#consider that calling someone hateful is an accusation of their heart

[dirt-apple-productions]

For certain, there exist Christians who are hateful people, but I don’t think non-Christians will ever understand how offensive it is to a Christian to be falsely accused of being hateful. Like, you may not take it seriously when you falsely accuse a Christian of being a bigot, because you likely use the word “bigot” to mean “heretic to my very specific belief system about what makes a good person,” but we see it as a much bigger deal than that.

Anyone who hates a brother or sister is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life residing in him. (1 John 3:15)

You have heard that it was said to those [d]of old, ‘You shall not murder, and whoever murders will be in danger of the judgment.’ But I say to you that whoever is angry with his brother [e]without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment. And whoever says to his brother, ‘Raca!’[f] shall be in danger of the council. But whoever says, [g]‘You fool!��� shall be in danger of [h]hell fire. (Matthew 5:21-22)

So using “hatred,” which is tantamount to murder, to mean “you disapprove of certain freewill actions I have chosen to take” sounds to a well-meaning Christian like you’re accusing them of wanting you dead. Communication is a two-way street, and how a sentence is received matters just as much as how it was intended.

Oh, and to the Christians who are genuinely hateful toward anyone and won’t take correction? Enjoy that label of murderer. :)

[golden1u5t]

mistakes | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: angst + fluff

ꨄ summary: you and spencer break up because he chose to believe someone else over you.

you phone had rang a million times, eventually you turned it off because you were tired of seeing the same name pop up each time: spencer. you couldn't imagine why he'd kept calling you over and over if he was the one who broke up with you because he thought you had cheated on him.

when everything had happened, you tried to explain to him that you didn't cheat and you were at home the entire day and the picture he saw was a picture from years ago. you don't know who sent the picture to him but it was a picture someone you used to know took of you at a party kissing some guy, it was old and way before spencer.

you hadn't gotten out of bed in a few days, only to shower and brush your teeth. your friends, really only one because the rest of your friends were spencer's friends and they absolutely hated you at the moment, came over to make sure you were okay.

a knock on your door pulled you away from your bed, you figured it was just your friend but when you opened the door it most definitely wasn't. spencer stood at the door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, he was drenched

from the rain pouring.

you were upset with him and hurt but you weren't about to let him stand out there and get sick. "what is wrong with you? get in here before you get sick!"

"why are you here?" you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced over his entire frame. spencer held the flowers out for you to grab, you hesitatingly took them from him and brought them up to your nose.

you knew why he was here, to apologize and try to get you back. quiet frankly, you would problaby go back to him just because he'd only broken up with you a few days ago and because spencer is honestly the best man you've ever met and been with.

"you were at home, like you said. i should've believed you, i'm sorry. just- can we talk about this- us?" he pushed his hair out of his face. you stared at him for a few minutes before nodding your head.

what's the worst that could happen?

"i'm sure you still have some clothes here and because i'm not a horrible person, you can go shower and stay here until the storm passes." you mumbled and moved past him.

when spencer got out of the shower, he found you sitting in the living room scrolling through your phone. you looked up when you felt the couch dip beside you. you shifted on the couch until your body was sideways on it, you drew your legs up to your chest and stared expectingly at him.

"better get to talking before you're walking home in the rain."

spencer had to suppress the smile threatening to show, he liked that you were still just as snappy as before. he cleared his throat and started to tap his hand against his pants.

"i'm so unbelievably sorry. I should have believed you when you told me that the picture was old, I shouldn't have believed an unknown number before you." he looked down to his hands before looking back up, you hummed in agreement and continued to stare at him.

"i'm sorry that I ruined everything we had, it was a huge mistake and i realize that now. i've hardly slept since everything happened. you were the only person that stayed with me despite my job being the way it is."

"because i love you, that's why I dealt with it. when you came to me with those accusations, i wish you could've felt what I felt. ive never felt a heartbreak like that before." you wrapped your arms around your legs. it was silent for a few minutes, just you and him staring at each other, thought's racing in your minds.

"would you ever consi-"

"yes," you didn't even let him get the question out because you already knew what he would say. yes, you would consider getting back together with him and really there would be no thinking about it. "in a heart beat. i would get back with you because I love you and- and even though you hurt me, i still understand why you did it."

spencer opened his mouth to say something but you held up your hand because you weren't done. "i know that i'm your first real relationship and your vulnerable when it comes to me, you'll believe anything that's believable. you've seen what's happened with other's relationships because of your job so it's only reasonable that deep down you would be scared that i would cheat or find someone better, if that's even possible."

"you should become a profiler with your ability to read people." he couldn't help but crack a small joke but he knew that you were right, everything you said was true and there was no denying it. you let your legs down and nudged his thigh.

"i was thinking about it, really. i mean, id get to be with you every second of the day. didn't you say your boss was looking to fill a spot?" you reasoning was absolutely horrible but it made spencer laugh, a sound you'd missed hearing.

you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. the second your skin touched his, he pulled you into him and held you so tight you almost couldn't breath.

"god, i missed you so much. i'll never to that again." he breathed, you nodded the best you could.

“you better not, i won't forgive you as easily if you do."

[tvgals]

‘ I AM THE COWBOY … ‘

myaa note — someone pls understand the title. ALSO I NEVER SEE ANY FLOCH FICS SO I MUST DELIVER …

synopsis — floch always spoils you n helps you with whatever you need, but when he sees your new attitude, he decides to postpone on his spending.

@punkologist

“baby, please jus’ buy me the bag!” you plead with your boyfriend. he just shakes his head in disapproval. “nope. you getting too spoiled. when you change that attitude, you can get whatever you want.” floch says, rubbing your thigh and scratching your head, his fingers getting lost in your head of curls.

floch was right. you’d been acting cockier than ever, deciding to post pictures on instagram where you’re practically naked, wearing only a mini skirt and what can barely be considered a crop top, the picture showing the slight glint of your promise ring that sat on your ring finger. “no, my attitudes been the same!” you argue, looking up at your boyfriends eyes. “no it hasn’t. quit lyin’ to me. i seen your texts to yo friends, sayin’ im gon’ get you this and that. imagine how you look now that you ain’t gone get it at all.” floch shrugs his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the tv.

you scrunch your face up at the thought of not getting what you want. you push yourself off of floch. he shoots you a glare and sits up on his elbows. “you just hate me don’t you?” you ask, your lip jutting out, tears threatening to fall. floch knew all about your dramatics, your ways to get into his head, and he was having none of it. “you just want me to be miserable for the rest of my life, huh? i hate you!” you accuse your boyfriend, a sultry grin on his face. you stomp your way to your shared bedroom, slamming the door to make a point. floch chuckles to himself, laying back down on his hands, watching the tv.

after a while of waiting for you to come back out, floch stands up and takes a deep breath, walking to the bedroom where you resided. “baby.” floch called out as firm yet gentle as he could. “hmph.” you grunted, showing disinterest into the conversation you know you’re about to have. “don’t ignore me.” floch mumbles, crawling up on the bed behind you. he turns your body onto your back and looks down at you, your tear stained cheeks breaking his heart.

“you’re fine, mama. it’s alright.” floch says, pressing kisses along your neck. “no it’s not..” you sniffle, looking away from your boyfriend. “it’s gon’ have to be alright.” he says, pushing your shirt up. “you’re so beautiful, could never hate my pretty girl.” he mumbles against your skin, still pressing kisses to your torso. once he gets to your pelvis, he looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. “can i? i know you hate me oh so much…” floch grins. your eyes widen and you curl your toes. “of course you can…i didn’t mean it i promise…” you whine. “mhm.” he hums. floch strips you of your sweatpants and panties, throwing them onto the floor.

he delves his head between your legs, his hands holding onto your thighs. he tongue fucks you for a few minutes, knowing you can’t possibly only get off to only that. he moans into your pussy, pressing wet kisses to your pretty heat. “my pretty mama..” floch moans. he ruts his hips into the mattress, pre cum leaking from his pink tip.

“please fuck me…” you whine, arching your back. floch snarls at your demand, deciding to retract from your pussy. you start to cry at the sudden loss of pleasure. “w-why’d you st-op?” you ask, frowning. “don’t demand shit from me after saying you hate me n shit.” floch laughs at you. you cry and whine at this, facing away from him. before he leaves out the room he looks at you, “‘nd don’t even try to touch yourself.” and floch walks away as your legs shake in desperation. floch — who was rather unbothered — plopped back onto the couch. you glared at the door that your boyfriend just left out of. you sat there for a while, making sure he wouldn’t come back inside. you opened your legs up and brought your other one to play with your nipples. “fuck..” you whispered, plunging two of your fingers into your sweet cunt. you tried your hardest to cover up your moans to no avail.

floch knew what you were doing, and he’d hate to say it made him hard. he grinned and turned the tv up, just so you get the illusion he can’t hear you at all. once you finally came with a strained moan, you fall asleep almost immediately. a few hours later floch walked in to see your sleeping body, your cunt still out for display. he smiles at the scene and kissed your forehead before cuddling up behind you and tucking you under the covers.

the next morning it’s safe to say you woke up with a louis vuitton purse on your nightstand with a note that read-

‘next time be quieter.’

