#but no matter how hard he tries it's still wrong wrong wrong

[insidekatmind]

Crossword~Cho Sang-Woo

Wearning:+18,smut

You walk into the living room with a smile on your lips, expecting to find your husband, Sang Woo, ready to spend some time with you. Instead, you find him sitting on the couch, his back slightly hunched forward, eyes glued to a crossword puzzle resting on his knees. The silence in the room is broken only by the sound of his pencil scratching against the paper as he fills in one box after another with almost obsessive precision.

"Love," you say gently, sitting down next to him. No response. Not even a glance.

Curious, you lean in to peek at the crossword, but he tilts it slightly to shield it from your view, as if it were a matter of life and death. You raise an eyebrow. You know how much Sang Woo loves challenges, but you never thought a simple crossword could glue him to the couch like this, making him completely oblivious to your presence.

You decide to test your limits. You move a little closer, resting your head on his shoulder. "Don’t you think you’ve spent enough time on that thing?" you whisper near his ear.

He sighs, still not looking away. "Just a moment... I'm almost done."

Almost done? No, you can't accept that. You stand up and kneel where he was sitting. You smirked at him and unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers while he was still focused on the crossword.

Sang Woo instantly stops writing, his pen freezing in place on the page. He looks down at you, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance, a slight frown on his lips. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice low and gruff. He tries to sound disapproving but fails; the annoyance in his voice is overpowered by the hint of arousal seeping in.

You stroke his butt making him moan. “Nothing love, think about the crossword” you say with false innocence.

Sang Woo’s grip on the pen tightens, his knuckles turning white. He glares at you, but there’s a hint of playfulness, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "You’re being a little distracting right now," he says, his voice betraying a hint of huskiness. "Trying to make me lose focus?"

You smile and take his cock in your mouth sucking on it. Sang Woo lets out an involuntary moan, the sound escaping his lips before he can suppress it. He quickly bites his lower lip, eyes widening as he struggles to concentrate on the crossword.

"You’re really trying to push my buttons, aren’t you?" he managed to say, his voice trembling slightly. He tries to hold back, to stay focused, but he can’t deny the sensations flooding his body. You can see his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, the heat radiating off his skin.

"You’re making this... very hard, you know that?" he says, his words coming out through clenched teeth. You suck faster and move your tongue in circular motions.

Sang Woo's grip on the pen tightens so much the poor thing might end up broken. His breathing becomes faster, shallower, his chest rising and falling with every inhale and exhale. "If you keep on doing this, I'm not going to concentrate at all," he says, his voice strained and a bit hoarse.

At his words you suck faster and look at him with your seductive doe eyes. He moans again, his grip on the pen growing even tighter. His hand trembles slightly, the crossword becoming harder and harder to complete without spelling anything wrong. His expression is a mix of pleasure and frustration, his eyes locked onto yours, unable to look away."You're... really enjoying this, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

You could feel his body tense up, his muscles straining under your touch. His breathing becomes more labored, and you can see the sweat beading on his brow. Sang Woo tries to keep his composure, but he's losing control. The crossword is still on his lap, untouched, his pen in his hand forgotten. His fingers, trembling, reach to touch your face, his touch both gentle and needy.

"You're going to drive me crazy," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand moves from your face to your hair, tangling his fingers in it, pulling slightly, wanting more, but also not wanting to lose control completely. He lets out another moan, his head rolling back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

You feel sang-woo's hands on your hair and he fucks your mouth while moaning loudly. His grip on your hair tightens, his fingers grasping desperately, needing something to hold onto as he loses himself in the pleasure. "Ah, god, you're... amazing," he gasps, his head tilting back, his breathing uneven and shaky. With his free hand he tosses the pen and crossword to the side, his focus completely directed to you, his eyes locked onto yours.

