#but i want to see that evil mean face with HIS FACE

[bumblebeerror]

People hurt other people by accident all the time. That’s something I very much had to learn when I realized my OCD obsession with not hurting anyone had reached a completely unsustainable level - to the point that I was hurting people with it.

Some people do know that they’re causing harm to someone and revel in it, I won’t deny that happens. Regardless of their reasons for that, it’s wrong. But I also think it’s fairly rare, and it’s why abusers are so hard to get away from.

My mom’s been dating an alcoholic for years who’s been told over and over that when he gets drunk he gets mean, that he says hurtful things. He’s yelled in my face. He’s treated me like a child. He tried to fight my little brother. He’s yelled at her, he’s begged thousands of dollars out of him, he’s guilt-tripped her and openly said he doesn’t want to change.

But he’s also loving. He’s good with his grandkids. He takes care of his daughters even when one of their husbands threatened to shoot him dead. He’s not a bad person, when he’s sober.

Hes an alcoholic because he has chronic pancreatitis. Because booze kills the pain better than his norcos. His illness is only barely under control because he doesn’t take meds because he won’t change anything. He thinks he doesn’t need them because he’s bipolar.

When he was on all his meds and taking his bipolar meds and he was sober, he was a decent man.

Are some of his problems his own fault? Sure. But I don’t think any of it makes him an irredeemable monster. It makes him a victim to the consequences of his own actions. It makes him someone I’ve been trying to get my mom away from, too. Consequences of his actions, people don’t want to be around him while he’s drunk.

He still abused my mom. It’s hard to see it that way, because I know most of it isn’t done with real intent. It took years for me to convince her to stop giving him money. It took years to convince her to stop answering his calls when he’s drunk.

He’s an abuser. But he’s not evil. He just doesn’t see the patterns and doesn’t want to.

otherwise interesting post ruined by the bold insistence that you can never accidentally abuse someone & that all abusive people are self-aware evil masterminds

[thebrothel]

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Night walks Joel x f!reader, 2.3k by the man himself

18+ drugs and smut. Ty @beefrobeefcal and ty for the old asks etc that got his wheels turning @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @xdaddysprincessxx @noxturnalnymph

Joel is being an idiot. It's not like him to keep his distance, but he's obsessed with you, so you don't have to worry about there being someone else. And you def don't have to move on and get a hot Australian surf instructor (even if he's kinda cool, even if it could mean Joel ravishes you in public in a grand romantic gesture while the surfer watches).

The longer you go without Joel's touch, the more you think about his cock. Your body begs for it. Every time you sleep, you have wild wet dreams about him, but it's not enough. You need the real thing.

One night, you're taking a walk by yourself, and your legs slow down when you get to Joel's house. It feels like something else is moving your legs for you, like in that Wallace and Gromit movie, The Wrong Trousers. Except, instead of an evil penguin in control, it's the ghost of Joel's cock inside you. The ghost of his big hands on your ass, pulling you closer. 

Like a zombie for his cock, you trudge across his yard and don't even knock on his open door, which is propped open to get fresh air while he works out. You walk right in. Joel is lifting extremely heavy weights in short gym shorts. He's bench pressing, and the bulge in his shorts could not be more enticing. 

He has earbuds in and he doesn't hear you come in right away.The top half of the bench is at a slight incline, and if his eyes were open he'd see you, but you're free to ogle as long as you want undetected. 

In his jade green shorts, you can see the shape of cock and balls. He continues lifting, grunting with each lift, especially the last one. When he's finished his set, he lies there on the bench catching his breath. 

You approach from behind and creep closer to the bench. When re-racks the weight, you zip tie his hands to it. His reaction is delayed. He looks at his hands before looking around and seeing you – You've walked around front to face him. 

As looks at you, the alarm on his face turns into relief, then horny affection. He's happy to see you.  

He nods slowly, “Alright.” He raises his eyebrows at you then checks you out.

 "God damn, pumpkin.” 

“Where the hell have you been?” you ask. 

Like a dog trying to scratch an itch, he tilts his head to rub his ear against his shoulder in effort to remove an earbud. 

You take the earbuds out for him.

”thanks,” he mumbles

You stand straddling the bench and place your hands on the bar near his hands, waiting for him to explain.

The metal bench press bar is at the perfect location for this situation at all times, even if it's not ideal for racking the weight. It only makes him buffer to arrange his gym equipment this way.  His upper body is inclined enough to have a good look at you, and the bar is between you but you could duck under it without trouble.

“Well?” you ask. 

“What?” he stupidly responds. “Couldn’t hear ya…” 

“Where the hell have you been?” you repeat. 

There’s a flash of something complicated behind his eyes as if there's more to the situation. Then he puts on that smug, overconfident look and chuckles to himself.  “Couldn't even go a whole week, could ya?" 

“Asshole,” you respond. “You did this on purpose, got me addicted… now I can’t help myself.” 

He nods down toward his lap. “You gonna sit down or what?” 

You slowly lower yourself until your crotch meets his warm bulge, making him grunt and you gasp.

“There ya go,” he murmurs. You glare at him then abruptly but reluctantly lift yourself off him. 

“Relax, baby.” He tilts his head to display a joint behind his ear. You take it and put it in your mouth. It’s damp and salty from his sweaty hair.

“YOU relax,” you mumble, then light the joint.

His eyes dazzle with affection and he looks at your mouth holding his joint. You pinch it out and put it behind your own ear while the smoke cools in your mouth.

Then you grab his jaw, then  bring your face close, and the side of your nose rests against his as you open your mouth and release the smoke. He begins to draw in the smoke, then you gently lower yourself onto his hard-on again and he inhales too quickly, then turns his head and chokes. “Fuck,” he coughs. 

You stand up and step back.

You pull up your tank top over your beautiful tits and circle your nipples with your fingers. 

“Mmm,” he hums. “C’mere.” 

You shake your head no. 

He smiles with half his mouth. “Okay,” he concedes. 

You keep an eye on his crotch and watch his arousal grow as he watches you strip. When you take off the tank top, you come hover over the bench again and rest your tits on the metal bar and tease your nipples over the metal until they’re painfully erect. 

Joel lifts his hips and the erection in his shorts brushes you. You move away and scold him, “Naughty boy.” 

He groans. 

You run your hands over yourself and slowly move your hips, watching his eyes scan your body, trying to will your sweatpants off. 

“Oh, you were made for this, baby,” he purrs as you give him a slow dance, only letting yourself lightly brush against him. “You’re in the wrong damn business,” he says, then adds “whatever the hell you’re in school for.” 

You continue to tease him, groping yourself and your tits, then you slide your hand down the front of his pants and he says, “oh yeah…..can’t teach this at community college.” 

You rub yourself, watching his chest heave. You pull your hand out of your pants and spread your fingers apart to show him how wet you are.

“Fuck,” he murmurs and his nose twitches. You bring your fingers to his nose then pull them away and he manages a resentful smirk. 

“What do you say?” you ask. 

"Bring'em here."

“What do you say, Joel?” 

“Be a good girl and gimme a taste.” 

You shake your head no. 

“Please,” he adds with a roll of his eyes. 

You offer him a lick and he sucks your fingers into his mouth as far as they’ll go. Licks them clean.

His teeth rake your fingers as you withdraw them from his mouth. 

