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[kstarlitchaotics]

Again if you go by of what any entertainment celebrities does or says you need to either rethink yourself to what you want for your COUNTRY NOT to what whom is at the events or to show to do entertainment they DO NOT define the policies that provides for the future of this country

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To Win Her Back~ Pt1:Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve and Nancy just broke up, an idea pops into his head. To make her jealous and his way to do so is fake date you, a girl who can't resist the offer he had made. A/N: This is going to a part of a series, I don't know long as of yet. I just got back into writing, I'm always accepting to feedback. Please re-blog and feel free to comment! I had so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 3188 Warnings: Use of Y/N, Parental loss, Sick Parent, The reader uses she/her pronouns and identifies as female, intimate remarks (nothing towards Steve and reader). I think that's all I can remember, lmk if there's anything else. ......

You walked silently to your locker in the ever-so busy hallway of Hawkins High School, people lined the walls, gossiping, making out with their fling of the week, or just minding their own business. Your headphones were blaring with some Black Sabbath song, making it near impossible for you to pay any attention to the soundsaround you. You were the silent type, but somehow in this small town, everyone knew your business, how your mother passed giving birth to your little sister 4 years ago or how your father was recently diagnosed with leukemia. Everyone knew everyone’s business and you weren’t excluded by any chance. You make your way to your locker, and open it collecting your belongings before heading home. As you walk away, someone slams your locker for you, loud enough for you to hear it through your headphones. You jump and see King Steve standing on the other side of your locker.

You quickly pause your music on your cassette player, “What the fuck was that for?” You ask, crossing your arms. Even though you were typically a quiet girl, you had quite the temper.

Steve smirked and ran his hand through beautiful hair. You never really talked to him, you used to sit next to him during your Freshman year, but that was the only interaction you had with him in high school. “Just tryna’ get your attention”, he said casually, the smirk still evident. 

“Why?” You asked sassily, arms still crossed. It wasn’t like Steve normally wanted your attention, you never thought he even noticed you, you really just blended into the crowd.

He moved closer to you, now leaning onto your locker,”I have a proposition for you.” You raise your eyebrow, curious. “And that is?”

“Nancy and I broke up”,he said, his smirk faltering a bit. You knew that, everyone in Hawkins knew, gossip spread like wildfire around this stupid little town. You nodded, not really understanding why he was telling you that. “How does that involve me?, Harrington.”

He suddenly became a bit nervous, his body language shifted, a nervous hand running through his hair, once again,”Um..I was wondering if you and I…god this is weird..um if we could..shit I don't know how to say this..”

“Just spit it out already.” You say impatiently, along with your temper you didn’t like to keep waiting. 

“I want you to be my fake girlfriend”, he blurted. At first, you feel your eyes widen,but then you start laughing. This has to be some joke or prank or something. “Gosh, you’re a real comedian, Harrington.”

“Y/N”, his demeanor turned serious,”I’m not joking.” For the second time, your eyes feel like they're bulging out your head, you couldn’t believe that Steve Harring, the King of Hawkins High, was asking you to become his fake girlfriend. Every girl, maybe some guys wanted Steve Harrington, he was the dream guy, he was an asshole 99% of the time, but it didn’t matter, he was hot and the captain of the swim team and star player in basketball. Every girl wanted him.

“Why?”you began,astounded by his question,”First off, you literally just got out of a relationship. Second of all, everyone goddamn girl in this school will willingly jump your bones if you ask them, or even look at them. I’m not that kind of girl, Harrington.” 

"Y/N”, he began,”That’s exactly why I want you to be my fake girlfriend, you’re the only one who wouldn’t try seducing me the first chance you get.”

I sigh,”Why do you even need a fake girlfriend?” I ask, curiously. 

He let out a nervous chuckle,”I want to make Nancy jealous,”he pauses,”Y’know show her what she’s missing.” You nod, understanding what he’s saying, but you can’t help but feel weirded out. You felt weird that somebody would even ask you to be their fake girlfriend,”Steve..I don’t know..it’s kinda weird and-”

“I’ll pay you!”, he blurts. You cross your arms and scoff, feeling suddenly offended that you offered to even pay you. He quickly senses your shift of mood and opens his mouth,”100 bucks per week, I know you could use the money for you dad.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, frustrated. You did need the money, you were only surviving off of your mom’s inheritance and your father’s disability check, and the medical bills were not cheap. Your waitress job was barely even covering the rent at this point, you groan before finally agreeing. 

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver”, he says, pulling you into a hug. You pat his shoulder, trying to push yourself off, you’re not a big hugger. You only really hugged your sister and dad for the most part. “You’re welcome”, you quickly change your tone to something more threatening,”Listen, Harrington, I swear to fucking god, Harrington. If you get any ideas into the fucking head of yours, I swear I will kick your ass.”

He puts his hands up defensively,”Hey, hey, hey”, he reassures,”Trust me, no funny business from me.” I nod, pulling my bag up to my back.

“I gotta go, Harrington.”, you started before trying to walk away through the now-empty hallway,”Gotta sister to pick up from preschool.”

He nods before calling out,”We need to make a set of rules, sometime”.

You turn your back to him and call as you walk towards the doors,”My house, 7pm, don’t be late.” You quickly make yourself to the back parking lot to find your old beat up station wagon, your dad’s turned yours. He couldn’t drive much anymore so he gave it to you, to run errands and what not. You hop into the car and turn your keys into the ignition before speeding off to the preschool. You were already 10 minutes late. 

During the drive you couldn’t help but think about your new situation, you were now Steve Harrington’s girlfriend, well fake one but nobody could know that. You find yourself groaning at the thought, Steve Harrington was the most popular guy in school and you were practically a nobody. You just faded into the background, nothing was particularly special about you besides your great taste in music in style. It was safe to say, you were different but not noticeably. You wore light makeup and opted for more of a 70s look, you loved the decade prior to the one you were currently living in. Everything from the music and to the fashion and the hair, you were in love. Most people called you dated, but you called yourself cultured. But now since you were now “dating” Steve, you were now going to be more in the spotlight.

You pull into the pre-school, quickly spotting Melissa and her pre-school teacher. You pull up to them and quickly get out of the car, ushering to Melissa. "You're late again, sissy”, Melissa nagged. You quickly picked her up in your arms,”Sorry Lis, got caught up.” You apologized and turned to her teacher,”Thank you for waiting.” She hummed in response as you quickly opened the back seat up and put her in her carseat.

“Miss Y/N”, the teacher began,”We love having Melissa with us, but you owe us almost a hundred dollars. We've been trying to be patient, but we need you to pay your bill.”

You nod and sire, tiredly.”I’ll try having it by the end of the week, thank you.” She hums in response and you wave her a goodbye before getting into the station wagon and driving off. 

The ride home was surprisingly quiet, Lis passed out in the backseat, apparently her day was exhausting. You hummed to some rock song on the radio as you drove home. Hawkins was a nice town, you’d have to admit, however it had its disadvantages. Like the town aesthetic, perfect and beautiful, however the people were annoying. All they did was gossip, about everything and everyone. Oh, you’re married to an alcoholic? Exposed. Pregnant before marriage? Exposed. It was like you were automatically shunned if you were different. You silently pull up to your driveway. Getting out of the car and carefully unbuckling Lis as you made your way over, carrying her in your arms to the house.

You prop open the door into your small abode and walk in. “Hey girls”, you hear your father call weakly. You walk to the living room with Lis still in your arms, “Hey dad”, you say softly as you find him sitting in his leather arm chair, the thing has to be older than you. It has been his spot since you , yourself were an infant. You carefully set Lis on the couch before turning to your father,”Long day?”, you ask.

He shrugged,”Just slept most of it”, he said,”tried to clean up a bit, but it didn’t work so well.” You nod sympathetically and place a comforting hand on his back. It’s been hard to watch your dad struggle, he used to be the most hardworking man you ever knew. After your mother’s passing, your father worked 2 jobs and made sure to come home after his late night shift, just to make sure he had tucked you and your sister in. But now, he struggles to move or do things on his own. “It’s alright dad”, you say. 

He looks at you and it pains you, his eyes are always glassy and he’s been getting more pale. It wrecks you apart, truly. “Pumpkin, want to watch a movie?”, your father asks. You nod, and sit on the floor beside him as puts on E.T, you both fall into a comfortable silence as the movie plays. 

Hours pass and you find yourself in the kitchen, making dinner as you hear a knock on the door. “Sissy! Someone’s at the door!”, your sister calls.

You huff,”I hear that, Liss”, you interject,”Can you get it?” You hear her groan before she stomps to the door, like you, she has an attitude. 

“It’s a guy here for you!” She calls. Your eyes widen as you remember about Steve, you completely forgot you had invited him. “A guy?”, your father chirps from the kitchen table where he is now sitting, filling out a crossword puzzle. 

You glance over to the clock hanging on the wall and realize it’s 6:58, you quickly set down the can of tomato soup before walking to the front door and see your sister interrogating Steve. “Alright, Lis, stop questioning the poor guy”, you huff. She looks up at you,”Wasn’t questioning”. You give her a look before she scurries off into the kitchen.

“She’s cute”, Steve said. You nod. 

"She sure is something”, you move aside and let him in. 

He laughs a bit. “I’m making dinner right now if you’re hungry, tomato soup and grilled cheese”, you say. 