[kayesfanfics]

Need You Now

A/N: THIS IS NOT FINISHED BUT I NEVER WILL FINISH IT. ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG BY NOW.

Summary: Songfic of Need You Now by Lady A. You and Striker broke up, but neither of you can stop thinking about the other.

“Hey Y/N, uh, its me. I’m still thinkin’ bout what happened and uh…I don’ know, I just miss ya so much. Gimme a call back…please.”

You stared at the phone and replayed the message again, the voice of your ex-boyfriend, Striker, pleading for you to call him back. It had been almost three weeks since the two of you broke up, fighting over stupid shit because you were both upset and not actually listening to the other. You had been upset because you had no way of contacting Striker and went days on end not knowing if he was okay or where he was. He didn’t want to hear it, yelling at you that you weren’t his mother and he didn’t have to tell you everything about everything. The two of you blew up at each other, screaming and yelling and probably waking all your neighbors. But you didn’t care as Striker grabbed his things and put his hat on, slamming the door so hard behind him it shook your apartment. You hadn’t heard from him since, your friends all telling you he wasn’t coming back and you needed to move on from him, but you couldn’t. You still loved him, that’s what got you into the fight to begin with. You spent many nights afterwards drinking wine and sitting on the floor of your bedroom, looking at pictures of the two of you throughout your long term relationship and mourning it. You often cried yourself to sleep and woke up with a nasty hangover and tear stained face, longing for the comfort Striker brought you, but he hadn’t come back.

You tried to ignore his call like how he ignored you all these weeks, deciding to try and go to bed. Walking into your bedroom, you saw the pictures scattered around your room from the night before. You picked up one of the both of you at a bar, Striker bending over you at the pool table to show you a better aim. Another photo in your other hand was one of the both of you at a random ranch you worked at for a few months, both of you muddy and hay in your hair, but you were happy. You began to cry yet again, not being able to get over Striker. He had always been there for you and did what he could to tend to your needs, and you were always there when he got home from a hard day to ease his worries and pains. You missed the feeling of his arms around yours, dancing to some love song in the living room and laughing when he dipped you and kissed you. Sure he was a hardass on the outside, but to you he was sweet and romantic, and you loved him more than anything. You knew he loved you too, your relationship wasn’t one sided. He sought out your love and comfort, and opened himself up to you in ways he had never done with anybody else.

You turned back to your phone, seeing Strikers missed call and pressed his contact.

Meanwhile, Striker poured himself another shot of whiskey, quickly downing it and slamming his face on the table. He hated himself for hurting you. Your heart broken face plagued his mind, he hated the way you looked at him in that moment. Your face was red from tears and anger, but the feeling of betrayal was prominent in your eyes. You looked like he had just shot you in the chest, and he may as well have considering the pain for you was equal. He’s had plenty of breakups before you, but none of them hurt like how this one did. You were everything to him, for years he was on his own with only one goal; to take down royalty for how they treated him and the ones he loved. But after meeting you, he had a new mission; to protect you and love you no matter what. He had never loved someone so…softly before. He was willing to open up about his past and insecurities, you gave him a space to be sweet and soft with you. And that all ended because he was selfish and cold towards you, shutting you out and getting angry when you accused him of exactly that.

Striker sat up and took another shot, his eyes lingering on the door of his hotel room. He missed how you’d walk through the door, face lighting up when you saw him and leapt into his arms. He wished you would walk through that door right now, giving him anther chance with you. But the silent hotel room stayed still, reminding him of the loneliness he felt without your bright spirit there to put him at ease.

Striker wondered if you were even thinking about him at all. You probably hated him, despised him for how he treated you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He was thinking about you constantly, you were his first thought when he woke up and his last thought before he fell asleep. He was never a soft or sentimental guy, but seeing some of your belongings around his room struck his heart with a pant of guilt. It had been three weeks and you hadn’t even come to retrieve your things, some clothes and other small items. He figured you were too angry to even look at him, maybe wondered if he had thrown your things away, but he could never. He left your things where they were, wishing you’d come through that door demanding for them back with that feisty spirit he loved so much.

[geniarts]

BillFord is canon

This was the title of a post I made on my previous tumblr account 6 years ago (acc was banned for unknown reason and I can't see my posts). Now, with the kind help of @decaying-dimension who gave me HD scans of the Book of Bill pages, I want to make a new summary of the subject.

You know, a month ago I was really surprised to see all those BillFord posts. Like people only realized it just recently even though there were plenty of hints in the series and especially in Journal 3. Back then, when I tried to say something about Bill and Ford relations, I got only hate and accusations. So now I feel a sense of triumph as all my thoughts were correct. Now let's see why we can say BillFord is in fact a canon.

Ford's feelings. Well, this point is so obvious that I'm really amused some people still can't take it right and keep talking about abuse, manipulations, etc. Yes, Bill used Ford to achieve his goal and then broke his heart, but those two years before his betrayal were the happiest years of Ford's life.

Ever since his childhood, Ford was teased for his fingers and had such deep communication issues that he gladly moved to a secluded place in the woods. He wished to someday become famous and show all his abusers that they were wrong. He wanted to be a hero, not a freak. He needed attention, admiration, recognition, and Bill gave him just that.

Ford called himself a Cipherholic, and that he was. Just think about a guy who turned his own house into a shrine. He was so obsessed with Bill that he collected every Bill artifact he could find, and in addition, surrounded himself with glass pyramids and dozens of hand drawn portraits all around his study.

Some people said that this wasn't a romantic feeling, just a religious one, but you know what? If you don't love someone with all your heart, you wouldn't be eager to see him in your dreams, you wouldn't reflect about the complex fates that brought you and him together, you wouldn't choose him over your only loyal friend. (Speaking of fate, in the Book of Bill there's a picture of baby Ford reaching for a yellow triangle as a sign that their destinies will be tied together) My, Ford even saw Bill's image in the stars! This was the most romantic thing in the whole Journal 3.

Ford trusted Bill so much he let him into his body and mind, and this is the highest level of trust a man could ever give. Bill was his beloved Muse, his sunshine, the center of his life, and he didn't want to hear anything bad about him. Ford ignored all the warnings like some blind lover and even kicked Fiddleford because he trusted Bill more than his old friend.

So now we clearly see that Ford didn't consider Bill just some kind of deity, but his partner, his closest friend, his beloved.

I won't speculate if there was something between them during "karaoke night" as I'm sure in this case Ford wouldn't behave the same way he always did (or maybe he just forgot the ending of that night :)) but the whole picture of them drinking together and the excitement Ford felt at that moment... well I'm sure he wouldn't mind if "one thing led to another" to its peak ;)

Bill's betrayal wounded Ford very badly and I can understand why he vowed to take revenge on him. He spent 30 years seeking information about Bill and building a weapon capable of destroying him, so we can say the most part of his life was dedicated to Bill in one way or another. Even now that he's reunited with his family, he can't get rid of his thoughts about Bill, and I doubt he will ever be able to.

Bill's feelings aren't so obvious as he's a hardened liar and pretender. That's why most people saw only one side of his personality, but even 6 years ago there were some hints of his inner thoughts and motives. The Axolotl said Bill was pretending to be happy, but deep inside he missed his home that he couldn't even return to. Hirsch also said that he used the concept of Flatland (a book written by Edwin Abbott) where triangles were one of the lowest classes, so this was another reason for Bill to seek power and to show others they were wrong about him (just like Ford).

Now in the Book of Bill we clearly see him having issues after destroying his home dimension. Even though he tries to deny his guilt, these thoughts are torturing him, and "the ghosts of his family are haunting him still” (a code from TBOB). He even called himself a monster while talking to Ford! There's no way such an egomaniac would call himself that if he didn't realize he deserved this. After his break up with Ford, he went to the bar to get drunk and forget, but he couldn't. He said Ford was his pawn, but in fact, Bill needed Ford more than Ford needed him.

After losing his home Bill didn't find a place where he could be happy again. He gathered some interdimensional scum around him and tried to numb his pain by torturing and abusing inhabitants in other worlds. He spent trillions of years doing this, but he still didn't get what he wanted - to be needed, to be loved. And he got all of this from Ford.