You moan feeling his thrusts into your mouth harder and Sang-woo grunts. “that's right pretty girl, let's suck cock like this” he says pulling your hair. His words are both commanding and praising, and you can hear the neediness in his voice, the desperation. He wants more, and he's barely holding himself back, his fingers tangled in your hair, his gaze intense and unwavering. His motions grow erratic, his breath growing more ragged, the sounds escaping his lips a mix of moans and guttural grunts. He's losing control, completely.

There is no trace of the composed and put-together businessman you know, just a man driven to his most primal instincts, his need for pleasure overwhelming his restraint. He's all yours now, his body completely at your mercy, his words reduced to a mixture of broken moans and half-sentences.

You moan and alternate your sucks with licks, sending him over the edge. "Mmm... you're such a goddess," he moans, his voice barely above a whisper. "You make me feel so many things, so many things I can't even put into words." His fingers loosen their grip on your hair slightly, moving to caress your face, his touch suddenly tender.

He pushes your head further towards his cock, making you gag. His moans and the sound of your mouth on his cock could be heard in the room. “You're driving me crazy, you know that?” he says, his words broken and his breathing labored. He cums in your throat and then drags you across his legs, pressing you against his body, surrounding you with his arms.

“You're like a drug and I'm completely addicted to it.”

[chosaraki]

Between Scratches and Caresses.

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The icy breeze cut the port hard, and the waves hit the concrete pillars with a deep sound, as if the sea itself was reflecting the tension that hung over the environment. The sky was cloudy, obscuring even more the scene where I was. The confrontation with Eli Jang had not been easy to digest, and Hyunjin jin’s face, with the war scratches left by Eli, consumed me. My gaze fixed on the marks on his skin was of pure anger. How did he dare?

We were at the edge of the pier, the sound of the screams of some sailors in the background did not help to dissipate the loaded weather. Hyunjin was there, motionless, trying to look calm, but his eyes denounced the tiredness of the fight and the pain of the marks on his face.

"He did that to you, Hyunjin ," my voice sounded like a low growl, and my anger could not be contained. Not only for the fight itself, but for Eli's boldness. "He won't get away with it."

Hyunjin tried to calm me down, as he always did. His smile was soft, but the concern was visible, despite his attempt to look indifferent. "You know you don't have to worry about it. I'm already fine."

But for me, that was unacceptable. I needed to do something, something so that he knew how much I was willing to take care of him. No matter how much he said everything was fine, the scratches on his face tormented me. Eli will regret having done this.

I approached him and carefully held his face. The touch of my hands on 'Hyunjin’s cheeks made him close his eyes, as if surrendering to the moment of care. Before anything else, I began to gently kiss each scratch, trying to relieve the pain he still felt. With each kiss, the scratches seemed more insignificant, as if my attention on them made them disappear little by little.

He was quiet, but I could see the slight pink color that took his cheeks, indicating that he was awkward, as if it were something out of the ordinary for him. What made me want to kiss him even more, intensifying the care, as if my anger was transformed into that touch. Each time my lips touched his skin, he seemed a little more relaxed, and a small but sincere smile appeared on his lips. But that didn't erase the anger I felt for Eli.

Suddenly, Eli, who until that moment was just watching, took a hesitant step towards us. I stared at him with fiery eyes. "Do you have anything to say, Eli?" I asked, the anger evident in my voice.

He seemed uncomfortable, but with a sincere look in his eyes. "I... I'm really sorry for what happened, I knew I shouldn't have gone so far in the fight," he said, with a low voice, as if he regrets what he had done.

I stared at him with an impassive look, but my heart was a little calmer. "This is not something that can be fixed with words, Eli," I said, without trying to disguise the frustration. "He didn't deserve this. You can apologize, but his pain won't disappear just because you said a few words."

Meanwhile, Hyunjin , still with his face slightly blushed by my caresses, looked at Eli and shook his head. "It's over, Eli. You don't need to be so worried. Just don't do it again."

But then, something peculiar happened. Hyunjin looked at the backpack that was next to him and, with a slightly disconcerted smile, pulled a small box from inside. Without saying anything, he opened the box and revealed its contents. Inside it, there were hundreds of K-pop photo cards. Cards that were clearly not authentic, with images of the most popular idols, but with slightly... wrong details.

