. We were not naive for believing that this storyline could’ve been great. Don’t blame yourself for being taken advantage of. Because that’s what they did. They saw the opportunity to profit from a community and took it. They are the ones in the wrong. They used us for brownie points and then tossed us away like trash the second they got what they wanted. It’s on them.

What I’m about to say now will sound hypocritical as I’m writing this at 2am while trying to cope with an anxiety attack caused by this very show, but what we can take away from this is that unfortunately, we can’t rely on tv shows for happiness. Yes, that’s a bitter pill to swallow, specially in this political climate as we were hoping for some sort of escape from the horrors of the elections. What i took away from this is that I need to (for lack of a better word) touch grass. I need hobbies, I need friends. All things that I’ve been lacking because fandom stuff is easier. I need to find stuff that makes me happy that doesn’t depend on outside factors. But also I want to make sure that if a show is all you have, that’s okay and is even more okay to feel betrayed. I was an absolute mess a few years ago when a show I adored stabbed their fans in the back, but it gets better. You still get angry remembering you were done dirty but I promise that the memories that stick are the positive ones.

I don’t wanna go on a deleting spree but I also don’t want to be reminded of this hurtful moment as the wound is still fresh, so I’m deciding to reevaluate some things offline, like I did with previous fandoms, and come back when I’m ready. I don’t think I’ll leave tumblr or never watch/talk about 911 again but I need some time and space from it so I can feel better. I don’t want to doom scroll through the tags like I did tonight. What Ryan Murphy, Tim Minear and Oliver Stark did to us was awful, but the best thing I can do is not let these three men influence my mental health. I won’t let a tv show ruin me because it’s not my fault. It’s not our fault to believe that there were half decent people in the entertainment industry that cares about the portrayal of queer individuals. They will have to sleep at night with that knowledge and deal with the consequences from the BoBs. And if these guys decide to humor the BoBs that’s their funeral. It would further show they never cared about representation and just wanted to save face after making so many people miserable for simply enjoying a canon ship. I hope they can see the consequences because I’m not even the target here. I’m hurt for all the queer men that saw themselves in buck and tommy, that even messaged the actors thanking them for their honest portrayal.

In conclusion, here’s my goodbye (for now).

Thank you so much bucktommy nation!

Yall are the best,

Love, Lety 🖤

[slapjacq]

there’s about to be a slew of thoughts coming from me for this very last episode probably over the next few days, but I’m gonna put them out as such.

For starters:

The funniest part about the ending of this episode was the fact that Louis’ response to everyone talking the most insane amount of shit was truly, in the most American response possible: aight bet pull up then pussy you won’t

A true man after my own heart

Like talk your shit Louis good for you man. I can’t lie wasn’t the smartest thing to do but at least he’s standing on business and I gotta respect that

Generally watching him just plow through the coven and let loose was actually incredible. Like yes girl you didn’t need to leave Paris, you needed to wrong all the mfs that wronged you. Sometimes you just need to open up a can of whoopass and by god did he do that. Santiago’s death was deeply satisfying. I’m happy my blue eyed pretty boy got to use the talents his mama gave him to really read a bitch to filth.

Watching him get back to his roots and rock that post divorce glow was everything, and as someone who has moved from a city to a much different place, the feeling of your city’s air is something that resonated with me so much. I saw someone’s post say something about that already, but I digress. His redecorating of his apartment in Dubai, his “bitch try my me I’m a new man” feel is truly incredible look on him, always and forever routing for Louis DPDL

On top of that Jacob’s work with Sam in the reunion scene is EVERYTHING

Speaking of Sam Reid:

“Siri pause” took me out. I think I was laughing on the floor for twenty minutes. 10/10 comedy gold. I adore Lestat in the modern world and can’t wait to see more of it.The scene in the shack moved me to tears. Lestat better be haunted by Claudia. It would almost be out of character for him not to be. Sam does such an incredible job really giving us Lestat’s guilt. The longing between them, the whole idea of actually seeing Lestat for the first time ever was genuinely wonderful.

Also his scenes in flashback to Paris post trial were also, and I mean dripping with Lestatian emotion.

A part that stuck out to me though, as satisfying as it was, even though I love my doe eyed gremlin, it almost sounded like Armand was regressing back into that scared little kid who was terrified of loosing everyone again, WHICH MIGHT BE A REASKN WHY he turned Daniel, but I’ll hop on my soapbox later about that. Anyways I’m not saying I feel total empathy for the fucker, but it was a little bit sad to hear what I would imagine how some of the conversations/negotiations went with Marius. Genuinely kind of sad but BABY GIRL YOU NEEDED THAT ASS WHOOPING. Like this is all of his fault and by god even though I’m loving every minute of watching his ass get handed to him, I do feel bad for him to an extent. New season wish for Armand: get a therapist, try being single for a decade or two. Like I can’t actually believe that this idiot deluded himself into thinking that the rebound/revenge relationship was gonna be eternal. Like bitch be for real. Idk. Hope my little puppy eyed freak gets his shit together.

DANIEL. MY MAN, MY DUDE. His questions, pulling Louis from the slowly whirring current of Armand’s manipulation was so fucking masterful and cheeky, like they really showed us first hand the reason as to why the man’s got two Pulitzer. And then his turning???? Like he really showed that twink how fucking fascinating he was within a month, ruined an 80 year marriage, and most likely fucked and was turned by the same dude he was out for blood for. No one is doing it like Daniel Molloy. I’m putting money down now that he looked through the paramours file off screen, and knew the advantage was his. I don’t think we’re gonna get a lot of information on that until season 3, but I’m putting it down now. Also shoutout Daniel, the new vampire, live your best life big dawg, do the crazy shit you’ve always wanted to do. The man almost had a post coital glow with the amount of swagger he carried compared to when he was a jaded human. Just generally, Eric fucking crushed it this season. This man is gonna have so much fun next season. Like idk what god or entity I have to bargain with to ensure Eric Bogosian actually lives forever because his characterization of Daniel is actually so spectacular.

This goes for everyone too by the way: EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE, knocked it out of the fucking park this season. Genuinely spectacular. I am going to continue to dickride this show so fucking hard in the coming future because all of this effort and all this show-stopping work should not only be seen by just a decently sized community of little freaks but by everyone because every single person on the cast and crew deserve nothing but love and recognition for what they have done with the franchise so far.

Also shout out Sam, we love to see a bad bitch escape with his life.

Can’t wait to see what bullshit he’s got going in 2026

[manicpixieyandere]

A Show For The Witches!!!

Agatha All Along

OH MY GOD WE REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE IT?! Agatha All Along, a show that actually honors IRL witchcraft while still maintaining its Hollywoodness in good faith that also is for the girls and gays???

Still cannot believe Marvel actually followed through and didn't shy away from showing any intimacy between Agatha and Rio??? Not to mention Billy also has a same sex kiss! (Thought we'd love to have seen Agatha and Rio in the cottage raising Nicky, it also makes sense narratively what they did with Nicky).

Like yes obviously the witches have unrealistic flashy powers, but they still do tarot and magic with intent. It was fucking awesome and obvious they did their research! In an interview Kathryn Hahn even said she talked to a real witch. There always needs to be something to be able translate something into the medium. Film and TV is a visual medium and thus you need spectacle. The MCU has done this before with having Marc and Steven from Moon Knight talking in reflections. Dissociative disorders don't usually work like that, but it works well for television and it was clear they did their research in all the other aspects.

Honestly the MCU has gotten better with representation and we couldn't be happier. Hawkeye and Echo showed physical disabilities, Moon Knight was about neurodivergence, and there are many more heroes who aren't white (ex: Black Panther, Shang-Chi) and aren't all men (The Marvels). Probably many more we are forgetting at the moment. Hell things are so good it'd be a bit too long to mention them all!

And that isn't to say representation is what makes the show good. You can have a diverse cast and still a shit show. But Agatha All Along was actually GOOD! What was the difference? It was structured like a TV show. All the Marvel shows so far have felt like split up movies with an overarching plot. It works sure, but it doesn't feel like TV and can be a bit much to take in. But Agatha All Along uses its format to its advantage, having each trial be an episode is so simple and yet genius. It feels fresh in the new landscape of movie budget limited series. Not to mention the show used its motif of "The Witches Road" to create the whole story. Every twist and turn goes back to that song and yet it was still surprising and exciting. It's a lesson on how even seemingly simple ideas can be the best. Not everything must be grand.

The best episodes were 7 and 9. 7 was very creative with how time was out of order from Lilia's perspective. Lilia's death was also a perfect moment for her character and it was quite beautiful to watch. The creators also said all the characters (besides Agatha probably) will stay dead. That's a decision we can respect. The MCU can sometimes feel low stakes with all the resurrection. Episode 9 was also amazing! The way the story comes full circle, the heart of it being Nicky brings many tears to the eyes.

We just wish we saw a bit more of the Agatha / Rio moments. Not everything needs to be shown on screen of course, but a bit more would have been nice. Even just Rio watching from the distance as Agatha kills each coven. But still, top tier stuff!

Honestly sorry to Moon Knight, but I think this is our new favorite of the Marvel shows so far! We had fallen out of love with the MCU over the years, only tuning into the ones we really cared about, but this restored our hope in the series. Hopefully Agatha will come back like she does in the comics and then is with Rio for the rest of eternity because lord knows Death needs it. She's a bratty bottom at heart.