Ford's sincere adoration and devotion made Bill feel something new, something so important and necessary, but also something he didn't know how to deal with. He was scared, he never thought that he was able to make such a deep connection to another person... to a _mortal_ one. His phrase "handcuffing your happiness to a mortal is like gluing yourself to a time bomb ‘till death do us part’” is the saddest thing in the whole book. Bill tried to convince himself that their breakup was the right thing because these thoughts were really unbearable for him.

But despite all of this, he tried so hard to get Ford back. He invited him twice, and the first one was right after Ford's attempt to kill him. Moreover, it was during that moment Bill was sure he became the ruler of Earth and didn't need Ford's assistance anymore, so he asked him to join just because he wanted Ford to be with him.

What he didn't understand was that Ford hated him for all the pain he caused him and his family. For Bill it was just entertainment, so he couldn't understand why Ford was so upset. But I think there's a potential opportunity for both of them if Bill finally finds courage to admit his mistakes and to improve himself. He just has to look deeper inside himself and allow his remorse, his pain and his true wishes to take place in his soul. And I'm sure if he sincerely asks for help, Ford wouldn't turn his back on him.

[crybabylipstick]

TALKING ABOUT THE ALLEGATIONS AGAINST MELANIE MARTINEZ:

In November of 2017, Timothy tweeted "what if I have my own story of a*use but I'm scared to ruin the persons life and I still love them in a f*cked up way and the public really loves them and most probably wouldn't believe me".

On December 4, 2017, Timothy publicly accused Melanie of s*xual as*ault on Twitter. She alleged two nights during which she "repeatedly said no" to advances from Melanie, claiming she kept secret for years and describing how Melanie had performed s*xual act*vities on her without her consent.

Melanie replied to the accusation shortly after claiming Timothy's allegation was false:

"I am horrified and saddened by the statements and story told tonight by Timothy Heller. What she and I shared was a close friendship for a period of time. We came into each other's lives as we were both starting our careers as artists, and tried to help each other. We both had pain in dealing with our individual d*mons and the new paths we were forging, but I truly felt we were trying to lift each other up. She never said no to what we chose to do together. And although we parted ways, I am sending her love and light always." (In case the picture is blurry).

- Melanie Martinez

In an interview with Newsweek, Timothy claimed that Melanie tried to contact both her and her boyfriend around 20 minutes after publishing the accusations through text and phone calls. No evidence to back this up was ever shared. In the aforementioned interview, Timothy went on to say that Melanie's dismissal of her account "says it all":

First of all, I did say 'no,' multiple times, but even if I hadn't, that doesn't mean I wanted it. She dug her own grave saying, 'she didn't say no'. That's not consent."

- Timothy Heller

On December 10, Melanie thanked her fans who supported her after the accusations.

"I understand how hard it could be to see my side of the story, considering no one with a heart would want to invalidate anyone speaking up about this topic. I want to thank my fans who took the time to research the timeline, analyze past Instagram photos, and question the story being told, which reveal her false statements. I trusted so many people in my life who took advantage of that trust for their own personal gain. Please know that my intentions with everything that I do in my life are always pure and I would never be i*timate with someone without their absolute consent." (In case the picture is blurry).

- Melanie Martinez

On July 19, 2024, 6 years after the controversy, Timothy posted a 6-minute video onto TikTok detailing how she had been h*rassed and bullied off the internet due to speaking up about the all*gations. She also said that she felt "quite validated" from Melanie's response due to Melanie admitting that the two had something take place between them.

(screenshot of the video Timothy is talking about Melanie and the whole situation).

Now, before anyone says something like "Oh wow you're supporting a 🍇pist" "You support 🍇pe" "Can't believe you believe Melanie" etc. I don't believe anyone, I'm not picking sides neither I'm trying to start a fight or offend anyone. I've been getting a lot of hate about the whole situation from people who don't even know me, saying stuff like "You support 🍇pe" "I hope you get 🍇ped too" "Supporting a 🍇pist" and really mean and offensive stuff like that. I DO NOT support 🍇pe. I just wanted to clear some things out, just because I'm a fan of Melanie doesn't mean I support everything she does and believe in everything she says etc. I'm just a fan and nothing more, I DO NOT care about her personal LIFE or what she DOES. I just listen to her music and art. I'm not trying to offend anyone or anything. And I'm not saying you shouldn't express your thoughts or opinions on the whole situation or anything like that. Neither I'm saying you are in the wrong if you believe Timothy/Melanie. All I'm trying to say is we shouldn't judge or pick sides because only Melanie and Timothy know what truly happened. We might never know the truth, and that's totally okay. The only people who can judge each other are Melanie and Timothy. We don't even know what happened. Timothy could be lying, Melanie could be lying, who knows? Also, Melanie hasn't been proven GUILTY neither is Timothy's story INVESTIGATED or proven to be TRUE.

Another thing I want to point out is that even tho Timothy claims to be traumatised by Melanie and the whole situation etc. Timothy in 2015/2016 had dressed up as Melanie:

( 1st photo edited by me (I mean how I compared the pictures) , please give credits if you use etc. Thank you 🌬️🤍).

I'm sure you don't dress up as someone who has done something so serious and mean to you.

Not to mention when Timothy said the date that apparently the whole situation happened Melanie was in another state on the "CRYBABY TOUR". The last time I checked, you couldn't f*ck someone from that far away. (Not trying to offend anyone). And she also has claimed that she didn't remember the date that well yet she is still giving us a date.

Anyways, that's all I have to say, if you read all that, thank you, I really appreciate it. 🌬️🤍

( By the way, this is MY opinion about the whole situation. NOT trying to start a fight, be mean or offend anyone. Saying this so that there won't be any misunderstandings or false information 💕🩹).

[quillquiver]

DeanCas, 800 words, love confession & post-canon

It’s still weird to see him without the coat, but it’s also... it’s nice. He looks—soft. Around his edges. Dean forces himself towards the sink, gingerly plucking a towel from the counter. It feels like his slippered feet echo across the concrete at the same time as his heart tries to bludgeon itself against his sternum, blood rushing in his ears and drowning out everything but the clink of dishes. He reaches for a plate and Cas tenses as he looks over. The smile he gives is a nervous, hesitant thing.

Dean hates it. “Uh, need some help?”

“Thank you.”

Cas’s goes curl into the floor and there’s a hole in the heel of his left sock. One of the legs of his sweatpants is caught on his calf. He washes dishes like he’s preparing to use them during surgery, examining every utensil for wayward filth. The shirt he’s borrowing is tight in the shoulders and wet down the front, and he’s sudsy up to his elbows.

Dean fucking loves him.

He clenches his jaw as he picks up a wet glass, wondering where the hell someone gets off confessing their goddamn love—laying themselves totally friggin’ bare in their final fucking moments—and then comes back and pretends none of that ever happened. And for what? Because he changed his mind? Big fucking whoop. Like Dean hasn’t lived a whole life of disappointments. Like things are gonna be weirder than they already are after he fucking comes clean and puts Dean out of his misery. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair—and not just because Cas has changed his mind, not just because for a minute Dean thought he’d get... that he’d get to have...

Dean swallows thickly and glares at the glass in his hand, dry for who knows how long, now. He hates always being the one to pick up the pieces. He hates that things have changed like this. He wants to go back to how it was before.

But the cat’s out of the bag on that one, so all there is left to do is talk.

“Look, I’m not offended, okay?” Dean deliberately doesn’t look over as he forces the words out, focusing on a new glass. He hears Cas pause and gathers himself. “I get it; m’not exactly a prize—but pretending like it never happened is a dick move.”

 Cas’s hand slips and a dish clatters loudly in the sink. “What?” He whirls around. Dean keeps his eyes front.

“I’m just saying,” he says gruffly, “it’s not cool to ignore big shit like that. You—”

“Ignore,” Cas echoes in disbelief. “Unbelievable.”

Dean turns towards Cas, who’s mangling the sponge in a white-knuckled grip. He looks stunned and livid, and Dean feels his own hackles rise. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He demands.

Cas’s brows almost get lost in his hair for how unimpressed he is. “It means exactly what I said. You're unbelievable.”

“Because I want answers?”

“Because you ignored I even said it in the first place! How much more of an answer do you need?!”

Dean’s breath stops in his lungs.

“—I have always done everything you asked. I’ve come when you called. I’ve fought beside you. I’ve died for you—”

Dean’s mouth turns dry.

