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Very good description of how it feels to discuss antiblackness in the current social climate
#saved tiktoks#in this specific case yes there is something that is clearly more important#but do you really know how many times we hear that even when there isnât?#we canât have anything without it being taken or misconstrued#and then when we speak on it it is ALWAYS prioritized under whatever is happening at the given moment#there doesnât have to be a genocide currently taking place for people to deprioritize black pain and upset#and what happens when there is is this co opting of a very real tragedy and injustice to silence black people by acting as though no one is#capable of caring about multiple things and causes at once#I am always black! I cannot stop caring about my life as a black person when other people are also suffering! that does not mean I do not#care about the suffering of others and will not do what I can to support them and stand in solidarity with them
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What was in the bag? G.S.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Wife!Reader
wc: 1516 | cw: Gojo is annoying, fem!Reader, Married, Pre established couple, mentions of bounty&death, FLUFF
Description: Gojo's students meet his wife without knowing it's his wife. Spoiler alert, they think you're his mom.
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You werenât really a secret per se.. more of underwraps.
Married to Satoru Gojo, strongest man alive in modern times, you were kind of on the radar for multiple things. Bountyâs on your head reaching over 600 million yen, though theyâve never actually gotten you.
And your daughter, itâs even worse. The highest youâve heard of was 1 Billion yen, but as Satoru always tells you, he wouldnât have married someone unable to take care of themselves. You were strong on your own, sure, not a special grade, but a high Grade 1.
You were more than capable of taking care of your family.
âSora, ready to go?â You coo at her, looking down at her. She babbles in responde, kicking her legs and thrusting them up and down. Itâs quite funny.
You are wearing a big hat, large sunglasses and a mask, your 5 month old daughter only wearing the hat and glasses. Her body facing your chest.
A large, garbage bag sits at the door. You recall Satoru texting you to bring it to the school because he forgot it, so with a sigh, you take it in your hand.
Itâs heavy, but not unbearably so.
You embark on your journey to the school, which was only about two miles away if you walked, so it was nothing. The only thing concerning you at the moment would be the summer heat beating down on the two of you, wondering if it would be too hot for the small child, but you push on.
âOkay Sora, you have to be good.â You tell her, her big blue eyes staring into yours as you slip on her small glasses. Her hands go up to her face, trying to take them off, but you stop her. Thatâs when she begins to whine.
âSora,â you sigh, pressing the hat further down your head. You want to chuckle at her pouty face, her white hair curling over the rim of her small sun hat. You step out of the house into the sun, the large trash bag in your hand. âWeâre going to see Papa, but you need to be a good girl.â You tell her, your free hand patting her back, her front pressed onto you from the carrier sheâs strapped to that brings you two together.
Immediately, her small whines stop. She looks up at you, her mouth slightly open. âYes, your papa is at work, and we will visit him.â You tell her in a higher pitch, and she begins to babble out of happiness once more.
Itâs been about thirty minutes, Sora taking a nap and you still holding the trash bag. You gain many stares, but you donât seem to care.
Behind you, someone creeps up. You can feel an immense amount of cursed energy from him, causing you to tense up, and youâre sure Sora can feel it too as she begins to whine again.
âExcuse me?â The person begins, and you assume the person behind you is male from their tone. To turn around, eyebrows furrowed and free hand to your baby's head, pressing her further into you.
âYou seemed to be struggling with the bag, so Iââ he stammers, and you really look at him. No evil intentions, but that dangerous cursed energy coming from him alarms you.
Heâs got pink hair, and a very child-like face. His hand is at the back of his head, scratching awkwardly. You take notice of his uniform, and all that tenseness dissipates. âAre you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?â You ask him, and his eyes go wide.
He shakes his head, hands thrown up. âNo-! No, no! Iâmâ a student! From Sendai, Iâm on my way to school!â
You deadpan, heâs clearly lying. Raising an eyebrow, you scoff, âSendai? What are you doing here in Tokyo. And anyway,â you glance at his uniform, the head holding Soraâs head presses on one of the gold buttons, âI know a Jujutsu Sorcererâs uniform when I see one. No need to lie, Iâm one too.â You confess, finger to your lips(though theyâre covered by the mask) like you just told him a secret.
âO-oh! I feel a little embarrassed now..â he tells you bashfully.
âAre you a first year?â
He blinks, nodding slow. âYeah, I am.â
âGreat! Where is Satoru Gojo?â You ask him, and again, he blinks. âI think⌠he went to get some dessert.â
You groan, readjusting your hat further down.
He leans down, taking the bag from you before stumbling from its weight.
âShe was carrying this!?â
He smiles, re-adjusting it in his hold, then thanking God for his strength.
âIf itâs too heavy you can leave it on the ground.â You grumble, sitting under a tree on the stone ledge that surrounds it. The two of you sit under the shade, and Sora, now fully awake, is kicking her legs out. You pull her from the carrier, still facing you, you bounce her on your knee.
The two of you still adorned in your heavy disguises as another person comes by. A girl, wearing a Jujutsu Uniform, brown hairâ though clearly dyedâ cut into a cute bob. You chuckle, it reminds you of Shoko.
âWhatâs taking you so longâ OHMYGOD!?â She shouts, staring at you. You probably scared her.. you think, but when she steps to you, kneeling to you and asking if you were a celebrity, sweat drops.
âHm?â
âI'm asking if youâre a celebrity. A model? Maybe an actress.â
You find yourself laughing, shaking your head at her antics. âNo, Iâm afraid not.â
âA singer! See you have a very nice voice.â
Your head tilts, confused with a hint of embarrassmentâ though you end up laughing it offâ it seems they donât know who you are.
Sora, still in your arms, is again pressing her hands to her face, knocking her glasses off.
The girl, which you still haven't learned her name, bends down, picking up her glasses and when she leans back up, she sees Sora, looking down at her. Her big blue eyes staring back into the sorceressâ brown ones.
âHoly shit.â She murmurs, wordlessly giving you back her glasses. You stare puzzled, watching as she stands up and walks back to the other boy.
âThatâ that woman is Gojoâs MOM! She must've been hit by a curse that takes her to the future, because the baby sheâs holding is a literal baby Gojo!â Nobara informs Yuuji in whisper, who shakes his head at her.
âNo way,â he glances back at you and Sora, who is now tearing off her head revealing her snow white hair. She blinks at him, showcasing her beautiful eyesâ identical to his teacher'sâ and he gapes.
âSee! I told you!â She whispers back.
What they donât realize is that their teacher is looming over them. âWhatâre you two whispering about?â He asks with a teasing grin, his hands in his pockets, around his arm is a paper bag of Kikufuku.
âYour mom!â Yuuji and Nobara tell him, pointing to the disguised woman. They still havenât seen her face, but the baby was enough evidence for them.
Megumi stares at them like their idiots, even worse when he watches what his teacher and caretaker does next.
He glances at the woman, then smiling. âMommy!â He shouts, walking up to her with a wave.
You look up and frown. His students stare at the supposed reunion with him and his mother, his hands to your face pulling off your glasses, then your hat, then ripping your mask off. The three are unable to see your face, though Megumi already knows what you look like.
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, then one to the top of the Soraâs head. Still, his students canât see your face, but their faces are disgusted. âWhat the hell do you do with your mom?â They asked, Megumi glancing at them like they were stupid.
Satoru laughs, âThatâs the beautiful Mommy of my child,â he tells them, watching them go from relaxed to pure shock.
âWHAT YOU DIDNâT TELL US?! AND YOU HAVE A KID?!"
âNO ONE KNEW?!â
âMegumi knew!â Satoru chirps, and the boyâs friends turned to him. âYou knew he was married and didnât say anything.â
âThat guy has nothing to do with me.â Megumi tells them, rolling his eyes at his friends interrogating him.
Theyâre extremely loud, loud wnough to the poiny where touâre getting embarrassed.
âExcuse me?â You speak up, and they all turn to you. Your face on full display, and this causes them to gape further. âCould you guys be just a little bit moreââ
âHOW DID YOU BAG THAT GOJO-SENSEI?!â Nobara asks, pointing at you them him.
He laughs, throwing his head back at the chaos.
Megumi shakes his head, and you stand up, Sora back in the carrier. You take Megumi and walk off with a sigh, still able to hear their screams in the distance along with Satoruâs laughter.
âWhat was in the bag?â Megumi asks in a disinterested tone.
You, looking ahead, think about it before shrugging.
âNo clue.â
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x you#jjk#gojo fluff#gojo x y/n#gojo x wife reader#jujutsu gojo#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x you#satoru x y/n#gojou x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo married
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Angst time :3 đ
The Traveller takes down several Fatui resources to cripple them, specifically Dottore's channels since he is currently the biggest threat so far between the Eleven, he had presented himself as someone cunning and wouldn't stop for anything for his research. Rigid and unreasonable unless there is a bargaining chip.
The Traveller spares nothing. From the Traveller partnering up with Beidou to sink multiple Fatui vessels carrying materials. To going after the many, many Fatui stations in Sumeru with Dehya and Candace.
The Traveller did so in hopes of making Dottore more agreeable, he won't listen to anything unless control has been taken from him.
It works, but not in the way the Traveller had anticipated.
Dottore laid down arms not because of his experiments slowing down to a mere crawl, no - it's because his lover's condition has grown severe.
All those channels the Traveller had pruned? They had the materials needed to create the medicine his lover needed on a daily basis.
All those rare cultivated materials, gone. Either lost to sea or set ablaze. Ever since the cut-off, Prime himself and his segments have been scrambling to look for alternatives in Snezhnaya until they could get a hold of the proper materials.