[consumed-by-fandom]

MY ARGUMENT FOR WHY LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO BY TAYLOR SWIFT FITS OSWALD COBBLEPOT A LITTLE TOO WELL

So people seemed quite interested in my thoughts on this sooo here ya go! :p

Spoilers for Gotham (2014) obvs

For context the song fits with Oswald’s Season 3 Arc, where he becomes mayor of Gotham and is taken down and killed by Edward after Oswald kills Ed’s ‘weird ass totally-a-clone-of-his-dead-ex’ girlfriend, Isabella. Oswald survives because of course he does, and plots his revenge against Ed for the rest of the season. AND HE FUCKING GETS IT BECAUSE HES OSWALD FUCKING COBBLEPOT

Anyway lets get into the lyrics shall we?

First off, Riddler is known for his games and puzzles, and in particular his whole revenge plan might have been seen as a game to both of them, with Ed seeing it as a strategic game to destroy Oswald, and Oswald seeing it as a childish game played unfairly to Ed’s own agenda. The tilted stage also ties to Riddler’s showmanship and love of being in the spotlight, as well as how, to Oswald’s perspective, he’s putting himself up on a pedestal while criticising Oswald despite everything Oswald has done for him (I think Oswald definitely saw Isabella’s murder as an act of kindness or love, the latter might be canon too?) Oswald being forced to play the fool is pretty self-explanatory, he was thrown through the rings of Ed’s deception and tests none the wiser to Ed being the culprit.

I think even Oswald would have to admit that Ed outplayed him, using everything he knew about Oswald, all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities, to completely ruin his life and prove a point (even if that point got disproven because he accidentally proved Oswald WAS capable of real love lmao) And how Oswald, as paranoid and wary as he is, still did not believe for a second that Ed would betray him. (This is unrelated but Oswald’s trust issues is so sad to see because as the show goes on he gets increasingly more distrustful of others and by season 5 it doesn’t take much for him to go “YOUVE BETRAYED ME I FUCKING KNEW IT” poor lad). Anyway Ed is a pro at shit eating grins, and has no qualms lying to others, something I think hurts Oswald even more because he always believed that they’d be honest with one another (even though he went behind Ed’s back… hes a bit of a hypocrite guys) But Ed is also one to gloat and mock, perhaps even more than Oswald, and he definitely rubs it in Oswald’s face when he reveals that it was his plan all along, that he was behind everything. Stretching a bit with the gun here but I like to think that Oswald believed they were always on the same page, that Oswald would always call the shots so to speak, that he was the one in control. Ironically it was the shot that Oswald took that pushed Ed to take a shot of his own (i am NOT sorry for the wordplay >:] )

Speaking of wordplay. “Isn’t cool” Ahahah. Get it. Cuz. Cuz ed gets… anyway.

What does Oswald Cobblepot do best when wronged? Plan an elaborate revenge scheme of course! He learns from his mistakes, learns more about who Edward is as a person, and also learns not to let love weaken him :,). His revenge against him does what Ed initially did to him - use his flaws and characteristics to his advantage. And Oswald PLAYS HIM LIKE A FIDDLE by practically leading him to his doom, right until the reveal by the pier. Him escaping death is also surprisingly common for him, surviving from the pier not once, but TWICE by this point in the show. Not to mention all the other murder attempts on his life. The list of names would relate to Oswald’s growing enemies, his revenge hitlist so to speak, with Ed being at the very top for obvious reasons.

I think Oswald would definitely blame other people for his behaviour. Like “you made me this way, you provoked me, you forced my hand.” No dude you just love murder and vengeance get over urself. I MEAN he probably knows he’s ‘just like that’ but he’d still blame people anyway lmao.

When Ed got shipped to Arkham for girlfriend strangling and cop killing Oswald eventually got him out so he could be by his side as he campaigned for mayor of gotham, and he was pretty dedicated to being there for Ed as Ed was for him, even including him in paintings and promoting him to chief of staff. He loved him so much, and would do anything for him (even if it meant doing what he thought was for his benefit. Like killing girlfriends.) So naturally Ed ruining his life and then going off and making a name for himself as the Riddler would absolutely piss Oswald off, because to Oswald he had been so generous and a good friend/potential life partner, and this was the thanks he gets? I could also see Riddler’s rise to prominence as something Oswald would be jealous of, because thats his crime spotlight he’s stealing dammit!

Also. Also Ed stole the keys to his heart ahahahAGUGHUGHUHGAHGHH

Gotham is full of drama all day everyday 24/7, I have to imagine even Oswald gets sick of it after a while lol. Anyway he’s very good at losing himself to his own plans and thoughts driven by his emotions, pushing the rest of the world aside so he can solely focus on his revenge. He never forgets a grudge, he always gets what’s “deserved” to him (and he’s actually really good at getting revenge too, using Ed’s eventual sentence as an example). Ironically that also fits with how Oswald got his punishment for Isabella’s death, but now he’s paid the price, its Ed’s turn (and anyone else who Oswald had a vendetta against at the time. Which was probably a lot of people idk Oswald makes a lot of enemies in the show)

Again, Oswald has MAJOR trust issues and this paranoid only grows as the show goes on and more people betray or leave him. He’s also pretty sly himself, and if his plans include completely screwing you over for whatever reason, you better bet he’s going to do it.

As for the latter lyric…

Do i even need to explain this one?

There isn’t much I can link for this it just seems like something Oswald would say lmao

Aaaaaand thats all! I didn’t go over repeating choruses for obvious reasons, but that’s my own brainrot explanation for why this song fits him soooo well. Now if you’ll excuse me i’m going to daydream about the animation that would go to this that I’ll probably never do.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Oh no I am an anxious wreck once again. What now?

Here are a few tipps and tricks that help me personally to deal with anxiety (plus some I know work for others). Please feel free to add your own coping mechanisms in the notes!!!! Even though I technically know means to calm myself down, I always forget everything when I'm in the thick of it, so while this is mainly a reminder for myself I hope this list can help at least one other person as well :)

First of all: emotions are hard, and they are overwhelming, and shaming yourself will not make it better. Chances are it will make everything worse, actually. So don't you dare feel bad for needing help even with the "easy" stuff, or for not being able to endure as much as your peers, or even for half-assing stuff sometimes. It's fine. Like, for real. I promise it's okay. You don't need to always be at your best. You don't even need to be at your best most of the time.

What helps me personally is imagining that these struggles are affecting another person close to me. If my best friend were to call me because she needs help answering an E-Mail, or even to cancel last minute because she feels too overwhelmed to leave her house right now, I would never make her feel like crap because of it or talk about her behind her back or anything else your brain may be trying to convince you of. I know that she is at least as good a person as me (probably better tbh), so if I wouldn't do any of that, she certainly would never. In fact, believing these thoughts is actually a disservice to her, who did nothing to deserve these mean remarks (quite the opposite actually). Basically, try to twist and out-logic your own brain into being less of a cunt to you. Try guilt-tripping yourself into being kinder. The bad emotions are there anyways, might as well use them to your advantage. I can speak from experience that being anxious is a bit less unbearable if you aren't being a self-obsessed asshole on top of everything else

JUST FUCKING DO IT

If the source of your anxiety isn't a particular task you have been procrastinating on, or is something you can't just do whenever (f. ex. a job interview that's two days away), feel free to skip this part ^^

If you are still here: I know it can feel like actual hell to just do the thing. If you immediately want to click away after seeing this title I don't blame you. I mean, I am currently writing a huge ass post about anxiety instead of answering the two (2) E-Mails literally making my hands tremble. But the truth is, doing the thing is actually never as bad as it seems. Here's some stuff that maybe can help:

-> Remember that it's never been the end of the world before, so surely it won't start being it now. If you've already been through a similar situation: remember that it isn't the first time you've felt this way; remember that doing the thing wasn't as bad as you'd feared and, most importantly; remember how you felt after doing it. If this is the first time you feel like that, I'm sorry. I promise you aren't stupid for "overreacting", and I promise it will feel at least a little bit better if you just get it over with. And when you've managed the first time, you can now use that as an example instead of taking some stranger on the internet on his word. Worst comes to worst, you can still anon hate me (jk please don't)

-> Rewarding yourself. Remember that putting yourself down tends to make things worse. Allow yourself to be proud for your achievements, yes even the small ones that most people barely even think about. Because sometimes shit is just hard, but you still did it, and that's fucking awesome !!! For me personally just the knowledge that my anxiety will lessen (and I will probably get some good sleep - emotions are so fucking exhausting) is enough most of the time, but you can also give yourself a little treat afterwards. You've earned it!

-> Hide it in between chill tasks. Like right now, I'm writing this instead of my fucking E-Mail. I am a bit calmer since this is distracting myself from the daunting task of typing a few words. So I am now going to open my mails on another tab, type this shit, and send it. And I know that when I did that I will feel better about myself. And even if I fuck up somehow (how you ask? i don't fucking know), I will immediately have this task to come back to so I don't have the chance to overthink it. I FUCKING DID IT I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD

-> If you have a bunch of stuff you swore yourself you would do (a bunch can also mean like 2 btw) starting can seem even more daunting (even if it is, as aforementioned, "only" two). So I am very happy to present written lists my absolute beloved. In my experience, stuff is a lot less overwhelming if it isn't only living inside your head. You get a feeling of accomplishment when you can cross something off your list. You don't have to keep panicking about forgetting something (since everything is already written down on your list.) You can even break down bigger tasks into smaller more manegeable ones (f. ex. instead of "clean your room" -> "1. do your bed; 2. fold your clothes; 3. etc etc".) It's great because even if you don't manage the entire big task you still feel less like a failure since you've got proof of all the small accomplishments you did manage. Plus it's easier to continue on another day since you know exactly what you have to do and have proof of everything you already managed as a motivator.