“—Everything I am, that I’ve become, it’s because I have loved you—in every single way there is to love another person, and if you don’t feel the same way—”

Wait—

“—Then that’s fine! Because I am content to love you however you love me in return. But I will not stand here and be accused of being a dick—”

Dean shakes his head. No, that’s not—

“—When I have done nothing but offer myself to you. When I’ve—”

Dean moves without being consciously aware of it. “Cas,” he murmurs; soft, stunned interjections in Castiel’s increasingly loud and aggressive rant—did you maybe think that after kicking me out I didn’t want to bring it up? Did you consider that I might not want to embarrass you?—Dean reaches for the sponge and Cas wrenches away from him, glaring when he catches him by the front of his shirt.

“What are you doing—”

“Just—shut up a second.”

“No—”

“Cas—”

They’re practically chest to chest, and Cas is still holding that damn sponge, and he’s leaning back and glaring and flushed and angry and alive but he’s holding his tongue. And Dean doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve him but he’s fucking keeping him, despite the steam practically curling out of his ears, despite the curled lip and the death glare. Love knocks around inside his chest until there’s nowhere for it to go but up, but out—

“Me too.”

Cas freezes.

“Me too, okay? I love you, too.” 

[suckerforcate]

Drunken Kiss

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth × Reader

Word count: 1252

Warnings: None

Summary: You drunkenly kissed Brienne and in the morning she isn't there anymore.

You woke up expecting an arm around your body and the comfort of someone else's body heat next to yours. But neither was there, so you slowly turned around to look next to you. Empty. Noone was there. A slight spark of panic flodded through you. You told yourself it was probably nothing. She just needed some air or someone needed her help. But still the panic didn't really leave, maybe she left you. But why, you thought she liked you?

Slowly you stood up to get dressed and left your quarters. After having had a very fast breakfast whilst standing in the kitchen, because you couldn't be bothered to sit down properly, you left to search for her. You wandered around the halls, went looking for her in her quarters but she was nowhere to be found. Except maybe the training ground.

As you laid eyes on her fighting with a man twice as tall as her, which was quite hard considering her height, you instantly relaxed. She didn't leave without saying goodbye. But still the question as to why she wasn't there when you woke up was left unanswered.

You sat down on a rock next to the training ground and watched her. Something you could do the whole day, and often you did. You weren't one to use a sword, you couldn't even lift it. But you admired her strength and the beauty she carried while fighting, she always carried it but you felt it was more prominent when fighting. You assumed that was because she had a deep passion and understanding for it.

Upon finishing and spotting you her face turned into an expression you had never seen on her face. A mix of guilt, hurt and sadness. It broke your heart to see her like that. And as she wanted to turn and leave you again you jumped up on your feet and followed her.

"Brienne! Wait." She didn't stop and it was quite hard for you to catch up on her due to you having much shorter legs. But you did catch up and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She turned around, quite, not saying a word simply waiting for you to talk.

"You weren't there when I woke up this morning." It wasn't a question, nor an accusation. It was simply a statement.

"That is correct, my lady." You hated that she called you that, how often had you told her to call you (Y/n).

"Why? I missed your warmth, I got cold." You added the last part with a shyer and quieter voice. Still Brienne heard it and directly blushed at your comment.

"I.., my lady. I wanted to spare you of having to tell me that you regret it and that you could never like someone like me." Your eyes widened, what was she talking about?

"But why would I tell you that, Brienne? I was the one who kissed you and I asked you to lay in bed with me."

"You were drunk, that doesn't count. You didn't know what you were doing."

"Oh, I very well knew what I was doing." You grabbed her face, stod up on your tiptoes and kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss but you hoped it was enough.

"Now, does it count." Brienne was too perplexed to say anything, she just blushed and looked at you in shock.

"Lady (Y/n), your father would like to talk to you." Quite annoyed that you were being disturbed you turned around and told the man you would come in a minute.

"Come to my quarters this evening after dinner. We can talk then." With that you turned around and left a completely confused Brienne standing on the training ground.

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You had just come back from dinner when you heard a nock on your door. You went to open it and looked at Brienne. She was still in her armour but the dirt and sweat from fighting was washed away.

"Please, come in." You closed the door behind her and followed her inside. You smiled at her reassuringly and gently started to untie her armour.

"What are you doing?" You looked at her and smiled.

"Well, I'm untying your armour. It doesn't seem very comfortable nor appropriate for this conversation." She slightly nodded and let you resume. Slowly the armour went off and wandered onto your chair. When you were finished, you looked her up and down but upon seeing that it made her uncomfortable and that she tried to hide her body somehow you stopped and looked her directly in the eyes.

"You're so tall." You just had to look at her whole body again, you couldn't resist.

"It's quite..."

"Disgusting.", "Attractive." You both said that at the same time and after having heard what the other said you both looked equally confused. You grabbed her at her sides, leaded her towards your bed and sat her down in front of you so that you could look her in the eyes without looking up.

"Listen to me very carefully now, ok? I know that your whole life people have made you believe that you are too tall, not pretty enough, not feminine enough, that you should act more like a lady, that you aren't enough of a lady and so much more. But I want you to know, and that is all that you should care about, that from the very first time I have laid my eyes on you I have been mesmerised by your beauty, your strength and yes, also your height. I don't watch you training everyday because I like the man you train. I do it because of you. You carry such grace and beauty while fighting. And to me there is no one more beautiful than you." Brienne tried to hide her immense blushing through looking to the floor but you tenderly tilted her chin up and looked her directly in the eyes. Seeing her like this, the only word that came to mind was adorable. Because it truly was.

"No, please never hide anything from me. Not even your blushing." You smiled at her, grabbed her face in between your hands and kissed her. Gently and long, not short and rushing like the one this morning. Not drunk and clumsy like the one last night. It was full of all the love you had for her, all the admiration you felt for her. Gently you started untying her shirt but she stopped you half way through.

"I.., I have never slept with anyone in my life before. No one ever wanted to come that close to me."

"It's alright. We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. Tell me what you want and we'll do it." You put a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear while patiently waiting for her answer.

"Can we just lay here, together?" With the warmest smile you could produce you nodded and climbed into bed with her. She embraced you completely and you felt safer than you had ever before.

"Did you really mean all of that? You really weren't joking, were you?" You started to plant gentle kisses all over her arms and hands and felt her visibly relax.

"No, I wasn't joking. I would never hurt you in any way. I meant it all and I will continue telling you until you belive me. If I have to everyday for the rest of our lifes."

[shinidamachu]

Regarding Kagome getting hate for being a Mary-Sue if she were more like Sesshomaru, you should know that she still gets the Mary Sue accusations as she is. People call her too “OP” just because she didn’t train enough and because Rumiko said her spiritual powers are naturally more powerful than Kikyo.

They also consider her a Mary-Sue in terms of how much the narrative “glorifies” her (according to them at least) because multiple guys are crushing on her and the fact that it seems the Inugang always takes her side whenever it comes to fights with Inuyasha and she supposedly never has to learn from her faults. They claim Rumiko making her out to be so pure-hearted is also Mary-Suesque and that the narrative pretends that Kagome has no faults that she has to grow from and is perfect personality wise.

Oh, believe me, I'm totally aware. I only used the comparation with Sesshomaru as an example to make the point that no matter what she does, Kagome will get bashed because an especific, biased part of the audience is already phrone on hating her and will make up any excuse to justify it. And you brought up great new other examples.

They call her overpowered but, while her lack of training is a valid criticism, it's not a crime to be naturally gifted. In fact, it's a pretty common trope. What they conveniently "forget" is that raw talent alone is not enough: even though Kagome had a lot of power, she obviously didn't know how to use them.

So in the beginning she had to work with what she knew and improvise, showing us other facets of her character, such as her intelligence, creativity, cunningness and inventiveness.

Nothing was handed over to her on a plate. She had to work for it. There was no official training because she was learning on the job and doing amazing at it. Not because of her reincarnation status or some deus ex machina type of thing, but because of practice, persistence and resilience. If her spiritual powers are naturally more powerful than Kikyo, it only proves that they are different people, who see the world — and by extension, themselves — through vastly different lens, which inevitably bleeds into how they relate with their powers and with other people.

That being said, the narrative never glorifies Kagome and they know it. On the contrary, I'd argue it actually holds her to higher standards than any other character. She's constantly getting tested about her flaws. Just on the top of my head I could list Mount Azusa, the infant incident and that time she saved Kikyo from miasma. But even if her main lesson is that it's okay to have feelings, the narrative will still paint her as wrong again when she does have them.

And even when that doesn't happen, Kagome herself is hyper aware of her own flaws. That's a huge part of her character, due to her feelings of inadequacy. But she's always the first person to hold herself accountable for her actions, admit when she's in the wrong, apologize and make it better.