But it is not enough, his lover his rapidly deteriorating and he could only stall it.
What has the Traveller done...? Unwittingly holding the Second Harbinger's heart hostage by chance. They can now make their demands, but - the Traveller is certain that Dottore will soon retaliate once this crisis is over.
The Doctor was not a man to mess with.
Well, any normal person wouldn't mess with any of the Harbingers in general, but it's no surprise that Il Dottore is especially on this list, taking into account his sheer strength, along with intelligence and cleverness that was hard to find elsewhere. The Traveler was no stranger to this, considering everything that went down in Sumeru as well as the numerous other deeds the Harbinger had done. Not to mention they remember how tough the Knave was, they couldn't fathom what Dottore was capable of. So although this isn't their usual course of action, they don't hold anything back. It's a lot of work, so much, to even cause a dent in the Harbinger's operations considering how many steps he is ahead of them. The blonde almost thinks it's all for nothing. Until it's not.
It is quite strange - one would think you would need to outwit Dottore with a superior mind, but instead, he falls due to his heart, something most people think is absent from the Harbinger. The Traveler had heard of you only a few times, all when they were eavesdropping on other agents. Every time they hear a whisper about the person called [Name], they believe it to be mere rumor and gossip, for it is that ridiculous. The Doctor having a lover? The Doctor having a partner he genuinely respected and loved? Who would ever believe that?
It's not until now the Traveler realizes it's no rumor. Childe is the one who ends up telling them, because there was no way Dottore would admit his weakness to them. From the Eleventh's expression and their heart, the blonde knows they've done something very, very, wrong. But how could they have known? How could they have known a man as cruel as the Doctor would care for another as well?
Regardless, the Traveler may be temporarily ahead, but anyone could guess that Dottore doesn't take any sort of aggression against you lightly in the slightest.
(You fluttering in and out of consciousness, waking up to blurry sights of a new segment every time. When they notice your blinking eyes, they simply place a hand over your eyes and a kiss on your forehead, motioning you to go to sleep once again so the pain is more bearable. You beckon for them to squeeze your hand tightly, so you know that both of you are still here. The only thing Dottore can promise is that he'll make it better soon. As soon as he deals with some pests.)
#smooches talks#dottore love notes <3#fragile reader <3#oh anon you COOKED here#yes yes YES. i love this lore#anon bless us more with ur brain omfg (please!)
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haitani rindou x reader. 1.3k w.c. ďžÂ sfw ďžÂ fluff ďžÂ college au-ish :3 ďžÂ just some rindou lovin' ďžÂ repost!
itâs been a while since you've been out with your friends. can you really call them that, though? they are classmates at the very least, ones that feel compelled to invite you to their gatherings. itâs thoughtful, youâll give them that, but part of you wishes they didnât. maybe the outing is just boring or maybe they have all grown dull, but either way, itâs easy to zone out in their presence. their chatter seems distant. you donât even really know what theyâre talking aboutâsomething regarding everyoneâs plans for this saturday.
âwhat about you?â the girl beside you nudges your ribs to gain your attentionâand it works. the jab is surprisingly painful given how small she is. âcan you make it?â
âsorry, i already have plans with someone else.â
âaww,â she whines at your answer, âwho are you hanging out with? maybe they can tag along.â
ârindou.â
all the idle chatter at the table stops upon the mere utterance of his name. suddenly, all eyes are on you. heâs popular, but not for the right reasons. not many people are fond of him. and you never minded that, but the people who dislike him donât just dislike him; theyâre afraid of him. so although you have no problem associating yourself with him, youâve learned quickly that bringing him up around others often leads to unsavory reactions. you slipped up at this moment.
âyou mean⌠haitani rindou?â
âmhm.â youâre aware of the common consensus when it comes to rindou and what people think of him, but you want to test the waters and see how your peers perceive him. âwhy? whatâs wrong with him?â
the replies flood in like a tsunami.
âhe only hangs out with his brother and you know how much trouble ran is.â
âyeah, theyâre total scumbags. iâm pretty sure theyâve almost gotten arrestedâand on multiple occasions at that.â
âyouâre perfectly capable of surrounding yourself with better company. why on earth would you want to be seen with him?â
âthatâs really none of your concern.â the last comment strikes a nerve and causes you to raise your voice. shocked eyes accompanied by gaping mouths stare at you in surprise. you donât know why you expected their responses to be any different. everyone jumps to the same conclusion and they arenât an exception. their feelings about him are crystal clear. if they think so poorly of him, they have no place in your life. âand iâd rather not talk to you guys if youâre going to continue to speak about him like that. iâm leaving now.â
and with that, you stand up, collect your things, and start on your way home.
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rindou is in the kitchen when you walk through the door. a head of blonde hair sits at the small table, slurping up ramen noodles. the steam wafting from the bowl leaves the lenses of his gold-framed glasses foggy. your keys clatter when they meet the ceramic of the dish that holds little things like chapstick and mini box cutters. the noise grabs rindouâs attention, his gaze abandoning his food in favor of looking at your figure that approaches to take a seat next to him. he didnât think he would see you back so soon; it felt like you had just left. but he doesnât say a word, instead, offering you the noodles hanging from his chopsticks. you lean forward to accept the mouthful of spicy ramen. every other bite of what remains in the bowl is reserved for you.
you stay attached to his hip for the rest of the day; helping him wash the dishes even though itâs your least favorite chore, sitting in his lap and snuggling into his neck as he boots up his computer to play who knows what game with his friendsâyou even go as far as getting comfortable on the lid of the toilet while he takes his shower for the night. it isnât unusual for you to take care of his hair once he emerges from the steamy room, combing out the tangled strands of blonde and blue before pulling out the hair dryer. after the locks are fluffy and dry, his hair sits in a neat bun on the top of his head. the only pieces that escape are the ones not quite long enough to be tied up with the rest.
you wonder if your actions came off as overbearing; not that you would care if they did. the conversation from earlier reminded you of how poorly people regarded your boyfriend. someone has to love him when everyone else thinks so little of him, and youâre more than happy to be that person.
and youâre content at the moment, practically lying on top of him, your fingers tracing each curve of the black ink tattooed into his skin. you can feel the thumping of his heart, hear the rhythmic beat of it in your ear.
âwhatâs wrong?â rindou speaks up out of the blue. so then he had noticed the shift in your behavior.
âwhat do you mean?â you feign ignorance. you know rindou was fully aware of his reputation, but that doesnât stop you from wanting to shield him from the harshness of others.
âyouâre even clingier than usual.â
âiâm not clingy,â you mumble against his chest.
âmm, yeah, you are.â he pinches your cheek that isnât pressed against him. it doesnât hurt but you look up at him regardless. lilac eyes peer down at you. the blank expression on his face may not show it, but his gaze is enough to tell you that heâs concerned. âare you gonna tell me what happened or not?â
rindou isnât the type to push you, to make you tell him something you arenât ready to tell. if you told him you didnât want to talk about it, you were sure heâd let it go. but since itâs weighing so heavily on your mind, maybe it is best to share. âi brought your name up in front of some classmates and they said some pretty rude stuff about you.â
he snorts as if what you were worried about was silly. and to him, it is. it doesnât bother himâthe wandering eyes, the hushed whispers, the anxious avoidance. everything that you seem to be hyperaware of is the norm for rindou. and he can understand why it upsets you, he wouldnât want people speaking ill of you, but heâs accustomed to his bad reputation. âi thought i told you not to let stuff like that get to you. you know i donât give a shit about what people think.â
âwell, i do.â maybe you shouldnât, not to the extent you do, anyway. but after getting to know rindou, the real rindou, you canât help but feel offended when people reduce him to nothing more than a no-good criminal. sure, he isnât a saint, but heâs far from evil. what gave them the right to form opinions when they only got a glimpse of one side of him? âthey shouldnât get to judge you if they donât even know you.â
he lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh, the breath heaving from his chest causing your head to raise. though, not long after, his lips find their way to your hairline, pressing a light kiss to the skin. his hand runs up and down your arm, âit doesnât matter how often i tell you, huh?â
ânope.â you shamelessly reply. youâll never stand for people demeaning the man youâve come to love.
âhow stubborn,â he clicks his tongue. itâs clear that this was a matter he wonât be able to change your mind on. of course, he doesnât care what people think about him, but seeing you so protective of him and his image is oddly endearing. âso what, are you my defender or something?â
âmhm,â you hum, letting your eyes drift shut, ânow and always.â
thanks for reading! pls consider reblogging or commenting if u enjoyed :3
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@works-of-heart left a comment on another post, about how hard anti's are on Lucien as a mate while Rhys and Cassian's behaviors are always forgiven.
It's so true. I loved Feysands love story but Rhys forced Feyre into their bargain (and so much more). He then used her as a pawn on multiple occasions. Cassian regularly harassed Nesta. No mate is perfect however there are two characteristics of mates that exist across Sarah's writing.
1) If a mate is aware of a female's depressed state, it physically affects him and he goes out of his way to reach out to her, to worry whether she's eating, to worry about her mental health.
2) If a mate is unable to help in her rescue, he believes in her ability to handle things herself.
Rhys could not truly help Feyre during the trials, he had to stand there and watch her risk her life with Amarantha yet he witnessed her cunning with the Wyrm. He then believed in her ability to escape the Weaver, to get herself safely out of Spring after doing what she needed to do there as a spy. Yes, he was worried for her but he also knew what she was capable of therefore he did not feel the need to rush to her rescue.
With Cassian, he was worried for Nesta and his gut instinct was to enter the Rite. However once he knew that wasn't an option, he wasn't losing his mind in the following days. He believed she was trained well enough to protect herself.