“That’s my bad girl,” he murmurs. “Gunnin’ for a spankin’, ain’t ya?” he cocks his eyebrows. “C’mon, cut these things off,” he pulls at his hands. 

“A spanking?” you ask, and stand up again. “Is that what I need?” 

You hook your thumbs into your sweat pants and slowly tug them down, one side at a time.

You turn around so your ass is facing him. You move your hips seductively, and when you pull the pants down under your ass, he moans, “Fuck,” and you look back at him with a raise of your eyebrows. 

“Oh, you’re a bad, bad girl,” he says. ”Damn right you need a spanking.” 

You slap your own ass right on cue. 

“God damn,” he responds. 

You take off the pants altogether and stay with your ass facing him again.

You begin to touch yourself again, one hand on your breast, looking over your shoulder.

“C’mere, baby,” he begs. 

You slide your fingers all the way down your slippery slit, bending forward and tilting your hips -- popping out your pussy as you spread your lips for him. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, sweating. “Hell yeah.” 

You plunge a finger into yourself.

“Come and get it, baby,” he urges. “Get what ya came for.” 

You withdraw your hand and twist half around to grope your breast as you look  him up and down and assess the damage. Oh, he’s wrecked. His hips move, the tent in his shorts begging to escape, straining the seams of his short athletic shorts.  His breath is heavy. 

You bite your lip.

“You need a lot more than a spanking,” he says, and his eyes darken. 

“What do I need?” you ask innocently as you fully face him again. You slowly step over his lap, and with the lightest touch, you use three fingers to nudge his cock through his pants, first from one side, then the other. 

Inspecting his erection. 

“Mm,” you hum as if considering whether you want it. Then you slide your hand down and cup his balls. 

“Fffuuuuuck,” he groans. He breathes vocally as though finishing another set of weights. 

You lightly run your hand over the stretched fabric of the shorts, up his aching shaft again. A spot of precum seeping through almost makes you drool. You wet your lips. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, “s’all yours, pumpkin.” 

You look up at his face for half a second. 

“All yours, every inch,” he promises with a nod. 

You back up and squat down to put your face at cock level. Through his shorts, you lick the spot of precum, making him moan. You suck him through the fabric and his lips lift.

“Fuck, pumpkin.”

You look up at him with a devilish smile in your eyes.

“I know ya want these hands in your hair while ya do that,” he taunts, displaying his hands as best he can. 

You waiver for a moment, then strengthen your resolve. You lick through the fabric along his balls, and your nose nudges his stiff cock. He curses and grunts and each sound makes you gush and twitch.

He watches your face carefully as you appear to give into your desires. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, “take what ya came for.” 

Your eyes glaze over and your fingers curl under the soaked sweatband of his shorts.

“Yeah,” he quietly encourages. 

You pull the waistband down under his cock and he grunts as it springs free. 

“Good girl,” he pants just above a whisper. “‘S’all yours,” he repeats, keeping you in the zone, making sure the spell doesn't break.

Straddling him, with both your hands on the bar, you glide your wet pussy along his stiff cock. It's excruciating for both of you, with your loins aching to be joined again. 

“Take it,” he whispers. 

You reach down to notch him perfectly in your dripping hole. 

“Attagirl,” he whispers. "Take it."

You sink down on him with a whimper, and your skin erupts in goosebumps. 

His low moan is enough to make you twitch around his length, and he takes a deep ragged breath trying not to cum. 

You ride him slow, one hand on your tit, moaning as you roll your hips and fuck yourself on the best dick you've ever had.

“God I love this cock “ you gush. “Gooodddd, I love it.”

“Yeah, take it, baby,” he says. “FUCK you're hot…”

Having him inside you like this – big and hard and perfectly hugged by your insides – it's like breathing after being starved for oxygen. 

“Feel so good, baby,” he pants.

“Fuck,” you whine.

Nothing feels better. How can you ever go without it again?

You ride him at a perfect rhythm, salivating to kiss him but more concerned about milking his cock.

“Yeah, that's right,” he encourages as you fuck him. “Take this cock.”

“oh, god,” you moan. “You know what I'm here for?”

“hell yeah, baby,” he says. "You know it's yours."

“Not just your cock,” you say breathily.

“No?” He asks with barely any interest. Feels too good inside you to care.

“I wanna drain your balls,” you tell him.

He groans in response, and his cock twitches.

“Wanna make you my baby daddy,” you say. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. He's sweating. Veins bulge in his temple and neck. “always knew that's what ya wanted.”

You slow down even more. “Wanna be so full of your cum,” you pant. “Just fill me up, again and again.”

“Oh, God, yeah,” he pants. 

“Fill me up, daddy,” you softly command. "Fill me up."

He groans and begins to blow his load. His hot seed pumps into you so powerfully that it gives you a long hard orgasm far better than you've had in your wet dreams of him.

“Yeah,” he moans weakly. “Drain’em.... drain’em pumpkin.”

With his cock fully seated inside, you grind against him as you both finish coming. 

"God damn."

-

Your skin is hot, and you're in a daze. His cheeks are pink and his pupils are blown out. 

“C’mere,” he whispers. 

You duck under the bar to hug him, resting your tits and stomach against his sweaty, muscular chest and core. He's still ziptied to the bar, so he can't hug you back. But he kisses your head. 

You rest there and feel his breathing as his cock softens in your cunt. 

“Ain't empty yet,” he says. “Cut these off, baby.”

You look up at him. 

“fuck ya so hard you'll see god,” he promises. 

“I’m counting on it," you answer.

You'll need a knife from the kitchen to cut those. You let his cock out and carefully get off him from the side, ducking under his arm.

“Are you hungry?” You ask as you walk over to his kitchenette.

“What?”

“I'm starving.”

You grab his wallet off the counter, then take a Domino’s magnet off the fridge.  “What kinda pizza do you want?” you ask. 

He looks at his wrists, still ziptied. “Pumpkin-”

“Meat lovers,” You conclude. 

He watches you order, and thinks - A hot chick like you draining his balls and feeding him pizza?

He'll remind you who's in charge later. Meanwhile, life could be worse.

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Love you, beefro!!! 🖤

[custardtartsfan]

Jason Todd uses a flip phone. No he will not upgrade.

a little bit proofread! youd think the child of an ESL teacher would know whats up but youd be wrong! anywho this is vv off the dome and i didnt exactly know how to end it so please tell me if you feel like it flows right i appreciate any and all feedback very dearly ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Jay!” his partner calls from the other side of his apartment, making their way from the kitchen to where he was cleaning his guns in the living room. A very ritualistic process for him. They're all uniformly laid out on his coffee table (which he did not own before getting into a relationship, shout out the wife) , unassembled and being very carefully cleaned with a level of precision you seldom see outside of scientific glass blowers. Hes locked in

“What?” Jason looks up from his gun cleaning ritual 

“Can i borrow your phone? I wanna order food” they smiled, leaning over the back of his couch

“Whats wrong with yours?” he asks, “dead” y/n replied simply, and Jason reaches into his pocket with minimal grumbling

Jason was not a fan of technology, as a rule. He thinks its evil. He doesn't have any social media, does not watch any tv that isn't the news, and doesn't particularly like having his photo taken on anything digital. But still, none of that knowledge about their boyfriend couldve prepared y/n for being presented with a tomato red  Motorola RAZR V3 Flip Cellphone after it was dug out of Jasons cargo pants

“...what the fuck is this” they gawked at him. They hadnt been together all that long, but long enough that y/n feels that they should have noticed this piece of ancient history in his possession

“What?” Jason replied casually, unclear why they were looking at his phone like that “you have my phone no? Order your food” he said while getting back to the gun cleaining 

“Im- what is this?? Jason, be serious” y/n said, still absolutely rubbernecking at the phone. They went around the couch to look him in the eyes

Jason made a face “im being serious, order your food” he rolled his eyes at his partners ridiculousness. 