Now, the Inugang could be more sensible about Inuyasha's predictment — especially Sango, for obvious reasons —, I'll give them that. But Inuyasha doesn't help himself with his poor communication skills, either. All his friends know is that he's hurting Kagome, whom they love, over someone dangerous who has a history of trying to murder him.

As for the "multiple guys crushing on her" thing... I mean, can we blame them? Face card never declines, my God!

[stanlunter]

i have an honest question for you. this is not meant to be a gotcha or accuse you of homophobia, just based on observing your post history of wlw vs wlm ships out of curiosity.

are there any wlw ships in cartoons that you actually do like the portrayal of?

Thanks for a question!

And yes, obviously. Actually, I posted a lot about them, so It's strange if you haven't seen it, but yeah. I understand where your answer is coming from since I do critic some wlw media and made a post about a wlw dynamic I don't like. Tbh, It's a problem for me too, bc I don't get enought of my "wlw ships type" in media and that's basically why Im complaining about it, bc every It's either bad-written or is so cliche that's it even boring. Also the problem is that I do love wlm ships as well and a lot of people say that "wlw is always better than wlm" even tho there are many good and bad examples of both of them and I think It's wrong to say smth is better just bc It's queer, even tho I am wlw myself. The "critic" wasn't towards wlw, but towards the most popular dynamic (sun x moon) that I don't like and the way people ignore others dynamics just for this one is sad to me, since bc of it I don't have enought representation of wlw ships I love, bc all of them either don't become a couple, or break up, or one of them dies (or all of these at the same time) and almost all ships that became canon have that dynamic I dislike. And at the same time it was also a joke bc It's actually true that like 80% of all wlw ships are basically the same, so It's funny to hear from their fans that all wlm ships are the same

"Are there any wlw ships in cartoons that you actually like the portray of?"

Do you mean canon or fanon?

As someone who generally in like 90% of the cases prefers fan ships over canon ones, regardless of if it's wlw, wlm or mlm, I obviously have much more fanon or half-canon favourite wlw ships, including those, where one of the characters is dead, there are some I like:

My favourite wlw ship and spop otp of all time is Scorptra. I absolutely adore everything about it and I really think they should have been stayed in Crimson waste. Some years ago I had a huge fixation on it and tbh, if I've discovered Tumbler to myself at that time, my acc would definitely be full of them and I would call myself "stanscorptra", lol. And the fact that they didn't become canon for the sake of the ship I hate - catradora, makes it even worse to me. (Scorpia x Catra from She-ra and the princess of power)

Yumihisu. That's my favourite ship from aot, Im actually glad It's popular in the fandom. I really love everything about them and the way they ended up is actually heart-breaking. In the finale of s2 I actually wanted to start killing people just bc Ymir decided to help Rainer and Berth instead od staying with Historia. And every time I rewatch it, I feel the same, bc they did have a chance to be happy together at least for some years.

It's basically canon and it was confirmed that they both love each other, but since Ymir died, I'm not sure if it is considered as actually canon since they werent actual dating (Ymir x Historia from Attack on titan)

Nanichiru, or whatever name they have, bc the fandom still hasnt decided it.

That was one of my first anime ships, I even thought It's canon and basically when I saw them together, I thought Nana is canon lesbian, which was so clear to me when I compare her with men and her with Michiru. Idk if they supposed to be "just friends", or wlw-coded, but I do consider them as a half canon anyways, bc, let's be real, if one of them was a guy, everyone would know It's canon. I absolutely love their dynamic and the way their relationship affected Nana and made her doubt her goal and actually understand that some of the people with talents are good people. Michiru changed everything for Nana and was her light in the dark, but ofc, how it always is, they didn't develop relationship and one of them died. (Nana x Michiru form Talentless Nana)

Mitsunoa. I am not obsessed with its depth, bc, ngl, they don't have such deep relationship as others, but I do love their dynamic and all of their interactions. Their homoerotic friendship and all the hints make me giggle and if we consider Mikayuu as "basically canon", than I will consider Mitsunoa as basically canon too (especially after the bath scene), bc these girls deserve the best things and they are the best things for each other. (Mitsuba and Shinoa from Seraph of the end)

Togachako. I still haven't finished the manga, so I'm not sure about what heppend with them in the end, I've only seen some spoilers. But I do love their enemies to lovers dynamic, which, unlike some other ships of this trope, isn't a romantization of abuse, but actual enemies to lovers. I doubt it has chances to actually become canon. But I still love the way their relationship was written. Uraraka is the only one who thinks Toga is cute and a pretty girl, not just a crazy monster. I absolutely love the line when she says Toga that she's the cutest girl in the whole world. I love that Toga says her feelings for Uraraka are real and that she made her happy. Toga sees her as basically a comfort person (??), someone who's love and appreciation she wants to get, someone who can save her from the hateness to herself and the world. I just want Toga to be happy with someone who can see her. Also, have you seen how mangaka draws them together?? He's either their biggest shipper, or a queerbaiter, Idk (Toga x Uraraka from My hero academy)

Also Ruby x Penny from Rwby, Webby x Lena from Duck Tales, Perfuma x Huntara from she-ra, Anne and Sasha from Amphibia, Sunset x Sci-Twi from Equestria girls, Sae-Byeok x Ji-Yeong form Squid game and others

As for canon ships, there are fewer ones, but yeah, I do have favourite wlw ships that are canon:

Menokari. Their relationship is really beautiful, It's actually similar to Nanichiru, but is gayer. I found it thanks to Talentless Nana as well, and Im glad I did. It may be seems too cliche for some people, but I think It's adorable, dramatic and well-writen. Definitely my favourite wlw anime (Menou x Akari from The Executor and her way of living)

Ellieriley. Unfortunately there are not enought scenes with them, but those we have is enought for me to love them. Riley was Ellie's first love and probably her lesbian awaking. I love their dynamic so much and I want to see more of them and I wanted them to live a happy life. I do like Ellie x Dina too, but I love her relationship with Riley much more. Riley's death has broken my heart. But at least I'm glad that they did have a kiss scene before it, that's why I do consider it as canon, unlike Yumihisu, since a lot of people for some reason are still arguing over it (Ellie x Riley from The last of us)

Spinetossa. Even tho this ship is far not the main one, I love it much more than the main canon ones. Netossa cares about her wife so much. They know each other for so long and still love each other so much. They're so cute and so sweet, that I was worrying for their relationship during s5 the most. And It's funny how Chaggie fans use "they're together for a long time" to justify the fact that Vivziepop has written them so poorly and that they look more like just friends, just bc of that, since these two exist and they actually do look like a married couple, not like just friends (Spinerella x Netossa from She-ra)

Harlivy

I ship these two in every universe. Even tho the Harley Quinn show has flaws, I still love their dynamic, yeah, even despite it being "one of those I have brought up in that post", I still ship them and think they're cute. I love that Harley has fully recovered from her relationship with Joker and that Ivy has found her true love, someone she can spend the rest of her life with (Harley x Ivy from Harley Quinn show and DC comics/cartoons)

Korrasami

I never was one of those people who say Korrasami was rushed. Yeah, the creators couldnt fully show them in the show, but they did in the comics and I haven't seen anyone who has read them and said they're bad-written. The comics show them so well, It's amazing, healthy and one of the best wlw representations I've seen! (Korra x Asami from The legend of Korra)

Obviously, that's not all of them, but those I love the most. Some of other canon wlw couples I love are: Bubblegum x Marcelin from Adventure time, Apple x Darling from Every after high, Haruka x Michiru from Sailor moon, Utena x Anthy from Revolutionary girl Utena, Kirari x Sayaka from Kakegurui, Ruby x Sapphire form Steven Universe, Vi x Caitlyn from Arcane, Sara x Nyssa from Arrow and Jennifer x Needy form Jennifer's body (I know the last two are not animated, but I still wanna include them)

So, yeah, there are a lot of wlw canon and popular ships I dislike or critic, which isn't because I hate wlw, but bc I love it and want it to be written better and be more various, than just "sun x moon", since there are a lot of so different wlm and mlm dynamics, while for wlw It's almost always either the same, or is just problematic, like Catradora. Tbh, as far as I remember, the only wlw ships I wrote bad things about were Lumity and Catradora, besides that post, so I don't know why exactly you thought it means I dislike all or most of the wlw ships, but I don't anyways

[aro-rambles]

Hello! My Blog isn't aspec related so I thought I'd share my two cents here

The recent aro hate on this website is INSANE. As someone who is new to tumblr, seeing this in a predominantly queer-centred website is unfathomable.