Some claim Lucien didn't react like a mate when Elain was taken by the Cauldron but we actually have no idea how Lucien reacted. What he felt, what he thought, whether he was momentarily terrorized. Since Feyre's POV was the only one we had in ACOWAR (outside of her slipping into Lucien's mind), it's unfair to claim that Lucien didn't respond appropriately in that moment since she wasn't around to witness his reaction. Chances are high that he was on a boat sailing across the sea and was prevented from getting to Elain even if it was his desire to do so. However it is canon that he was haggard, bloody (from those he fought) and panting when he finally appeared, as if he had run from the shore and the first thing he did was search for Elain. Within moments of seeing her and seeing she was safe he went on to give her credit for the killing blow of the King.
If you look at Sarah's past mates, Lucien not only matches their behaviors but he bests them all.
He never forced Elain to talk to him (the way Rhys did Feyre), he never harassed her when it was clear she wanted nothing to do with him (as Cassian did Nesta) yet he still cared for her health and well being in the same way Rhys and Cassian did for Feyre and Nesta. All three cared more for the females' happiness than their own, even when the females happiness caused them pain and suffering.
Lucien is the GOAT of mates and people can argue against that fact all they want but it's not going to be long before they have to accept that their attempts to tear him down amounted to a whole lot of nothing.
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Hey hyp, how's things?
Just thought I'd ask how you feel about swisstom fisting bc I am unwell and need to share đ
Swiss was very pleased to learn that Phantom being stretchy also means he is stretchy.
This quality of his put together with his raging size kink makes him a perfect candidate for something Swiss wanted to try for a while. He never really told Phantom what it was about, but he discussed the idea in as explicit detail as possible without really revealing it and acquired the quintessence ghoulâs consent.
And the truth is that Phantom absolutely does not care what gets put inside him, only that it is big enough.
Swissâ fist most certainly is big enough.
âMore, Swiss, more,â Phantom begs into the pillow, arching his back even further. Heâs face down, ass up, just how Swiss likes it.
He likes to watch from up close.
The multi ghoul hums in acknowledgement and obliges, sliding a fourth finger into his tight hole. Phantom shudders as heâs filled some more; though it is still not enough.
They havenât been at it for long considering Swiss already has most of his hand buried in the slight ghoulâs ass, but thatâs the point. The prep is a necessary evil so as not to cause actual damage; theyâd skip it entirely if they could. Maybe someday they will.
Phantom wants to feel the stretch and Swiss want to see his pink hole get puffy.
Itâs nasty.
âYouâre sucking me in, bug,â the multi ghoul rumbles behind him as he palms at his cock with his free hand. âYou and your little hole are so greedy, arenât you?â
âUh-huh,â Phantom moans, drooling more onto the pillow heâs got his face shoved into. âI needâI need moreâŚneed all of it, want to beâwanna be so full.â
âOh, you will be,â Swiss laughs cruelly. âYou will be.â
The quintessence ghoul lets out a dry sob as Swiss rubs a thumb over his stretched rim. Itâs pulled so taut, the delicate skin around looks like it could rip at any second. Itâs an addicting sight.
âSwiss, please,â he cries out, âput it in, put it all in.â
âPatience, bug,â the multi ghoul sighs, but he doesnât have much of it himself. He wants to shove his hand into him up to his fucking elbow and he wants it now. Only his love for Phantom is keeping him back from going for it with no regard to his safety.
Still, he deems it safe enough to work his thumb in alongside the rest of his fingers. Even despite all the lube heâs spilled over his hand already, he spits on Phantomâs ass for good measure and spreads it around, twisting his hand to stretch him some more.
The quintessence ghoul whimpers and whines, tail swishing wildly in the airânearly smacking the other in the face multiple timesâand Swiss finally pushes his thumb into him.
Phantomâs breath hitches as heâs being stretched even more and he canât even imagine how gloriously it will feel once itâs all in. He canât wait.
Swiss swears under his breath, hypnotized by what his packmateâs body is capable of. What he is capable of. Itâs amazing and he needs to see what else he can do, right now.
The multi ghoul doesnât even blink as he crowds his fingers close together and presses in. Heâs pushing and pushing and the widest part of his hand disappears, then the bones of his wrist and before he knows it half of his forearm is inside Phantom.
He canât breathe and itâs not him thatâs stuffed full.
âOh, Lucifer, fuck, thatâsâfuck, youâre amazing, bug, oh my lordâŚâ Swiss babbles in awe. His hand is squeezed so tight by Phantomâs hot, velvety insides and he canât help but wiggle his fingers to really feel it.
âSwiss, IâIâmââ
âYou good?â concern breaks through his horny haze.
âYes,â the quintessence ghoul moans wantonly, âmore.â
Swiss swallows the spit thatâs pooled in his mouth and curls his fingers into a fist inside him. Phantom cries out in pleasure and the multi ghoul can only assume how good it feels; maybe they should switch places next time.
He squeezes and releases his fist, flexing his arm and he drools from his open mouth and down his chin as he watches the muscles under his skin twitch and spread Phantomâs ass even further. Heâs going to gape so wide; Swiss canât wait to play with it.
The quintessence ghoul, too, seems impatient, âCâmon now, Swiss. Fuck me with it, wannaâI wanna feel it in my throat.â
Swiss obeys.
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So a lot of antis who claim that Stolas is a coercive rapist point to his appearance in S1 EP1: Murder Family because according to them Blitz accepted the arrangement while heâs being shot at, by comparison Stolas is chilling in his bathtub making him not properly consent to the deal. Do you have any rebuttals to these claims? Also letâs also mention the fact that Stolas was spying on him with a bubble. I just want good answers that point to Stolas not being a bad person because I want to root for him and Blitz being together.
The thing is, Blitz was already using Stolas's grimoire way before the deal was proposed. Stolas never demanded anything, he proposed the deal and asked for Blitz's consent. The way they are in different scenarios don't symbolize rape or coercion, the 'power imbalance' in their relationship is not there to make Stolas a coercive monster because he isn't. The Full Moon is literally sex work, not coercion, not rape, not prison, it's a sex deal where *both* benefit. Stolas needs the book, the book belongs to HIM, Blitz was the one who started their relationship with sex in order to get the book (this is shown in the pilot! Not only in S2-EP1!), Stolas only continued it.
The grimoire is *not* only Blitz's only way to access Earth. It's, supposedly, the easiest. Supposedly because we clearly see other low-class beings having access to Earth without stealing from some Goetia. Blitz is smart and capable enough to find a new way to go to Earth.
The fact that antis can only use this scene as a "prove" that Stolas is a rapist just prove how they didn't understand anything from the show (or they are ignoring it on purpose). Literally the next episode from the same season, Blitz denies having sex with Stolas. S1-EP2, "find some else's face to plant that feathered ass". Blitz has agency, Blitz consents, and he denies fucking Stolas. In "Harvest Moon Festival", Blitz says that the deal was not something he fussed about. He talks about his deal with Stolas with his friends as a transactional fucking (cause this is what it is), he denies sex with Stolas in "Ozzie's", and we can also see Stolas' messages in "Western Energy' saying that nothing was ever forced between them. Stolas never took the grimoire away from Blitz even after months being rejected. What lacked in their relationship was communication, not consent.
And I'm not even counting everything about "The Full Moon" episode. Blitz literally sings about how much he enjoys sex with Stolas, spends the whole day buying things to use on Stolas, begged for Stolas to *keep* the deal, said multiple times about how much the deal is something he enjoyed and wanted to keep, and told Loona and M&M about how Stolas never forced anything on him which lead to months without intimacy between them. Where is the coercion??? Simply, it's not there.
Once Stolas starts realizing that the world isn't a fantasy and the power imbalance between him and Blitz means that his class is deeply unpriviledged, he immediately finds an alternative way for Blitz to access Earth. He was feeling guilty for any possible 'abuse' he could've done (which didn't happen). The point is: antis can't see either Blitz's agency nor Stolas's intentions. They just care about their own paralel version of the show that never existed.
I'm sorry that antis affected the way you interact with the show. No one should feel guilty or ashamed for having fun and consuming media they enjoy, specially when the "critiques" are all based in lack of attention, lies and bad faith. But don't worry, Stolas is not a rapist, he is well meaning despite his flaws and you can cheer for Stolitz. We all know it's endgame.
Edit: also, Stolas spying on Blitz has nothing to do with antis's allegation. Yes he was spying on Blitz, he is a lonely fucked up man with nothing better to do lol Blitz also spies on M&M in a way worse level. Is that rape? Of course not.
#we have coercion and abusive relationships in the hellaverse#valentino and angel. stella and stolas. moxxie and chaz#stolitz is NOT one of them#stolas and blitz had a sex deal where both of them used their bodies and benefit from the same object (which belongs to stolas)#helluva boss#stolas#stolitz#blitzø#tw: rape#tw: sa
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a series of (un)fortunate drivers
cw: 1k wc, gender neutral reader, fake dating trope, roommate to lovers, they're both idiots (affectionate). sponsored by the ever generous @yellow-sword-lily who decided to trust my writing and contribute to the wonderful @ficsforgaza initiative!
âDoes it hurt?â
Atsumu is met with a familiar, stubborn silence that prompts an exasperated sigh. Youâre being awfully quiet for someone whoâs chest is pressed to his back, close enough he can smell the shampoo that actually acts as shampoo (he learned that, apparently, a 3-in-1 body wash is indicative of not knowing how to take care of his own needs on approximately day two of living with you).