“Jason.” y/n gawped “look me in the eyes and tell me this is your actual primary cellphone.” they said, leaning down to look their boyfriend in his soul. Jason furrowed his brows

“Thats my phone. Why is this a big deal? I dont like apples and samsongs. Or whatever” Jason responds, puting down the half put together glock hes cleaning to cross his arms and lean back against the couch 

“My phone number is in this. You answer my texts from this thing??” they asked, still holding out hope this was a really stupid elaborate prank. From their boyfriend. Who had the driest sense of humor on the- okay yea he wasnt joking

“Yes??” he said incredulously, looking at his partener like they were being unreasonable. Actually- they were being unreasonable. It was a razr phone, not some far future star wars trans communicator. y/n needs a second to think about this

They plop themselves onto the couch next to their boyfriend, staring at the ceiling

“You really are a drug dealer” they murmured. Jason snorted

Jason snorted. “Below the belt” he retorts, snickering as he went back to his gun cleaning. Locked in. clear eyes, full hearts, cant lose.

“You need an actual phone” y/n states, like its the word of god. No protests will be tolerated, this studio apartment is not a democracy. Jason makes a face.

“I dont trust that shit” he murmured, continuing his surgical precision glock cleaning. y/n tilted their head

“Whys that?” they questioned. Jason scoffed, like its obvious

“ ‘don't want the government knowing my business” Jason loured

“Don't want-” y/n looked at him, in his soul “Jason. Whats a drivers license?”

Jason scoffed, smiling since hes won the argument now,in his own mind at least “i dont have one” he said triumphantly. y/ns eyes widened to the size of frisbees. They'd been in a car he was driving. Many times. Yesterday actually

“What the fuck d’you mean you dont have a drivers license??” “i never got one” he answered simply, like that was chill 

“Im- yes i get that. But you drive!” they argued, turning their body to fully face their insane boyfriend

“Well yea,obviously” jason rolled his eyes. y/n guffawed at him

“You're- a prolific criminal” they murmured, deciding not to question it anymore. He dresses up like red riding hood grew up and transitioned and got REALLY into body building. He used to kill people. Hes literally cleaning his multiple unregistered firearms in front of them. 

“Does the pope shit in the woods?” Jason retorts. y/n and jason stared at each other for a second 

“not what that means” “yea not what that means”

.𖥔 ܁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ fun with formatting! i like the coloured text but i wish the shades weren't so jarring. i also find the images incredibly annoying to format properly but maybe im just being dense i dunno. the drivers license bit was inspired by my co worker because she too doesn't have a drivers license and yet owns a car and drives it and isnt in jail yet. you go icon

also the term wife is used GENDER NUTREALY !!1! i wanted an actual gender neutral term for nuptial partner but nothing hits like wife does imo. anyways tysm for reading! i love you sleep well ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡ ༘

[metalbvcky]

Stucky Medical Ficrecs

If you know me at all, I am a lover of medical dramas and fanfics. I wanted to highlight a niche genre within the Stucky fandom, so I compiled this list of 25 total fics.

These range from fluffy to smutty, minimal medical details to graphic medical scenes, oneshots to multi-chapters, AUs, Shrinky, and Shrunky. So there's a little bit of everything basically!

WIP

Stellate by ZenaidaMacroura (M - 25k+) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Bucky, Doctor Steve, Surgeons, Medical Procedures, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers

Dr. Bucky Barnes is a plastic surgeon, highly regarded in his field. Dr. Steven Rogers, new head of the ER, has very little regard for Dr. Barnes or his field.

There's No Cure for Love by Metalbvcky [selfrec] (E - 10k+) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky, Doctor/Patient, Hurt/Comfort, Age Difference, Slow Burn, Secret Relationship

Bucky leads a luxurious but troubled lifestyle. Despite the wealth and power of a state senator and a real estate billionaire, Bucky is always one hospital stay away from death. Doctors are evil. Hospitals send him into a panic attack. Nobody knows what might be wrong with him. His body is broken. Former emergency physician turned pulmonologist, Steve spends his days between the hospital and the assisted-living facility where his Ma resides. He has a network of work colleges, countless lives to save, and enough nightmares to keep him awake at night. One lapse of concentration, one false decision, can mean the difference between life and death. Little do they know, their paths will soon cross. But will Steve be able to save Bucky from his unexplainable illnesses?

Medically Necessitated by sarahyellow (E - 91k+) Tags: Omegaverse, Medical Kink, Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor/Patient, Therapeutic Sex

After a medical emergency brings him to the ER, Bucky escapes the religious cult he's been raised in. It's up to Steve, nurse practitioner and omega sex & repro specialist, to see him through his medically supervised heat.

The Heart Murmurs When It Breaks by luna_rainbow (E - 19k+) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Doctor Steve, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Childhood Friends

Sorry Steve, they found his body a week ago.”... The phone call had shattered his world and left his heart in ashes, forever robbed him of the chance to make sense of the longing that had been eating away at him for years. A year on, Steve Rogers now worked as an emergency physician in a busy trauma center, burying himself with extra shifts so he didn’t have to face the grief of losing his childhood friend. A string of unusual hospital presentations, an experimental drug leaked to the streets, a spate of violent crimes…with the common threads all pointing to Hydra Biotech, a pharmaceutical company that also happened to be Bucky’s former employer.

[completed fics under the cut]

Complete

Fight Me by Mystrana (T - 10,243) Tags: Modern AU, Meet Cute, Nurse Bucky, Pillow Mountain Steve, Humor, Fluff

After four days off, Bucky returns to work and is assigned "problem patient" Steve Rogers. No one else wants to take care of him, and he's fighting everyone who comes near his (frankly impressive) pile of pillows. Well. Bucky's always up for a challenge.

Obliterating the Rules by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) (E - 2,317) Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Captain America Steve Rogers, Doctor Bucky, Doctor/Patient, Medical Examination, Top Bucky/Bottom Steve

After being pulled from the ice, Steve suffers the indignity of monthly medical checks to ensure the serum still works in the twenty-first century as well as it did back in the forties. It’s infuriating since Steve’s the picture of health. When his usual doctor is replaced with the hottest man Steve’s ever seen, the monthly exams become excruciating, if only because Steve can’t handle being touched by Dr. Barnes. Desperate to relieve the sexual tension he can’t seem to escape, Steve confesses his feelings—something that skimpy paper gowns will eventually reveal anyway.