He nods, suddenly shy. It was unusual to see Steve shy, he walked around with some sort of arrogance and charisma usually. You lead him into the kitchen and your father immediately takes in Steve’s presence. “Heh”, your father begins,”This is a first, my daughter bringing a guy home.” You roll your eyes as your dad chuckles at his own comment. 

“Steve”, Steve says, outstretching his hand. Your father takes it, amused. “Oh, I know who you are. You’re dad owns that big ol business”

Steve nods and your father pats the seat next to him, “Sit, let’s talk.” Steve carefully sits next to your father.You bite back a smile, you knew what was to happen, your father was going to interrogate Steve, brutally. You didn’t bring guys home, not since sophomore year,when you got yourself a boyfriend, Eddie Munson. You couldn’t forget it, your father was newly a widower at the time, but oh did he bust Eddie’s balls, alright. He walked out the house after, acting like he just confessed to a murder or something. You ultimately wonder if that led to your break-up, but you knew it was really because you were just better off as friends. 

You continued to work on dinner as your father tore Steve a new asshole, your father may have been sick but he still acted like his old self, busting people’s balls. Your sister listened in, softly giggling as Steve would get flustered at a question your dad asked or when your father swore. Soon enough you finished supper and placed it on the sable along with some bowls and spoons. “That’s enough dad’”, you lightheartedly,”Don’t want another guy leaving the house scared shitless, do you?” 

Your dad shrugs,”Wouldn’t hurt.” You give your dad a look as he begins to chuckle, you smile to yourself before taking a seat next to Steve. ‘Well dig in, guys.”

Dinner was full of your sister rambling about her day, everyone else digging in trying to pay attention to her babbling. You look over to Steve and see him listening intently to the four-year olds rambling, it melts your heart for a second.

She stops her rambling as your father begins to speak,”So, pumpkin”, he addresses you,”What is Mr.Harrington’s relation to you?”

“He’s awfully cute”, your sister quips. Steve begins to chuckle softly as a pink shade tints his cheeks. 

You internally groan as you remember about the deal you made with Steve, to be his ‘girlfriend’. You try your best to be on a smile before taking Steve’s hand to yours, you swear you see Steve’s eyes widen as you touch him. “We’re dating”, you try to exclaim but it comes out more of a question than anything. Your father raises his eyebrows before humming. 

“You guys are dating?!”Lis breaks out smiling. Her chubby cheeks prominent as she grins,”That’s so cute! That means you guys are in love!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that one, whilst Steve nearly chokes. “So in love”, you sarcastically.

Your father raises an eyebrow at your comment but says nothing. He takes another spoonful of his soup in his mouth before speaking up,”About time”, your father says,”You’ve been working too hard and worrying too much, maybe Harrington here might loosen you up.”

You let your eyes widen surprised, you never thought your father, the ball buster himself, would accept a guy for you to date. Well as he thinks you’re dating. You nod stunned to speak. Dinner finishes shortly after that, you help your father back into his recliner as you send Lis to clean up the table. You make your way back to the kitchen and find Steve washing the dishes. “You don’t have to”, you intervene. 

“I want to”, he says, washing a plate,”I insist, you cooked and I’m gonna clean up at least, as a thank you.”

Before you could reply, Lis beats you to it,”He’s such a gentleman, he’s your gentleman, Y/N/N.”, she teases.

“Melissa, shut it”, you say embarrassed,”You’re just happy because you don’t have to rinse.”

Your sister nods before running off to the living room. “I’m sorry about her, she’s a handful”, you apologize.

Steve laughs,”It’s all good, she’s cute”. You both begin to fall in a comfortable silence, you wipe the counter and sweep the floor as he finishes the dishes. You never took Steve to be the type to wash up or be gentle with a child, you always thought he was too egotistical to be caring or sensitive but maybe you were wrong after all, or maybe he changed. Shortly, the kitchen is clean and you bring Steve up to your bedroom to discuss the rules of your relationship. 

Once in your room, Steve looks around your room. Admiring the band posters of Fleetwood Mac, Black Sabbath, and many others that showered your walls. He stepped further and saw some of the artwork Lis had made that was pinned to a corkboard. “I like your room”, he compliments. He traces your light green quilt that sat on your bed, as you grabbed your notebook. “Thanks”, you mumble. 

You sit down on your bed and pad the spot next to you, encouraging Steve to sit next to you. He obliges and sits. “So time to make up the rules,” you announce, suddenly nervous,”1st rule, no heavy PDA. I don’t want to be those weirdos that are practically dry humping in the halls.”

Steve laughs as you write that down,”Yeah, no need to worry about that. We only need to hold hands and hug, maybe kiss on occasion.” 

“Hug? Kiss?”, you say with a grimace on your face,”Fore-warning, I am a terrible hugger and only kiss me if it’s absolutely necessary.”

He laughs at your remark,”Yeah, that’s fine, nothing you aren’t comfortable with.” You write that down as well. 

“You have to attend parties with me”, he adds. You raise your eyebrows,”Parties?”

“Yeah, it’d be weird if my girlfriend didn’t show up to them with me”, he points out. You internally groan, you did not like social gatherings but he had a valid point, so you complied and wrote it down.

A thought comes to your mind, and instantly you shiver at it before opening your mouth,”We are not going to have sex or anything along the lines”, you say, determinedly.

He throws his hands in the air backing away slightly,”Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re pretty and all but not my type”, he brushes it off. You couldn’t help but feel a bit upset with his words, not his type? That’s weird because you heard from a lot of girls that anyone that was a girl, was his type. You quickly right down ‘No sex’ onto the paper. 

“Last of all”, you begin,”No falling in love with me, this is simply to get you back with Nancy, alright?’

Steve nods,”Only if you promise not to fall in love with me, sweetheart.”

“Trust me I won;t”, you roll your eyes and write down ‘no falling in love with one another’ down. “I think that’s it”, you say before shutting your notebook down. 

“Alright”, Steve says standing up,”We’re officially fake dating, I’ll pick you up tomorrow before school?” 

You look at him with wide eyes,”You’re driving me to school?”

He nods,”Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be your chauffeur to and from school.” You cross your arms before opening your mouth,”Y’know I have to drop Lis off at preschool and pick her up too, right?”

‘She can come too”, he says. You sigh before agreeing. You bid goodbye and crash onto your bed once you hear the front door shut. A million thoughts were racing in your head, you were now Steve Harrington’s girlfriend and you were scared. This was out of your comfort zone by far, but you know you had to do this. You were struggling financially and Steve offered money, and in your current lifestyle, it wasn’t something you could turn down.

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A/N: I feel like there is wayyyy to much dialogue and it's a bit awkward, I accept feedback and requests! I hope you enjoyed!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Emily Singer at Daily Kos:

Donald Trump's rally at Madison Square Garden on Sunday was so revolting that it got the media to do something it almost never does: explicitly call something “racist." The rally was meant to deliver Trump’s closing argument for why voters should give him another term in office, but speaker after speaker made bigoted remarks about Latinos, Black people, Palestinians, and Jews, as well as made violent and misogynistic comments about Vice President Kamala Harris. There was so-called comedian Tony Hinchcliffe, who made a so-called joke calling Puerto Rico a “floating island of garbage.” Hinchcliffe made another racist and vulgar comment about Latinos, saying, “And these Latinos, they love making babies too. Just know that. They do. They do. There’s no pulling out. They don’t do that. They come inside. Just like they did to our country."  Hinchcliffe didn’t stop there, unfortunately. He also used racist stereotypes about Black people, saying they carve watermelons instead of pumpkins.

But it wasn’t just Hinchcliffe. Former New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani disparaged Palestinians, calling them all “terrorists.” Former Fox News host Tucker Carlson called Harris “a Samoan-Malaysian, low-IQ, former California prosecutor.” And another speaker disparaged Harris’ intelligence, saying she is controlled by “pimp handlers”—a disgustingly racist and misogynistic way to describe the first Black female vice president. The event was so awful that even The New York Times—which has spent the election cycle sanewashing Trump's speeches to make them sound normal—called the event racist.

Happy to see the media finally call out the hatefest of what Trump rallies really are.

[malarkgirlypop]

What the Easy men are ticketed for when driving

Richard Winters:

He has all of his paperwork at the ready the police officer doesn’t even have to ask. He’s very apologetic, but he didn’t do anything wrong. Dick politely chats with the officer, he’s not intimidated by the man but he’s being cautious. When the officer says he made a mistake and lets him go, Dick is very understanding. They even exchange information, talk about meeting up. You feel like a third wheel for a hot sec. He has never had a ticket.

Lewis Nixon:

IM NOT DRUNK!!!! I CAN DANCE, I’LL PROVE IT!!! 'Darling stay in the car', proceeds to fall out of the car while trying to exit. The cop and you exchange a glance. You follow the cop car to the station, you can see Nixon’s little head in the back window. He was indeed drunk. Yeah you should've seen it coming he had to blow into a breathalyser before starting the car, turns out that's why you were there.

Harry Welsh:

Nervous around the cop, tries to make small talk but the guy isn’t having it. You sit there in awkward silence as the cops leaves to fill out the paperwork. Harry got pulled over cause he was trying to show you a trick, but the trick was swerving back and forward across the lanes and wasn’t very impressive. Sheepishly takes the fine, with a mumbled apology.