He knows youâre perfectly capable of not uttering a single word the entire way home, just as you know heâs keeping his pace slow to minimize your bouncing and reduce the discomfort to the best of his ability. It makes you want to strangle him.
âBlink once if it hurtsâ Atsumu turns to the side and his caramel gaze takes yours by surprise for just a second before you decide to resolutely focus on a specific spot on his shoulder.
âYouâre the most ridiculous person I knowâ he balances you better against him with a small hop and you swallow the petty comeback already dancing on the tip of your tongue.
Truth is, it does hurt. Your ankle is swollen, probably about to bruise, an annoying circumstance that couldâve been well avoided if not for a couple of drivers that worked against your luck to progressively fuck your evening back-to-back: a) Hinata convincing you that a pair of chunky sneakers would be an excellent investment, b) the decision to wear said inappropriately chunky sneakers, c) Atsumu ignoring how excessively flirty the woman at the bar was being (one can estimate the impressive size of his biceps without necessarily squeezing his arm multiple times), d) the spirit of an immature six year old that decided to suddenly possess you at the sight, causing you to make up a dumb excuse to storm out before Suna and everyone else could even get there to begin with.
The heated march was soon and quite harshly interrupted by your ankle turning in an awkward way, causing you to even more awkwardly tumble onto the goddamn sidewalk right as a bottle blond pro athlete was forced to drop everything (drinks, friends, excessively flirty woman) to chase you down the street.
You insisted you couldâve walked (not true) or called an uber (also not true, you forgot your phone on the kitchen island) but, with the utmost care and deaf to your objections, Atsumu collected the things scattered on the asphalt the same way confusing thoughts are dispersed around your brain still, checked your ankle with furrowed brows and sentenced you to a piggyback ride home.
He refuses to let you slip off his back as he kicks off his shoes, rolls his eyes when you scoff and makes his way to the couch by which he carefully bends down to gently place you against the throw pillows.
âDonâtâ Atsumu swats your hand away when you attempt to lean forward âI got yaâ he rolls your sage green linen pants all the way up to the knee and attentively unties your shoes. You suck in a sharp breath between your teeth when he removes the sneaker, warm hand supporting your leg by the calf. A fluffy pillow is placed on the coffee table and underneath your foot, an admonishment to hold still mumbled with affection as he disappears into the kitchen to rummage through your freezer.
âI can do itâ you accept the ibuprofen but protest firmly when he sits on the table, ice pack in hand.
âI know ya canâ Atsumu offers a smile âbut let meâ
Defeated, you hiss at the contact: the skin feels so tender even grazing it with a finger would hurt. He knows, heâs had his fair share of injuries throughout his career.
Atsumu is more observant than what people give him credit for. He knows exactly when everything changed, the night that shifted the precarious equilibrium of your roommate relationship. It wasnât when he suggested youâd fake a relationship for a while, just to get his PR team to shut the fuck up and stop trying to pair him up with some unknown model just for the sake of it. Canât, I already have a partner. You were happy to accomodate his request: some pics for social media, a few shots of intertwined fingers and steaming bowls of ramen. Always his treat. Atsumu promised heâd take over the cleaning activities you hated the most for two entire months in return. You wouldâve been free from dusting, scrubbing the bathtub and washing dishes (heâd insisted on laundry too but you simply werenât going to risk all your whites turning pink).
No, it was Sunaâs birthday that changed everything. The night you both had a little too much of that fancy wine and ended up sharing a drunken kiss with you perched in his lap, eager fingers in his hair, kissing with little to non existent restraint. It felt so good, so right, he could only think he wanted to do it again, when sober. And now, after acting like that never even happened for an entire week, your little tantrum makes him think that perhaps youâd like to do it again too.
âI think we should stop, âTsumuâ you murmur, eyes kept low when he looks up from your ankle.
âWhat are we stoppinâ?â
âThe whole thing. Tell your team youâll do what they wantâ
He cocks his head, seemingly imperturbable. âSamu would be the only one capable of sensing how fast his heart is actually beating. âWhy would I do that?â
âWhy would you not do that?â you finally meet his stoic gaze âletâs just stop now before anybodyâs feelings get hurt, okay?â
âYa think Iâd do that?â
âI didnât sayâŚâ
âWhat are you saying, then?â Atsumu leans forward to gently grab your jaw, forces you to look at him âall Iâm hearing is youâre worried about yer feelings. Whatever we are going to do with mine, right?â
You jump a little at the unexpected words and he rolls his eyes. Itâs just so typical of you to be all lost in your own head, too buried in futile concerns to notice just how unnecessary they are.
âLet me tell ya what I think we should actually doâ Atsumu makes sure the ice pack stays in place or is at least balanced enough to stay on as he slides from the coffee table onto the couch âI think you should stop assuming Iâd be interested in anyone who's not youâ he offers a grin that suppresses your heated remonstrance before you have the chance to voice it âand I should take you out on a proper date. Maybe to one of those museums ya love so much. Blink once if you agree?â
Heâs ridiculous. Maybe âSamuâs initial warning âit will rub off on yaâ wasnât such a senseless prediction after all, because you do blink. Slow, deliberate. And Atsumu smiles the most beautiful smile: itâs much better than the ones that win him magazine covers and sparkly photoshoots. This oneâs all yours.
You lean forward first, the ice pack slips from your ankle to the floor.
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Some thoughts from my second watch of âThe Case of The Devlin Houseâ
Sorry if this long and obvious I just need to say stuff
- Charles mentions liking the song playing in the house, noting that he played it a lot before his dad smashed it with a hammer. 1) this is the first thing about the house which strikes a personal chord between Charles and the Devlins 2) this likely puts Charlesâ dad in his mind causing his emotional reaction to be more intense later? 3) itâs an example of his father being controlling. Later we hear that one of the girls in the house found her father extremely controlling. Charles talks about never being able to make him happy. This is an example of this behaviour, specifically something Charles finds joy in upsetting his father and causing a violent outburst 3) possibly a first clue to his fear of being just like his dad? Itâs a link between a violent man and Charles during a case about child abuse, emotions can be very messy making links that arenât 100% logical. I think the mention of the song just feels intentional as any other aspect of the case could link to Charles but his love of music is very specific.
- Edwin doesnât have a notable reaction to the violence. Truthfully I was mostly watching Charles and the camera work does as well. However, Edwin notably doesnât flinch as much as anyone else during the murders, he does react but not the same degree as far as I could tell. When Edwin and Crystal share a frame during the suicide she has a larger reaction. Additionally, he doesnât freak out as much/like everyone else, staying mostly level headed. This is likely due to his time in hell, the horror is disturbing but doesnât shock him to the same degree. Edwin has experience and witnessed violence for decades so while Charles is triggered and Crystal is very empathetic he remains more composed.
- Edwin only freaks out when Charles is in trouble. This adds onto what Iâve just mentioned but Edwin is more composed until Charles is caught in the loop. The loop troubles him but he only really reacts with the same level as dramatics once Charles is in trouble. Again I think his time in hell made him not less empathetic but more capable of repressing horror or dealing with it. But losing Charles is not something he is accustomed to and cannot keep his composure about.
- Crystal being incredibly empathetic. Thought of this after but Edwinâs line about her being not what she did but what she does or whatever it was perfectly encapsulates what this episode says about Crystal. I think it was easy to get caught up in the Charles of it all but this episode really shows how caring and empathetic she is. Crystal notes when Charles is seriously affected. She herself is incredibly upset during the murders and tryâs to leave after the first loop. Sheâs very upset to find out how she used to act. That last example is interesting bc she is shown who she was and is disgusted, this is in an episode where she is helping others. We are really shown that at her core Crystal is a good and caring person, as this is a rewatch I can say that this really sets up that it was circumstances that made her so cold and callous pre-David. Without the feelings such as abandonment by her parents she really acts with a big heart, clearly upset by suffering around her. I donât have much more to say but yeah the episode does a good job at really contrasting the before and after of Crystal and showing her true character.
- someone else pointed this out before i rewatched but: Charlesâ loop starts with his snapping at Edwin. While the entire experience appears specifically triggering for Charles and his intense reaction is there from the beginning he only becomes trapped after snapping at Edwin. More specifically after facing multiple triggering situations and then snapping at Edwin. He hears a song that he relates to a bad memory of his dad, witnesses the abuse of powerless children, reads a diary of said abused child which he relates to heavily and the the events of his being trapped in the loop happen.
I think this relates back to what I was saying about the song. Multiple confusing emotions related to his trauma are brought up. A song both he and the murder liked is playing as he snaps at his best friend. Lots of feelings there.
His fear over his mother and his fear and hurt during his own abuse are brought up. And then he snaps at his best friend, tryâs a violent solution and then is attacked. I think his fear over being just like his dad is brought up and then the Devlin fatherâs violence was reminiscent of the violence he faced previously. The feeling of helplessness as he couldnât fight back and the fear of himself. Itâs something he canât stop and heâs powerless to help, while also bringing out a part of himself he hates.
Charles has a strong sense of justice and the events of the Devlin house is extremely unjust so he is extremely upset and frustrated at what is occurring.
Charles plays at being so happy all the time because although he calls himself the Brawn, heâs the protector, we can see later on that his own violent capabilities scare him.
We, the audience, and his friends know hes not a violent person and would only react so in self defence but Charles greatest fear is that heâs not a Good Guy.
The Devlin house triggers all the issues he carries after the abuse he suffered including his fear of himself. He sees himself in the victims but a small part of him is scared heâs also like the perpetrator.
Thereâs so much here and that why I love Charles bc heâs got so much going on in his head hidden behind a smile
This was only meant to be short but I kept rambling on. So basically the song, Edwin, Edwin freaking out over Charles, Charles being emotionally complex bc he cares so much and is so hurt.