I gaped. "What... are these, Hyunjin ?"

He smiled in a somewhat locked way, as if he was ashamed of what he was about to reveal. "They are fake photo cards. It's not a big deal, but I sell these to collectors. I'm not a drug dealer, just... business." He laughed nervously, trying to soften what seemed like an unusual revelation.

I was speechless for a moment. Was Hyunjin selling fake K-pop? Cards that imitated the real ones, but with a wrong touch, an imperceptible flaw for many, but visible to those who really understood K-pop. It was surprising, but somehow it made sense with his unpredictable nature. He was never someone easy to understand.

Eli, not knowing what to say, looked at the box and then at Hyunjin jin, with a funny expression. "Wow, Hyunjin ... so you're not just a fighter, right? There's also a K-pop business side, right?" He laughed a little, trying to relieve the tension.

"I'm nothing like that. I only see one opportunity in the market. And I'm not doing anything wrong. People like these cards, and I sell them. Simple as that."

Eli's reaction was a surprise disguised as laughter, but he no longer seemed as uncomfortable as before. Hyunjin had this effect on people, even when he was involved with something so... eccentric.

Meanwhile, I looked at him, still with the scratches visible on his face. I had an ironic smile on my face, even while taking care of him with affection. Deep down, that's what I liked most about Hyunjin jin. Your unpredictability, your nature that always surprised me. And now, he was there, with his box of K-pop fakes, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You're really a case, Hyunjin ," I said, with a smile. "But it doesn't matter. I like you the way you are."

Eli, seeing the whole scene, didn't say anything else. I knew he had sincerely apologized, but at the same time, I knew I couldn't forget what had happened. Not until Hyunjin jin was completely fine.

Anyway, while Hyunjin jin looked at the box of counterfeit cards and Eli watched us from afar, all that mattered at that moment was the connection between the two of us. I would take care of him, no matter what happened. And Hyunjin knew that, more than anyone else.

The port was still there, the wind was still blowing cold, but there, at that moment, with him by my side, I knew that nothing else mattered.

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Where the wind whispers secrets, anger gradually dissipated in soft caresses. The scratches on Hyunjin jin’s face, a consequence of a fight with Eli, consumed me, but my care for him turned hatred into affection. As my lips touched his skin, his flushed cheeks were the reflection of the silent love I nurtured. Hyunjin jin, with his box of fake K-pop cards, revealed his unexpected facet, and I, between the ironic smile and the affection, knew that, in the end, what mattered most was to be next to him, in the middle of the storm.

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[11queensupreme11]

I love where we're taking this Cheating Cu story, and I’m really enjoying it!

What I think would be funny is if the mistress tried to corner Percy and slapped or attacked her. I know it’s not possible, but I like the hypothetical situation we have going on—so let’s just pretend that she did. What would make it even more fun is if the attack left a visible mark on Percy’s skin, like a handprint on her cheek or a bruise on her arm from being grabbed too hard. What I think would get the yandere's attention is if it left a mark or if they saw Percy crying because of it.

Now, imagine the Yanderes or other family members seeing the aftermath or the attack happening in real time. They would absolutely LOSE their minds! I bet they’d come up with over a 100 different ways to torture or kill the mistress on the spot.

And if she attacked Percy in front of one or all of the Yanderes and their kids? Oh, that would make things even worse. The sheer chaos that would follow would be insane!

If possible, could you give us their reaction to witnessing it or seeing her cry because of the mistress?

i love you guys for never failing to find ways to make this au messier and messier 😂😂😂 it's like watching my favorite dramas, more dramatic shit is always piling on to each other to create one big mess

if the mistress ever tried to (or actually did) hurt percy in front of the yans and their kids, they would ALL lose their shit but the one who loses it worse would be........ cú chulainn!