Ronald Speirs:

Asserts dominance over the cop, uses his killer stare. The cop is jumpy under his cold glare. He’s not smug about it, stating facts about the law making the cop look dumb. The officer can tell he’s fighting a losing battle so tries to rescind the fine. Ron is very happy about this reaching out if the window to give the cop a pat on his arm. "It’s ok, people make mistakes". Leaves the police man in the dust before the interaction is truly over. He was speeding, but it was fine, he had somewhere important to be.

Carwood Lipton:

I feel like he would be the same as Winters. Very calm and collected, hearing out the officer. Obviously it's our baby boy and he hasn't done anything wrong. Even if the cop was a total dick, Lip would be so polite and understanding. I think it would piss off the cop that he wasn't talking back, giving a "Have a good night officer", as the cop marches away muttering under his breath. I'm sure he would turn to you saying, "shall we?" before pulling away from the curb. He did nothing wrong, Lip getting fined. Ha! You wish.

George Luz:

Thinks he is a stand up comedian and can get out of the ticket by telling jokes. Unfortunately for Luz he gets the most grumpy, stoic officer of all time. George crashes and burns with each quip and pun, you sink lower in your seat hoping the ground will swallow you whole, (we all know second hand embarrassment is the silent killer). Finally he receives the ticket and you sit in silence while he re-thinks his entire life. Before making the most ridiculous remark sending everyone into hysterics. He is very proud of himself, "I knew I still got it. He was just a bad crowd." Very pleased with himself he doesn't even care he got a ticket. What was the ticket you ask. Trying to stand and drive. Yeah this isn't his first time either, yikes George.

Joe Toye:

Yeah no this man never gets pulled over. Even if he does, he will evade the police. His brag is that he has never been ticketed. Well, they have never been able to catch him to give it to him. He will never tell you what he does to be chased by the police, the mystery of it all. Bill says its cause he's a shit driver.

Bill Guarnere:

Knows everyone, so when he is pulled over all you get is, "Wild Bill you mad dog, I haven't seen you in years!" Buddies with the whole police force, gets let off the hook way too often. Has broken all the laws, but hey when you know everyone, what really are laws?

Joe Liebgott:

You all might think he's a bad boy rebel with the most tickets out of the lot. But you forget, hes a tried and true cabby. Like Bill he knows everyone, all you have to do is utter his name and you can get a million stories about the man. His brag is that he has never been ticketed, sure he's broken the law, but he never gets caught. Unlike some people *cough cough* Toye. But hey Toye hasn't actually been caught, just been in multiple car chases.

David Webster:

He's offended you think he drives. Clearly passenger seat princess, put some respect on his name. Has been fined for not wearing a seatbelt and standing up through the sun roof singing Unwritten, but that's just a vibe and he has the ticket framed on his wall.

Buck Compton:

The self proclaimed 'best driver of the group'. He's daddy and drives around his baby boy's. He's like the dad that picks you up from Saturday sport, 'who wants to stop at McDonalds?' His car is the vibe, everyone always fights over who rides with him on road trips. Has the best songs and snacks for the road trips, he laughs in the face of tickets, this man is untouchable and has a squeaky clean record. May have tried to do a donut, but he'll never tell.

Eugene Roe:

Pfft, this man getting pulled over. You're dreaming. The most calm driver. He's like my nana, anyone heard of the story the tortoise and the hare, yeah well he's the tortoise. No one wants to drive with him if they need to be somewhere in a hurry, he's too nice and gives way to everyone. This man panics when the police pass him, even when he's doing nothing wrong.

Babe Heffron:

If Gene is the tortoise, then Babe is definitely the hare. Hold on for dear life if you ride with this man. The most chaotic driving of all time. Over taking, under taking, side by side taking? Yeah he does it all. You see orange light, he sees pedal to the metal. Speed limits are just suggestions to this man. The amount of fines and tickets this man gets in a year he could buy a whole other car.

Donald Malarkey:

He's a good driver, but boy oh boy he's easily distracted. If you're sitting in the back showing photos to the rest of the boys, he's turning around fully in the seat to see what's going on. The most common phrase in his car is, "Don watch the road!" He's a fun driver having the best songs and also has karaoke mics in the car that he hands back, but please encourage him to keep both hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road. The ads the are on the side of the road are catered just for him, he can't help himself when he sees something flashy. Has rear ended a car or two, maybe one of them was a police officer, but no one was there to see it.

Skip and Penk:

They don't drive. Skip is clearly a passenger princess and Alex is a backseat babe! Just tell them to please keep all limbs inside the car. Should not be allowed in Malarks car as they are the reason for his distraction but the love it, you will have to pry them out of the car they aren't splitting up!!

[juunobox]

──★ ˙ ̟ "PERFECT TIMING!"

you're nikolai's intimate friend (nikolai gogol x gn! reader) and he wants to 'free' you

summary : you're nikolai's friend and he wants to give you a taste of freedom (which of course means, he wants to kill you) ur like fyodor to him in this fic, kinda warnings : implied mental disorders, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal ideation, assisted suicide. you have a complicated relationship w him please do not take this seriously, fr i wrote this for coping purposes lol and sorry if it's kinda OOC this is the first ever nikolai x reader i wrote... dont beat my ass and english isnt my native i suck at grammar

Your days has always been mundane. You woke up and work on your laptop all day, then go back to sleep. However, there was a moment when your days became a bit more colorful, thanks to Nikolai's presence. He's an eccentric man who dressed like a clown and spoke theatrically. How did you meet someone like him in the first place? That's a story for another day.

With the time you both had, usually in the evening, he had developed a habit of visiting your place. By that hour, you'd be done with your day job, and you'd have the time to focus all your attention on him. It started as something casual, but as time went by, the two of you realized just how much you understood each other, at least to some extent.

His philosophy about freedom. The belief that being human itself is akin to being in a prison, it speaks to you. And the moment you expressed to him that you too shared the same belief, something changed between you two.

“Because you’re my…

Dear, intimate friend.”

He was fun to spend time with, so much so that it made you forget that he's a terrorist, a member of DOA. He brought colors to your uneventful, colorless life, and you didn't understand why.

“I guess you're sane in an insane way, Kolya.”

The clown laughed at the way you worded it. “Hilarious way to put it, [y/n]! You’d make for a talented comedian. You shouldn’t let this talent of yours go to waste! Don’t you think so?”

You sighed at his remark. “I’m way too anxious to do that. I can't stand in front of the stage and speak in theatrics like you do.” You eyed him playfully, and he giggled at that.

“Is that so? My dear friend can't handle the stage? How adorable, you’re intimidated by your own kind!” He scooted closer and cupped your chin in his hand. Your cheeks warmed up a bit at his touch, and you attempted to hide it. “You talk as if you're not a human yourself,” you said in return.

Nikolai’s grin grew even wider at your comment. “But I am one, I am a perfectly sane human being.” He tilted your head slightly to the side as he leaned even closer, his hot breath caressing your cheek. You swallowed nervously and darted your gaze away, unable to bring yourself to meet the silver haired clown's mismatched eyes.

And then he kissed you. It was a tender, loving kiss. Nikolai attempted to deepen the kiss, but you managed to push him away. He didn't try to force himself on you; however, he simply stared down at you with a smile. A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Did you just kiss me? What was that even for?” 

“Because… I’m looking for an answer.”

“What?”

“I’m looking for an answer.”

You didn't quite understand what he meant at that moment.

This wouldn’t end well, you knew it. Yet, you couldn't resist him.

The relationship between you two was something that words couldn't quite explain. You two weren’t exactly lovers, but you weren’t exactly friends, either. An undefined one, dancing between the lines of friendship and romance. But did you want it to end? Of course not. You never questioned it, despite the uncertainty gnawing at you.

You had always been good at hiding your emotions after all, or at least, that's what you think. Good at fooling others into believing that you were okay when you were not, because you felt far too shameful to express them freely. You beat yourself up inside your head. You couldn't feel things normally, you either feel nothing or everything at once. It's too much. Nauseating. You hated those feelings. But one day, at the worst possible moment, the clown appeared before you. As you were grappling with your breakdown, you found yourself pouring out your thoughts and feelings to him. Nikolai was present with his vacant facet, silently listening to every word.

"I just want to be free. I hate feeling things. I hate this. I hate everything. I want everything to stop!" Your voice was laced with desperation, and you continued, "If I had a gun, I probably would've done it already. I'm so tired of all of this. My mind is telling me to stop, but I can't do it! I keep doing it, I can't stop myself. I wish my body would just give up. All the things I've done to my body, I've tried inflicting all sorts of damage to it, yet somehow, the heart still tries to beat, and so I remain alive."

In the midst of your distraught state, Nikolai's face held sympathy for a moment. He approached you and pulled you into a tight embrace. He didn't say anything, he kept silent— only his grip gradually tightening as if he wanted to crush your pain away.

—

Just like any other evening, you were in your room with Nikolai. He had brought you something new - a small variety of Ukrainian sweets. He said he wanted you to taste a piece of his homeland. It was unusual because Nikolai had never brought you food before despite his frequent visits, but he seemed eager, so you decided to show your appreciation by giving it a try.

In mere minutes, your stomach began to twist and turn, forcing you to curl up in pain at the edge of the bed. “Aren’t you going to help me?" you cried out, struggling to make sense of the situation.

"...."

"Oh, wait." "You're not going to help me because you intended to do this, right?” You managed to say as you writhed in agony.