#here is me nattering on about the show again sorry#minty watches dbd#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective netflix#dbd meta#dbd analysis#charles rowland#edwin payne#crystal palace#the case of the devlin house
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And here it is, folks. Astarionâs first morning as a father. This is branching off from my series Thicker Than Water. Enjoy!
Astarion recounts his first morning as a father while Tav is resting. His thoughts wander to when he first found about their little one.
f!Tav x Astarion
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The light creak of the wooden floorboards beneath Astarionâs feet caused the high elf to pause, teeth gritting and eyes scrunching.
He looked back to where his beloved rested in their bed. Her hair was tangled and splayed about, an arm was flopped over her eyes and her night dress was wrinkled and shifted, slightly exposing her. He snorted at the image, but he also thought she never looked more beautiful.
Next to where they sought the comfort of each otherâs arms every night was now a bassinet. It was adorned with all the frills you could imagine. Astarion made sure of that.
His falter in sneaking must have been a bit too loud because he noticed a stirring coming from the bassinet.
Attempting a second chance at redemption, the vampire tiptoed, as to not disturb his wife, and leaned over the small bed.
Astarion found his breath taken away every time he laid his eyes upon his newborn daughter. She was quite the miracle and shared an uncanny likeness to him, not that he would know. He was simply basing it off of what Tav had said.
His little one did give him one gift he was eternally grateful for and that was the ability to see a glimpse of his former self in her green eyes. He would fall to his knees with just one look from her and he didnât care how powerless that made him seem.
The tiny babe didnât fuss as he reached pallid hands into the bassinet and gently lifted her to cradle in his arms. She didnât root or whine so she wasnât in need of feeding.
Maybe a changing? The spawn thought.
He had watched Tav and Jaheira demonstrate how to change the dhampir. His nose turned up at the thought but he had fought horrid beasts in the past. Surely, he was quite capable of replacing a diaper. He silently thanked the gods he was blessed with a daughter so there was less of a threat of his clothing being soiled during the process.
After ten minutes, three different diapers, and attaching and reattaching the pins multiple times, Astarion admired his handiwork. He would be doing this with his eyes closed in no time. Well, maybe not the safety pinning.
He raised Juniper so she laid on his shoulder, her face towards his, and he took a seat in the armchair near the corner of her room.
Sunlight streamed through the window as it broke through the clouds. The warmth felt nice against his face and bare torso compared to the frigid chill of the previous dayâs blizzard. His daughterâs face snuggled in closer to him and he smiled at her cheek smushing against where the heat settled on his cool skin.
âItâs lovely, isnât it?â He whispered into her hair, kissing lightly, âAnd now we can share it together.â
His little one offered no response other than a wide yawn and a blink. Her eyes wandered around his face as his hand stroked slowly up and down the length of her back.
Astarion AncunĂn was a father. If someone had dared to utter that statement not long ago, it may have caused the vampireâs undead heart to reanimate itself only to die out once again from a heart attack.
It was such an unwelcome thought in the one or two times it had wriggled its way into his head. Children were nasty creatures. They whined and cried and were often sticky for unknown reasons. Why anyone would choose to bear such a thing he never understood. As much as he hated his curse of vampirism, he was thankful it prevented him from ever producing a child. Or so he thought it would.
Tavâs words floored him the day she revealed she was pregnant. Astarion felt his soul begin to sink into the deep depths where he shoved all his darkness away, where his old self lay waiting to resurface with the mildest inconvenience. He had worked hard to become better for her and for himself. Granted, he was still cynical and could be quite the bastard without his daily blood.
His words towards her were venomous. Part of him wanted them to cut deep and to feel how he felt, that their lives would be over as they were just beginning, but then he watched as the light left her eyes. He hadnât realized there was a flicker of hope in them until the last spark of it went out.
His love. His fearsome and resilient love wanted this child that they had made together. Of course she did. She worshipped the ground he walked on even when he couldnât fathom a reason why.
But would he be sufficient? He was nothing more than a glorified hero. The only reason others looked up to him is because he happened to be part of a group that stood against the Absolute. A simple matter of right place at the right time.
Not to mention his past continued to haunt him with Cazadorâs words echoing through his mind in random thoughts and never ending nightmares.
His detest towards the idea of a child turned into fear of ruining one, raising a twisted version of himself to continue on a lineage of self destruction.
The pale elf left his wife to herself for that evening, returning only when he was stumbling through the door of their home, inebriated from a few wild boars. She refused to be by his side as he went to her in bed and one look from her in the kitchen and he knew he deserved every bit of scolding she threw his way.
Tav never once yelled though. She never spat in his direction and told him what a lousy father he would be. She was pissed off, rightfully so, but she remained composed. She waited for his words and in that moment, Astarion knew he wanted nothing more than to have a little family with her.
Every single day leading up to the birth of their little one was spent cherishing the woman who gave him the most unexpected miracle of his life. They werenât all easy but they were all completely worth it.
Astarionâs pointed ears perked up and his eyes shot open as the door of Juniperâs bedroom slowly opened. His wife walked in, looking more refreshed than when he had last seen her, about an hour ago from his estimates of the sunâs rays.
She smiled as she approached him, taking his cheek into her hand and brushing her thumb lightly over his lips. He leaned into her touch, turning to kiss her palm.
The elf bent before him, moving the hand that held his face to caress the silver hair of their daughter. Her lips pressed the softest of kisses to the babyâs head, then cheek and finally the tip of her blushed ear.
Juniper let out a small, content sigh as if to acknowledge her motherâs touch, never awaking from her reverie.
âYouâve never looked more beautiful, Astarion,â his wife said, echoing his thoughts of her from before.
Smirking, he replied, âFatherhood? Is that what gets you going?â
Tav rolled her eyes at his comment but couldnât contain her giggle. A genuine smile broke out across the rogueâs face at her laughter. It was a joy to hear every time, especially when he was the one bringing it forth.
Juniper began to squirm against him at the sound of her motherâs voice. Her tiny lips started to press at his chest, her face squishing into him as she tried to find a source of food.
Cradling her into his arms and standing, Astarion was now in front of Tav.
âI believe your mother is better equipped for what you require, my love,â he told the suckling dhampir.
The elf held out her arms, waiting for the hungry babe. Astarion placed a soft peck on his daughterâs nose before shifting her over to his wife. He offered a kiss to her also and then turned to leave the room, giving them some alone time.
Before he could exit, his name was called, beckoning him back in.
âYes, darling?â He asked, raising an eyebrow, patiently waiting.
âWhy is Juniperâs diaper backwards?â Tav questioned, fussing at the newbornâs cloth covering. It did look odd.
Shit, Astarion thought, groaning loudly.
Maybe he will be able to change diapers in dim lighting soon, with a lot of help.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate tav#dadstarion#thicker than water#astarion x tav
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Whyâd you only call me when youâre high? - Billy Loomis
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Warnings: unhealthy relationships, cheating,violence, angst, slight smut, billy is a dick, slutshaming, bad ending.Â
The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side
Billy Loomis knows he isnât a good man, and heâs definitely not good enough for you. It doesnât matter how much he enjoys killing or hurting people, he canât hurt you, not physically anyways. You bring out a sense of calm in him. Heâs always tense, like a wild animal easy to startle and ready to attack at any moment. But around you, itâs like that urge to hurt people is satiated, like he doesnât need to anymore.
 As he looks at himself in the mirror, he thinks about what he needs to do to Sydney, and her friend. He wants to, so badly that it hurts. He realizes he needs you for this plan to come together, he needs you to keep him satiated.Â
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you
He stands at the doorway of Stuâs house, watching as you stumble up the stairs. Lips locked with another man, and he thinks, âThat should be me.â Your shoes are in your left hand and your dress is wrinkled. You seem to be enjoying yourself, and he hates it. He wants you to suffer without him, he wants you to regret your decision of dropping him. But he also wants to take a knife and stuff it into the heart of the man you're with. He wants to watch your face full of terror as you realize what heâs capable of. But he canât, because heâs with Sidney. So instead he seeths in anger, and continues talking to Stu with his fists clenched, just hoping youâll take him back.Â
⌠Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"
Itâs 3 am when your phone rings, the ID says, â Billy,â You ignore it, and he calls three more times before you pick up.Â
âWhat, Billy?â You sound angry, he likes it.Â
Heâs sitting standing in front of the mirror in Stuâs bathroom. And heâs high, he just smoked a joint with Stu and he canât stand listening to him go on and on about what heâs up to with Tatum when he misses you so much, misses your touch, your sense of calm.Â
âNothinâ just watched to talk to you sâall.â Itâs obvious how high he is, his voice comes out slow and slightly lighter.Â
âAre you high?â You sigh when he doesnât reply. âGoodbye Billy.âÂ
âNo wait!â You hang up before he can try to convince you to go back to him.
⌠Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite
I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?
Billy is sitting in Stuâs living room, watching The Exorcist. Everyone is there except Sidney, and he doesnât want to admit it but he hates it when sheâs not there. When she isnât there all he can think about is you. Stu likes to call him obsessed, probably because he is. He craves you, and the way you help satiate his urges. His urges, god theyâre so overwhelming, he just wants to go into the kitchen and slit the throats of everyone in the room, just to come find you, soaked in their blood and kiss you. But he canât, you won't have him. And itâs all SIdneyâs fault.Â
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
âI donât understand! We had a good thing going!âÂ
He showed up at your front door, and pushed his way inside before you could slam the door in his face.