(you guys probably thought i'd say poseidon or something huh???)

but yeah it's cú chulainn! listen, this whole mess is all HIS fault and he knows it. he had an affair, didn't see anything wrong with his actions when his wife confronted him about it. dismissed her feelings, and then became worried as fuck seeing how depressed she became. then the guilt comes, and now he finally acknowledges his wrongdoing but at that point, percy's already giving him the cold shoulder no matter how hard he tries to apologize. and now she's getting ready to leave for midgard, AND THEN THE MISTRESS ANNOUNCES HER PREGNANCY.....

then the bitch has the AUDACITY to try and hurt percy. he's the first to notice it and practically tackles her LMAO 😭😭😭 he's been so hyperfocused on percy for months now that he instantly notices the mistress trying to attack and that's why he reacts first and faster. honestly, he would literally just kill her in a blind rage before anyone can even realize what's happening 💀

...... but hey, no more mistress and bastard baby to worry about! (percy's still heartbroken tho and she's definitely going to midgard after this mess)

poseidon is furious that the whore tried to raise a hand against his daughter-wife and even more furious that cú chulainn managed to do something about it before he could smh. you'd think he'd be grateful, but nope! he still hates the dude's guts. this is all HIS fault after all.

hades would stiffly thank cú chulainn for the save but that's all he's getting from him. he'll be more focused on making sure percy's okay and getting her and the other girls out of the room away from the crime scene

anubis is fuming that cú chulainn managed to stop the crazy lady first. he saw it happen before he did, he swears!!!! cú chulainn was just... closer! yeah, that's all! anyways, he rushes after percy to make sure she's okay and pretty much hogs her the entire day.

beelzebub's just relieved that cú chulainn's act didn't do him any favors with percy. he is disappointed tho that the mistress was killed so quickly. he would've liked to torture her and the baby first...

apollo's shrieking like an ambulance siren the entire time LMAO 😂😂 he has no idea what just happened because he was too busy trying to get to percy to comfort her, but he's not gonna thank cú chulainn for the save! in his eyes, he still needs to suffer! pity his stupid whore couldn't suffer with him...

loki's glad percy was saved, but now he's pissed at cú chulainn for killing his mistress too quickly. he'd throw out accusations like "you probably killed her quickly so we wouldn't be able to get our hands on her! admit it, you cared about the dumb bitch, didn't you?!" anything to make him look worse in percy's eyes lol

[kathlare]

unblocked feelings

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie finds herself at a crossroads of emotions as she reflects on the past year since her breakup with Lando. Despite her efforts to move on, a moment of weakness leads her to unblock him on social media, reopening old wounds and feelings.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: none

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August 25th, 2022 - London, United Kingdom

Amelie stood in the middle of her London apartment, her eyes scanning the room as she tidied up. It wasn’t much—just a few stray items here and there that needed putting away, some books scattered across the coffee table. Her mind was elsewhere, though. She had just come back from a long rehearsal for her upcoming tour, and even though she loved performing, the grind of preparing had her exhausted. The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that left room for thoughts to creep in.

She pulled the couch cushions back into place, and as her hands moved absentmindedly, her mind drifted back to the last few weeks. The tour was approaching, and she had been focusing all her energy on that. But it was hard to keep herself distracted from everything else. From the noise in her head. From the things she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried.

The thought hit her like a wave, unexpected but overwhelming. Lando.

It had been over a year since they’d last spoken. A year since their relationship, whatever it had been, crumbled. The mess, the heartbreak, the silence—it still lingered in the back of her mind. She'd blocked him on everything when it ended, and for a long time, that had been the best decision she could have made. His face, his stories, his posts—they were too much. Every time she saw him living his life, it hurt her. Every time she saw him, her heart ached. She had tried to move on, to push the memories away, but it was hard when he was everywhere. And the worst part? She missed him. She missed him more than she cared to admit.

Amelie shook her head, trying to shake the thought away, but the more she tried to push it down, the more persistent it became. She could almost feel the temptation creeping in, a tug at her chest. The pull to check his social media. To see what he was up to. It was stupid, she knew. She didn’t want to be that person. But God, the curiosity was eating at her.