Equating aro people to "no strings attached" is illogical and stems from the allo-amato notion that there are strings to be attached in the first place. Physical pleasure and emotional fulfilment are two completely separate concepts.

Portraying cishet aro men as people who are just leading on the poor women infantilizes women. This is just misogyny packed as discourse. If a cishet aro person is indeed being a dickhead, they're just a dickhead and we can all call them out on that like we call out any other dickhead

To the queer people equating aromanticism to pedophilia, how do y'all not remember that how gay men were treated back in the day? How we were cordoned off from society to "protect the children"? Do better, people

To the aspec people being accused of doing this just to be able to use a slur, fuck that. The exclsionists seem to have forgotten what a reclaimed slur means, or what queer means. Queer simply mean strange. Have they.. forgotten that aroace people are the queerest ones out there. Challenging not only heteronormativity but also allonormatovity and amatonormativity. They're the ones being called weird for not dating or having crushes or swooning over the random hot guy on the street or fantasizing about a white wedding. The ones treated as immature by their peers for not having a partner yet. And people think they aren't queer?

Fuck the exclsionists. I LOVE your posts. I'm sure I'm surrounded by people hating in anon in your ask box and I'm sending them all the hate in my heart. I love your blog and the aro community is one of the most inclusive I've seen on here. Love y'all and stay strongggg

ok so I'm very sleepy and my brain is like some sort of sauce currently so I'm gonna put numbers before each thing I say bc it's easier, don't worry about it

1 thank you for sharing your two cents, I think I agree with everything you said (can't be sure bc my brain is some sort of sauce currently but I'm sure I'd have noticed if I disagreed)

2 I want to go on The Slur Rant (tm) so bad but the internet is simply not prepared for it and I would rather not have to deal with the annoying fucks who'd disagree with me. not sure why I said this or why I got so aggressive at the end of that last sentence but here we are.

3 I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say before what I'm gonna say next but I forgot, sorry

4 my dude you are not in fact surrounded by hate in my askbox!! there's actually more nice messages than anything else <2 and also whenever I get anon hate I just block on sight now so it's fine. but yeah I would like to thank everyone for the kind words and everything. I love yall except for the ones who rather I didn't, in which case take your pick, we got uhhh cherish, appreciate, like but stronger, and. :3 (<- consider this a verb).

5 thank youuuuuuuu <222

6 sorry I took a while to answer this ask hope you see it even though I'm posting this at horrible hours gdhdjdjdk

[practicingsmut]

Hold Me Tight or Don’t

ex!seungcheol x reader, 2.7k words, mostly smut with a dash of angst and a pinch of fluff

“Seungcheol, I can’t do this.” Your words came out half muttered and half whined, influenced by the way Seungcheol had his mouth moving against your neck.

You genuinely couldn't recall how you ended up in this situation. You had come over to his place to pick up the last box of items you had left behind when Seungcheol broke up with you nearly two months prior shortly before he went away for his tour, and then the next thing you knew he had you pinned against the wall in the living room. His forearms were propped on either side of your head to you in while one of his thighs made its way between your legs, keeping a light but constant pressure against your core.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t complicit in the act, however, as your hands quickly found their way up the back of Seungcheol’s shirt, grabbing at his toned back muscles and pulling him impossibly closer to you. In fact, it was entirely possible that you had made the first move, but the feeling of Seungcheol’s body against yours sent the memory of that initial contact spiraling into oblivion.

“You don’t have to do anything, princess. Just let me take care of you,” Seungcheol rasped. His breath tickled your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m serious,” you said, willing yourself out of the pleasant fog his ministrations had settled around your mind. You slid your hands around his torso to be able to push at Seungcheol’s hips and he immediately stopped what he was doing, pulling back to look you in the eye.

His pupils were blown wide and his breath came ragged, unsurprising considering how hard his cock already was as it pressed against your stomach through the layers of clothes between the two of you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You hated how real the concern in his voice came out. He was the one who broke up with you; he didn’t have the right to be concerned about your feelings anymore.

“What’s wrong is that you dumped me, Seungcheol. You broke my fucking heart, left me crying in the rain like it was some movie, just so you could, what, fuck a bunch of other girls on tour without the baggage that comes with cheating?” you accused. Despite being softened by the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes, your words cut like a knife directly into Seungcheol’s heart.

He pulled back to give you the space you clearly wanted, but caught your hands in his own.

“That wasn’t it at all,” he insisted, voice hard.

“Then what was it?” you shouted. All of the emotions you had been struggling to keep inside surged to the surface. “It’s been two fucking months, I think I deserve an explanation.”

He was still standing too close. You wanted to shove him, but his hands gripped yours too tightly. You knew if you tried to pull away he’d let you, but as much as you hated to admit it, his touch was grounding, comforting even.

Seungcheol didn’t speak for a long moment, and when he finally did his words were prefaced by a deep sigh. “I fucked up.”

“You could say that again,” you scoffed.

“Just, promise to hear me out. No matter how stupid it sounds, I promise you that the reason sounded good to me at the time.”

You didn’t say anything else, but gave him a look to let him know he could and should keep talking. Again, it took him a minute to gather his thoughts.

“I just… thought we were getting too close too fast. Like, we were dating for less than six months at that point and I could already see myself spending the rest of my life with you.”

He was right. It sounded extremely stupid.

“You broke up with me because you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Right, because that’s a totally normal thought that someone would have.”

“I told you it was stupid! I was scared that we were going to burn out fast, so I thought I’d cut things short before that could happen. I realized how wrong that was and regretted my choice immediately, but I couldn’t just call you up and say never mind. That would just fuck with you even more, so I just went on tour hating myself for the past two months. I thought that maybe when you came over to pick up your things we could talk things out but I think I’ve fucked that up, too.”

His grip on your hands tightened, but he kept his gaze lowered to the floor.

This time you were the one to pause before speaking. “Choi Seungcheol, you are the biggest idiot I know, and for that reason I believe what you’re saying.”

Seungcheol’s head shot up in an instant, sad eyes now tinged with hope. “Please tell me that means you forgive me. I know the idea of it scared me before, but now I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “Despite how badly you fucked me up, I still love you. I want to forgive you but I can’t just forget what happened. You need to earn back my forgiveness and my trust.”

“Tell me how to. I’d do anything.” He stepped closer again, eagerness getting the better of him.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Cheollie. Just… do your best and give it time, I guess.”

The corner of his mouth perked up at hearing you call him by his nickname. That had to be a good sign, right?

“Well, how about I start with this?” he asked before leaning in. His mouth met yours in a warm, soft kiss. It was different than the one you shared earlier. Though emotions were riding high both times, before it had been needy and rushed, whereas this one was slow. Tentative, almost. You didn’t often see this thoughtful side of Seungcheol, who preferred to rule his life by his emotions. It was a nice change of pace and you resolved to tell him that later. For now, you had another pressing matter to attend to.

Taking Seungcheol by surprise, you yanked him off balance so that he had to catch himself on the wall. In a moment, the two of you were back in the position you had been in before your chat. It felt even better now that the air had been mostly cleared between you.

“Is this alright?” Seungcheol whispered in your ear as he slid his hand down your side to come to a rest on your hip.

“No,” you said, deciding to play with him a bit. You earned that much after what he put you through. He pulled back immediately, a hesitant and questioning look in his eyes. “We’re wearing too much clothing.”

Seungcheol let out a relieved chuckle, shaking his head and smiling at you. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Then, without another word he picked you up bridal style, your arms immediately linking behind his neck.

You peppered kisses along his chin and down the length of his jaw as he carried you to his bedroom only to toss you onto his bed. Sitting back to admire the view, you watched as Seungcheol shucked off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, unable to take your eyes off of him as you felt yourself grow wetter by the second.

“For someone who said we were wearing too much clothing, you don’t seem to be in a rush to take yours off,” Seungcheol joked. He climbed onto the bed next to you now that he was stripped down to just his boxers, a grey pair that you had bought him because you knew it would do nothing to hide the size of his cock.

“I want you to do it,” you replied playfully.

“Well if that’s what my princess wants, who am I to say no?”

He took his time with you, wanting to savor each moment that he had missed out on over the past two months. Each undoing of the buttons on your flannel was followed by a warm kiss that chased away the chill that hit your exposed skin. Once your jeans were gone as well, Seungcheol took a minute to admire you, hands gripping your thighs as he drank in the sight he had missed more than anything - you half naked on his bed, sprawled out and waiting for him.

“This is new,” he said, referencing the underwear you wore as he ran his thumb over your core. You flinched at the unexpected contact, wanting more.