Nikolai seemed momentarily disconnected from reality but soon snapped out of it and burst into laughter. “Oh, dove! Does it hurt? Yes, you’re a smart one, aren’t you? I did slipped a liiittle bit something into this dessert,” he placed his own food aside and peered over you. “But I didn’t use enough to kill you, what do you think!” He exclaimed loudly in his usual antics. You always thought you understood him, but there were moments when you couldn’t quite wrap your head around his thinking. This was one of those moments.

“After all we've been through, you’re trying to kill me now?”

For a moment, the silver-haired man appeared taken aback. “Why do you ask? That's precisely why I want to kill you. To prove my freedom. Don't you yearn for the same?”

"You wish to be liberated from your emotions, don't you?"

It didn’t take long for you to grasp the meaning of that. You both shared the same understanding, after all. That emotions made you feel imprisoned, but you never thought Nikolai would express it this way. Before you could respond, he continued.

“Because you’re my... intimate friend… it pains me to witness your struggle to break free, just as I am.” He mumbled, his eyes empty and distant. “You’re my dove. My dearest. My angel.” By each words spoken, his voice turned softer, and he sounded genuine for once.

After a trail of endearment terms rolled off his tongue, you spoke. “Perfect timing,” you whispered, managing a grin despite the aching pain in your stomach.

“Then, why don’t we find freedom together, Kolya?”

—

"Nikolai,” you whispered, caressing his cheek. You knew this would be the last time you'd see him. “How do you feel right now? You look happy. If you were to look in the mirror, your grin is so wide I didn't even know someone could smile like that.

“Hahahahahaha! I am indeed feeling ECSTATIC!” He pulled colorful balls out of his coat, along with a couple of knives, and began juggling them in his hands. “Now, it's time for a quiz! Which weapon will I use to end your life? I have knives, guns, bombs, oh, a wide variety of choices! This is going to be super thrilling! So exciting that words couldn’t do justice!” You could only manage a faint chuckle at this. “All of those weapons, because you like torturing people to death. Right?” 

Nikolai took a couple of steps closer to you, continuing to speak in his theatrics. “Ding dong! You are—” He reached for a small knife and aimed it at your throat. “WRONG! You're wrong! Thought you answered that right, didn't you?! Gotcha!” He giggled to himself, his eyes not leaving your figure as his other hand reached into his overcoat, pulling out another knife.

“Because you are my dear friend, [y/n], I will grant you the honor of receiving special treatment. I'll make it quick for you because I want you to be free as quickly as possible!”

You had agreed to Nikolai taking your life.

You saw it as a two-way street, a mutual exchange. He could attain the sense of freedom he so desperately sought, and you could be liberated from your thoughts, emotions, and feelings.

Your miserable existence.

“Ready to take off, my dear?” Nikolai questioned, his grin stretching from ear to ear. He was smiling, but it appeared more like a manic one, instead of genuine happiness. It made you wonder what sort of expression you were wearing. A whirlwind of emotions are surging within you.

You are going to die. In Nikolai’s hands.

Slowly, you nodded. “I am.” Nikolai's grin widened even further, it appeared almost unsettling. Before you could utter another word, Nikolai had already plunged two knives deep into your chest. Your eyes widened, and you collapsed to the ground. Nikolai swiftly straddled you, and he didn't cease his stabbing. “Scream! Shout! Let me hear your cry of freedom, granted by the great Gogol himself! Hahahaha!” Laughter consumed him as he continued to relentlessly stab your neck and chest.

The pain was unbearable, but you couldn’t quite scream properly. Everything happened so quickly. Only disjointed sounds escaped your lips, drowned out by Nikolai's increasingly intense laughter as he continued to stab you.

"Freedom! Oh, this is what I've been searching for! I feel nothing!" He yelled hysterically. His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, your vision starts to blur, yet you could still see Nikolai wearing the same grin and glaring eyes. "My dear friend! Tell me! You feel free as well, just as much as I do right now, correct? Don't let my effort in killing you be in vain! You are free! Free from that prison you've been in! Say yes! Say yes!" He continued his rapid speech, almost matching the rhythm of the stabs.

Feeling your body growing cold, you could only muster a faint smile in response, sensing your blood seeping from your chest and neck. It felt oddly calming. The pain had lessened. Your body turned colder and colder, but the blood oozing from your wounds felt warm.

With the last bit of your strength, you managed to touch his cheek. You weren't sure if it was a hallucination or not, but Nikolai appeared to flinch in surprise when your hand made contact with his skin. Your body temperature was plummeting rapidly.

“...Kolya..” you managed to croak out, before closing your eyes and falling limp.

The floor was now painted red. The silver-haired clown’s once monochrome attire had almost turned crimson; stained with your own blood. There was a moment of silence, so profound that Nikolai could hear his own breathing. But then his breathing quickened, and his smile broadened once more.

“Hahaha!” He laughed out loud, “Oh! My dear friend is finally free now!” He picked up his knife again and lunged over your lifeless body. You were no longer breathing, but Nikolai continued to stab you. “The freedom we've desperately sought! Liberated from this thing called brainwashing!” The clown's eyes remained wide with trembling irises, an impression of madness. Unlike before, his voice now bore a subtle crack, as his gestures also became unsteady.

The same expression remained on his face, but tears started streaming down his cheeks. Nikolai seemed unaware of his own tears. “My dear friend! Tell me that I've achieved this freedom! You can confirm it because you understand me, right? You're the only one who understands me, after all!” His tone grew almost frantic, and his voice continued to break with each word. He pulled the knives from your chest and threw them aside, squeezing your cold, lifeless hand tighter in his warm ones.

“Because you’re… my dear friend… and you’re the only one who understands me…”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Leona, Vil, Azul, Jade, Floyd

Using half snow leopard fae, since growing up they know her secret being a half fae and what's more a mix breed along with her insecurity for being magically weak even being with

Fully knowing she been researching of why she is magically weak in the first place, until they made her laugh in pure happiness of a simple gesture they did that she wasn't aware that the plants around them went to full bloom and the surrounding became warm as if it's spring as she smiled at them and said " despite you being bit stubborn and a goof, you seem to make me feel happy love "

Bonus what will Malleus be when he witnessed that happened? Just out of curiosity

Make Me Laugh | Snow Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader x Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Well for one it isn’t particularly a secret 

Its just that you’ve shown interest in it now that you’ve matured

But that has been squashed and sullied by the horrid Diasomnia group

She has no insecurity, so she says 

She has no pain, so she says 

And she’s not exactly sharing with anybody 

Even her childhood friends harem

Anything known about your emotions is subtext

And even then its buried under your…heavy personality

“You want me to laugh? Hmmm then perhaps if you poisoned that student with an herb that transforms his luscious locks into prickly spines, I’d laugh.”

Her joy is birthed at the suffering of her enemies

Or those beneath her

Or Crowley

Honestly anyone’s pain is her serotonin:

Leona Kingscholar

Delivers that if he feels like it

He delights in your laughter no matter how crewel it can be 

But he also enjoys you snide remarks as you complain about whatever

He doesn’t care about your fae heritage or your power level

You’re just his (Y/n)

And he knows best how to tell you to stop 

When you’re boiling with rage

“Take a breather, its not as though the truth is leaving anytime soon.”

“What do you mean by that?!”

“Your DNA (Y/n) its not the end of the world as long as you’re here so relax. Better yet sleep.”

And if you need him to scar a couple kids its worth your laughter

Vil Schoenheit

“That’s just like you,(Y/n). Well we are having a dance class soon surely you’ll be pleased to put your input.”

If he’s the queen of vanity and beauty, your the king of crewelty 

He doesn’t mind just letting you run amok 

Especially if it keeps his underlings keeping away from you

And your power means nothing to him

And it shouldn’t to you

Since you’re almost as good at potion-making as him

“Have you’re fun. It is the tax of a king as crewel as you.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Is at his wit’s end

He can never match your lengths in creativity when it comes to igniting your laughter

Though sometimes his attempts make you laugh

He wonders if you had his powers 

How much more dastardly your contracts would be

He envies and admires that about you

But where you two relate most is that insecurity

Though he may stutter he’s the first tell you he loves all of you

And that he’s willing to conquer the whole world for you

“You’re such a romantic.”

“...D-do you still want that contract to have the tripping clause?”

“Hahaha yeah!”

Jade Leech

One of few who can make you laugh

Through orchestrated planning and scheming 

He can be the one to provide the event that will lift any spirits

He does it often

If only to get praise or the gift of your laughter

“I’m glad that was to your liking but how could you pin me as the culprit?”

“Obviously it has your signature touch!” 

To you he’s the comedian of the century 

And he usually can match your levels of entertainment

Which will be a perfect distraction while he eliminates all your self-doubt

Floyd Leech

Is more often then not riling you up 

Enjoying the aftermath of whatever pent up anger your releasing

But you?

Stressed out or worried?

“Ew lame princess leopard seal are you sad?!”

“What?! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU INTO SU–”

“That’s better.”

He’d sooner rile you up than make you laugh

But sometimes you do laugh

And it makes him feel all funny for the rest of the day

But whatever your laughing about ought to be good if it sets you off

And he can’t help but sigh in bliss as he scrapes off the entertainment from his uniform

Malleus Draconia

Is gifted to hear even a hint of your bell-like laughter

You have a several meter long radius for anyone from Diasomnia

Especially him

You’ll prefer to glare at him and cuss him out if he so much as looks at you

“But how can I not stare you’re simply alluring when you–”

“I WISH I COULD KILL YOU DIASOMNIA TRASH! SEVENS I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”

“Even when you scold me you’re so perfect.”