-> Accept help. Be on the phone with a friend while doing the thing (if possible, of course). Ask your friends to be your hypeman before and after doing the thing. Get reassurance from other people. Go to your friend's house to ask them to read your E-Mails, summarize them verbally, and then type an appropriate answer for you (can you already tell me and electronic mail aren't in the best of terms?) Making things harder on yourself on purpose isn't being strong it's being stupid

-> already mentioned it a bunch of times, I know, but the thing that really helps for me is comparing with past experiences. I know I will feel better after I do it because that's always what happens when my brain blows things out of proportion. I know I can do this because I did even scarier stuff and it went well. Or even: if I manage to do this seemingly super scary thing, I will be able to use it as a motivator for smaller stuff in the future. I mean, what even is a fucking E-Mail in comparison to going to a social event on your own ??! (seriously, do it. in my experience it's surprisingly easy to find friends if you look pathetic enough, plus a lot of things seem a bit less paralyzing in comparison)

-> I turn it into a competition, or a game. If I do the thing I win. If I don't do the thing the anxiety wins. And I refuse to let that happen because I'm competitive AND a sore loser <3 so I do the thing. and then I feel a bit better

JUST DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. THINKING IS THE ANTITHESIS OF DOING. (which you can also use to your advantage, à la better to think about that unhealthy coping mechanism and why you shouldn't do it than to stop thinking about it and actually doing it instead. But that isn't the point right now)

DISTRACTIONS

Sometimes there just isn't anything you can do. Sometimes all you can do is wait. Sometimes you don't even know why the fuck you're feeling like that. And that fucking sucks.

I know there are some people who need an absence of stimuli in order to calm down. (If that's you, please leave some of your own pointers in the notes! I don't really have any ideas for that one tbh)

For me, the opposite is the case. I can't count the times my mom has told me to "try meditating!" or "don't do more than one thing at the same time it'll only stress you out even more!", unaware that giving my thoughts free reign would make everything so much worse.

I need to overwhelm myself in order to be able to forget about my anxiety for a while. Sometimes doing a task I've been dreading is easier after distracting myself for a few hours (being anxious is very tiring so if you let it run its course in the back of your mind for a while you'll have less energy for it later ^^). Here's some stuff that could help (though it should be noted that a) not everything will work on everyone and b) sometimes it just doesn't work. even if it worked the last five times. Don't ask me why it is what it is):

-> Do something (really anything) while listening to a video essay/podcast/audiobook. That's my go-to classic. Feel your mind slipping away from whatever you're doing? Force yourself to really listen to what is being said. Sometimes it helps to mouth the words along to my audio of choice (while still doing your thing at the same time!!) Speed it up (I've usually got my stuff at 1.75x or 2x). Assume that pretty much everything listed below can be done while having this as a second layer of distraction

-> Learn something new. I was literally just teaching myself the tabs for Every Breath You Take by The Police and 26 by Paramore on the guitar before starting this. I tried learning finnish and irish for a while there (learning vocabulary, trying to translate sth, learning grammar, etc.). Sometimes it can take a bit of time to get into it, but once you're there it's easy to lose yourself in it (in my experience at least.) And you can always start another video essay in the background!

-> Baking. I usually do half or fourth the recipe to a.) waste less ingredients; b.) have less stuff to eat so you can go bake more stuff sooner; and c.) feel less bad if it doesn't turn out how you hoped. Plus you can also make yourself more likeable by giving some to your neighbours ;)

-> Comfort book/series/movie/etc. I'll be honest, this one almost never works for me, but I know that for some people it does so on the list it goes

-> Take a walk. Touch some grass. Go outside. Personally have very mixed feelings towards this one. Used to do it all the time during lockdown (walking nowhere for literal hours while listening to music), but when it doesn't help it makes things much much worse (in my experience) So maybe be a bit careful? If you want to get away from your thoughts this is...bad. But otherwise (like if you just have the feeling of anxiety without a specific reason) it's worth a try

-> Do maths. I'm serious. For a while there I couldn't sleep, so I'd go on the net, search for equasion exercises, and just go wild. Don't look at the answer: this isn't the point. It's something with a fixed procedure and no consequences if you mess up (you won't even know if you mess up). Maybe instead of equations you find long division more relaxing. Just try not to think of school, put the pressure away, and give it a go.

-> Go to your comfort place. This is also a bit of a tricky one. First of all, not everyone has one of those. Or maybe you can't really go there (like, I always calm down when I'm at the beach. I adore the ocean. But I don't have sea anywhere near me, so sucks to be me i guess). But if you do have a place near you it's worth a try. Sometimes after a particular stressful therapy session i just...go chill at the library for a while. It helps :)

-> Blorbo scrolling. I personally prefer looking at a bunch of art and comics (visual stuff) since i don't really have the concentration to read when I'm anxious, but see what works best for you <3

-> Menial tasks. I love them. Sorting stuff that actually doesn't really matter (like taking all your books from your shelves and trying a new way to organize them). The already mentioned maths exercises. Washing the dishes/putting them back in their place (you can combine that one with the baking hehe). Volunteering work can also be pretty helpful: they often need help with menial tasks plus you can feel good about yourself for helping. Recently started helping at my local animal shelter and it's actually pretty great !

-> Sports. I personally hate sports and always feel worse afterwards, but so many people talk about it that it must be of help to someone out there. What I used to do when I got suddenly overrun by emotions is taking my skipping rope and jumping as fast as I physically could til I felt a bit better (and sweaty ew)

-> Sometimes I like starting a small project; depending on the mood either with no pressure to finish (or intention to show anyone ever because eww), or posting it in hope for praise that'll make me feel a bit better about myself heh. Just something else I can focus on. (ex. g. I've got a meeting I'm nervous about tomorrow so I started writing this huge-ass post) Just remember: IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE GOOD!! JUST CREATE! I PROMISE BEING CREATIVE AND/OR DOING STUFF IS AWESOME!! (or if nothing else at least frustrating enough to overshadow the anxiety lol)

-> In the wise words of mother mother: Dance and cry, and cry and dance and cry. (And sing. And scream. Or get out that skipping rope. Just let it out my dude.)

-> Watch a show in a foreign language faster (like 2x speed) and with subtitles (less time to read, more required focus, less brain power to panic)

-> immersive reading (audio + text); especially effective if you do it in a language you are currently learning or one that is similar (but not the same!) to your native tongue (f. ex. portuguese and spanish)

-> Try sleeping. Doesn't always work, but at least it wastes time.

I THINK I'M ABOUT TO HAVE A PANIC/ANXIETY ATTACK

-> Strong sudden stimulant. Like smelling a very strong perfume or taking a freezing shower.

-> Just. Let it wash over you. It sucks, yes, but it'll be over. Try keeping calm. I know, easy to say when you yourself aren't currently going through it, but anxiety about a future attack will not, in fact, make things less worse. Once again, remembering past attacks can help as well? It didn't kill you then, it won't kill you now. (My therapist suggested using a mental image, like huge waves or something. I personally don't do that but maybe it'll help)

-> Cover your ears and listen to your heart. Key point: this is NOT aiming to drown out noise, but to ground yourself by listening to your own body (bloodstream and creaking bones etc) (ty anon <3)

-> I'm not sure whether this'll work with panic attacks as well (according to google one of the key differences is that these don't really have a trigger and just....happen) and it probably won't be viable in every situation. But just. Be enough of a spiteful little shit to turn your breakdown into a powermove. (The distressing emotions are there anyways might as well make use of them). You told your teacher you get extreme anxiety when you have to speak in public and they ignored you because the school system actually hates kids? Look them right in the eyes as you start hysterically sobbing so they feel really bad, maybe be extra subdued the next few lessons. As far as you know it'll get you a few pity points that'll make a difference in your overall grade! (Pretty sure I got a better grade in my arts finals than i deserved) Someone knowingly breaks a boundary you set because "oh you've been doing so well" and "it's an irrational fear so it isn't real anyways" or whatever they tell themselves to justify it? This is your chance to make them really see how what they did is wrong (and hopefully will make them think twice before pulling shit like that again). If you warned them, they are literally asking for it. And it'll seem that much more impressive when you are having a good day for once and manage to get through it without one (you've earned that extra credit). Maybe I'm just a bit of a vindictive person, but reframing the narrative like that in my head gives me some semblance of control, which makes it all a bit less scary.

IT DIDN'T FIT ANYWHERE ELSE BUT IS STILL IMPORTAT

This is mostly me reminding myself that it's fine tbh. Because it is.

-> Remember that you can just do shit. I don't know how else to say this, but sometimes my anxiety makes it feel like hiding away in my room is my only option. But that's not true! There is so much stuff you can do, I'm always in awe for a while when I get this through my thick skull once again. Like, you can just go to places. You can just write to your friends. You can just start a chat with that cool mutual you're too nervous to directly interact with. You can move. You can change jobs. You can redecorate your house. You can get into a random train and only get out at the last station, wherever that may be. YOU CAN JUST DO SHIT?!?!?! ISN'T THAT FUCKING AWESOME?!!!!!!!!