A Place of Healing by this_wayward_life (T - 12,225) Tags: Modern Military AU, Nurse Bucky, Hurt Steve, Getting Together, Mutual Pining,

Steve clears his throat a few times. "Look, uh, Bucky. I want to apologize for my crass behaviour earlier this week. It was… It was rude of me to put you in such a compromising position at your place of employment, and I understand if you do not wish to interact with me any further -" "Captain Rogers," Bucky interrupts. He's fully grinning now, unable to stop himself. "It's fine, I promise. Everyone says weird stuff under morphine, it's pretty much a law of the universe. Believe me, I didn't find it rude at all." Steve swallows, averting his eyes as Bucky sets his dinner tray on the table beside the bed. "I just… I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Bucky laughs quietly. "Don't worry Captain, you didn't make me uncomfortable. It was sweet." He doesn't know why he adds that last bit, but it makes Steve's cheeks bloom red again. "Call me Steve. Please." Steve looks up at him through long, thick eyelashes, and god, Bucky is in danger with this one. "Steve," Bucky repeats softly. "Don't worry. You were sweet." -- Bucky never expected to have a patient like Steve Rogers.

Cliché by BladedFeather (M - 13,352) Tags: Modern AU, Doctor/Patient, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky

Bucky is literally a walking disaster. Natasha is a Hospital visit away from just wrapping him in bubble wrap. Luckily, Bucky has a good doctor. Or: A love story through several trips to the ER, one dinner date, fand feelings.

A Bucky Odyssey by inediblesushi (orphan_account), thorstbench (T - 9,952) Tags: Shrinkyclinks, Modern Pre Serum Steve, Nurse Steve, Cap Bucky

Bucky Barnes, Captain America, has a plan to make Steve Rogers, SHIELD nurse, fall in love with him. Confiding in the Internet might not be the best idea, though. So when the bad pick up lines do not work and Steve looks determined to staying single, he decides to be more himself and less what he thinks he should be.

Give 'Em Hope by L1av (E - 130,022 ~ 9/9) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky, Underage, Age Difference, Major Illness

Dr. Steve Rogers likes to think that if his patients have hope- their chances of survival will increase. Bucky Barnes has a 20% chance of survival and a desperate yearning to experience life. Against Steve's better judgment, he develops a relationship with his patient. It's illegal. It's wrong. But it's giving Bucky the hope to keep going, so Steve's going to keep giving it, because he wants Bucky to survive. He needs him to.

Kickstart my heart by Kalee60 (E - 10,606) Tags: Hospital AU, Doctor Steve, Human Disaster Bucky, Misunderstandings, Pining, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky

Bucky’s Wednesday wasn’t off to a great start. Not only did he wake up in a hospital with his annoyed best friend staring down at him, his treating Doctor just happened to be way too familiar, and the reason for that was slightly mortifying. With misunderstandings in the air, a snarky nurse who is a pain in his butt and the ugliest neck brace known to man attached to his body. There was no way his Wednesday was ever going to improve. Could it?

C is for Chiropractor by VenusDoom3 (E - 10,999 ~ 2/2) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor/Patient, Doctor Bucky, Patient Steve, Pining, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Mutual Attraction

“So, what would you say is your chief complaint today?” Dr. Barnes asked, running his fingers through his thick hair, which Steve refused to watch him do, just as he refused to stare at those slender fingers with their neatly trimmed nails or the way those blue scrubs hugged the man’s well-developed shoulders and displayed his taut biceps and - oh my God - hinted at what appeared to be an impressive bulge. ** Or, the AU in which virgin Steve sees a chiropractor for his chronic pain and ends up with more than just his spine adjusted.

A is for Aesthetician by VenusDoom3 (T - 1,398) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Meet Cute, Medical Aesthetician Steve, Patient Bucky, Medical Procedures, First Kiss

Rising to his feet, Steve did his best to ignore the wild thumping of his heart as he approached the table and the timid, shirtless man sitting on it. It was impossible, however, to ignore Bucky's broad shoulders and sculpted torso or the lean musculature beneath his skin. His pecs, abs, and arms were well developed, and his collarbones could cut glass. It was also impossible to ignore the reason for Bucky's visit: his entire left arm was covered in mottled red scar tissue that covered the entire outside of his arm from the lower part of his shoulder to the back of his hand. ** Or, the AU in which Steve is a medical aesthetician specializing in laser scar treatment, and Bucky is his patient.

Chicken Noodle Soup Loving by lakeshoredive (Not Rated - 4,370) Tags: Sickfic, Sick Bucky, Nurse Steve, Fluff

“There you are,” a voice says to his right. He rolls his head, a feat that feels like rolling a boulder up a hill, to his left, and standing above him, in all his 5 foot 4 inch glory, blissfully small and un-zombified is his Steve. He sighs. Counts to ten. And sighs again.  “Steve,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and pushing into the hand on his shoulder. The hand tightens and gives him another shake.   “Nuh huh. You gotta stay awake. I got medicine for you,” Steve says. Bucky lets out an involuntary whine. He doesn’t want to be awake. He wants to sink into Steve’s touch and never resurface. Maybe Steve will let him, if he looks miserable enough. 

Mercury In Retrograde by Metalbvcky [selfrec] (T - 12,248) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Nurse Steve, Patient Bucky, Love at First Sight, Meet Cute, Fluff and Humor

Night shifts in the emergency department are hectic most of the time but Steve loves his job as a nurse. Everything in his life seems to be in order, his Ma's Brownstone is fully restored and he's had Dodger for two years now. Sure he's single, but he can get by on his own just fine. Now if only Natasha would stop nagging Steve about his dating life. Not to mention she's been hooking him up with blind dates, time after time. Then this insanely cute guy with luxuriant shoulder length brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes turns Steve's world upside down. It should be illegal for a patient to look that beautiful after coming off the anesthesia. The flirtatious space themed pick-up lines were enough alone. “Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world.”

Buchanan Medical by Metalbvcky [selfrec] (T - 54,049 ~ 9/9) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Bucky, Patient Steve, Asthmatic Steve, Hurt/Comfort

Steve's childhood was filled with illnesses and dread of going to another no good doctor. Even now as an adult, his asthma persisted. But three months ago, Dr. Erskine passed away. Procrastination and fear ate him away. Now he had to find a new one since his medicine supply ran out. Little did he know, his new doctor would be the greatest thing to happen in his life.

Please don’t slow me down if I’m moving too fast by Bittersweet_in_Boston (E - 5,777) Tags: No Powers AU, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky, Medical Kink, Medical Examination, Age Difference

Bucky’s read all the posters about cholesterol and depression and Knowing Your Ticks To Avoid Lyme Disease at least five times each now, and he’s just about to lever himself off the table to grab his phone from the back pocket of his pants, currently folded on the guest chair near the desk, when the door opens. He sits back on the exam table, expecting to see Dr. Banner’s familiar stooped posture, salt-and-pepper curls, and wire rims. But it isn’t Dr. Banner. It’s only the hottest man Bucky has ever seen, bar none.

if you can take all of my faults, one day I'll repay the costs by buckyismybicycle (E - 9,518) Tags: Doctor Steve, Mob Boss Bucky, Docor/Patient, First Meetings, Light Angst, Hurt Bucky Barnes

You know, just a classic: "how did you two meet?" ("I got shot" / "He came into my clinic and bled all over my floor.")

First, Do No Harm by BarqueBatch, SkyisGray (E - 77,603 ~ 8/8) Tags: Alternate Universe - present day, Thug Bucky, Doctor Steve, Hurt/Comfort, mild medical procedures

James Barnes should be just like any other patient Steve sees in his Brooklyn clinic, but the mob enforcer bleeding all over his waiting room chair apparently didn’t get the memo.