[princess-glassred]

Au where Maturin decides to bring Eddie back and let him do over his life, but the butterfly effect causes Richie to marry connor and now HE'S the one in an abusive relationship and Eddie's gotta help him out of it.

Maturin lets Eddie make one wish before he brings him back so Eddie wishes for him to have never met Myra and to break the abuss cycle sooner. He then wakes up on the morning that Mike is supposed to call him, remembering everything that just happened. It worked well, Eddie is single, happier, healthier, and wealthier now. He even ends up google searching Myra's name since, even though she was toxic, he was still married to her for a long time and finds it hard to wish ill will on her. Luckily she also seems to be doing much better, so Eddie doesn't gotta feel too guilty about his wish. It kinda sucks he's gotta fight pennywise again tho, but he knows whats gonna happen now so it should probably be a breeze.

He gets to the chinese restaurant and everything plays out excatly how you'd expect it, none of the losers have been changed at all by Eddies wish for independance. None except for Richie that is. Richie is so strikingly different Eddie doesn't even recognize him at first. He's wearing like... normal office worker clothes? And he looks cleaner and less uhhh haggered? And he even seems a little more quiet than usual. The scene where they talk about marriage goes about the same, except for when Richie says "You didn't know I got married? You seriously didn't know?" It's not a prelude to a joke. Eddie completely expects it to be but it's not, he just pulls out his phone and shows them all a picture of Connor and explains they've been together for a while now and got married in canada.

Eddie's very suspicious of this, and the overwhelming horror he feels when he finds out Richie Tozier isn't even Richie Tozier anymore, he's Richie BOWERS, makes him wanna throw up. It's actually pretty sad, because from context clues he picks up when Richie talks about Connor, he seems super unsupportive and downright mean. Richie's not even a comedian in this timeline, because Connor insisted being a comedian wasn't really viable and STRONGLY suggested Richie do something more useful. This seems to have fundamentally changed Richie's personality to the point he regards all his silly jokes and impressions he used to do as just kid shit that he's grown up past. All the losers finds this sad, especially Bev since she's been in an abusive relationship, but nobody but Eddie knows how to approach him on it.

He tries to help him realize Connor's an abusive spouse because he doesn't support him, and Richie lets it slip that the only reason he started dating Connor was because he was so lonely after the losers started splitting up. He hit total rock bottom, so before he left town he decided to give connor a chance again. And Connor managed to take the already emotionally vulnerable and insecure richie and make him even more insecure with demeaning remarks, nasty comments, and the insistence Richie change everything about himself. He does ultimately realize Connor is just using him, and that their relationship is woefully unhealthy, and it's all through Eddie reminding him of what actual love feels like.

Unfortunately this doesn't end well for either of them, because bizzarely, because now that Eddie knows to dodge pennywise and avoid getting stabbed in the stomach, some one else has to die. He realizes it's going to be Richie, but he feels that's unfair because he just finally understood how awful Connor is, he deserves to live to see a day where he's not tied down to him anymore. Eddie got to enjoy two days, knowing he wasn't burdened by his mother or Myra anymore, and that's good enough. Richie deserves that too. So he pushes him out of the way at the last second and winds up dead again. The i fucked your mom exchange is a lot more sad now though, because Richie hadn't even made a joke like that in years.

The fuckin turtle is shocked to see Eddie back, but he thinks his self sacrifice was very kind of him to do. It was so kind he decides to give Eddie ANOTHER chance, but he turns down the offer since he figured he screwed up richies life with his last wish, and he isn't too in the mood for fighting pennywise again. Maturin clarifies though that there won't be any tricks or loopholes or anything. They can just "skip right to the happy ending". So Eddie says all he really wants anymore is for he and Richie be together in the end.

He winds up outside the decaying neibolt street, being hugged by Richie. Richie is overjoyed to see Eddie survived the pennywise attack, and Eddie's just happy to see Richie back to his usual old annoying self. Then they all go to the quarry together, and Eddie and Rich smooch like Bev and Ben. Happy ending. :>

[kinonostalgie]

Sir Michael Palin, a revered figure in British entertainment, is celebrated for his remarkable versatility as an actor, writer, comedian, and travel documentarian. Born on May 5, 1943, in Sheffield, Yorkshire, Palin first gained fame as a member of the groundbreaking comedy group Monty Python. His work with Monty Python, which began in the late 1960s, is iconic, with Palin contributing to some of the most memorable sketches and characters in British comedy history.

Palin's talent for comedy was evident in his various roles in "Monty Python's Flying Circus," where he showcased his ability to deliver both absurd and subtle humour. His performances in sketches like the "Dead Parrot" sketch and the "Ministry of Silly Walks" are legendary. Monty Python's transition from television to film further cemented their status, with Palin playing key roles in classics such as "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," "Life of Brian," and "The Meaning of Life."

Beyond Monty Python, Palin's career flourished in diverse directions. He became an acclaimed travel documentarian, known for his engaging and insightful travel series. Beginning with "Around the World in 80 Days" in 1989, Palin embarked on a series of epic journeys that captivated audiences. His warm, personable style and genuine curiosity about the world and its people made series like "Pole to Pole," "Full Circle," and "Himalaya" hugely popular. These travelogues not only showcased his wit and charm but also his respect and fascination for different cultures.

In addition to his television work, Palin has authored several travel books that complement his series, offering deeper reflections on his adventures. His writing extends to fiction as well, with novels such as "Hemingway's Chair" and "The Truth" showcasing his literary prowess.

Palin's contributions to entertainment and culture have been widely recognised. He was knighted in 2019 for his services to travel, culture, and geography. This honour reflects not only his impact on comedy and television but also his role as an ambassador for cultural understanding and exploration.

Sir Michael Palin's career is a testament to his extraordinary talent and versatility. Whether making audiences laugh with his brilliant comedic performances, enlightening them with his travel documentaries, or engaging them with his writing, Palin's work continues to be cherished by fans around the world. His enduring legacy is one of creativity, curiosity, and a profound appreciation for the richness of human experience.

[pillow-anime-talk]

really funny!s/o.

request @cadetsfanfictionblog12​: hi there, i’m luna, i saw that requests are open may i request headcannons for hifumi, doppo and sasara with an funny s/o?

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; light romance; fluff; comedy; jokes; kisses; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. hifumi izanami, doppo kannonzaka & sasara nurude {hypmic}

author’s note: hiii, luna! thank you for your request!

— HIFUMI

↘ Hifumi loves your humor and whenever he has a bad time, he comes to talk to you and listen to your pretty voice. In addition to being his mental support and the person whose advice always goes to his heart, you are also his spiritual helper and you make his moments of uncertainty or stress disappear with yours laughter and a few innocent jokes.

↘ You’re definitely a master of situational jokes and you love making silly faces that only make Hifumi die laughing and fall in love with you even more.

↘ I think you’re the funny half of the two of you. Hifumi also tries to make up or repeat the jokes he hears from others, but definitely no one (even him) can beat you.

↘ And even if someone tried to do it, you have even better stories up your sleeve that the world is definitely afraid to hear.

— DOPPO

↘ You can’t joke well with Doppo, because you don’t want him to take things personally, so instead of stupid anecdotes and remarks, you just try to make his time better with stupid riddles or crazy stories in which you are the main character.

↘ Your boyfriend appreciates it a lot and always gives a little smile when you say something funny or really stupid. You also often try to cheer him up with silly memes or funny pictures, which fortunately he understands most of the time.

↘ And in the worst cases, when your boyfriend is really mentally unwell or doesn’t want to meet people even his friends or family, you just send him your own photos that instantly cheer him up. You often decorate them with stickers or additional text, and that’s enough to put a sincere, though shy, smile on his gloomy but sweet face.

↘ No matter what you tell him or send him via phone, or record with your front camera, the man really loves it and it makes work, a lonely evening in his own apartment, and even a failed performance a little less sad for him.

— SASARA

↘ The young comedian never thought he’d ever meet someone whose humor was similar or even identical to his own. For Sasara, it was... a huge shock.

↘ He was very impressed the first time he went to your show with his two male friends. Your stand up show made the whole audience laugh and then even brought a slight smile to the faces of the Dotsuitare Hompo members. After the show, he got into your private locker room, and there you exchanged your phone numbers and also talked about performing together.

↘ And so after a few weeks you not only worked together, but also lived together in a relationship full of romance and also laughter, jokes. You loved doing silly antics to your boyfriend, and Sasara liked it when you listened to his next show schedule and helped him come up with funny situations.

↘ People valued you not only for being a good duo, but above all for your extraordinary humor and funny situations that often happened on stage by accident.

[cartoon-buffoon]

(Uh just in case) TW: Suicide & Guns

Problem with drawing this was HET's posing since it's supposed to be him reaching over Oswald to grab the gun, now this would be fine if not for both characters obviously having black bodies so you can see I kinda went crazy with the white outlines. Also for the hole on the side of Euthenasia's head: it annoys me how in WI the gun misfires and it blows out his eye, the problem is at that angle it has NO SHOT (heh, shot) of hitting his eye so I always imagined it just went in through his skull and ricocheted out his socket

Oh and here's a short little story/exchange between the two that's related to this drawing for my AU of HET & Euthenasia if you care and wanna read it that is ↓ (warning: lots of vulgarity & of course suicide being the main focus)

Euthenasia trembled and stared down the skull faced feline who had a firm grip on his gun "let it go Felix, I can't miss again" he exclaimed, finger still on the trigger "there's only one bullet left in the chamber"

Het ignored the buck's commands and spoke calmly in his raspy voice "Oz, put the gun down before you hurt yourself"

"haha! No shit Sherlock! That's the FUCKING point!" Euthenasia grit his teeth and clicked the hammer back "GET LOST AND LET ME DO THIS!"