You wore a matching set that was too casual to be lingerie, but was still fancier than your day to day underwear. The cotton was a blush pink color with lace accents, cute and comfortable at once.

“Sakura took me out on a shopping spree after, well, you know,” you answered, not wanting to bring up the break up again for fear it would ruin the mood. “She insisted that I buy things to look cute just for myself.”

Seungcheol nodded. “I’ll have to thank her later.”

Without any further comment, he leaned in to press one more kiss against your lips before settling in between your thighs and licking a stripe over your panties. If they hadn’t been soaked before, that action certainly would have done the trick.

Oral with Seungcheol was nothing less than heavenly, to say the least. From the moment his tongue made contact with your clit, all thoughts flew from your head and the only thing you could focus on was the growing tension between your legs.

It seemed like your body hadn’t forgotten what it was like when Seungcheol put his all into eating you out, seeing as he had you cumming against his face in just a few minutes. He licked up all the juices until you started to push him away, citing a fear of overstimulation. Normally that wasn’t something that would stop Seungcheol - he loved watching you squirm beneath him with tears pricking at your eyes as he coaxed you through a third, fourth, even fifth orgasm over the night - but the current situation was different. He didn’t want to push you too far when things were still fragile between you.

Pausing only to take a sip from the glass of water on his nightstand, Seungcheol then settled himself on top of you. He was careful not to squish you while still getting even closer than he had been when you were pinned against the wall. You felt your heart beating in time with his own as his chest met yours.

“How are you doing?” he whispered against your lips in between kisses.

You couldn’t help but laugh in his face. “Fucking fantastic, thank you for asking.”

At that, Seungcheol let out a chuckle, bright and clear and completely devoid of any of the stress or worry he had been feeling earlier.

As your tongue met his you slid your hand down the planes of his abdomen and beyond, slipping past the waistband of his boxers and to the prize waiting there for you.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.” Seungcheol’s voice was shaking as he tried to hold back the whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips as you pumped your hand up and down his cock a few times, swiping your thumb over the head to collect the precum that beaded there.

“Get on your back and you won’t have to wait very long,” you said teasingly.

He did not need to be told twice. Within seconds he was free of his boxers and laying back on his pillows, stroking himself slowly as he watched you free yourself of your bra and panties. With his assistance you lined yourself up with his cock and lowered yourself onto it, matching moans coming out of both of you.

Seungcheol’s cock was a bit longer than average, but where it really impressed was its girth. Normally he’d finger you first, using two or three fingers to stretch you out so you were ready for him, but neither of you had been patient enough for that now.

The stretch of sliding straight onto his cock had you wincing, but you were too much of a masochist to let you get in the way of riding the most magnificent cock you’d ever known. With the help of Seungcheol’s thumb on your clit and his encouraging words, you soon found yourself all the way at his base, where you rested for a moment to give your body time to adjust. You felt him inside you, thick and heavy and hard. After a minute you were ready to ready to fuck yourself on Seungcheol’s cock in earnest.

If you had been a mess under the movements of his tongue, then you didn’t even have the words to describe what Seungcheol was like beneath you. He always talked a big game about fucking your brains out and giving you the orgasms you deserved, but there was a side of him that loved being taken care of as well.

You reached forward to tweak one of his nipples with your thumb, earning a high pitched groan from the man that you took as encouragement to keep going. With hands gripping your ass so tight you were sure it would bruise, he was fucking up into you just as much as you were riding him and you didn’t mind as that freed up your focus to tease him more. With your mouth on one of his nipples and a hand on the other, you knew he wouldn’t last long.

At least, he wouldn’t have if he didn’t surprise you by flipping the two of you over so that he was on top, not missing a beat of his thrusts as he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. With the other he played with your nipple the way you had his.

“I’m not letting myself cum before you do,” he explained.

It must have been a tall order, given the strain in his voice and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat every few moments as he swallowed. Using all your strength to push your head up with zero leverage you managed to swipe your tongue over it. Seungcheol’s grip tightened and he dipped his head to rest his forehead against yours. It would have been a cute gesture if not for the way he slipped his hand from your breast down to your clit and continued pounding his cock into you just the way you liked it.

“Cheollie, I’m gonna…” you whined, unable to finish your sentence.

“Go on, princess. Cum for me,” he answered. Those words, full of love and lust, were the last push needed to send you over the edge. Seungcheol continued fucking you through your orgasm, and four thrusts later he was pulling out to finish across your stomach.

Without the slapping of skin on skin, the only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths making their way out of both of you. Seungcheol only allowed himself a moment of rest before getting up to grab a towel to clean you up. Only once that was done did he slide into the bed, rolling you over partially so that he could lean your back against his chest and wrap his hands around you.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered before placing a light kiss on the top of your head. It took you a moment to gather enough breath to respond.

“I’ve missed you too.” Then, a second later, “I don’t think I fully forgive you that, but we’ll get there. I know we will.”

You shifted around so you were facing each other, pulling Seungcheol’s body flush against your own and ignoring the residual stickiness it caused.

“That’s all I could hope for, and more than I deserve,” he admitted. “I love you.” He said those last three words as if he were scared of them, or more accurately, that you wouldn’t return them even though you had already admitted to still loving him earlier in the conversation before he brought you to his bed.

“I love you too, Cheollie,” you answered, surprised to find the tension melting not only from his own body but yours, as well. It would be a long road to healing the rift in the relationship, but it would happen. Laying there in Seungcheol’s arms, you had no doubt of that.

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The Goddess Not So Ordinary

(Fanfic)

Selena:

Daughter of Zeus and Hera

She was declared by Zeus as the goddess of moon

Hated by her sisters (except Ilithia and Aphrodite)

Hades has a soft spot for Selena in his heart

As a baby, Selena was left by her sister to be food for dangerous animals. She survived and got adopted by a King.

She has the gods' powers

Selena has different forms. She is something to the gods or demigods that are almost gods. She is another thing to humans or normal demigods.

She can suck the vital force of someone else

Her favourite niece is Clarisse and her favourite Nephew is Will

Selena and Percy doesn't have a good relationship

Selena is Hades and Maleficent's daughter in law (she kinda dates Harry, Maleficent's son)

Selena had a crush on her best friend Elizabeth's boyfriend (Peter) centuries ago (Elizabeth is Harry's sister)

Selena and Peter formed a strong bond between them

She is considered one of the most powerful characters, even more than Percy Jackson

Her loyalty lies with the gods

Kronos creates a clone of Selena that makes her being accused of some crimes, including Annabeth's death. Zeus sends her to Tartarus.

She has a daughter called Melissa with Harry, who ends up being adopted by Percy and Clarisse since her parents (Selena and Harry) die in the battle with Kronos.

[auroradiation]

I'm so sorry about the harassment you're getting on twitter. These people really must not have problems to get so upset over some drawings. Your art is lovely and they're jealous and full of hate.

I have seen a few posts going around calling for you to get mass reported so please do take care. Maybe consider locking your twitter for a while to deter the trolls. You don't deserve any of it and I'd hate to see you get suspended over this hate campaign.

If someone could spend this much effort to write fanfic for my ship I would have an endless list of fanfic to read!!!

Sorry, it's just that when I first got into the Terminator fandom I thought hey this is a very popular American movie franchise! I bet there are tons of food to enjoy and a lot of friends to meet!

And it turned out to be one of the most barren fandoms I have been to.

But it's ok. I can draw fanart myself. I have lots of good ideas and I know I can draw very well. I don't care how many notes or likes my post will get either. I love these characters and I have never expected to gain any attention from doing fanart.

I was so happy! Even if no one cared about the art in which I had poured my heart and soul. I spent 40 hours on that John, Sarah, and T800 driving on a car illustration you know. What if no one liked it! I gave a part of myself to the things I'm passionate about, which was rewarding enough.

Until some stupid doodles of dogear and boots went viral, and the wrath of X rained down on me. How was I supposed to know this is the stuff X people are into?

The worst part for me is that people still don't seem to care about the characters I draw! Everyone in the retweets is like "Me n who" or "This is sooo *ship name* coded." The ones who accuse me don't really care about John too, otherwise they would be canceling Dark Fate for brutally murdering him and showing his bleeding corpse on the big screen.

I mean I probably wouldn't feel so bad if Terminator were a really prosperous fandom that had a lot of fan discussions and content, better if someone would ship John and T800 with me. But no, I'm starving here and a mob is tearing down my door while I'm trying to cook some food for myself. It's just so unfair.

Anyway, sorry for venting so much. It has been a stressful week. Thank you for telling me about what's going on. I didn't know you could lock your account before. I hope this will save my account.