âWhatâs not to understand! Youâre with Sidney, I canât do that to her!â
âWho cares about Sidney!â Youâre yelling in each other's face, up close and heated. This is how it always happens, this is how you end up in bed with him.Â
âI canât fuck you knowing youâre with her! It would ruin her if she found out! She loves you!â
âI donât care, I love you!â
Your lips meet his suddenly, and fervently. Itâs messy, and your teeth clink together. His tongue slips into your mouth and he slides off your jacket, walking you backwards and up the stairs.Â
Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas
You lay underneath him, on your bed. Clothes are long discarded, itâs just you, him and pent up anger. You donât think, you ignore all those pesky thoughts about Sidney, and how you could be ruining her relationship. When he pushes into you, all thoughts fade away, itâs just skin on skin and no more worries.Â
Afterwards, you lay next to him, but facing away from him.
âThis was the last time Billy. We canât do this anymore.â Itâs the exact same thing youâve said time and time again. He knows you want to mean it, but he also knows heâll be in bed with you again.Â
⌠Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"
Itâs been weeks since heâs touched you, since he fucked you. He shouldnât miss you, but he does. So he finds himself dialing your number. Heâs high again, Stu introduced him to his new bong. He calls you from Stuâs back porch, but you donât pick up.Â
He calls you again, and again, but still no answer. He sighs, and closes his eyes, letting the cool breeze hit his face and push back his hair. The cool air helps calm the urges, but not for long.Â
⌠And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I
It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time
Summer ended last week, and youâre sitting in English class. You definitely arenât paying attention. Your thoughts wander to Billy. He hasnât called you in a month and a half, and itâs been two months since heâd fucked you the last time.Â
You wonder if heâs finally moved on, if heâs decided he doesnât really need you anymore. You never thought you would miss him this much, but you do. You miss the way he touched you, the way he played with you. No other man was able to do better than him. You tried to forget about him, with booze, and weeds and men. But none of it worked, not for long anyways. Â
I haven't found all I was hopin' to find
You said you gotta be up in the mornin'
Your head is pounding, and youâre cold. The softness underneath you tells you youâre in a bed. The last thing you remember is challenging some jack off to a drinking competition. You were at a party, it was a spring break celebration. You open youâre eyes and are met with Billy fucking Loomis staring staight at you. You're naked, heâs presumably naked, and youâre laying in bed with him.Â
Fuck.
You jump out of the bed, and search for your clothes. He begs you not go, and youâre surprised because heâs never been the type to beg. He tells you that needs you, and that youâre the only thing that makes sense to him. But you ignore him, put on your clothes and leave.
Gonna have an early night
And you're startin' to bore me, baby
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
Itâs been two days since you woke up in bed with Billy, and you hate yourself even more for falling for that trap again. Itâs not too late at night, but he calls you. And surprisingly, you answer.Â
âHey,â You say.
âI fucking hate you.â He spits. Heâs either high, drunk or both. You arenât sure. But he sounds like he means it when he says it. âI was ready to give everything up for you, and you just wouldnât fucking take it.âÂ
âIâm sorry Billy, But you know I canât be with you. Youâre with Sidney.â
âYouâre a whore.â Â
This shocks you, heâs never once called you a whore, he's never really been downright mean to you either.Â
âWhat?â
âI mean it, I canât believe I put my dick in you. Youâre disgusting.â Before he can continue to shame you, you hang up.Â
⌠"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
He got high again, and all he can think about is you. So he calls you. And you donât pick up. He calls again, and again. At this point he assumes youâve blocked his number. So he just stops calling.Â
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
Heâs with Sidney when he gets the text. Heâd just fucked her, and it wasnât anything like it was with you. It didnât satiate his urges, or calm him down. It just made him angrier. The text reads. âItâs over, for real this time. Donât contact me again.â
And he doesnât.Â
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timdami headcanons?
okay so i am SO sorry i took so long to answer this. for one thing i've never properly thought about it??? which is weird. also i just have swiss cheese brain oguh
ANYWAY having finallly put some thought into it i have a list:
damian is the little spoon. this is primarily because tim is weirdly possessive of him and does not like to sleep without knowing where damian is
to expand on that, tim usually will not sleep when damian is not around. this has been the cause of mutliple arguements.
they live in the literal shittiest apartment ever because after moving out of wayne manor they get into really shady work and are never home. one would think damian is a spoiled brat who will only have the best with the way he acts, but he can't fucking stand being stuck in one place so he Does Not Care about the place lol
they spend most of their time traveling together! its cute. or it would be, if they weren't both such PRICKS and would stop getting into arguments in public
of course, the traveling-all-the-time thing brings up the question: what about damian's animals? to that i say, they have a private farm setup where he keeps most of them and visits frequently. goliath stays with, because its easier than traveling via plane
they have been thrown out of multiple airports
they have been banned from multiple countries
they have had public sex on at least 5 occasions, and their family is, sadly, familiar with at least 3 of those
them being together definitely caused a rift in their relationships with bruce, which was devastating to tim and kinda meh to damian (he was already disillusioned with his father at this point). neither of them really talk to him anymore. if tim goes to wayne manor, it is alone
obviously, they're completely obsessed with each other. they know where each other is at all times. they communicate constantly. even if they're in the middle of a fight (not uncommon), they still keep an eye on the other's trackers and shit. it would maybe be cute if it wasn't weird as fuck.
tim is controlling. damian is also controlling. they're just controlling in somewhat different arenas, so it mostly works
for example: anytime damian tries to change his deodorant or shampoo, tim freaks the fuck out and changes it back and damian's new ones go missing. if tim deviates from the schedule that damian made for him (think, like, a nighttime routine), damian will lose his shit. hopefully this gets across what i'm saying
and if not, what i'm saying is that they're the fucking worst. dear christ i hate them so much
tim is a weezer fan. sorry, damian.
they ARE capable of being sweet, though. they frequently surprise each other with very personal and thoughtful gifts.
damian's favorite book is 'where the wild things are' by maurice sendak. remember that one line, about loving someone so much you eat them whole? tim got that tattooed between his shoulder blades. it is his only tattoo.
damian meditates every morning. tim meditates at night. if they try to do it together, they inevitably end up fucking.
no, really, tim is a weezer fan and damian fucking hates it. he thinks weezer sucks. he still took tim to see them live several times, and he was miserable the entire time, but he didn't complain once.
whenever they have to go undercover, damian insists that tim take on a female alias. i think you can figure out why.
talia respects tim but does not want damian to date him. honestly, i don't blame her for that. she's tried to have tim killed at least twice.
one time, tim threatened to kill damian and then reanimate his corpse as a perfect lover/puppet situation once during a fight. damian will never admit it, but he jerked off to the idea.
also, he's FOR SURE jacked off to the idea of killing tim
they have burial spots picked out for themselves and a suicide/murder pact. they've fucked on their future graves. also, no one except them know where the spot is.
jason is their biggest supporter. he's also a shithead:)
honestly i could think of more, but this got away from me. i hope this is what you were looking for, at least in some way!!! i like my timdami deranged and terrible<3
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Moral Orel AU - Everyoneâs happy and good (ish)
Trigger/Content warning: Mentions of guns and death, plus implications of child abuse. Also there Christianity is used a lot.
Clay Puppington
- Moraltonâs respectful mayor, Orel and Shapeyâs proud father, Blobertaâs loving husband, Danielleâs loyal best friend and the prime example of a good Christian man, dad, and spouse to his family and everyone in town.
- Clay has a loving and healthy relationship with his nuclear family. He deeply respects Bloberta for being so capable at managing things around the house, and pretty much lets her be the one to call the shots in their home. He is deeply in love with her and will always find any opportunity to compliment her or showing his affection (helping with chores, buying her gifts, hugs, kisses). He also encourages her to go out and have fun if she is ever too stressed, as in his own words: âYou already work so hard for our family! Is only fair you take a break every once in a whileâ
- Alongside Bloberta, they tend to monitor Shapey more than Orel, mostly due to his behavioral issues, although Shapey is going to a therapist and actively taking psychological treatment, so his reactions are more toned down. He still loves him though, and buys him plenty of toys and enjoy some son-father bonding activities, usually playing board games, doing art or just talking.
- Orel is his pride and joy, his little son and big champ. Yes, Orel tends to get himself into trouble, a lot. And yes, he also tends to get into random shenanigans like, every other day, but he firmly believes that nothing canât be solved without proper apologies, attaining for your actions and talking about it. He absolutely will not harm Orel even if he was threatened, but does have multiple talking sessions in his study, usually with some apple cider. He also spends quality time with Orel, and just like Shapey, they partake in bonding activities, with the added bonus of Clay being the townâs scout leader and taking him and his friends to camp every other weekend.
- Clayâs relationship with his father, Arthur, is a bit awkward. He still caused his mother to die due to his stupid prank, but Arthur still did his best to raise him properly, however he never really forgave him for killing his lovely bride. Clay still feels extremely guilty and made a promise to himself, his dad and his mom at her funeral, that he will definitely live his life as a proper Christian, to atone for the sin that he committed and which he will never forgive himself for. He still sends letters to his father regularly, usually giving him updates about his family, the town and sometimes sending money through post if he ever needs it but, more often than not, he sends him gifts and letters from the other family members.
- Danielleâs best friend and drinking buddy. Theyâve known each other since high school and have stuck together through thick and thin over the years. While they usually talk about Orel and Shapeyâs school performance, they tend to reminisce about the old times and set up drinking parties or simple hang outs. He doesnât really care that Danielle is gay, after all âGod loves all his children equallyâ.
Extra facts:
- Clay doesnât like guns, and only has 1 fire arm for emergencies. He will teach Orel how to use it one day.