Het tightened his grasp on the gun, ready to divert the barrel elsewhere if Euthenasia tried anything "listen, you unloaded 5 bullets into my skull!" He tapped the side of his head and pointed at the cracks the rabbit gave him "now I don't care really, I've been hurt far worse than some silly little bullets, but if you miss your shot you're gonna blow out your other eye, now put it down because I really don't wanna wear a vest reading 'seeing eye cat' for the rest of my fucking life"

"I won't miss if you just let go!"

"If I gotta live in this shit hole so do you! I know life ain't fair yet you just can't fuck off and die because of it!" Het hissed.

"oh you're a comedian now! Ain'tcha!? A real funny man! Because I find it so funny you constantly say I would be better off dead, but here you are! The one trying to stop me!" Euthenasia used his other hand to wave it in Het's face "the walking contradiction! Which is it now? Huh? Should I pull the trigger or not!?"

"...." Het stayed silent, his skull showing no emotion other than a permanent smile plastered onto it.

"oh! Does the kitty cat not have a smartass remark this time around!?" Euthenasia took a step closer to the cat his hand holding the gun making the entire thing shake like a blender "what's next from the hypocrite? Why don't you start to babble on your psychopathic bullshit hmm? See if that'll convince me not to do it! Heck maybe if you're lucky instead of dying I'll start seeing things from your fucked up point of view! I bet you'd like that, huh?"

If Het could scowl, this would be the moment he would of "Alright prick, stop attacking me and focus on yourself" Het spun Euthanasia around and made him gaze at his own reflection "Look in the mirror for a second...do you think Ortensia would wanna see you like this?"

Oswald glared up at the cat who was still holding the barrel of his gun and being the one thing stopping him. Slowly lowering his gaze his eyes fell onto the mirror in front of him. The dim light in the room obscured most of the surroundings yet he could still see his clear as day his broken visage. Gun pressed to his head, mouth stuck in a crooked smirk, eye spasming out and twitching, even his empty socket was leaking a trail of bloody tears that stained his white fur. Instead of his own appearance being the thing that snapped him out of it, it wasn't—rather the image of Het's face. Several cracks running across the feline's skull caused by bullets bouncing off it was what made Euthenasia snap out of his rage induced haze and finally come to his senses.

Euthenasia's grip slowly faltered on the gun as his eye was fixed on the mirror "oh god..."

"well looks like me being a pain your ass actually helped for once, ain't that neat?" Once Euthenasia let go, Het released the firearm and let it clatter to the ground "heh, you know it's bad when I'm the voice of reason here"

Euthenasia turned around and faced Het, seeing what he did even more clearly "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry"

"what for?" Het noticed the buck staring at the cracks across his skull "oh yeah, well that's what bullets do after all, I'm just thankful I'm such a hardhead otherwise they would of probably done a lot worse" Het knocked on his dome trying to lighten the mood

Euthenasia didn't say a word and wrapped his arms around Het and brought him into a hug. Het tensed up at the touch although after hearing some quiet sobs come from the rabbit he slowly leaned into it. The cat was unsure on what to do with his hands, apart of him wanted to hug back yet everything else told him otherwise, eventually he just rested his arms to the side and let out a sigh.

"a thank you would of worked just as fine"

Oswald remained quiet and tightened the hug, still choking down sobs.

"... Your welcome, Ozzie... you're welcome"

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Probably Think This Song Is About You

Warning: Angst, swearing

Summary: Story inspired by Carly Simon's - You're So Vain. You're dragged to a heroes' reunion by your close friend/ex-colleague, where you of course run into your ex.

You sat silently drinking at your corner table (one that you had deliberately zoned in on the instant you arrived), whilst the rest of your vigilante ex-colleagues mingled about amongst each other. You really weren’t in the mood for this crap and hadn’t even planned on attending this event but then Laurie popped up in your living-room, along with Jon (times like these you cursed Manhattan for his superpowers).

So, here you were stuck at this reunion party for heroes present and past (brainchild of Adrian’s). It was quite weird seeing everyone unmasked and out of costume, just having a ball of a time; partying and drinking the night away.

It wasn’t really all that bad, the food was good, there was over enough alcohol to keep everyone cheery and the company at your table wasn’t too bad either.

“I’m surprised you actually came” Dan remarks in an attempt to make polite conversation.

“Laurie and Glowstick popped up in my loving-room, didn’t have much of a choice” you shrug taking a sip of wine.

A confused Dan furrows his brows.

“Glowstick?”

“Manhattan.”

“Oh... I get it, because of how he glows...” Dan chuckles at your words.

You smile at his reaction, silently eyeing him for a bit.

“You’re not as boring as I thought you were.”

“Ahem... thank you” Dan deadpanned at your comment.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his response.

“It wasn’t intended as an insult. Just, you’re a lot more fun when out of the costume.”

Dan finally gives you an amused smirk then.

“You know who I was actually looking forward to seeing?”

“Queen B other there... I’m guessing” you drawl, nudging your head in Sally’s direction with an eyeroll.

‘God, no...” Dan bursts out laughing, causing you to giggle.

“Who then?”

“Rorschach. Was really hoping to see him out of costume.”

“Gosh-that-would-be-a-sight...” you snort, nearly spitting out the alcohol in your mouth.

“I doubt anyone has ever seen his face out from under that oversized sock.”

“True...” Dan chuckles out. His face turning to a more serious one then.

“I’m glad you came though...”

For the first time during the entire event, a genuine smile crosses your features.

“I am too. You made it enjoyable.”

Dan flashes a shy smirk at your remark, reaching out a hand then.

“Would you care for a dance?”

Flashing him a smile in response, you place your hand into his.

“I’d love to...”

You were actually enjoying yourself whilst dancing with Dan, the evening seeming to be quite enjoyable, until it wasn’t.

Son of a gun

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner They'd be your partner and

You're so vain You probably think this song is about you 

*

“I see the party started without me!” the loud and obnoxious voice of the one person you had hoped not to see this evening rang out through the room.

“Great...” you softly groan, gaining a sympathetic look from Dan.

“Hoping he wouldn’t come, I take it?” Dan remarks and you roll your eyes, sighing.

“One of the reasons why I planned not to come.”

“He hasn’t seen you yet. Do you want to continue dancing or go back to our table?” Dan suggests.

“Actually, I think I'm going to find Laurie and have Jon teleport me back home.”

With a slightly disappointed look, Dan silently leads you back to the table to retrieve your handbag. Picking it up from the table, you couldn’t help but risk a peek at his direction.

Eddie Blake aka The Comedian and the bane of your existence (apart from Sally that is).

There he stood in the middle of the crowd; laughing his ass off as everyone silently fawned over him. Most of the women openly wanting him, and the men secretly wanting to be him.

Typical Eddie...

Silently shaking your head at the scene, you head for the restroom first before searching for Laurie and Jon.

As you were about to enter back into the grand hall to for Laurie, a large hand grabs hold of your arm from behind.

You're so vain (you're so vain) I bet you think this song is about you Don't you, don't you?

*

“Think I didn’t notice ya dancing out there, now did ya Doll?” Eddie flashes a smug smile at your scowl when turning to face him.

“Let go of my arm, Eddie...” you grit out in response.

Ever the obnoxious asshole, Eddie yanks you flushed against his chest.

“Now is that anyway to greet an old friend? Especially a very close one?”

“You must be mistaking me for Sally...” you snarl, attempting to pull free from his grip.

“She’s inside, entertaining as usual. Go on... she might take pity on you and grace you with her attention.”

“Why so hostile, Sweetheart...?” Eddie tuts at your remark, lifting his other hand to gently strokes your cheek.

“There was a time when you loved my hands all over you.”

“That was when I was young and dumb...” you hiss, continuing to struggle out from his grip.

“Now don’t be like that, Doll...” Eddie coos, eyes dark with lust, biting down on his lower lip whilst staring down at you.

“I’ve missed ya. Missed how that tight pussy of yours used to squeeze my cock.”

“That’s funny, seeing that you used to think of Sally each time you fucked me!” you snarl out in laughter.

“Now that ain’t true, Honey...” Eddie shakes his head, frowning.

“You called out her name the last time you fucked me!” you beat your fist against his chest as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive Well you said that we made such a pretty pair and that you would never leave But you gave away the things you loved And one of them was me I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee clouds in my coffee and You're so vain 

*

Seeing how upset you truly were, Eddie’s demeaner turns softer.

“It was a mistake. I told you that.”

“No, the mistake was loving you” you shake your head at his words.

“It didn’t matter that I was younger than her, that I wanted you, that despite your flaws; I loved you. It still wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t good enough, because I wasn’t Sally and never will be.”

Eddie scoffs at your words but is interrupted before he could respond.

“Is everything ok here?” Dan’s voice speaks up from behind you.

“Yes” you respond, attempting to pull yourself out from Eddie’s grip again and he surprisingly let's go.

Not entirely believing it, Dan squints at Eddie in silent warning.

“You sure?” he asks again as you step away from Eddie and towards him.

With a faint smile, you nod at him.