Breaking the Hippocratic Oath by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) (E - 9,721) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Steve, Doctor/Patient, Age Difference, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, Inappropriate Behavior, Extremely Dubious Consent

Dr. Steve Rogers is a damn fine doctor and has been for almost half his life. He’s never been tempted to break his professional oath until one patient turns sad, sweet eyes on him and asks for an exam that’s less than professional. Torn between helping his patient and maintaining his integrity, he’s lost when Bucky Barnes looks at him like Steve’s the answer to all his prayers.

i've got a lot to pine about by cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) (M - 6,113) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Friends With Benefits, Doctor Steve, Doctor Bucky, Christmas Fluff, Pre-Serum Steve

Bucky loves Christmas, always has. Steve, however, his friend and fellow medical resident, struggles a little more during the holidays, especially now he doesn't have any family left. Bucky does his best to try to cheer him up a little and make sure that Steve will feel some of the holiday cheer. Thing is though, they're not just friends or colleagues. They've been hooking up for months, almost a year, and Bucky isn't sure how he's going to keep his feelings to himself for much longer. Because to him, this thing they have stopped being something casual a long time ago.

Salami by L1av (E - 25,102) Tags: Hospital AU, Nurse Steve, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, Inappropriate uses of medical equipment, Fluff and Smut

Everyone hears stories about the idiots who have to go to the ER to get random objects removed from their asses. If someone told Bucky he’d be spending his weekend in the hospital for one of the most embarrassing occurrences of his life, he’d probably laugh in their face and tell them to go fuck off. But here he is, in the ER with eleven inches of packaged, cold salami stuck up his ass. To make matters worse, his nurse is really hot. Really hot. Join Bucky for one of the most awkward and yet comical experiences of his life that leads to self-discovery, trust and maybe even love.

there's no prescription for me by liionne (T - 3,370) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Nurse Steve, Engineer Bucky, Minor Injuries, Burns

"You seem mostly fine," Steve begins, but Bucky cuts him off. "Mostly fine? You're a difficult guy to please." He grins, waggling his eyebrows at Steve, who's - yeah. He's blushing. Definitely blushing. "From a health perspective, you're mostly fine." Steve says, after having ducked his head and tried to hide his grin. "But I'm going to have Dr. Carter come over and check you out anyway, give you the all clear. Sit tight, she won't be long."

I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language by agetwellcard, inediblesushi (orphan_account) (E - 22,436 ~ 5/5) Tags: Shrinkyclinks, Nurse Steve, Bad Flirting, Eventual Smut

Bucky Barnes is Captain America and uses terrible pickup lines. Steve Rogers is Captain America's nurse and is not impressed by the aforementioned terrible pickup lines.

Emergency Encounters by S_Connoisseur (E - 4,011 ~ 2/2) Tags: No Powers AU, Older Man/Younger Man, Doctor Steve, Single Dad Bucky, Doctor/Patient, Minor Injuries, Eventual Smut

It's simple math. One stray, untrustworthy hammer + one home accident + one stubborn daughter = ten digits. Where does it say that just because he's got grey hair, he can't be smooth? He's grumpy, not dead.

[ladykailitha]

Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 5

We are now in the latter half of this story and hooboy is going to worse before it gets better. Again this story is done, I'm just putting out the remaining chapters I have.

We have the Forrest talk, The Wheeler House, and Wayne blows a gasket. Poor, poor Wayne.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~

“Dustin looks up to you so much, Steve,” Eddie murmured. “It’s all he talks about. Hell, it’s all they all talk about. If Jeff and them didn’t know you before they joined Hellfire they would have gotten psychic damage with how much they talk about Steve the hero.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, well. I wish he’d tell me more to my face instead of all the bullshit I do get from him. Like he had a bag filled with flashlights and I asked him where he got them, do you want to know what he said?”

Eddie let out a pained sigh. “Something snarky and rude?”

“Right in one,” Steve groused. “He said that I was an adult and shouldn’t have to be told everything. Like no one else gets that amount of disrespect. Including you, who is older than I am.”

“That little shit head,” Eddie said with another sigh. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks.”

They walked in silence for a moment or two before Eddie spoke up.

“I’m learning this week that I’m coward,” he murmured, poking and twisting his hands nervously. “I didn’t think I was until Chrissy. But when I saw her raise up to my ceiling...I–I just ran. I could have stayed. I could have tried to help. I knew that this place was and I couldn’t help her.”

Steve shook his head. “Do you remember the first comic I ever drew for you?”

Eddie’s eyes widen and his hangdog expression cleared. “The gun, the boy running to his car before dashing back into save the day, the fear...”

“Yeah, Eds,” he murmured. “It was always about that. Running in is okay as long you know that when the time comes you’ll do the right thing in the right time.”

Eddie ran his hands over his face. “God, Stevie,” he murmured. “I hesitated. To jump in after you. You had just been dragged in and Nancy went in right after you, Robin merely a second later. But I paced that god damn boat before following suit.”

“So what?” Steve said, reaching up to guide Eddie’s face to meet his head on. “I bet I can tell you what your thought process was.”

“Steve...” Eddie whined. “Jumping in after immediately was the biggest sign of true love I’ve ever seen.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want her, I want you. Because I know you hesitated to jump because you weren’t sure if you should go back to sure and let everyone know what happened or to jump in and protect me and the girls. You chose to protect us, Eddie. Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? I love you.”

Eddie closed his eyes and let go of all the jealousy and envy he had over Nancy and what they had before Eddie came along. He knew Steve was gay. He knew that Steve had chosen him and had kept choosing him, time after time. But when he saw the way the two of them teased each other, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head, causing him to throw his vest at Steve.

He nodded and then accepted the kiss that Steve gave him. They might be in a hellscape running for their lives with an evil wizard and all his minions chasing after them but they had each in other in this.

And they would make it. Together.

~

“They’re gone!” Nancy cried. “They aren’t here. They should be in this shoe box, but all that’s in here are the shoes that I ruined my junior year. I broke the heel on the one and had to toss them both out.”

“What do you mean they’re gone?!” Eddie bit out through clenched teeth. “How could they be gone?”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” she cried gesturing wildly. “They should be here!”

Steve wandered over to the wall and looked up at the poster. “Nance, when did you exchange your Blondie calendar for the poster?”

“Steve is that really important right now?” she snapped and then she turned around to see said calendar on the wall. “Oh!”

“What does that mean?” Robin asked, trying to break the tension that suddenly ramped up in the room.

“I think the Upside Down is stuck in 1983,” Nancy murmured. “But since the revolver isn’t here either, I’d have to guess November 6th.”

Robin and Eddie shared a confused glance.

“I don’t know what that means,” Eddie admitted, sticking his hands in his back pockets.

“That’s the day Will disappeared,” Steve said absently. He poked the calendar a couple of times. “What is so important about that day...?”

Nancy just shook her head. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well,” Steve said with the shrug of his shoulders, “we can always make my weapon again.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows and then grinned. “That will certainly help, yes.”

~

They thundered down the stairs, but Steve stopped. Nancy and Robin kept going, but Eddie slowed down and looked back.

“What’s up, Stevie?” he asked as he watched his boyfriend strain as if he was hearing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Hey, guys wait up!”

Nancy and Robin turned around to see Steve inch down the stairs, his head cocked upwards.

“Can’t you hear it?” Steve asked. “It’s Dustin, I’m sure of it! And I think...Max.” He shook his head. “I can’t quite make it... out...”

Before Nancy could scoff again, Robin giggled.