- Not super fond of alcohol, he is more of a social drinker. Instead he has an apple cider collection in his study.
#moral orel#clay puppington#bloberta puppington#orel puppington#shapey puppington#danielle stopframe#arthur puppington#angela puppington#moral orel shapey#alternate universe#alternate timeline#au#moral orel au#headcannons#moral orel bloberta#moral orel clay#moral orel danielle#christianity#christian faith#tw: death#tw: child abuse#tw: guns#cw: death#cw: child abuse#cw: guns#tw death#tw child abuse#tw guns#cw death#cw child abuse
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Undead Unluck ch.220 thoughts
[Here For a Good Time AND a Long Time!]
(Contents: thematic analysis - happiness/autonomy)
All Up From Here
What'd I tell ya? You don't give things a numerical score, cus something better is always capable of coming along. Tozuka himself even incorporated my exact feelings into this chapter!
"I'm as happy as can be, Andy." "What are you talkin' about, Nico?! It's all up from here!!"
Acknowledging that you're happy is of course an important first step to actually being happy, but to say that you can't be happier is to say that you'll never be this happy again, like a preemptive refusal to accept greater happiness in the future
This is also why I don't personally like to throw around "peak" as a compliment, because again it implies that nothing compares now and never will again. It puts the recipient on a pedestal, and forces all further interactions to be analyzed exclusively in comparison rather than on their own
Take me for example: long-time readers of mine know that Medaka Box is my favorite manga of all time, but as UU has continued to grow and evolve artistically and narratively, I've been forced to reexamine my relationship with both series. By insisting that nothing would ever surpass Medaka Box in my heart, I've been actively holding my opinion of UU down, refusing to change the shape of the hole that Medaka Box left in my life to fit UU, afraid that doing so would cause me to forget Medaka Box
...Huh, that sounds familiar, doesn't it?
Andy telling Nico to look forward rather than becoming complacent with his current happiness or previous joys is actually a perfect capstone to their last meeting in the previous loop, as Nico's inability to allow Mico to make him happy in Ichico's place was ultimately what allowed Ragnarok to reach a critical point as quickly as it did. He certainly won't allow it to get to that point again, but rooting himself in the high of getting married rather than looking forward to the perpetuity of married life rings a bit of a bell, and one that Andy is quick to silence
This Too Shall Pass
Andy himself needs to take a future-focused stance like this, as if he doesn't, he would certainly go insane...again. In L100, he spent 200 years trying to kill himself because he saw no future in his immortality, just a constant waste of time with no purpose or goal. He would never find love, and any love he did find would be fleeting, as he would watch everyone he cared for slip away. He'd peaked when he had his gang in the Wild West, and everything since then was downhill
Until he met Fuuko
Once Fuuko was in Andy's life, suddenly every day was better than the last. Every day was fun, every day was worth living, and even when he couldn't see her anymore, when he was stuck eternally burning alive on the sun, he knew that there would be a day when the suffering would end. Because he had something to look forward to, the knowledge that things would get better, Andy was able to put up with literally the most painful hardship anyone has ever experienced without a word of complaint
All thanks to Fuuko
No Fate But What We Make
Fuuko, of course, went through the same thing, just on a much smaller scale. She went through ten years of believing that there was no future in a life where she couldn't touch anyone, and the only thing that kept her going was the serialization of a manga. Once it ended, so too did the roadmap of her life; if the only thing she could look forward to was the next chapter, there was no future without one
It was only when she met Andy that she began to see possibilities for herself, that that there was a reason to keep going. Because of Andy, Fuuko was able to look ahead and make a real plan for herself, to commit to multiple preparations and contingencies across 200 years of loneliness, to lay the foundation for her and everyone else's happiness
All thanks to Andy
But Fuuko interestingly takes the opposite approach here. While she builds her future, she seems to think of it as a culmination of the past. She says that the moment of their meeting wasn't the start of their story, but rather Andy's very creation was the start, that he and his life choices are what brought the present and future into possibility. Fuuko attributes all of her successes to him, a domino chain that simply swept her along
But just like Andy corrected Nico, so too does he correct Fuuko
"It started with you, Andy. If you were never born, then I -" "Ha! It was just dumb luck. You're the one that turned that luck into fate."
In this moment, Fuuko has an external locus of control, believing herself to have been dealt a bad hand and that she just got lucky when she swapped out her cards, but that's not what Andy sees. He sees a woman who made the right calls with what she had, who swapped out the right cards and made the right bluffs to turn a bad hand around and win big anyway, and he doesn't want her to lose sight of that
Just like he doesn't want Nico to think his life is going downhill, he doesn't want Fuuko to think her life isn't in her control. If life isn't in your control, then neither is your happiness; anything you have can be taken away, and you forfeit the ability to take it back. Again, Andy can attest to that: he only found Fuuko by sheer dumb luck
No one orchestrated their meeting, it just happened, and it was only because Fuuko made the choice to embrace the consequences of that meeting that their lives turned out for the best. If Fuuko hadn't pushed herself to kiss Andy and save both of them from being captured by the Union, she likely would have been killed and he probably would have somehow found his way back to being Victor, this persona fading into nothing while still remaining unnamed
When hardships inevitably come Fuuko's way again, she needs to understand that she can't rely on luck to save her, but she can rely on herself. She's proven it a thousand times, and even become someone that everyone else can rely on; with her own hands, she defied everyone's destinies and forged a happy ending for all of them. That's not something that could have just happened by the whims of fate, only by the choices of someone with the strength to take control of their own life. After 100 loops with only subtle variations thanks to the minimal interference of the only one who could, the 101st has the chance to create the perfect ending specifically because Fuuko chose to interfere when given the opportunity
And now she has the opportunity to interfere one last time
Let's Enjoy Life
We've talked about it endlessly at this point, but Ruin is a clear foil to Andy in a ton of ways, and this chapter is a perfect illustration of that concept, literally. Not only is this fight happening on the bridge where Andy and Fuuko first met, the flow of the battle itself is like a speedrun of the first 20 chapters
The meteors and lightning from last chapter, getting hit by a vehicle and reduced to a head (the train in ch.1 or the truck in ch.2), having his body sealed by specially made Union containers (eye-scar guy in ch.1), getting pummeled by Void on the highway (ch.2), facing Shen immediately after (ch.3), then jumping straight to being launched into space by Nyoi Kinko (ch.16). Even the way he talks, insisting "this isn't enough to kill me" is pretty much exactly what Andy and Victor would say whenever anyone would hit them with anything - because he thinks they're trying to kill him
But that's not the goal. It never was
Tozuka played a fun little trick on us from the very beginning of the series. By calling UU "the story of [the] quest for the greatest death ever," the expectation that was set up was that we would see the most extravagant, bombastic and show-stopping death ever put to page, that the goal was to find the one thing that could actually overcome immortality. He made a promise that the story would end with Andy's demise and all the spectacle that came with it
With this chapter, it is clear that this was a promise that Tozuka had no intention of keeping
Not in the sense that Andy won't die, I have a hard time seeing this series ending without that punctuation to his story, but the death itself is no longer the purpose of the journey, and I would argue never really has been. The "greatest death ever" is one that comes at the end of a fulfilling life, one where the deceased is surrounded by people who love them and, even through the tears and grief, everyone can look back and smile. This was the lesson that Fuuko learned in ch.1 as she fell to what she thought was her death; the suicide that was meant to end her suffering simply put into perspective how empty her life had been, and being saved, being held, being shown affection by Andy showed her what her life could be
Ch.1 was a perfect preview of the rest of the series, because as I've said many times over by now, Andy and Fuuko's stories are near identical. Just as Fuuko learned that life needs to be lived for death to have meaning, so too would Andy. And now, two hundred and twenty chapters later, Tozuka has finally paid off that slow burn by having Andy acknowledge that he enjoys life!
And now he wants Ruin to do the same.
"I've got one rule and one rule only!! ... Now, c'mon, You follow it too!! Let's enjoy what life has to offer!!"
"You follow it too."
Andy doesn't want to kill Ruin. He wants Ruin to understand the truth. Ruin loves the world, and that's a start, but he wants to eliminate the thing that makes the world truly beautiful - the people in it. Andy's "ridiculously long life" was pointless because he was alone, and Ruin's life is set to be just as long. He insists that he only needs the Rules, but how long can that sustain his soul? At best, madness is all that awaits him, but as we said, a life that accepts it will never be happier is one that has accepted it will be unhappy
Ruin needs to be shown that his way of life will only lead to unhappiness, and that there's a better way. That loving people and being loved by people is better than hating them and isolating from them. Just like Andy drifted through life ambiently allowing things to happen to him, taking opportunities as they came along rather than actively working towards a goal, so too is Ruin losing control in this fight. He's getting smacked around like a rag doll by the culmination of the life that Andy lived, and the Rules he hid behind to distance himself from humanity can't do a damn thing to help him
When Andy thought there was nothing more he could do, that he had to sacrifice himself to the Union to keep Fuuko alive, she stepped up to save both of them, reaching out to someone else for the first time. That was the moment Andy's life started to change, the moment that Andy was truly born, and I believe that Ruin is about to learn exactly what that's like
Undeath and Rebirth
The official twitter gave us a fun bit of insight this week: in L100, the mark over Ruin's eye that I've been calling a scar this whole time was actually a birthmark. While the mark from Remember on Andy actually is a scar, it was present from the moment of Andy's creation, making it functionally identical to a birthmark
But now, in L101, both of these birthmarks are gone. Andy no longer has Remember, and Victor is no longer trying to return, so his wound has healed; meanwhile, Ruin's natural birthmark has been subsumed by a wound. Andy is no longer defined by his origin and now can look toward the future, while Ruin is likely hiding from his origin, covering it up and ignoring the implications of it
Andy was reborn and able to heal, but Ruin is more damaged than ever; more ruined than ever. With his birthmark gone, the pain of his past can be left in the past, but by marring himself so grievously, there will always be a reminder of it. It will only be once Ruin learns to look forward like Andy, like Fuuko, that he will be able to heal and be reborn as well. It is only then that he will cease to be ruined
Conclusion
Of course, this is all assuming that Tozuka actually cares enough about Ruin to keep him around and actively develop him. For all I know, this is going to be another Kururu situation where I'm filling holes that Tozuka only ever planned to leave empty, but as I've said a thousand times, Tozuka has built up more than enough good will for me to give him that benefit of the doubt. I wholeheartedly believe that Tozuka has a plan for Ruin (and hopefully for Kururu too), but in the end I'll still be okay with it either way so long as he uses them properly to develop and analyze Andy and Fuuko
At the end of the day, Ruin's character has given me another angle to approach our leads from, and that's what a good foil is supposed to do. Even if Ruin doesn't accept the lessons and is made to be an illustration of what happens when one refuses to live their life no matter what, that's just as good narratively, even if it's sad to think about. We'll just have to keep reading and enjoy what Tozuka has to offer, whatever that may be
...Ah, crumbs, do I need to change my sign-off???