“Yeah.”

“Ok” Dan nods, a frown still plastered across his face.

“I found Laurie and Jon.”

“Thanks” you respond with a real smile then as he places a hand on your back to lead you back into the grand hall.

“Wait” Eddie calls out, halting you mid-way.

“You said, you’d never come back. So, why did you?”

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you turn around to face him.

“It sure wasn’t for you. Goodbye Eddie.”

You probably think this song is about you You're so vain (you're so vain)

I bet you think this song is about you Don't you, don't you, don't you? I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee clouds in my coffee and

You're so vain You probably think this song is about you

You're so vain (you're so vain) I bet you think this song is about you Don't you, don't you?... 

[compaculaaa]

Can we see some ninja family funnies ?

Www they all have their moments of funny

Yoketron for one isn’t much of a comedian but he does make a snarky remark every now and then. His laugh however, well more of a wheeze is iconic amongst the council. He has quite a low tolerance for comedy and let’s out his infamous wheeze which occasionally sounds like a kettle or a gas leak. Just like the laugh track in sitcoms, many a joke would feel empty without hearing his wheeze

Though it may look as if Dai Atlas is a brave and strong cybertronian soldier, he sure is clumsy. Yoketron had to replace the rice cracker jar 28 times from the time they were dating till now, Dai is just addicted to those things and unfortunately the love has been passed down to the next generation. Primus bless Yoketron for waking up during the night after hearing porcelain breaking and seeing his conjunx standing next to the crime scene

Little Jazz was always a little jokester, before becoming a big brother Jazz would dance and kick his pedes to the music playing in the dojo. He also loved to show the dojo students his impressive “beatbox skills” and blow raspberries to which the students would proceed to turn up and dance for him. He always bought a smile to the students faces as well as his creators.

Prowlie may sound cute with his actions but when you have to experience it he was low-key a demon. Many students in the dojo always accidentally trip on him making them look like a fool, he was going to be a promising cyberninja to not even be noticed by the students. He tremendously appears in lockers scaring the shit out of everyone and even occasionally gets stuck in jars making his cheeks all puffy. He may be Unicron incarnate but goddam he’s cute too.

The whole phenomenon of Drift loving his doctor more than his own creators is funny enough. The medics in the facility even made a sword in the stone esc challenge to get Drift off the doctors face. Ratchet eventually decided to accept this as apart of his life and patients can see the elusive Doctor Ratchet walk around with a little sparkling clinging onto his face like a space barnacle.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Nick Visser at HuffPost:

Sen. JD Vance (R-Ohio) said Monday that he hadn’t heard the offensive remark about Puerto Rico a comedian made at former President Donald Trump’s rally on Sunday, but he said even if was a “stupid racist joke,” he was “so over” people getting offended at “every little thing.”

Trump’s presidential campaign is facing outrage after far-right comedian Tony Hinchcliffe opened the rally at New York City’s Madison Square Garden with an offensive set that veered into racist tropes about Latinos and Jews. At one point, Hinchcliffe called Puerto Rico a “floating island of garbage in the middle of the ocean” and joked that Black people carved watermelons instead of pumpkins on Halloween. The remarks drew fierce criticism from Puerto Rican megastars such as Bad Bunny and Ricky Martin and condemnation from lawmakers on both sides of the aisle, including many Republicans in Florida. The Trump campaign distanced itself from Hinchcliffe’s remarks within hours of the set, saying the joke did not “reflect the views” of the former president. Vance, Trump’s running mate, responded to several questions on the campaign trail Monday about whether the campaign was worried how the remarks would go over with voters as some are casting early ballots now while others prepare to go to the polls next week. “I’ve heard about the joke; I haven’t actually seen the joke,” Vance said at a rally in Wisconsin. “I think that it’s telling that Kamala Harris’ closing message is essentially that all of Donald Trump’s voters are Nazis and you should get really pissed off about a comedian telling a joke.”

“My own view on this is — look, again, I haven’t seen the joke — maybe it’s a stupid racist joke, as you’ve said, maybe it’s not. I haven’t seen it,” he went on. “I’m not going to comment on the specifics of the joke, But I think we have to stop getting so offended at every little thing in the United States of America. I’m so over it. “

Just shut the hell up, JD! People have a right to be offended by tasteless racist “jokes” like what Tony Hinchcliffe said at Sunday’s MSG MAGA hatefest rally.

See Also:

Daily Kos: Sorry, Trump, outrage over your racist NYC rally isn’t going away

[twilightmalachite]

VS★PRINCESS - Battle Royale 6

Characters: Mao, Subaru, Tsukasa, Esu, Nice

Translator: Mika Enstars

JP Proofreader: 310mc

"Ahaha! As usual, your English pronunciation is so fluent that I instead can’t understand a thing you say, Cathy~!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Prince Castle (Exterior)

Esu: …Oh?

Tsukasa: ? What is it, Sagiri-san?

Esu: Look over there, Senpai! Something weird’s going on!

Tsukasa: You don’t have to rub your hands together like you’re some lowly underling, you know?[1]

It’s not like you are a direct subordinate of mine, after all.

Esu: But you’re still my senior in the sense we go to the same Yumenosaki Academy, aren’t you? I’m a beginner when it comes to being an idol, so I should listen to what my seniors say!

And if a beginner gets carried away, it will only lead to accidents, no matter the adventure!

Mao: Ahaha, well we’re just alumni, so don’t worry too much about seniority when it comes to us, okay?

We’ve graduated from Yumenosaki, so we don’t have much to do with school.

Subaru: That’s so cold, Sally~.

Mao: We can’t have too many alumni meddling in affairs, you know? I bet the current student council president, Tori, would agree.

More importantly, umm, Sagiri, was it? You said that there was something weird—

Esu: Ah, that I did, Former Student Council President!

Mao: Huh, have I introduced myself to you already?

Esu: It’s what I have inferred from the conversation!

Mao: Oh, you could tell from how I spoke about the student council and stuff, huh? You’ve got a good head on your shoulders.

(I won’t say that he’s smarter than he looks… Though he doesn’t seem the type to get angry at light-hearted remarks like that, based on my impression of him at the moment.)

Esu: I’m honored! But more importantly look—there’s a fuss being raised over there—

Mao: What’s going on over there? Oh, there’s something like a screen coming out of the castle wall!

Tsukasa: Hm. According to the Program communicated to us, it wouldn’t be long until greetings and explanation of the Rules will be given to us by 4piece management.

Subaru: Ahaha! As usual, your English pronunciation is so fluent that I instead can’t understand a thing you say, Cathy~!

Tsukasa: You want me to speak less fluently? Actually, learning what the Rules are is what’s more important here, so how about we stand up straight and listen instead?

Mao: You’re right. Well, now that we're all gathered together like this—just what are we all gonna be made to do?

Subaru: Maybe we're gonna be killing each other after all?

Esu: Hyaah, the death game has beguuuuuun!

Tsukasa: You guys, behave!

Nice: “Hm~, testing, testing, one two three! ♪”

Mao: Oh, someone’s shown up on the screen that came out of the castle walls!

Esu: It’s—

Nice: “Hmm~, hmm-hm–”

“Ahh, my throat’s all tight! Even I seem to be nervous!”

“My pulse is increasing! My entire body is trembling in anticipation of the beginning of a wonderful tale!”

Subaru: Who's that weirdly sparkly person?

Esu: That’s NiceP!

Subaru: Naisupii~? What, is he a comedian?

Mao: I mean, his appearance totally fits the bill, doesn’t it.

Esu: Ah, you may not know about him, Akehoshi-senpai. ‘Cuz he was active overseas.

Subaru: Yeah. Ever since I’ve been without my dad, I made sure that I didn’t learn any information surrounding the idol industry, after all.

So, does that mean that weird person’s an idol too?

Esu: I believe he was a former idol. He should be retired by now.

Tsukasa: Could you please be quiet for a bit? We won’t be able to hear what he’s saying, you know?

Nice: “Allow me to extend my salutations, my friends.”

“My name is Sanda Yoshihide. A commonplace name, is it not?”

“Yet, there was a time when even myself was an idol like you all. A time where I shined like the sun, and sparkled like a rainbow.”

“My business name is Nice Arneb Thunder.”

“I’m sure some of you here might have heard this name around before.”

Tsukasa: Naisu Arunebu Sandaa… Is that familiar to anyone here?

I had no interest in idols prior to my enrollment at Yumenosaki, so I know very little about the preceding generations of Idols.

Mao: Are you for real? Sanda Yoshihide is a name that you’ll find in the textbooks for Idol History!

Subaru: Now what’s Idol History?

Mao: They’ve increased the number of subjects like that. Beginning this year, Yumenosaki Academy is now a part of ES, remember?

With that being the case, it looks like there’ll be more curriculum dedicated to idol development than they had before.

Anyhow, Nice Arneb Thunder… While it’s a name that’ll get your tongue in a twist, if this is the man himself, thaaat's a pretty big deal!

He seems to have worked primarily overseas, so I can’t give a genuine comparison, but in terms of accomplishments, he’s probably the same if not better than Subaru or Hokuto’s dad?

Subaru: Hmm, so he’s what you call a Super Idol, huh?

Better than my dad, huh? But he doesn’t really look the part, though…?

Mao: Oh shoot, did I step on a landmine?

Subaru: I’m not mad or anything, though?

Mao: I’m sorry…

But anyways, he’s essentially a Super Idol who had a crazy spectacular career, based overseas.