“I can hear them too!” she said excitedly jumping up and down and clapping.

It didn’t take them long to figure out how to communicate with them and they found out that they had picked up Erica and she had been read in.

“How many times do I have to be right before you believe me?” Dustin barked angrily.

“Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check,” Steve said twisting his lip and shaking his head ruefully.

Eddie leaned over to look past Nancy and Robin, “It’s his tone, right?”

After everything was decided that they all meet up at Eddie’s trailer, Eddie grimaced. “How are we going to get there? It’s like seven miles from here.”

Nancy looked around for a moment. “Well if it is the 6th, then all the kids would have had their bikes here. I mean it might be a little tight for the boys, but it’s better then walking.”

~

Once they were back top side, Wayne bullied the four older teens into showers and changed before sitting Steve down to do a proper stitch job while everyone caught up with what everyone had learned, but especially Nancy’s vision.

“We have to attack now,” Nancy said. “We don’t know who he’ll pick next and Max shouldn’t have to live on borrowed time.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, nodding along with her. “We know that while Vecna is in the void his body is vulnerable to attacks. If we can lure him into attacking someone to open the fourth gate then we can attack his body in the Upside Down?”

“Oh is that all?” Eddie sneered, rising to his feet.

“Yep!” Dustin said cheerfully and Eddie slowly said back down in disappointment.

Wayne crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back, allowing Steve to stand up. His back arms had been cleaned and properly bandaged, his sides had been sterilized, stitched, and re-bandaged, his neck cleaned and bandaged to keep further dirt out of the wound.

“Yeah?” Wayne said, “And who’s gonna be fighting this evil wizard of yours? Steve? The fella I just spent the last twenty minutes putting back together? Or the two ladies who are still in high school? Or any of the other children here, present?”

Dustin opened his mouth, but no words came out and everyone shifted around nervously as for the first time an adult put their foot down and said they shouldn’t be doing this.

Max came back into the front part of the trailer. “I tried reaching the Byers again and it’s a busy signal again.”

“Which means we have even less time then we thought,” Nancy insisted, putting her hands on her hips. “We need to take him out now before our friends get hurt, especially since we don’t know who his next victim will be.”

Wayne licked the bottom of his lips slowly. “Well you ain’t doing it with the eight of ya.”

Everyone looked around in confusion as it seemed like they were all counting their numbers.

“Before we get further,” Steve said quietly. “We do know who his next is. I read the files from Ms. Kelly’s office. I know how they all started. For Fred, Patrick, Chrissy.” He paused and then looked up. “Max.”

She froze in place and fought the urge to look over at the person she knew he was talking about, trying to look everywhere else.

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie asked gently. “Who’s next on the evil wizard’s hit list?”

Steve sat down hard between Lucas and Eddie and propped his chin on his knuckles. “It always starts off with visions. Visions of things he thinks you’re guilty of. I’m guessing in Max’s case it was Billy, like it was Nancy’s siblings in hers.”

Nancy wrapped her arms around her waist and looked down at the ground, rocking back on one heel of her shoes.

Both Wayne and Eddie tilted their head in the same direction at the same time as they regarded Nancy.

“Something tells me,” Eddie said wetting his lips, “that she knew that. Didn’t ya Nance?”

Max looked back and forth between Eddie and Nancy. “I was about to suggest using myself as bait, because if we can distract him long enough for a strike team to destroy his physical form, we can get rid of the Upside Down for good. But you’re telling me that she knew she was the next victim and was still going to let me be the sacrificial lamb?”

Steve shook his head. “Good ole Nancy Wheeler, only looking out for herself. We could wait a week and have Nancy be bait. Hell, we all have Walkmans. We get enough batteries and enough tapes I’m sure Max could last that long. But she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to go through the visions and guilt. Because she knows deep down Vecna, Henry, whoever is right. It is her fault Barb died.”

“Uh...” Lucas said into the resulting silence. “So are we going with Max or Nancy because that is really something we should decide before we get any further...”

“I’m all for taking the bastard out now,” Wayne said with a shrug. “But not with just us. We need more people.”

Steve turned to Eddie. “Are the boys still in town?”

Eddie got up and started waving his hands. “No. Nope. Absolutely not, Steve. We aren’t dragging them into this. Ignorance is hella bliss in this case. You know it is!”

Dustin shook his head ruefully. “If you’re suggesting who I think you’re suggesting, it couldn’t hurt. I mean Jason is amassing a lynch mob and we need all the help we can get.”

“I’d want to know,” Lucas said softly. “After what Jason and his goons did to Gareth. If I were them, I’d want to know.”

Eddie turned to glare at him. “And what did they do to Gareth?”

Lucas explained why he was no longer with the basketball guys to Nancy, Robin, Wayne, and Eddie.

“God damn it!” Wayne cussed. “That’s how they found out about the lake house? And Chief Powell just let them go? I’m going fucking sue this whole incompetent asshole county!”

“Well,” Nancy said, “I’m against it. We need a small strike team not a god damned army.”

“The hell you don’t,” Wayne snapped. “I saw the beast that damn near took out the mall and if it’s Henry Creel like we think it is, then we’re going to need everyone we can. And since we’re spread pretty thin on the ground right now with the Cali crew in the wind and Hopper dead... we need people. I would rather it not be children, but I’m out of options right now.”

Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye in frustration. “Fine.”

They all turned to him in shock.

“Fine,” he bit out again, flopping back onto the sofa. “I’ll round up the Hellfire crew. Shit, I’ll even see if Marty and Janice are in town for the week, because if we’re dragging people into this shit, we’re getting the whole band back together.”

“We’re going to need weapons and supplies,” Steve said with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, but it was all they had. “And way to get all us of there.”

“The weapons are easy,” Wayne said with a huff, “War Zone. They’ll have everything you need. For both.”

“If we’re trying to avoid people from town,” Erica said, rolling her eyes, “maybe we should avoid a store called War Zone.”

Wayne snorted, “And you got somewhere else we can load up on supplies, little miss?”

Erica opened her mouth but no words came out.

“That’s what I thought,” Wayne said smugly.

“That takes care of one,” Robin said with a nod. “But what about transportation?”

“I have something,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve came up to stand next to him. “You got some hidden car we don’t know about?”

“It’s not exactly a car,” Eddie said smirking at Wayne, “and it’s not exactly mine, but it’ll do.”

“Boy...” Wayne said warningly.

Eddie willfully ignored him. “Hey, Max you got a bandanna or mask I can use?”

~

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[theceruleanskye]

Something clearly changed if Hope sent her daughter to a boarding school. But there seemed to be less tension in the air surrounding the school. Her daughter doesn't speak of the place with disdain or seem to hold rage for Alaric. Everything was black or white for Hope, but maybe she could add just enough grey into her thinking in the future. It was nice, though, to have little bits of information coming in about the future. A wolf run sounds like a great thing. I need to release stress.