The original translation was "let's enjoy life," but presumably for either accuracy or dramatic flair, David Evelyn went with "what life has to offer" this time. Now that it's been introduced in canon, that's the quote that's going to become iconic, and most people won't know about Tozuka's convention appearance or the chapter blurb that only appeared in the original magazine run! "Let's enjoy life" is inevitably going to be forgotten as the phrasing of the sentiment, so should I fight the tides and stick with the original, or accept reality and adapt accordingly...
...Well, when I put it that way, after everything I've said in this review, I think my choice is pretty clear. If anyone wants me to go back to the old way, let me know, but for now:
Until next time, let's enjoy what life has to offer!!
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ooc post abt some drama
So Iâm pretty sure everyone has either interacted with @/demigod-jack-hearth or at least seen some of the posts that were made abt his Circe au. Iâve been trying to keep track of everyoneâs thoughts on this (namely @unhinged-waterlilly and @if-chaos-was-a-boy who both have really helpful posts about it) and since Iâm capable of producing coherent thoughts every once in a while, I thought I would share my thoughts on all of this.
So I should probably start with the AU, which really was the cause of a lot of this chaos. So first of all, making it in the first place was a very interesting choice. Iâm not sure if Jack based it more off the odyssey or the epic musical, but either way itâs just a very weird decision. I understand people like to project on their character which makes sense, but Jack never mentioned being r@ped. (And I hope he never was) but it feels like if he was comfortable enough to make that part of an AU, he wouldâve probably mentioned it one of the times he was trying to defend himself.
I understand that HE mightâve thought it was a fine change to make since he was comfortable with it, but Iâve seen a handful of people saying it made them uncomfortable. Iâm aware itâs not his job to make sure everyone is happy, but the whole AU was really unnecessary knowing it couldâve made someone uncomfortable.
People even went to Jack saying they were v!ctims and they didnât like his AU, and he basically told them to fuck off, without ANY condolences or apologies to the people for having to go through that. Those people shared their experiences and he just didnât care.
And YES Odysseus is a fictional character, but his trauma is still basically being disrespected. Iâve seen a couple of people saying other are being dramatic since they are angry about him being invalidated, but it makes sense to me why they would be angry.
One anon (who was a sa victim of I remember right) came to Jack being rude, and SO many people have been rude to this anon, calling them either rude or dramatic, but honestly I think they were just really angry about what Jack had done (which is perfectly understandable) and they didnât really think or bother to be polite when they sent that. They made a mistake too, but I donât think jacks response was any better.
And once he realized that he was wrong (after having to be confronted by multiple people) he NEVER apologized. The words âIâm sorryâ were not on a single one of his posts. He basically was just trying and failing to defend himself. This all couldâve been solved much quicker with a simple apology, but heâs more concerned with making sure everyone likes him and that heâs right so he doesnât have to deal with any guilt.
And now heâs apparently disappeared and has been self harming and just struggling a lot. But you want to know what I find interesting? Jack never mentioned having a boyfriend, and now Fred has taken control of his account, responding to almost everyone and trying to defend Jack. I might be the only one, but I did NOT understand how to use tumblr at first, and it took me a while until I even learned how to reblog people and tag stuff. Even once I did learn how to tag people, I wasnât tagging 20+ people on every post like Jack does. Another interesting thing is that the blog said something along the lines of âI didnât mean to blah blah blahâ and sounded like it was Jack defending himself, but then the message ended with -Freddy
If I was Fred, I wouldâve made ONE post explaining why Jack disappeared, and not mentioning any of the sh or breakdowns. He couldâve made a post without mentioning all of that and disrespecting jacks privacy. Instead, heâs been responding to every person and mostly trying to defend Jack in every one of them. He also said he locked Jack out of his tumblr account, which you LITERALLY CANNOT DO unless he took away Jacks phone, which just seems really controlling, even if he did think it was best for Jack. So yes, this is me saying that I donât think Fred is real. Especially since Jack is a ROLEPLAYER, and we are completely used to acting like different people.
Going back to the self-harm topic, I think that parts very weird as well. Heâs made self harm jokes, and while I know perfectly well people can use humor as a coping mechanism, thatâs just another really insensitive thing to do. It just doesnât really make sense to me how you can make self harm jokes one week and then let your boyfriend tell a bunch of people on the internet youâve been trying to hurt yourself.
Overall I think this spiraled into a lot more than it shouldâve been, and this all wouldnât have happened if he had just apologized, or just never have made that AU.
jacks tag list- @zariahthewitch @thegroovydaughterofhestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @the-gods-strange-children @silena-daughterofaphrodite
@fabulousdaughterofhecate @weakest-son-of-sun @chaos-pers0nified @neoptolemus-achilles-son
@bast-the-best26 @goddess-of-bubblegum @gaygirldoodles @luck-is-crucial
@reyna4ever @vicious-daughter-of-zeus @feral-hermes-child @oopsies-i-did-a-thing @unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia
@that-girl-cupid @ariathemortal @love-lightning-forethought @emdabitchass
@kaiaalwayswins @champion-of-revenge @i-was-never-sane @clown-energy-skyrocketing @zoe-aura-of-d3ath
@itsyourboyezra @lunar-eklipso-r @pink-koi-lovejoy @that-daughter-of-athena
@sleepy-as-a-song @smileyalater @thedaughter-of-death @gellyhelio @daughter-ofthe-moontitan
@demeters-daughter-is-done @the-smart-and-the-dumb-one @trinket-snatcher @southerndaughterofeos
@creature-under-ur-bed @burnt-out-bitxhes
#ooc post#ooc#tw sa mention#tw sex assault mention#tw r@pe mention#tw s3lf harm#tw sh mention#self h@rm#this ended up being much longer than I intended#sorry guys#i will probably end up making a reblog with some more things heâs done that arenât related to the au#but right now Iâm trying to avoid starting any arguments#thanks to everyone who read this though!
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i lied! i did big fibs, i have more to say about the watcher situation after all. some assorted thoughts:
1. i'm a little surprised at just how big the rift is in the fandom post-apology. if i go into the tag, it literally alternates between "you guys are twisted sickos for bullying them into walking back the new platform" and "you guys are major chumps for accepting the apology and my trust is permanently damaged." this is a fandom that previously seemed pretty monolithic to me as an outsider, so i wonder if this will have long term implications for the sustainability of their fandom.
2. they said there'd be a "free subscription" to the platform for patreon supporters. makes sense, since their patreon tiers are mostly more expensive than the watchertv sub. this was presented as an indefinite sub dependent on continuing to pay their patreon, but patrons are receiving emails saying the sub is actually only for 3 free months. i'm like 90% sure this is the same kind of situation where they encouraged password sharing even though the platform doesn't enable it. they once again just seem to not fucking know what the vimeo ott platform they're using is capable of doing. they have to stop making statements like this until they get a better understanding of it because it's continuing to make them look bad.
3. there are multiple reports on reddit that at least ryan and sara (shane's spouse) are deleting comments on their instagram. look, i get it, some of the things people are saying are downright vile. the pointed targeting of steven and the borderline fanfic-writing quality of some of the theories about what went down interpersonally on the team during this decision is fucking weird at best and racist/invasive at worst. furthermore, i dont think making comments on personal instagrams is a good way to be heard. but on the other hand, controlling what people say on your platform right after you made a "we hear you" statement is really bad optics. obviously i think they have a right to delete anything that's outright bigoted, but it seems like they're deleting anything decidedly negative.
4. some of the comments getting deleted are about potential "fake" or "plant" patrons trying to skew the narrative positively on the watcher patreon. i frankly think this is unfounded conspiracy shit until i see substantial proof, but deleting these comments in particular without responding can cause some straight up streisand effect. this can really quickly start snowballing if they make it look like they don't want anyone talking about it. overall i just don't know if they understand just how much they're under the microscope right now. i didn't have to search very much to dig this stuff up - people are watching and documenting them. i think the variety article revealing they did initially intend to remove their backlog and them trying to pretend they didn't walk that back has caused a lot of people to hyper-inspect their every move. they're already in the youtube drama content cycle, and they risk someone making a blowout exposĂŠ if they aren't careful.
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