If you had no interest in idols similarly to Suou, then I can’t blame you for not knowing. But, I’m certain a majority of the idols gathered here know his name.

Tsukasa: So he is a celebrity even amongst Idols, hm? It appears I am understudied.

Everyone else in the venue all appear to be quite thrilled, in fact, don’t they?

Subaru: Is it really this big a deal? I mean, he might be a Super Idol, but he’s a human being, same as all of us, isn’t he?

Mao: We’ve gotten pretty numb to it though, knowing Hokuto’s father and Sagami-sensei and all that. But they’re essentially far above the clouds compared to ordinary idols like ourselves.

And that Nice guy’s one of the top idols of all time, who has reached the height of their glory.

What’s more, the idols he worked with as a producer also appear to have become successful overseas. He’s a man so superhuman it’s tough to imagine.

Tsukasa: He does appear a little out of this world in fact, doesn't he? This is said half-contemptuously, however.

Esu: His name is nice and thunder too, isn’t it! I laughed when I first heard it too, like “Seriously? Is this some joke?”

But this guy, nothing about him is a joke.

Tsukasa: ?

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A toady gesture showing extreme kiss-assery. If you know Frank Sawhit from Ace Attorney, he's always pulling this pose.

[rachellaurengray]

20 Facts About Capricorn

1.Capricorn's Motto: "I use" – reflecting their practical and resourceful approach to life.

2. Chinese Zodiac Influence: In the Chinese zodiac, those born in the Year of the Ox share some characteristics with Capricorns.

3. Capricorn's Element: Earth, emphasizing stability, reliability, and a connection to the material world.

4. Astrological Houses: Capricorn rules the 10th house, associated with career, reputation, and public life.

5. Self-discipline: Capricorns are often admired for their strong sense of self-discipline and ability to endure challenges.

6. Ambition and Leadership: Many Capricorns are drawn to leadership roles due to their natural ambition and strategic thinking.

7. Numerology Connection: In numerology, the number 8 is linked to Capricorn, symbolizing authority and balance.

8. Saturn's Rings: The planet Saturn, ruling Capricorn, is famous for its stunning rings, representing the structure and boundaries Capricorns appreciate.

9. Age Influence: As the zodiac sign associated with aging, Capricorns often become more comfortable and self-assured with time.

10. Herbal Correspondence: Meadowsweet and comfrey are herbs traditionally associated with Capricorn.

11. Music Connection: Capricorns may have an affinity for classical or timeless music genres.

12. Innovative Thinkers: Despite their traditional reputation, many Capricorns possess innovative and forward-thinking minds.

13. Practical Aesthetics: Capricorns often appreciate aesthetics that are both practical and timeless.

14. Financial Acumen: Natural financial planners, Capricorns are skilled at managing resources and investments.

15. Love for Tradition: Capricorns often value tradition and may have a strong connection to their cultural roots.

16. Resilience: Capricorns have a remarkable ability to bounce back from setbacks due to their resilient nature.

17. Sense of Duty: They feel a sense of duty towards their family and community.

18. Maturity: Capricorns tend to display a level of maturity and wisdom beyond their years.

19. Long-term Vision: Capricorns are adept at creating and executing long-term plans.

20. Hidden Sensitivity: Despite their tough exterior, Capricorns can be deeply sensitive and caring, especially toward loved ones.

Here are some notable celebrities who fall under the Capricorn zodiac sign:

1. Denzel Washington: Born on December 28, this Academy Award-winning actor is known for his versatile roles in films like "Training Day" and "Glory."

2. Michelle Obama: The former First Lady of the United States was born on January 17 and is celebrated for her advocacy work and memoir, "Becoming."

3. Kate Middleton: The Duchess of Cambridge, born on January 9, is known for her grace, style, and philanthropic efforts.

4. Bradley Cooper: This talented actor and filmmaker was born on January 5, gaining recognition for his roles in movies like "Silver Linings Playbook" and "A Star is Born."

5. Ellen DeGeneres: The comedian and talk show host, born on January 26, is widely recognized for "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" and her contributions to LGBTQ+ visibility.

6. Zayn Malik: The former One Direction member and solo artist was born on January 12, showcasing his musical talents.

7. John Legend: Born on December 28, this Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and pianist is known for hits like "All of Me."

8. Kate Moss: The iconic British supermodel was born on January 16 and has been a prominent figure in the fashion industry.

These Capricorn celebrities have made significant contributions to various fields, demonstrating the diverse strengths associated with their zodiac sign.

[ts1989fanatic]

OPINION

Matty Healy exposed the dark side of the Taylor Swift parasocial fantasy

The responses to Taylor Swift's latest breakup highlight a toxic cultural phenomenon.

Karma may be your boyfriend, but Taylor Swift is not your best friend.Chelsea Stahl / MSNBC; Getty Images

June 6, 2023, 5:29 PM EDT

By Patricia Grisafi

It’s a bummer when your best friend starts dating an apparent dirtbag. God, you think, what does she see in him? He looks like he smells of stale coffee and cigarettes. He looks like a hipster stork. You’ve heard him brag about how he watches humiliation porn. And don’t forget the racism and antisemitism.

Except Taylor Swift is not your best friend.

I don’t know what prompted the breakup, but I doubt it was a tearful Swiftie on TikTok.

When news broke this week that Swift and The 1975 lead singer Matty Healy had ended their brief relationship, social media celebrated in a way that was notable — and a little deranged. (And immediately started speculating about her next fling.) Just hop on Twitter and read the comments about how Swift had really heard her fans and tossed that loser in the trash. I don’t know what prompted the breakup, but I doubt it was a tearful Swiftie on TikTok. Still, imagine feeling like you have that kind of influence over a person you’ve never interacted with. Or that kind of personal investment.

Swift is — in some ways — an unusually private celebrity. It feels like her every move is carefully choreographed. We hardly ever see her messy, incoherent, or intentionally challenging. But fans feel like they know Swift because she writes prolifically about romantic relationships. It’s hardly novel, a musician writing about love and loss. Still, fans pore over these songs. They find Easter eggs in the lyrics, do complex analysis aligning certain ex-boyfriends with specific details. And because language is subjective and Swift is arguably both elusive and slyly encouraging of these readings, the meanings are ever-shifting. Depending on who you ask, she is everything from an Aryan pinup girl to a queer icon. In short, she is the perfect parasocial fantasy subject.

The term “parasocial interaction” has been around since sociologists Donald Horton and Richard Wohl theorized on the phenomenon in the 1950s. A parasocial interaction refers to a relationship in which a consumer comes to believe that media personalities are their intimate friends and that an emotional connection is shared. The phrase has become more popular recently with the rise of pop culture super fans, or stans. These fans can become incredibly invested in their favorite celebrity’s real-life relationships, and devastated if those relationships implode.

See, for example, when comedian John Mulaney separated from his wife Anna Marie Tendler in May of 2020 and began dating actor Olivia Munn. While celebrity relationships have always been fodder for gossip and people are naturally curious about their favorite stars (this writer included), public response regarding the Mulaney situation was noteworthy. Critics suggested that this was because Mulaney’s public persona made it seem like he was your buddy, your pal, a friend you could relate to. And he made his personal life part of his public persona by integrating details about his wife and French bulldog Petunia into his comedy routine. When he violated the parasocial social contract by not living up to that fantasy, things fell apart. It’s similar with Swift — particularly, this situation with Healy.

Swift stepping out with Healy disrupted fan notions of her and the values they believe she holds dear. She’s dating a guy who makes racist remarks? Who unrepentantly laughs about violently objectifying women? Is this who you are, Taylor? And if this is who you are, who am I?

Things got so intense that a group of Swifties circulated an open letter telling other fans to #SpeakUpNow.

Things got so intense that a group of Swifties circulated an open letter telling other fans to #SpeakUpNow and condemn the relationship: “He has been involved in acts and controversies that deeply trouble us,” the letter says. “We urge you to reflect on the impact of your own and your associates’ behavior and engage in genuine self-reflection.”

Rapper Ice Spice, who Healy called a “chubby Chinese lady” on a podcast, was brought in to share the stage with Swift in East Rutherford, New Jersey. Some speculated this act was a professional olive branch, others an empty, performative gesture to both Ice Spice and fans who were disturbed by Healy’s original remarks (he has since offered both an apology and a non-apology for the comments).

Poets talk a lot about how the speaker of the poem is not the writer of the poem. You’ve got to put distance between them. That’s healthy for artists and fans. You don’t know anything about Taylor Swift except what she carefully curates and puts out into the world. Her songs may speak to you, but she directly is not. Proclamation of ownership over a stranger and her love life, the fantasy that our whispers reach Swift’s ears and she heeds our pleas, is problematic.

Parasocial relationships can show the beauty of human emotion, our capacity for empathy, and our ever-expanding desire to connect. On the darker side, they reveal our desire for control, our capacity for cruelty, and our instincts to possess. If the parasocial fantasy is punctured, you might have to make an ethical choice that forces you to confront the dissolution of that illusion — and, more importantly, yourself and what you’re willing to accept.

ts1989fanatic: in some ways the last month or so on SM has been far worse and much more divisive than this🐍🐍🐍🐍 in 2016. There are times when I don’t recognize our fandom anymore.

I honestly don’t know if it’s the rise of TikTok as a preeminent SM platform or just a general increase in SM usage but I do know it’s become far more toxic than it was just a few short years ago.