-> Extreme emotions can have unpleasant physical side effects. Sweating. Body odor. No appetite and/or extreme hunger cravings (sometimes at the same time??). Diarrhea. It sucks (especially when it continues on for multiple days and your oh so kind peers make sure to constantly remind you of those physical symptoms you are already overly aware of). But it's normal and it's fine. It doesn't make you gross, I promise.

-> THIS TOO SHALL PASS (that's it. Sometimes it's good to remind yourself. This too shall pass.)

-> Sometimes I just do small harmless shit to prove my anxious lizard brain wrong. Randomly say hi on that group chat you haven't entered for months. Create something you aren't really happy with and post it anyways, just cuz you can. Go do something on your own. The more you prove your fears wrong with little things like that, the easier it gets (especially if you have to do bigger scary stuff). Spite can be your best friend. (Plus easy way to gain more points in my mental competition hehehe)

-> Sometimes, despite your best efforts, you will fuck up. You will barely be able to say a word in the social event you forced yourself to go in order to meet cool people. You will be so obviously anxious at your friend's birthday that she will still remember that over a year later (despite your best efforts to hide it at the time). You will get an anxiety attack because of something you thought you had already gotten over months ago. And it sucks, but more importantly, it's fine. This too shall pass. This is another reason why the previous point is so important: it's harder to hold these incidents over your head if you have so many other experiences where you managed to prove yourself.

-> YOU get to decide when you want to try confronting a fear. Nobody else can do that for you, no matter how often they mention "exposure therapy" and shit (it's about the control once again. in my experience it's important for it to be your choice). Occasionally hiding away doesn't make you a failure. There are always more chances, it's never too late to start. Already mentioned it a bazillion times, but this shit is exhausting and you are well within your right to stay in your comfort zone and rest.

-> I don't know if it's just a me thing but self reminder to avoid lactose and gluten when overly anxious. (i never do but i am aware of it that should count for something)

-> gender-affirming stuff can help ^^

-> Not viable to everybody, but sometimes I just delete all social media from my phone. You can still go there through browser of course (that's where I'm actually currently writing this) but just not having the icon on the phone can already feel somewhat of a relief (social media in this case also including messaging apps like discord or WhatsApp or fucking electronic mail my beloathed). That's actually what I am planning to do immediately after posting this thing that came out a bit more personal and stream-of-conscousness than initially planned. You won't even be able to tell cuz I never tag my queues hehehe

-> mentally dunking my stupid anxious lizard brain into salt water rn. Fuck you. I'm posting this. I'm leaving my house tomorrow instead of calling in sick. I'm winning.

[dee-writes-angst]

USED, ABUSED

FEATURING dark!Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington girlfriend!reader

CONTENT WARNING Eddie takes advantage of drunk!reader, forced orgasm, rape, pet names, slapping, unwanted infidelity.

SUMMARY Eddie has had a crush on you forever and when he sees you show up to Nancy's Halloween party in a skimpy outfit, he can't help himself anymore.

AUTHORS NOTE I'm sorry in advance! This is brutal. Please don't hate me.

Steve was your one true love. He always had been and he always would be. Eddie hated that fact, despised it actually. Steve had gotten everything Eddie had ever wanted and their friendship had never been the same since.

You were none the wiser, hanging out with your best friend in the whole wide world whilst also sneaking kisses to your boyfriend, but you weren't that sneaky.

Eddie still saw, was forced to watch your body melt under Steve's, and wished it was his own.

God! What he would give for a chance, just one chance to show you how much that limp dick Harrington was going to ruin your life. The two of you weren't meant to be, not like you and Eddie. That's what he believed, it's what he knew, that you and him were written in the stars and he was never, ever going to let anyone stand in the way of your destiny. Eddie knew he would have his shot, all he had to do was by his time for a little while longer and then he would pounce and take what was rightfully his.

Nancy was throwing a party, a Halloween party to be exact. You couldn't believe it when you first heard it. Nancy Wheeler, the girl next door turned alien-fighting badass was throwing a regular old party with booze and too many people. Even if it was a bit odd for the girl, you were determined to join the fun in order to support her. It did put a damper on plans that your boyfriend, Steve, had to work during said party and wouldn't be able to make it, but he promised you to meet up the next morning for coffee which aided in your grumpiness.

No matter, you were still going to show up, for Nancy. For your costume, you decided to torture your boyfriend a bit for missing out, choosing a skimpy sailor costume in memory of his old job at Scoops Ahoy. It was barely anything really, just a small cropped top and mini skirt with some black stockings, but you felt beautiful in it and couldn’t give two shits what anyone else thought.

When you walked out of your apartment dressed to the nines in your little outfit, Steve's jaw hit the ground. He begged you the entire way to the party for you to just go back to his place, or even for you to allow him to join you at the party, but you simply told him that he needed to work and that you'd see him tomorrow.

When Eddie saw you walk in the door in your stupid excuse for a costume he inwardly scoffed. How could Steve let you leave the house looking like that? He was disgusted by your audacity, but couldn’t help the way his throat closed up as that tiny striped skirt blew up to show the bottom of your ass. It was a magnificent ass, plum and perfect and Eddie couldn’t help but fee himself swell at the sight. Damn, he needed you bad.

“Nance!” You smiled as you pulled her into your arms, squeezing her tight.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Nancy squealed as she returned your hug.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss a Nancy Wheeler party for the world.” You laughed, releasing Nancy and taking a good look at her outfit. She was dressed to the nines as Penny from Inspector Who. “Where’s your other half?” You asked looking around the stuffy living room.

“Using the bathroom.” Nancy rolled her eyes, smiling. You laughed, of course Jonathan would be hiding in the bathroom dressed as Inspector Who.

"Hey, Nance have you seen-"

"Y/N!" A sudden voice shouted interrupting you and plowing you over into a hug.

"Robin!" You laughed, hugging her tightly and spinning around.

"Oh my god! It's been too long since I've seen you! That dingus has been keeping you all to himself." She complained and you let out a loud guffaw.

"I know!" Nancy added, "it's honestly disrespectful! We saw you first!" and they had. Nancy and Robin spotted you reading at the Library with an assistant badge on and asked for your help on finding magazines on Victor Creel. You happened to be an enthusiast on the man and was able to not only help them find the information they needed, but also get them a meeting with Creel. They figured they could use your help, so they brought you into the fold, explaining everything.

"You'll have to take that up with Steve, you guys!" You raised your hands in surrender, chuckling at their dramatics.

"Oh don't you worry, we will." Robin sneered, cracking her knuckles.

"I will deliver the message." You mocked a fake salute, holding in a burst of laughter. "But seriously, Rob. Love the costume." You smiled. playing with her tutu. She was one of the Grady twins in the shining. "Who's the other twin?" You asked, confused. Robin blushed a deep red before murmuring. "What?" "Its Vicky, okay?! And I swear to god if you send me a look I will rip your eyes out!" She huffed, clearly embarrassed.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but okay." You shrugged, winking at her. "Where are the drinks?" You asked, looking at Nancy.

"The kitchen." She smiled, pointing toward the other side of the living room. You thanked her and excused yourself to get a drink, manovering through the numerous sweaty bodies of people you didn't recognize. By the time you made it to the kitchen you understood Jonathan's need to 'use the restroom'. You knew Steve would be picking you up, so you decided to indulge a little and by your fifth drink, you started to think you indulged too much. Your head was light on your shoulders and your cheeks were on fire and you couldn't stop laughing for the life of you.

"What's so funny?" A voice from directly behind you whispered in your ear causing you to jump. Turning, you noticed it was Eddie and immediatly calmed.

"Jesus, Eddie, you scared me!" You huffed, shoving his chest jokingly. He caught your hand before you could remove it, his grip tight enough to bruise. "Woah. Eddie that hurts!" You whimpered as his grip tightened.

"You think you can just walk in here dressed like that and not get punished, you slut." Eddie growled pulling you by your arm into his chest.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, your heart starting to quicken as you tried to push him off you.

"You're going to follow me without a word or I'm going to hurt someone, understand?" He snarled menacingly, eyes dark.

"Yes, I understand." You stuttered, suddenly feeling completely and utterly sober as he dragged you from the kitchen to a bathroom down a narrow hall. As soon as Eddie locked the door, he shoved you up against a nearby wall, shoving his face into your neck and inhaling your scent.

"Mhm, you smell delicious, sweetheart." He moaned, licking his way up your neck. You had started to shake, barely holding back tears as he defiled you.

"Please! Please, you don't have to do this." You sobbed, trying to push him off you. Eddie slapped you before responding.

"I'm going to do whatever I want to you and you're going to stay still like the good little whore you are, got it?" Eddie threatened, a while you struggled a reply, your ears still ringing from the slap he had delivered. "Got. It."

"Yes."

"You'll address me as sir." He growled, and a tear made its way down your cheek at the thought.

"Yes, sir." you stuttered, shaking with fear as his hands made their way down your body.

"Good girl." Eddie purred, his cold hands caressing your stomach from under your shirt moving up until they met the cups of your bra. He let out a groan as he pulled the cups down, fondling your breasts as you closed your eyes, trying to forget that this was even happening. "Hey! Eyes on me." You immediately reopened your eyes, not wanting to piss him off further. His calloused hands were rough against your skin as he worked your nipples, causing them to peak with arousal. "So responsive for me, honey." He murmured, sucking on the skin of your neck before nibbling on it. You held back a sob, unbelieving that your body was betraying you this way.