Hope always knew that Alaric would be six feet under in a grave someday. His body was getting older even now. She saw the signs of aging in his training six months ago. ❝ Yeah, the old guy is still alive and kicking it. ❞ Hope was curious to find out what book Alaric wrote that her child loved so much. She never found his writing to be all that impressive (enraging, yes. The book about the great evil still comes to mind). ❝ Going to assume that you had a chance to meet him, so clearly, this MONSTER PROBLEM doesn't kill him. ❞ I would have bets that the both of us would go down in a blaze of glory. Going to Valhalla seemed like the best option over going to Hel as it felt like the option that her father would want. However, it gets muddled with the fact that there was once considered an OTHER SIDE

Hope put on the jacket Maya gave her and the bookbag she had taken from Lost and Found as they walked. She could see the opening where the street lights began to shine just up ahead. From there, it wouldn't be too long before they managed to be at the grill. It appears the street lamps would soon be shut off as the sky had already started to lighten for the day. Andrea was a happy child. Hope could sense that much. Something that means that Hope did something right in her parenting.

❝ I'll tell you what. If you promise not to do anything dangerous while here, you can talk to Dr. Saltzman with me. ❞ Is it bad that I am glad this isn't a child with Landon? How would I face him knowing we would fuck at some point when everything right now is complicated? Having sex with Landon wasn't a problem. The problem right now was there wasn't much hope for him to remember her as HOPE MIKAELSON / HOPE JONES.

Andrea paused when her other cleared her thought and stopped, tilting her to the side, wanting for her mother to speak. She then nodded quickly with a smile. "Yeah, I love the pancakes at the Grill. They are amazing," she chuckled. "You used to take me to get them every time you would drop me off at school," she said, dancing in a straight line as she moved through the trees. "Oh, maybe we can go for a run later," she offered. Running in the woods in her wolf form would be fun. Maybe she could keep up with this version of her mother.

"Yeah, I would love to see Dr Saltzman," she said with a smile before a frown came to her lips before turning to look at her mother. "You aren't talking about Josie, are you?" She asked. After all, it wasn't really possible that Josie could be a doctor in this time and then it hit her. "Oh, you mean Dr S," she said. "He is still alive?" She asked curiously and then regretted it. There was nothing surprising about old age but she didn't want to upset her mother to think other people she cared about where gone in the future. "I love his book," she said instead, trying to brush past her words.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[fairyroses]

He was about to kill you, Lex. Or divulge something you didn't want me to know.

— SMALLVILLE, "Forever" (4.21)

+ bonus from "Arctic" (7.20):

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

We should talk more about the fact Jason got swarmed and attacked by a mob as Robin, like??? Hello. He had to be left there because the mob was too violent with Batman near. He had to be taken to the hospital.

Look at those injuries!!

The next time we see him he's forcing himself out of bed and putting on the Robin costume thinking "I've gotta do what I can to help, even if it kills me!"

The next next time we see him he has walked into yet another violent mob

I cannot stop thinking about this story and the effects it probably had on him honestly. Do you think it's made him nervous in crowds, do you think it made him trust others just that bit less. How long do you think he was being attacked before he was found, the scene had cleared. "I've gotta do what I can to help, even if it kills me!",,,,

Just the concept itself! I don't know about you guys but being attacked and grabbed and trampled into unconsciousness sounds absolutely terrifying! Did he black out, still getting hit, thinking he was going to die? Knowing he couldn't defend himself as his injuries to took their toll? At their complete mercy?

1986-87 Legends, issue #2 (the attack), #3 (the hospital), #5 (getting up), #6 (defending heros from another forming mob)

2010 DC Universe: Legacies, issue #6 (flashback panel to Legends moment)

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Okay but forreal, now more than ever I desperately NEED Aya to eventually wreck Fyodor's shit somehow. I already wanted her to get her revenge before, but I didn't think Fyodor would even remember or know who she was, and would massively underestimate her for that reason (just like Jouno knew that Fukuchi would underestimate her). But now the story has instead created this twisted, fucked-up dynamic between them, where Fyodor not only knows her, but is protective of her for reasons that are not his own: he has taken the pure, noble, kind, fatherly love motivating Bram to protect Aya and warped it into something horrific, vowing to protect her body only while not caring how much her heart and mind has been scarred, and claiming to be doing it for her own salvation, when he cannot possibly understand the selfless feelings Bram had that made him want to protect her and care for her — feelings that he does not have. He may genuinely have some sort of affection for children (the way he treated Karma, "blessings for the children", this), but it is twisted and hollow and is quite possibly only him unconsciously acting out the motions due to behavior instilled in him from the feelings of all the people he's subsumed in the past.

All this is to say that, now the narrative has specifically pitted Aya and Fyodor together as direct enemies: she not only had reason already to hate him because he killed Bram, but because he's also taken Bram's love for her and defiled it, dishonored it and him and all that he was; meanwhile, Fyodor has given himself an arch nemesis that he no doubt takes great pleasure in seeing how much she hates him/how much despair he's brought her, but paradoxically at the same time feels a compulsion to "protect" her that draws himself to her and that he can't ignore. Aya has to defeat him somehow (not permanently, mind you; Dazai will undoubtedly be his final end), and the setup for Bram being able to fight back enough to stop Fyodor from the inside with her help is all right there, too. Their love for each other is still enduring, stronger than ever, Fyodor is proof of that right now, and they will be able to defeat him together, at least enough that Bram can be freed and come back to Aya. Dazai told Fyodor that he would lose because he doesn't understand and underestimates the power of friendship bonds and love, and there is no better a time for that to happen than here, when he is literally using someone's strong love for and connection with someone (acting as that person and claiming to know how they feel and to be the same as them) in a way that he cannot understand, which will be his undoing.

[novadreii]

hold up. pause.

i couldn't get 15 minutes into the finale without crying. had to stop and write this. my heart SO goes out to marissa! i relate to her so hard, having been in a weirdly similar situation to her. was also with a two-faced performative leftist Nice Guy who looooooved that i'm a Strong Woman with intense energy in the beginning, and once we moved in together decided actually, i was too much. EERILY similar to ramses.

"that's what every guy feels. they love the first few months of dating me, cause the energy is so fucking great. like i get it, i've heard that before." i wanted to hug her so badly!!!! it's the most vile feeling on earth for someone to use the reasons they used to love you as the reasons they don't anymore.

meanwhile, marissa sees their difference in vibe/energy (ramses being the "calmer" one and marissa being the more intense one) as something to be celebrated and just worked around where consideration is needed. her love supersedes and she doesn't have a need to be in a relationship with someone who is exactly fucking like her.

the poor girl was so shooketh. she couldn't believe how suddenly he changed his mind, from one minute loving everything about her and wanting to get married to wanting to break up the next. god, i understand the whiplash from that shit. she is going to need therapppyyyyyyyy.

we as women need to stop thinking that men are just having a great time in a relationship with us if they haven't brought anything up!! they do not communicate the way we do. women being quiet = everything is fine. men being quiet = everything MIGHT be fine, but he could just as equally be deeply unhappy and plotting his escape/affair. they actually are sociopathic in that they can act like they love us to placate us while they find a way to fade out of the relationship. us women know that if we're done we can't even touch him anymore!

i'm so tired of seeing the pure love of women be fucking corrupted by user men. please understand that a man's emotional landscape may as well be an alien planet, they do not experience love the way we do at ALL. women love unconditionally, faithfully, like mothers. a man's love is conditional to the dopamine he gets from your presence. that's it. and because dopamine and therefore feelings fade in and out, you point blank cannot trust a man to stay by your side throughout all of your seasons of life.

maybe he's good for right now, sure, but don't depend on him being in the picture long term. imagine when you give birth and experience physical and emotional changes, or if you go through an illness, experience a personal loss, etc. most men will not hesitate to cut you loose the moment you don't make him feel good 24/7 anymore and need to lean on HIM. they don't want to be depended on, because dependence = expectations, and expectations = control = loss of freedom to a man. there is nothing more important to a man than the freedom to do whatever the fuck he pleases at all times.

please watch this show as a way to better understand how duplicitous men operate. i don't care if you don't watch reality tv bc you're better than that, neither do i, but this show is the exception.

every SINGLE man on the cast this season has displayed GIANT red flags from day 1 IF you know how to look. there isn't a single man on S7 who i would say is real husband material. whether it's being a liar, unfaithful, hiding things about their pasts, and being actual man children who have never had to lift a finger in their entire lives, it's clear this season that the casting of the men was meant to be a cautionary tale.