She set down the stack of papers she’d been holding and sat on the couch. She grabbed her phone from the table and unlocked it, her fingers hovering over the Instagram icon. For a moment, she hesitated. She had done so well at not checking up on him. She had kept her distance. But what harm would it do?

Just one quick glance, she thought, almost convincing herself. It’s been a year, what’s the worst that could happen?

Amelie tapped the Instagram icon, her heart pounding in her chest. The screen loaded, and her fingers swiped to Lando’s profile—just out of curiosity. She hadn’t unblocked him yet. That had been a decision she’d made long ago to protect herself. She didn’t want to see him, to have him linger in her thoughts every time he posted something. Blocking him had felt like a lifeline at the time. But now, here she was, struggling to ignore the pull.

Her thumb hovered over the block button. The decision seemed so trivial now, but it wasn’t. She knew the pain she’d felt the last time she'd checked on him, when they’d both been in different worlds. She’d seen the photos of him moving on with someone else, and it had shattered her all over again. She’d promised herself never again.

But curiosity won out.

With a shaky breath, Amelie pressed the unblock button, her finger moving almost too quickly for her to process. The moment she unblocked him, it felt like the floodgates had opened. Her phone screen refreshed, and there it was—Lando’s feed. His face, his life, all there for her to see. For the first time in over a year, it felt like a drug. It felt like she was finally allowing herself to breathe again, but it also felt wrong.

She began scrolling, slowly at first, taking in the photos. His usual stuff—races, travel, friends. And then there it was. The picture that made her heart stop in her chest.

Lando with Lusinha.

The shot was from a few weeks ago—he had his arm around her, his signature grin on display, the kind of smile that used to be reserved for her. Amelie’s breath caught in her throat. She could feel the burn in her stomach, that familiar ache from a year ago. The hurt that had pushed her to block him in the first place, the reason she’d run away and hidden herself from his world. But now, it felt worse. It felt like she had opened an old wound, only to see it reopen even deeper.

Her fingers trembled as she held the phone in front of her. She stared at the picture, trying to tell herself that it wasn’t a big deal, that she didn’t care, that she shouldn’t care. But she did. She fucking cared.

She tried to breathe through it. She knew Lando had moved on—of course he had. Why wouldn’t he? They hadn’t been together in over a year. And yet, seeing it like this, seeing him with someone else, felt like a punch to the gut. She had never seen him this happy with someone else. And the jealousy. God, the jealousy came rushing in, hot and suffocating.

She turned her head to the side, her eyes burning, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. But the temptation to scroll more was too big. She found herself looking through his other posts—pictures with his friends, casual race photos. His life was moving forward, just like it should. And still, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to be a part of it. Wanting to be there with him again, in some capacity, even if it was just through the screen.

But then, her mind snapped back to reality. She remembered the last time she had checked on him—how painful it had been. She remembered the way it had hurt her to see him happy with someone else, while she felt lost and broken. The pain of their last conversation still echoed in her ears. The way he’d told her that she was “too busy” for him, while he had already started talking to Lusinha.

No, she thought. She couldn’t do this. Not again.

Amelie threw her phone down on the couch, as if it had burned her. Her hands shook, and she wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her knees to her chest. She could feel the tears starting to burn at the corners of her eyes, but she swallowed them down. She wouldn’t cry over this. Not again.

After a few minutes, she stood up, pacing the room. She reached for her phone and turned it off. Just like that, it was done. She didn’t need to see any more. She didn’t need to be reminded of the past, or of the man who had once been everything to her. He was happy now, and so should she be.

But the truth was, the wound had been opened again, and it was going to take more than a few seconds of scrolling to close it. Amelie exhaled sharply, her fingers pressing into her forehead as she tried to calm herself.

Lando was no longer a part of her life. That chapter was closed. She just needed to remember that. She wasn’t going to open that door again.

But even as she thought that, a small part of her whispered, What if? What if he was the missing piece she didn’t know she needed? And she hated herself for even considering it. She hated how much she still cared.