"I'd love to take my time with you, but after watching you strut around in that little costume, half your ass on display, I don't think I can wait much longer."

"No! Please-" Your pleading earned you another slap, so hard it made your head spin and your nose to bleed.

"Guess if you won't shut up, I'll have to do it," Eddie grunted, ripping at the bandanna around your neck and shoving it in your mouth. "Take it out and it won't be a slap that you'll earn." He threatened, and you just cried, unable to comprehend what was happening.

When Eddie ceased his ministrations on your breasts you almost cried with relief. but it didn't last long as they quickly made their way down south, pushing your small shirt up and ripping your underwear off your body. You just stood there quietly, eyes open, but unseeing.

Eddie pulled your underwear up to his nose and breathed in. "Like peaches." He moaned before quickly unzipping his skinny jeans and pulling his erection free. You tried your hardest not to look, but you couldn't help but glance down to gauge the amount of hurt you were about to go through. He wasn't longer than Steve, but he was definitely thicker, more tears streamed down your cheeks as Eddie chuckled.

"Like my cock, princess? Can't wait for it to be in you, huh." He taunted before spitting on his hand and rubbing it through your dry folds and along himself, stroking himself a few more times before lining up with your hole. "Gonna fill you up real nice." he hummed before thrusting all the in.

"Argh!" You screamed in pain through the bandanna, sobbing more as your fight renewed, pushing and kicking, trying to get him away from you.

"Now princess, is this how we treat nice men who fill your greaty little hole?" He chuckled before pulling back out only to thrust back in once more. After that he set a brutal pace, unrelenting and harsh. The skin on your back was burning from the scraping of the drywall against your skin from the movement. "So tight for me," Eddie groaned, his face in the crook of your neck where he left occasional kisses.

"Can feel you squeezing me so nice and pretty." He taunted. "Bet you're about to come, aren't you?" The sad truth was that you were indeed about to come. You had been trying too hard to hold back, to not make a sound, but he was filling you up so nicely and hitting all the right spots that made your head dizzy. You tried to deny it, but the tightening in your stomach was impossible to ignore.

"How about I help you, huh, princess," Eddie smirked into your skin, bringing a hand to where you were connected, finding your button, and circling it in tight, rough circles. You couldn't hold on anymore and let out a muffled moan as you fell over the edge into an unwanted bliss.

"That's right princess, soak my cock," Eddie moaned before painting your walls with his come.

"No," you grumbled, too weak and sore to do anything else.

"That should teach you, whore." Eddie sneered, panting as he let you slump to the floor. He tucked himself away after regaining his strength, zipping up his jeans and fixing his hair before spitting on you and exiting the bathroom where you lay, sticky, used, and alone.

Slapped once more by Eddie's words, you felt a wave of despair crashing over you. The realization of being utterly helpless in this situation intensified with each passing moment. There was no escape, no savior coming to rescue you from this nightmare. Eddie's presence loomed over you, suffocating and dominating every inch of your being.

As he withdrew from you, leaving you trembling against the wall, your mind raced with a flurry of conflicting emotions. Anger, fear, disgust, and shame intertwined in a chaotic dance within your mind, each emotion vying for dominance. You wanted to scream, to lash out, to break free from this torment, but you were paralyzed by fear and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

The pain radiating from your body served as a cruel reminder of the violation you had endured. Every bruise, every mark, was a testament to the brutality of Eddie's actions. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks, mixing with the blood from your nose, as you struggled to come to terms with what had just transpired.

Feeling utterly drained, both physically and emotionally, you slumped to the floor, curling into yourself as if seeking solace from the cold tiles beneath you. The bathroom seemed to close in around you, the walls closing in like a suffocating embrace. You felt small, insignificant, a mere puppet in the hands of a cruel puppeteer.

Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely as you lay there in silence, the only sound echoing in the empty bathroom being the erratic rhythm of your own heartbeat. Each beat served as a grim reminder of your mortality, a stark contrast to the indifferent world outside.

Eventually, summoning whatever semblance of strength remained within you, you pushed yourself up from the floor, using the sink for support as you struggled to stand. Every movement sent waves of pain coursing through your battered body, but you refused to succumb to despair.

With trembling hands, you fumbled with the faucet, splashing cold water onto your face in a feeble attempt to wash away the remnants of Eddie's touch. The water felt like ice against your skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning within you.

As you gazed at your reflection in the mirror, the image staring back at you seemed foreign and distorted, a mere shell of the person you once were. The bruises marring your skin served as a cruel reminder of the trauma you had endured, each mark a testament to the horrors of the night.

With a heavy heart, you turned away from the mirror, unable to bear the sight any longer. The events of the night weighed heavily on your mind, casting a shadow over your thoughts and leaving you feeling lost and alone in a world that suddenly seemed so dark and unforgiving.

Summoning whatever strength remained within you, you took a deep breath and made a silent vow to yourself. You would not let this define you. You would not allow yourself to be reduced to a victim. You would survive, you would heal, and you would emerge from this darkness stronger than ever before.

With newfound determination coursing through your veins, you squared your shoulders and took a tentative step forward. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but you refused to let fear dictate your fate. As you exited the bathroom, a glimmer of hope flickered within you, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding you toward a future where you would reclaim your strength and your voice.

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Don't Call My Name || A Chase & Nando Production

ft. @chasemmccoy

tldr: Alejandra ded trigger warnings: death, blood, depictions of violence including guns

Although Hernando and Chase had been planning this for months, Hernando still felt the weight of it all as they sat on the boat, zooming through open waters into Amsterdam canals. He was grateful that the boat was at least bigger than the plane they had been crammed into for hours. It wasn’t like they could exactly fly coach so their best option had been a sympathetic bombardeo who was willing to fly them for a price. If shit wasn’t about to get so serious he might have actually laughed about it. Like the two of them were in some buddy movie, encountering as many obstacles as possible along the way. That’s what the recent months had felt like. He had left town so quickly, there was a foolish part of his brain that thought he could solve this all quickly. But the reality was that he couldn’t get revenge in 24 hours. It just didn’t work that way. 

Especially when the person he was looking for was so damn good at not being found. She had made a true art of it and Hernando had spent countless days trying to figure it out. He and Chase had followed up on so many leads that at one point it just felt like they were moving in circles. At least Chase was still in town but Nando had been staying for so long at his safehouse, he was starting to believe that he’d never get home again. He still hadn’t fully figured out how the fuck he was going to casually blend back into Tonopah Valley society. It wasn’t like he could exactly just fix the shop up and keep on going. 

But all of these thoughts started to fall from his mind as he looked at his phone and saw they were getting closer to their destination. He took a deep breath and looked through his bag a few more times to make sure he had everything with him. “You know, if we do this shit, we might actually be able to get a drink in this fucking city before cutting out. I think Lyla would be pissed if I didn’t come back with a souvenir,” he said with a laugh but it felt like the truth. As the boat slowed to a stop, Hernando glanced at Chase. 

They were under a tunnel now, entering the building from underneath tunnels. Something that seemed almost too convenient but he was sure this was the same way Alejandra came through whenever she really didn’t want to be seen. Which was probably always. “You ready for this, hermano?”

“About as ready as I’ll ever be considerin’ all the unknown variables.” Chase replied as he ensured he had all of his weapons strapped to his person. He finally met Hernando’s gaze, lips quirking into a smirk. “Been waitin’ for this a long time. Catch.”

He tossed a pair of tactical goggles over towards him before securing the balaclava around the bottom half of his face. One of the only advantages of his new work with The Enterprise was the access to more advanced tech, and he’d made sure to grab a few pieces before they’d left. The goggles could toggle between night vision and thermal, and assuming Alejandra did everything in her power to put as many obstacles between her and them, they could come in handy to minimize casualties.

Chase hadn’t been surprised when they realized she’d holed herself up on the top level of the night club. One of the best ways to hide was in plain sight, and how were these revelers to know that they were providing safe harbor to a heartless harpy?

“No shit, damn, Jack Reacher ain’t got shit on us,” Nando joked as he hung the goggles around his neck before getting out of the boat and sliding the driver their payment. He waited until the guy drove out before moving with Chase to the door. He looked around out of precaution, especially for cameras as he accessed the lock on the door. It had been a long time since Nando had done something so undercover and though there was a little rust, he was remembering just how much experience he had. And how prepared he was for this exact moment. 

“Bingo, bango, baby,” he muttered as the door beeped and opened. “No going back,” he said more to himself as they stepped inside of the ground floor, clearly a storage of all things forgotten. Hernando figured it was a way to make this place seem like there wasn’t much going on. He moved slowly, one of his guns already drawn as they moved along. Everything was still too quiet for his liking but as they ascended the stairs, the loud music from the club could be heard through the walls. Hernando was about to turn the corner up the next set of steps when he heard a voice and paused, motioning at Chase to stop. 

He glanced upwards and saw two of Alejandra’s men making their way down the stairs, both of them taking out a pack of cigarettes to smoke. “Terrible time for a smoke break,” he muttered before signaling to Chase that he would take the one on the right. As they stepped down, he stepped up, smiling behind his face covering. “You know, they say those things will kill you,” he told him, flicking the pack up into his guy’s face before burying the muzzle of his gun into the guy’s stomach and firing off four times before letting him fall down the stairs. He waited for Chase to take care of the second guy before they started up the next set of stairs and finally made it to the club level. It would be elevators from there on out and according to the floor plan, the only way up was through. 