[wolfwarrior142]

It really is a curse to my fuckin brain that my favorite show has a character named Viren and my fave videogame has a character named Riven. Two very different characters. One a human mage, one a massive reality-bending and extremely dangerous wish dragon. Both with extremely similar names that I mix up ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

[we-are-temporary]

So no decades old healed femur (amputated leg) as a sign of a caring civilization? 🚮

[toothmarqed]

fallen prey to saying stupid shit on the internet without thinking and coming off as incredibly rude and insensitive. i feel sick to my stomach. never commenting on anything else ever again. deserve to be squashed under someone’s shoe and ground into powder. in all seriousness this has shocked me so much that i am quitting every platform but tumblr for however long it takes for me to get some sense knocked into my dumb fucking skull

[llycaons]

ig my 'unpopular opinion' (hate that term) is that lwj Should feel bad about how he treated wwx, and I'm glad he does, because that pushes him to grow as a character and make difference choices in the future. he should feel bad that he sided with the passive and corrupt clans instead of trusting wwx and being more proactive in protecting all those people. on the flipside jc's grief and misery surrounding wwx never seems to include regrets about what HE could have done differently, so he doesn't undergo any of that positive character growth, he just blames everyone around him and lashes out and sinks deeper into bitterness and contempt and fury. if he had thought about the consequences of his choices a little more, maybe he could have taken some responsibility for how it all went down too and like. acted differently when wwx returned.

but despite him going on about how family/clan is more important than anything, he doesn't even try to trust wwx, he just assumes the worst of him. and ik he's being manipulated and he's got trauma related to being abandoned, and wwx wasn't the most communicative about what was happening, but clearly he was trying to protect a group of innocent people and a child, so why couldn't jc extend to wwx an iota of good faith and like. back him up since this was clearly so important to him and also there are literal farmers and a toddler being threatened with murder? jc isn't to blame for wen chao or jgy or su she's actions, but he did have a certain amount of power in his role and he seemed determined not to use it. he publicly cut ties with wwx, allowing public sentiment to build against him, and he folded easily to demands that he kill wen ning despite having an actual argument against that. obviously being attached to the burial mounds community is politically disastrous, but lwj was speaking for wwx at the time too so it's not like jc was entirely alone. if he was a great political mind like I've seen people claim he was, he also could have curried favor with jzx through jyl's connection...idk it was important to wwx and I wish jc had been able to stand up for him or at least was capable of critically analyzing his own actions after the fact

[weaselle]

i want to talk about real life villains

Not someone who mugs you, or kills someone while driving drunk, those are just criminals. I mean VILLAINS.

Not like trump or musk, who are... cartoonishly evil. And not sexy villains, not grandiose villains, not even satisfyingly two dimensional villains it is easy to hate unconditionally. The real villains.

I had a client who was a retired executive for one of the big oil companies, i think it was Shell or Chevron. Had a home just outside of San Francisco that was wall to wall floor to ceiling full of expensive art. Literally. I once accidentally knocked a painting off the wall because it was hanging at knee height at the corner of the stairs, and it had a little brass plaque on it, and i looked up the name of the artist and it was Monet's apprentice and son-in-law, who was apparently also a famous painter. He had an original Andy Warhol, which should have been a prize piece for anyone to showcase -- it was hanging in the bathroom. I swear to god this guy was using a Chihuly (famous glass sculptor) as a fruit bowl. And he was like, "idk my wife was the one who liked art"

I was intrigued by this guy, because in the circles i run this dude is The Enemy. right? Wealthy oil executive? But as my client, he was... like a sweet grandpa. A poor widower, a nice old man, anyone who knew him would have called him a sweetheart. He had a slightly bewildered air, a sort of gentle bumbling nature.

And the fact that he was both of these things, a Sweet Little Old Man and The Enemy, at the same time, seemed important and fascinating to me.

He reminded me of some antagonist from fiction, but i couldn't put my finger on who. And when i did it all made sense.

John Hammond.

probably one of the most realistic bad guys ever written.

If you've only ever seen the movie, this will need some explaining.

Michael Crichton wrote Jurassic Park in 1990, and i read it shortly thereafter. In the movie, the dinosaurs are the antagonists, which imo erases 50% of the point of the story.

book spoilers below.

In the book, John Hammond is the villain but it takes the reader like half the book to figure that out. Just like my client, John is a sweet old man who wants lovely things for people. He's a very sympathetic character. But as the book progresses, you start to see something about him.

He has an idea, and he's sure it's a good one. When someone else dies in pursuit of his dream, he doesn't think anything of it. When other people turn out to care about that, he brings in experts to evaluate the safety of his idea, and when they quickly tell him his idea is dangerous and needs to be put on hold, he ignores his own experts that he himself hired, because they are telling him that he is wrong, and he is sure he is right.

In his mind, he's a visionary, and nobody understands his vision. He is surrounded by naysayers. Several things have proven too difficult to do the best and safest way, so he has cut corners and taken shortcuts so he can keep moving forward with his plans, but he's sure it's fine. He refuses to hear any word of caution, because he believes he is being cautious enough, and he knows best, even though he has no background in any of the sciences or professions involved. He sends his own grandchildren out into a life-threatening situation because he is willfully ignorant of the danger he is creating.

THIS is like the real villains of the world. He doesn't want anyone to die. Far from it, he only wants good things for people! He's a sweet old man who loves his grandchildren. But he has money and power and refuses to hear that what he is doing is dangerous for everyone, even his own family.

I think he's possibly one of the most important villains ever written in popular fiction.

In the book, he is killed by a pack of the smallest, cutest, "least dangerous" dinosaurs, because a big part of why we read fiction is to see the villains face thematic justice. But like a cigarette CEO dying of lung cancer, his death does not stop his creation from spreading out into the world to continue to endanger everyone else.

I think it is really important to see and understand this kind of villainy in fiction, so you can recognize it in real life.

Sweetheart of a grandfather. Wanted the best for everyone. Right up until what was best for everyone inconvenienced the pursuit of his own interests.

And my client was like that too. His wife had died, and his dog was now the love of his life, and she was this little old dog with silky hair in a hair cut that left long wispy bits on her lower legs. Certain plant materials were easily entangled in this hair and impossible to get out without pulling her hair which clearly hurt her. When i suggested he ask his groomer to trim her lower leg hair short to avoid this, he refused, saying he really liked her usual hair cut.

I emphasized that she was in pain after every walk due to the plant debris getting caught in her leg hair, and a simple trim could put an end to her daily painful removal of it, and he just frowned like i'd recommended he take a bath in pig shit and said "But she'll be ugly" and refused to talk about it anymore.

Sweet old man though. Everyone loved him.