[sufferu]

Would you say that one of sources of miscommunication that happens in BTZ stems from the fact that everyone kinda still views Subaru from how he USED to be instead of how he is currently?

In some of your asks, I notice you say that no one really notices how bad things are for Subaru because they don’t really see anything wrong, or they don’t bother talking about things they KNOW would bother him because they assume he’s either over it or just didn’t notice it due to him being dense.

But all of that hinged on what they knew about THEIR Subaru didn’t it? They all kinda seem to operate on what they think THEIR Subaru would do. Without ever even considering that if everything changed for Subaru it might also change Subaru himself. It’s like they wanted him to get rid of his bad habits but still stay the exact same personality wise, like they honestly didn’t consider that he would be different AT ALL.

Even in your BTZ II snippets theres this kinda wistful thing going on like: ‘He’s still the same old Subaru. God I love him.’ Meanwhile Subaru (and me) are quietly freaking out in the background.

I think why a lot of people are going ‘they can’t possibly be THIS blind’ is not only because we see his perspective but also due to us viewing the two Subarus as completely different people from the start and reacting to how we think a normal person we aren’t personally close should be treated.

Like yeah a stranger who was watching all this would be like ‘dude wtf was that for? You guys suck and this boy should get away from you YESTERDAY’.

I love your writing but damn I would be lying if I said it wasn’t giving me second hand emotional damage.

You’re spot on, actually. It’s not the ONLY factor, but their experiences with past!Subaru are absolutely blinding them to the discrepancies that exist between him and the Subaru of the present moment. It’s why Julius sees Subaru insisting on sparring with him every morning and getting pouty if he lets him win as Subaru wanting him to play rough, as opposed to Subaru feeling a need to prove himself. It’s why Rem watches him try desperately to help clean and thinks about how he’s always hated sitting still and letting others do all the work for him, because there’s no use in wondering WHY he feels the need to pitch in so often when she already feels like she has rhe answer. It’s why Emilia hears Subaru talking her into asking Julius to dance with her as him being his extraordinarily empathetic self who just wants her to be happy, instead of as him concluding that he will never be good enough for her no matter how hard he tries. There are some differences they notice here and there, but for the most part Subaru’s actions can so easily slot into their preconceptions of his personality that they just…don’t feel the need to interrogate it all that closely.

It’s not the only factor, lol, not by a long shot. But it’s a big one, yeah.

[timperi-fan]

I think that adult Timmy would be attracted to men/women who remind him of Cosmo and Wanda.

Not consciously, of course. He just always tends to hook up with dumb men with dyed hair, and he's attracted to business casual wear. He likes heavy set women with curly hair, and pink lipstick is a HUGE bonus.

But these hook-ups that Timmy engages in always leave him feeling empty after, like he's scraped himself raw. He doesn't understand why, because he enjoyed it. He had a good time, really, he did, so why—?

Why does it feel like something is missing?

[oceanwithouthermoon]

"i dont hate this female character, i just have a nuanced take on her" and the nuanced take is comically stereotypical misogyny

[dykedvonte]

wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.

[al-luviec]

juvie buddies

[greasydumbfuck]

nobody understands frank like i do (i do not understand him either)

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Pokémon Horizons Episode 26 spoilers under the cut!

OH SO WE WEREN'T BEING JUST DELUSIONAL,,,,,, THEY'RE DOING IT,,,,,,,,,,,, THEY'RE ACTUALLY DOING IT,,,, , ,

[mechieonu]

painfully obsessed over the michael! murderer au

[sensitivegoblin]

AHG!!!!!!!!!!!