“Let’s get this party started,” Hernando said before inching the door of the club open. “After you,” he told Chase and waited for him to lead them through. “Try not to get too distracted, I know how much you love to dance.”

“Wanna tie a rope to each other so we don’t get lost?” he joked back over the music, chuckling as he stepped out onto the floor. The heavy bass rattled the floor beneath their feet and he made sure to keep the safety on his gun as they maneuvered through the crowd. The last thing they needed was for someone to grind into one of them and be met with a bullet in the leg.

The place was packed and he half wondered if they’d manage to make it to the elevators undetected, but it didn’t take long before people took notice of their tactical gear, giving them a wide berth and drawing the attention of the security guards posted up around the perimeter.

“Got company. Your four and six,” Chase spoke into their comms, flicking the safety off his pistol. He aimed, pointing the end of the silencer in the direction of the guards approaching on the left and shot two rounds into each, one after the other. Out of the corner of his vision through the goggles he noticed the other guards go down as Nando’s shots hit true, and suddenly the sound of screams from those around the fallen bodies rose above the music.

Chaos erupted on the dance floor, club-goers shoving one another in an attempt to reach the exits first. More guards filtered out of the elevator coming from the upper levels, guns at the ready, and the pair switched into autodrive. Bodies littered the floor by the time they’d reached the waiting elevator. Alejandra was no doubt aware of their arrival by now.

The doors closed and the elevator rose up towards the top floor. Chase inspected the wound on his shoulder, a knife having found purchase before he’d had a chance to slit the ambushing guard’s throat. “This is it.” He looked over to Nando meaningfully. “Whatever happens, it’s been an honor kickin’ ass with you.”

There had been a version of this plan where they were going to go in quietly but they had collectively decided that wouldn’t last very long. Which was evident to how quickly all hell broke loose. But it was the exact reason why Chase was the only person Hernando would do this with. It was clear in the in sync way they moved, that even with the cuts and eventual bruises, they had one goal and that was to survive long enough to accomplish what they had come here for. 

“You know, these people should be grateful, that DJ was shit,” Hernando joked, catching his breath as he wiped some blood from his cheek. He reloaded his gun, glancing over at Chase with a grin. “That makes two of us, man. Let’s do what we came here to do.” He met his eyes for a moment longer and nodded. No matter what happened on the other side of the door, they weren’t going to go down without Alejandra going down with them. 

The floor numbers went up and up and Nando gripped his gun tightly, ignoring the bits of blood on him or the way his knee ached from someone trying to kick his knees out from under him. He definitely wasn’t some young kid anymore but he had enough. It had to be enough. 

The elevator doors opened and Nando was the first one out, shooting the first guy he saw in the head, another army of bodyguards charging towards them. Hernando opened fire without hesitation before ducking behind a pillar for cover. He told Chase to hold up and grabbed one of the smoke grenades from his belt, sliding his goggles back on before he threw it out in front of them. On his count, they both charged forward. Hernando tackled one guy before shooting him, fighting another in hand to hand combat before he won the battle. Not without a cut to his side but it didn’t stop him from moving forward. There was no stopping until he and Chase stood at the final door, dripping sweat and blood. 

And then, there she was. As they entered the last room and she sat calmly behind her desk, her hands already on her gun as she looked at both of them. It hit Hernando then, just how long it had been since he had seen her in person. How much time stretched between them now. He saw no semblance of the woman he had once loved deeply. Once believed in. Once had followed blindly. 

“Qué sorpresa. Te tomó bastante tiempo.” She spoke first and Hernando almost faltered as he held his gun up and started to inch forward. 

“Yo podría decir lo mismo.” He responded. He had been sure that she was going to find him first and take him out. It had felt so certain and yet he had come to realize that maybe she had underestimated him. Or maybe she thought she could still convince him to stay loyal. 

The rest of it happened so fast, Hernando wasn’t sure he could even parse out the details yet. She reached for her gun and shot at both of them, catching Chase in the shoulder and causing him to stumble backward. In the next moment, Hernando caught her right on her hand. Quite literally shooting the gun out of her hand as he descended on her.

“You okay?!” He called back to Chase as he put one hand around Alejandra’s neck and put the tip of his gun to her forehead.

“Fuck!” Chase cursed, hand shooting to his shoulder to staunch the flow of blood spilling down his arm. “Yeah, I’m good. Her aim’s as shitty as the people she sent to off me.” 

Hernando locked his gaze with Alejandra’s, grip tight on her throat. His adrenaline was rushing as he looked her in the eyes, he was actually surprised at how he felt nothing. At how her actions had broken him so deeply. 

She didn’t plead with him, only told him how much of a coward his father had been, how much of a coward he was. How all the men who had come before him were cowards. How without her things would crumble. Ho-

Hernando didn’t wait to hear much more before he pulled the trigger and put a bullet between her eyes. There was no time for delaying, not time for eulogies or apologies, especially as they heard the ding of the elevator and a whole new group of people spilled out in hopes of catching them.

Chase wished he’d had a little longer to revel in this moment, to relish in the knowledge that Alejandra Eguia would never again terrorize their lives. Unfortunately, the bullet zipping past his already injured shoulder and embedding in the wall behind him was a clear sign that wasn’t an option.

“Time to fly,” he called to Nando, shooting out the glass from the window before running and swan diving through it into the canal below. Chase heard the muffled sound of Nando splashing into the water beside him followed by shots shot from above. He slipped the mini tank of oxygen from his gear and slipped the breathing apparatus into his mouth, motioning for Nando to do the same. Though the tanks were small enough to be portable, they provided enough oxygen to keep them under for a few minutes until they reached their getaway.

The boat’s driver helped haul them both over the edge and Chase sprawled out on the floor as it took off and put as much distance between them and the club as possible, his chest rising and falling as he gulped down air. He looked to Nando, a smirk taking over his face. “Ding dong, the witch is dead.”

[mrsnuffy]

I posted a character analysis on Marc Snuffy on my rp blog a couple weeks ago and figured I'd share it to the fandom in general because I have thoughts. been analysing him to heck since I started writing him.

anyway, a small warning that this post is LONG.

tbh?????? I love the strong connection Marc's character and his arc have to mental health. like. it starts off in 214 where he talks about this shit.

and also voices that he takes full responsibility for any failures that happen.

and this shit continues in the next chapter

and then finally comes the explanation about how he and his best friend were at the top once. he talks about how they were incredibly talented and then proceeded to take full advantage of all the luxuries that came with being a pro. and they let their egos lead, skipping training because they believed they would win anyway. and then they started losing and were at the center of a lot of scandals. and. well.

I think this absolutely was traumatizing for him and that shows especially in the way he treats soccer. like. he quite literally starts off with 'if we lose, that is my responsibility. not yours. of course, I will do my absolute best to make sure that you will win.' he analyzes and analyzes and puts in tons of effort to make sure there are plenty of strategies that suit the other players. he puts in a ton of work to make sure that his teammates have to experience loss as little as possible.

and at the same time. he's also playing while constantly having his best friend on his mind.

he's clearly and noticeably doing everything he can to make sure the same thing will not happen again. and his focus on both this and his goal is visible in not only the massive amount of work he puts in strategies. it's also visible in the way he has trained himself.

also. he's so hecking intelligent and it is said repeatedly from the moment he appears on the field.

and just. the visible amount of work he put into being skilled in as many areas of playing soccer as possible and the ways he plays make one thing super hecking clear:

he's putting absolutely everything he can into making sure that the team he's on wins. both for the sake of his goal and to help his teammates and protect their mental health. and he's putting so much work into this that he's incredibly hecking quiet while playing. Marc observes and observes and observes and makes sure that he'll make the best plays to ensure victory. of course, he does makes the occasional sassy comment. but he spents the majority of the game looking like this:

to me, it feels like he's spending so much time worrying and thinking that he isn't really ENJOYING soccer. he's not having fun. he's just playing his role as 'Crown Messenger' ( his nickname in the soccer world ) and ensuring victory.

and here comes Barou, this kid who he has chosen to be his successor. for a while he does follow Marc's tactics, but with the intention to surpass him.

however, Barou ends up deciding to 'terminate the contract' and starts doing his own thing. and not only that!

Barou shows the mental strength to be able to learn from failure. he has learned about what he can pick up from losing and has developed a lack of fear towards uncertainty. he DOESN'T MIND DESPAIR. he DOESN'T MIND THE POSSIBILITY OF LOSING. HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT HOW THE WORLD VIEWS HIM.

Marc is shown right here right now that this new generation of soccer players is going to be okay. the kids here at Blue Lock are developing a massive amount of mental strength, allowing them to learn from despair and failure.

and Marc is finally picking up on that and his behavior changes instantly.

these aren't tactics. this isn't something he prepared beforehand. this is him using his skills in the moment. and he's grinning while doing it.

HE'S HAVING FUN.

THIS IS THE START OF HIM HEALING AND MOVING FORWARD INTO A BETTER AND HAPPIER FUTURE FOR HIMSELF.

I think that shows really well in the leaks for 229 as well.

he's getting better. slowly. this is the start of his healing arc.

Marc knows the new generation is going to be okay.

and he's going to be okay too.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Let’s talk about: Solar Plexus Chakra!

Your own sunshine center, the solar plexus (which is an anatomical body part as well), is located at the top of your stomach and moves circularly. It is the third chakra and rules areas such as self esteem, confidence, social life, happiness and joy! It is represented by the color yellow!