Im screaming until my throat hurts in my mind

[theredcuyo]

Bruce tries to figure out why his kids tend to fall asleep when they're under his cape, because it's been happening since Dick was Robin and twice with Jason could be a coincidence, but it's still happening by the time Damian arrives, so there has to be something there

It's the weight? They do like they weighted blankets, but that doesn't seem to be it

He's doing experiments, anything but asking, really-

And it's not like they'd actually tell him that the real reason it's not the cape itself, but the fact that to be covered by it they're being carried by him

They're being hold by their dad, and can hide into the little darkness that it makes, making a little warm, safe, comfortable place because of the man who's wearing the cape

Most of the kids cried upon realizing this, they hadn't felt like that in a long time, or ever before

But since then, it was always a nice thing for them, no matter how big they got

Dick had tried to forget about it when he fought with Bruce, but the first time he had to be carried around after patrol together again, it was still there

Jason had almost actually forgotten when he came back, and by the time he was in good terms with B, he definitely was too big for it, right? Wrong, when they got attacked with fear gas and he was the last to be able to get out of it, he found himself in that same old warm place

Tim felt wrong about it at first, not his place, like everything, he remainded himself, but as time went on, he found himself craving for it sometimes, to an embarassing point where Bruce will just start opening his cape to him every. Night. Not that Tim will say no to it. Bruce does that to him, it's almost a routine by now

Cass and Damian have always liked to hide in there for "surprise factor" but if they stay in for longer, and Bruce knows they'll doze off, it's not a problem either

It gets a bit hard when it happens at the same time though

It was one of the first things they all did when Bruce was back from the time stream, a nice way to process the idea that he was back with them-

[llycaons]

wang lingjiao was unrepentantly a child murderer who encouraged sadistic vengeance and the violent conquest and massacre of hundreds of innocent people and then disrespected their dead bodies but I can't find it in me to hate her. she's too poorly written for that. the story is like look, an evil slut commoner who dares rise in rank and talks back to nobles as if she has that right! she's disloyal, cruel, clumsily manipulative, self-serving, and violently jealous! doesn't she wear too much makeup and simper too much at wen chao? and I'm like yeah she did kill a bunch of people....but she could be fun you never know. do you think she liked girls

[mrsbarnesblog]

just us

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summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities

word count: 1.8k.

warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe

a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 🥹 this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.

Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topper’s girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.

Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face. 

You didn’t even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.

“Look what you did! Is this okay?” Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you weren’t able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. “There was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!” Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself. 

“Oh my God.” You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes. 

“Don’t look, baby.” Rafe’s deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it. 

“All right, but it was only one.” Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Kie…” You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that. 

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. “There’s something wrong with you, people.” Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face. 

“I’m leaving, Rafe.” Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. “I’m sorry again for them, Kie.”

“No, wait, Y/N.” He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. “This is not—“

“I don’t want to be here. I didn’t sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?” You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. “I don’t even know why we’re here, why you are here, when you clearly don’t enjoy it anymore.” 

“Listen, this is not so easy, okay?” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help. 

“You are not like them, they are not your friends, don’t you understand it?” The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head. 

He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit. 

“This dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So I’m leaving. Alone or with you.” You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe. 

“What did you just call me?” Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you. 

“I called you a dumb fucking bitch, didn’t you hear me?” You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. “Or are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?” 

“That’s rich, coming for a pogue. It’s just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, it’s not my problem.” 

“A cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.” Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.

“I want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I don’t care. I’m done with them, Rafe.” Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.

“Hey, no, I’m not staying, okay?” Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them. 

The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms. 

“Aw, look at you.” You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. “Go back to your side of the island, you’re not one of us. Don’t even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when you’re just another dirty toy to—“

Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. “Wanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.”

“You’re not seriously protecting the pogue. She’s not on our side.” Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back. 

“C’mon, Rafe…” He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more. 

You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.

“It’s okay, Ray.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep. 

“You’re lucky that I don’t hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. “Control, your crazy bitch, Top.” 

As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him. 

His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up. 

“You’re right.” He said simply. “I’m not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didn’t like what happened today.” You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. “If—if I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? You’re the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. You’re the only one who I can trust, baby.”

His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips. 

“This is the right decision. You’ve overgrown them, you’re a better man now. And i’ll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess it’s just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.

“Just us, baby.”