The chakras act like Maslow’s hierarchy. Just an observation!

How did my Solar Plexus get blocked?

The solar plexus can become blocked for a multitude of reasons, such as unresolved trauma (impacts confidence & self esteem) mental health issues (impacts happiness). The solar plexus is right above the sacral chakra which powers creativity, birthing of ideas, and sex drive and below the heart chakra. If you don’t release or you repress your natural creativity or sexuality, it can lead to blockages in the Solar Plexus chakra which is why you may feel low self esteem, or less joyful. Humans are meant to create and when this is blocked it can lead to profound sadness and disconnection from the self.

How can I tell if the Solar Plexus is blocked?

Usually you will know you have a blocked solar plexus if you struggle with your self esteem and confidence. You may also notice a blockage if you lack confidence in your creative pursuits or creations and you feel grief over how you feel about yourself. It shows an issue in energy flow between the sacral and heart chakras.

This imbalance can manifest as anxiety (feeling stress in your stomach), digestive issues (can also be a sign of anxiety), disordered eating, stomach bugs or food poisoning, stomach pain, bloating, cramping, food allergies and sudden intolerances, or stomach ulcers.

Disclaimer: You should seek medical advice if you’re struggling with any of the above issues. Because while I believe energy blockages are the root cause for the disease, just healing the energy blockage doesn’t always heal the physical damage caused by years of imbalanced energy. I’m not a medical doctor so I really suggest you take advantage of incarnating in modern times where access to healthcare is the best it’s been in human history! No need to suffer while you work on healing your energy. Medicine can only help you rebalance.

How to heal my Solar Plexus?

- rub the top of your stomach circularly, as if you were soothing yourself and while doing this, say nice things to yourself, tell your body thank you and how much you love it for all it does for you everyday.

- get out in the sun! Give your sunshine center some sunshine!

- wear yellow! Eat yellow foods and find more ways to integrate yellow into your life.

- meditate while listening to solar plexus healing music or even self confidence subliminals while your sleep.

- positive affirmations! Use positive affirmations to retrain your brain to think kindly. It also helps empower the voice that says fuck off when that internal critic shows up and says shit like, why would anyone care about what you created? And this new voice says because my perspective is unique and valuable. Feed that voice and starve the other.

- do things you enjoy more! If you’re like me and don’t know what you enjoy. Start exploring new things and saying yes to yourself. Want to learn how to make pasta? Do it!

- trust your gut! Yeah intuition is felt here, so heal your intuition, by trusting yourself.

- self care! Do things to make yourself feel good. Paint your nails or take a nice long bath, go for a walk, ways that make you feel loved by yourself.

[cheeryconspiracy]

Got around to drawing my other listener insert :33 This time Angel! David is one of my biggest comfort characters in the history of. Well. Ever. So they ended up being VERY self inserty and self indulgent. Cringe is dead let me kiss the wolf. This guy is just as much a loser as Nastassia is they’re just so much more put together about it. I love them

Just like Nastassia, I’m putting my hcs abt them under the cut! I have. A lot for them. If you read I will kiss you on the mouth

- First one isn’t a headcanon I just wanna plug my playlist for them. Very normal.

Genderfluid! Evangeline uses all pronouns and doesn’t really care which ones you use to refer to her - hell switch it up in the same sentence he won’t bat an eye. They’ve also had top surgery!

They’re head of graphics at an indie video game company! A little office job that she absolutely ADORES. The company mainly focuses on romance oriented visual novels. Yes I have made the rest of the company too. I love them.

Being the head of graphics, Evangeline has a totally different work mode compared to his usual personality. At work he’s much more focused, strict, and even a little scary. Outside of work he’s cheerful and bubbly.

Club kid! They’re obsessed with 70s/80s disco fashion, incorporating it into their daily life wherever possible. They loooove going on nights out to the club. They often persuade David to tag along, not because he enjoys it, particularly, but because it means she gets scary dog privilege.

Old friends with baaabe! They’ve been close since before meeting their respective mates, and roomed together in college.

Was in a rock band in college! Baaabe was in the same band. Evangeline refuses to talk about it to the point where David doesn’t even know about it. They looked like this. College was also where he picked up the name Evangeline - it was just a stage name at the time, but he ended up growing attached.

Evangeline also met Michael in college. Their relationship was a constant hot and cold, on and off arrangement that never seemed to last. They never stayed split for more than a week, though. This arrangement lasted about 4 years before they finally split up for good. It was a very messy breakup.

Started leaning REALLY hard into the angel aesthetic after meeting David. She has no idea if his doting nickname was just a shortened version of her name or an actual nickname, but it did something to her. They have a pair of angel wing shaped earrings they wear absolutely EVERYWHERE, as well as an angel wings tattoo on their back. They’re dedicated to the bit.

Could easily wear contacts. Doesn’t want to.

Not actually as much of a flirt as they’re made out to be! When they met David, they were totally panicking. I would too if a jacked stranger way taller than me asked why I was stalking him! Their flirts that day were entirely improvised on the spot through panic.

That being said, they use the meeting story to their advantage. Full on dramatises it. “He asked why I was stalking him, but can you believe he was stalking me instead??” Type beat.

Owns a shit ton of cute pyjamas. Doesn’t wear them. David’s shirts are so much more comfortable.

Oh my god I looked at their height difference out of curiosity (w my headcanon height for David) JESUS CHRIST. Evangeline has to scale their fiancé like a tree if they want a kiss.

She was very close to rejecting David at first. Both of them had their reasons for being closed off to the idea of dating at the time, Evangeline’s being that they were still picking up the pieces of the mess that was their breakup with Michael. But he’s nothing if not impulsive! So she eventually said yes to a second date after ghosting David for like a week /hj

Buys THE most stupid but also well thought out gifts.

Not the best cook, but an amazing baker! Cakes, cookies, brownies, they can do it all! They usually make big batches for the solstice.

sends those werewolf memes to David. You know the ones.

Arranges pack karaoke at LEAST once a month. All the mates are invited too. It descends into chaos once Evangeline breaks out Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle because she will not just sing it she will PERFORM it.

He has a really fancy signature and signs all of his Is with hearts

[icycream24]

Tails and Eggman

For the Ask Game, please

Tails ✨

Canon did Tails so dirty 😭💦 he's not a character I'm particularly into, but I do enjoy his setting of being a young genius fox with his self-doubt & insecurities sometimes, and looks up to Sonic for all the reasons. In SA1, he tried to prove himself through various means, at least in Lost World he's still trying his best to help Sonic. (even tho the drama between him & Sonic came out of nowhere, it's not like Sonic looked down on him? 😭) But later on in Forces, Tails only looked pathetic when they kept on enhancing the incecurities into straight up "inability to fight", I get that they're trying to make a very kid friendly story where the concepts of good and evil, hero and sidekick(s) are very clear and simple, but they can definitely do a much better job, such as having Tails stand in a defensive pose, cautious of the phantom-made Chaos before Classic Sonic came? Heck, standing there would be easier for the animators to do as well. If they don't wanna do the characters justice, they might as well skip doing them at all. 🥱

But Tails as himself still has lots of potential! A game character doesn't always have to be top-notch in fighting and saving the day, and I think Tails's abilities can definitely give him lots of advantage in any aspect. It's like an engineer creating all kinds of gadgets and tools and have your creations do all the work for you, you can do fighting/healing/defending/buffing etc... that's the badass part I wanna see from Tails more ✨

Eggman 🥚

Particularly indifferent to Eggman except my thoughts of animating him doing sexy pole-dancing lives rent free in my head 👀💦

He does have a very iconic look tho, helps with inspiring me on art related fields... But let's talk about his character 😅

Despite not being into the movies' portrayal 100%, they did help me gain a better look on Eggman. His motivations for world domination & Eggmanland were established to be linked to his past, developing this twisted mindset of a villain. While 'turning evil due to past events' leans more on the cliche side, it does work in having Eggman became more believable in my head. He got his brain, and his ego that motivates him in wanting to make use of his smarts to the fullest, while also taking revenge on a world that does not stand with his supiority over the rest of them. He's evil & he'll take every opportunity to prove so 💨

Eggman might be the one I enjoy more in Frontiers, even tho I did not get his relationship with Sage. Him taking that giant pistol and shot Sonic to the moon was pretty badass to see, definitely carried much more charm than simply holding out their hands to hold the shield like the other characters. It showed him as someone with ambitious ideas when in comparison.

But still, I don't have that much opinions about Eggman, except that he should lean more into the evil side than the 'relatable' side. Imo, he would not have the "what have I done to you?😭" "I did not ask for this🥺" mindset, he should already know what he's doing & is having fun with stirring up shit when he wants to. He only victimizes himself when he needs to convince ppl to do evil with him. (eg Knuckles being told Sonic was attacking him & was planning to steal emeralds)...and the reason why he hates Sonic so much is not too much on Sonic's motivation to defeat him, but the fact that he actually got defeated. See it as a huge toll on his immense ego.

Also, fans getting the toxic relationship between Eggman and Sage as heartwarming & wholesome is a huge loss. It's straight up ppl getting core values of what makes a family wrong. The effort of trying to appeal to the 'found family' trend is also not enjoyable to watch, almost felt like they have a whole checklist of gimmicks when writing the dialogues. Don't get me wrong, I like Eggman and Sage as their own character. They work together good as well, even when Sage do think themselves as a family deep down. But trying to drive the 'they're a wholesome family!✨✨' mindset into the audience is mockery towards Sage's complicated emotions towards Eggman who did create her, but did not give her validation as a living being, but treat her as a tool, and then the potential manipulation when Eggman did say she was his daughter, straight up. Idk, I wished that ppl see them as family in a skeptical way than actually rooting for their father-daughter dynamic. At this point I can only try convince myself that found family is only a funny meme. 😐

[ask4mycashapp]

just something random from my drafts. im working on a really cool request i got so you can have this while i work on that.

sanzu sfw & nsfw hcs!

warnings: cnc, bondage, somnophilia, knife play, gun play, drugs, pierced dicks.

let me know if i missed any warnings.

• sanzu would never cheat on you. if hes dating you hes fucking INFATUATED with you, and seeing how loyal he is to mikey itll be the same with you.

• if sanzu had to pick between you and mikey i genuinely believe hed just get rid of himself. too hard of a decision. hes vowed loyalty to both of you until he dies, so he guesses hell have to die an early death 🤷‍♀️.

• contrary to popular belief sanzus not toxic if hes dating you. ofc he has to work late and he has buisness trips but most rich people do, right? as long as you dont need him to be with you every waking second then you should be fine.

• now to his drugs... if you really REALLY had a problem with him taking drugs to the point you were considering leaving him he would stop. being high isnt worth the loss of you in his opinion.

• but if you wanna do drugs with him? hell yeah! yall are gonna have the time of your livessss. but hed only let you do small time drugs like weed not hard shit like cocaine or anything to do with needles. he cant let any nasty needles pierce his pretty babys skin.

• sanzu keeps you in his penthouse with security surrounding it. the security isnt so you cant get out, no if you wanted to go anywhere you have a chauffeur and 2 body guards ready for you. the securitys there to make sure none of bonten or sanzus enemies get anywhere close to you. because if they did? sanzu would kill the world in its entirety and then himself. life without you has no meaning in his eyes.

• when youre with sanzu you get what you want when you want it. just ask and its yours ml! oh and when youre with him he does his BEST to convince you to stop working. you dont need to work he can take care of you just stay at home and chill, kay? you dont wanna stay in the house? thats fine take his card. again whatever you want you get 🤭.

• cuddle hcs now.

• sanzu is extremely touch starved, ik everybody says it but it makes so much sense ok 😭. takeomi was a dick in his childhood, senjus existence annoyed him and his parents sucked booty juice. therefore he wasnt getting much love, so now that he has unlimited access to that? yk damn well hes gonna take advantage.

• whenever sanzu is home hes usually in bed with you, dont be nasty its not like that ALL the time. his favorite way to cuddle with you is for you to be laying down with him on top of you. his head on your chest, your hand in his hair massaging his scalp and his arms circling your waist. to him its just so relaxing the most ideal position to be in. heaven on earth if you will.

• now onto the dirty shiii.

• sanzus MADDDD kinky. im sorry thats just how it is. his main kinks are bondage, gun play, knife play, choking and cnc.

• bondage: sanzu would use his belt to tie your wrists behind your back, hed also gag you with either your own panties or his tie. anythings fair game to sanzu as long as youre okay with it hed bound you with anything.

• gun play: hed either fuck you with his gun to your head or throat, or fucking you with the gun. obviously hed keep the gun empty with the safety on but he wouldnt tell you that. it gave both of you a rush effing adrenaline junkies .

• knife play: he loves carving his initials into you. sanzu loves gliding his pocket knife into you plushy thighs, he loves seeing your pretty red blood drip in the shape of his initials. he lives for your mixed expressions of bliss and pain when you feel his knife cut into you. he could probably cum untouched from just that.

• choking: seeing his hand around your neck while struggle to breathe is exhilarating to say the least. obviously he would never want to actually kill you, never. its just the fact that your struggling to breathe yet youre still trying to moan like a whore is amusing to him.

• cnc somnophilia: sanzus a busy ass man. sometimes by the time he comes home your asleep already and hes very pent up. now any normal person would see that you were asleep and just masturbate, but no this is sanzu were talking about. sanzu had made sure to have the conversation with you about fucking you while youre asleep and once you agreed? oh he ran with that shi. expect to be fucked while sleeping at least 4 times a week <3.

• now for dick hcs

• its pierced. he was high when he got it pierced so he doesnt remember it nor does he remember how painful it was but he doesnt regret it.

• 4 inches soft. 7 1/2 inches when hard.

• above average girth.

• its bushy but clean. he cleans it up and trims it every once in a while when he remembers. you probably wont be able to get him to shave it.

ok thats it here these r

masterpost

[themandylion]

Sharks Are So Smooth

Happy JayTim Week 2022! This is for the prompt “Mermaid” and is a prequel to my other story, There Are Many Advantages.

Tim is dispensing hot takes on sharks as learned from the internet. He may or may not be right because he's not a marine biologist. Jason is taking the sharks' side on things. Read it on AO3.

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The third day the human paddled out to the research buoy, T'm was waiting for him.

While the human bobbed in place, downloading data and doing complicated things with test tubes and colored solutions, T'm swam up slowly from below. He knew from experience that this was the best way to approach humans undetected. The little hairs on human legs behaved much like the whickers on a seal or an otter, allowing them to detect movements in the water—though they didn't seem capable of using them in quite as sophisticated a manner as those animals.

In the two weeks the human had been coming out, T'm had had more than enough time to decide on the best way to approach this. He'd considered and discarded various complicated schemes that involved no direct interaction before finally concluding that confrontation would be the best way to get the message across. Confrontation and maybe a little bit of shock and fear.

So he swam up from below, waited for the exact right moment—when the human had restoppered his vials and stowed them away—and grabbed onto an ankle.

That was his first mistake.

Namely, he should have grabbed both ankles. The human's immediate response to being grabbed was to kick with the captured foot—not much of an issue, since T'm was far stronger—and then with the free one. It missed T'm's head, but by the barest of margins, and only because of how the human's legs were kept spread apart by the board he was on.

Clearly, scaring the human into changing his behavior wasn't going to work. T'm was going to have to resort to an actual conversation, much as it was against all the Rules to do so. With a sigh, he let go of the ankle, quickly swimming out of the way as it began kicking freely. Steeling himself for a bad reaction, he breached the surface of the water, making sure to put the buoy between them.

"Holy fuck," the human exlaimed, grabbing the front of the board he was floating on to stare at T'm. "You aren't seaweed."

"No. I'm T'm."

"You're a fucking mermaid. Wait, shit, no tits—merman? Merperson."

"Just mer works." They had always called themselves 'the People,' which wasn't the best practice when trying to communicate with people of other species. "Look, it's wonderful that you're out here doing, uh, things with colored liquid, but you need to wise up and stop paddling out on a board. Some shark is going to mistake you for a seal and attack you."

"I'm checking toxicity levels and recording tide information," the human explained. "There are corporations—err, groups of people—who are dumping toxic materials—uh poison? In the bay."

T'm rolled his eyes at the human's poor attempt to dumb down his words. "I know what corporations and toxic substances are. I'm not an idiot."

"And yet you actually believe the stupid propaganda that sharks go after surfers because they're mistaking them for seals," the human snapped back. "Surfers swim into areas where sharks are used to being top dogs a lot of the time and get hurt because they act like idiots. People make up shit about sharks 'mistaking' people for seals when your average shark is just trying to get a meal and really couldn't care less if they're eating a human or a seal. Point me to an article in a reputable scientific journal that actually supports that bullshit."

"I—"

"You can't, can you? Because it's pure speciesist anti-shark propaganda." The human stopped, his face turning a frankly adorable pink. "And you're a literal mythological creature that lives in the ocean and probably knows all kinds of shit to refute everything I just said. Fuck."

"More otherworldly than mythological," T'm admitted, even though that was against the Rules as well. "I don't know that much about sharks, actually. I'm much better versed on terrestrial avians; I'm doing my dissertation work on puffin migration. And I can't point you to any articles, but that could be because they're all behind paywalls and it's hard enough using the aquarium's free public internet—I wouldn't even know how to go about getting JSTOR access."

"Otherworldly?"

"From outer space," T'm helpfully elaborated. He pointed up at the sky. "We've lived here for a few thousand years now, so we do show up in human mythology, but so do humans." He tried to punctuate this with a smile, like the characters did on the television shows he watched. It didn't appear to reassure the human, which wasn't all that surprising. His terrestrial biology classes had always made it clear that humans were prone to feeling uneasy around too many sharp teeth.

"An alien merman—sorry, mer—that knows about JSTOR and studies puffins. Sorry, this is. A lot to take in." The human took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "Well, uh. Thanks for your concern?"

"It's mostly self-interest," T'm admitted. "You keep bumping my antenna when you're up here taking readings, which interrupts the signal from the aquarium in the middle of downloads, so I have to start all over again."

"Oh, that's fair." Clearing his throat, the human leaned forward around the buoy and held out a hand. "Hi? I'm Dr. Jason Todd. I work at the aquarium you're mooching wi-fi off of." Looking more than a little nervous, he smiled.

T'm returned the smile and took the human's hand in his, shaking it like he'd seen on television. "Hello, Jason. I'm T'm Dr'k, a research fellow in terrestrial biology at Centralwestern Atlantic University." He returned the smile, though this time he kept his teeth covered. They could work up to toothy grins—something told T'm they would be seeing plenty of each other in the future.