[djsherriff-responses]

Idolomantises is a known abuser who will accuse people of being liars/pedos/racists/etc for bringing it up. Most of it was under previous aliases of his, and he'll accuse you of deadnaming him if you mention his old usernames that he had when he was more blatant and less secretive about being an asshole to people he doesn't like (who were mostly kids, or were/are acespec/arospec). He also doxxed a bunch of people in 2020 and falsely accused one of those people of pedophilia because he mistook them for someone else

I've seen some posts floating around about that , with most posts being only available through the internet archive. While not all claims against him has solid evidence (from what I've seen at least) , it does make his criticism towards Vivziepop and other creators all the more hypocritical

This is not me saying Vivziepop ,as a person and artist , shouldn't have her actions criticised, far from it. But it's really obvious when you look at his art and posts, a lot of his criticism of Vivziepop is either self projecting or him being unaware he does the exact same thing he's criticising

Same face/body syndrome with a few odd out liners? Yep, while Viv prefers skinny twigs while idol likes hour glass shapes they're both guilty of having a clear preference in design (every artist has preferences, some are just better at branching out or making up for it)

Under development or poorly written relationships? Lili and Sera are supposed to be married but they act more like they just started dating which results in Lili coming across as a much worse partner

Sex jokes that's just sexual harassment? I'm gonna be honest Lili (and various other characters of idols) are far too comfortable pushing others' boundaries and inserting their horny feelings onto strangers. I know someone gonna say "oh you just hate sex workers-" Lili doing sex work while being in a relationship is not an issue, her mocking Sera's insecurities regarding intimacy and hiding sex toys in her brother's bedroom is the problem

Lore that's tweeted about but never in the actual source material? Idol has made posts and even an entire blog about the lore of his monster and girls comics (which is not a bad thing) but if you've only read his comics , which is most likely considering how posts can be lost or even deleted, you'd just get a gag a day series of strips. The lore idol does end up putting in the comic just makes it more confusing if not outright concerning, like , did he think through the implications of sex demons having heart eyes after losing their virginity? How exactly did a power point presentation on hell having eugenics expand on any of the characters?

Focus on shipping/ship teasing while claiming to have a plot outside of that? Along with the lack of implementation of lore in the source material, you just gotta look up what he chooses to focus on in a majority of his comics, as well how many if his ocs stories involves a relationship or some kind of romantic/sexual tension with another

I have a friend who keeps more up to date with his comics than me, particularly the bug comic (I'll admit to preferring monsters and girls over that) and the tonal whiplash of idol having one episode be about children in school dealing with PG topics like getting a new step dad to then jump into the sex life of a celebrity is generally insane

TBH if/when I make posts on him I rather focus on his art more than anything else, with some commentry on what he says (and later deletes) on his side blog. The worst he's done to me personally is call me a mad hoe for a vague post about him being a Vivziepop hater, I rather let people who've been harmed by him speak their truth than try speaking over them

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Planting Seeds

a little introductory snippet of my favourite AU of my ocs: where Ven and Kit are the Sith lords, reluctantly and angrily, but at least they can cling to each other.

This deep into the tomb, Ven’s footsteps echoed. The screams of unlucky acolytes were distant now. Even the ones who were busy going crazy didn’t seem to have ventured this far. Ven kept her mind closed to the Force, refusing to even consider playing Sith any more than she absolutely had to.

Then there was another footfall, just out of time with Ven’s own steps. Ven stopped, her heart in her throat.

Something crackled. Ven whirled and brought her blade up just in time to catch the lightning. The Togruta Sith who’d thrown it clutched his hand to his chest, like he was the one who should be bothered. His lavender skin shone in the strange lighting of the tomb, and his white markings nearly blended with the yellow of his montrals. His lekku were short and a little stubby, and in any other situation Ven might have called his broad, soft features friendly-looking.

“Sorry,” he said. Ven tightened her grip on her blade. Was this a trick?

“Sorry,” he said again. “Are you all right?”

“Excuse me?” Ven said before she could think better of it. “What kind of question is that?”

He pulled a face that was significantly more sheepish than Ven thought a Sith could ever be capable of.

“Sorry,” he said a third time. “I thought you were a k’lor’slug.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere,” Ven said. She lowered her blade at last. “You’re the first Sith I’ve ever met who’d ask if someone’s all right.”

For a moment, his face twisted in anger – far more familiar, especially these days. Then he sighed, looking away.

“No one has ever accused me of being good at this.”

“If you ask me, that’s a good thing,” Ven said. She tensed, preparing to fight if he decided she was being insolent, but all he did was stare at her quizzically.

“You’re an acolyte, too, aren’t you?” he asked finally.

“Under protest,” Ven muttered. “I’m no Sith!”

His face went slack with longing at he stared at her.

“I wish I could say that with any certainty,” he said. “I’m Kitiver.”

Ven wondered if she should brandish her weapon again. Were they friends now? What was that about not wanting to be Sith?

Then again, he was a Togruta. Maybe he’d been a slave, too, before Korriban. Ven sighed and sheathed her blade.

“Ven,” she said. “If you hate this as much as I do, how’d you end up here?”

He shifted, looking uncomfortable.

“It’s a long story,” he said.

“I really don’t want to play the overseers’ stupid games,” Ven said, perching on what had once been a statue. “I have time.”

“They’re going to punish us both,” he warned her.

“Every time a Sith hurts me, they plant the seeds of their own downfall,” Ven swore. “If they want power, they need to realise that keeping slaves and forcing people like us into these hellscapes will only create enemies who are determined to take it back from them.”

He tilted his head, studying her with obvious curiosity.

“What?” Ven snapped.

“I see why they chose you,” he said. Ven bristled, and he held up his hands defensively. “I didn’t mean – you’re strong, at least! Not just in the Force, though you must be. That’s good, isn’t it?”

Ven felt like agreeing with him was as much a trap as arguing would be.

“Just tell me your story, or get out of my tendrils,” she said grudgingly. Kitiver glanced over his shoulder, obviously weighing his options. He must not have wanted to go back any more than Ven did; he sat down on the steps opposite her, casually electrocuting a k’lor’slug that appeared in the doorway as he did. Ven tried to cover her flinch, but she didn’t think she did a good job.

“There are some Imperial families who use children for prestige,” he said. “There are the heirs, of course, but then there are the savage aliens that some of the newer families adopt. To show how wonderful they are to share civilisation, you know. In my case, I was a two for one deal. An alien who should surely end up someone’s sex toy if it wasn’t for them, and a Force sensitive they could bundle off to the Sith for clout without having to worry about their precious blood descendants. Not that that idiot could ever do a damn thing with the Force.”

“Not exactly loving siblings, then,” Ven murmured. Her chest felt cold. She missed her brother.

“No,” Kitiver said. He sighed. “I tried. I thought, if I had one ally – but I was a fool. There are no allies when you’re Sith.”

“Then how do we walk out of here?” Ven asked. He clenched his fist, that same anger from earlier overtaking him once more. He didn’t seem to have an answer, but Ven could tell he wanted to. He wanted a friend, maybe even more badly than Ven did.

There are so many things I’m supposed to give them, Ven’s dad had said once when he thought Ven was in bed. It’s like every day I find out something else a kid is supposed to have. How am I supposed to give them anything when I didn’t even know it was an option?

Uncle Fives hadn’t had an answer. But the moment had stuck with Ven, anyway. There had to be things this Sith had never been given. If Ven didn’t offer, he’d never know anything else was possible.

“Tell you what,” Ven said. “Sith may not have room for real allies. But we don’t have to be Sith. No matter what they say, what they force us to do to survive. Wait for your chance, I’ll wait for mine, and we’ll get out of this alive and ourselves. Not Sith.”

He narrowed his eyes, studying her carefully. There was a thin gloss of yellow to them, flickering in the light, but Ven wasn’t sure how long she’d be one to judge. It was just like the rebellion, she told herself. You did awful things sometimes just to hold out for something better.

“Don’t betray me, I won’t betray you?” Kitiver said finally.

“I know I can trust you, if you don’t let your fear get in the way,” Ven said. The anxiety was palpable, now that she was looking at him properly. She’d thought it was just the lingering fear of the tomb, but no – that was all him. He was as terrified of himself as Ven was of herself, and ten times more doubtful. “I’m good with people like that.”

He pulled back, then laughed under his breath.

“If nothing else, I guess you’d be good to have on my side,” he said. “Shall we get back to our respective masters, Ven?”

“I have no master,” she said, but she stood. “Just don’t tell Zash that.”

“Deal,” he said. He hesitated where he sat, looking nervous. “If you leave Korriban before I do, if we don’t meet again – if you see a human Jedi, dark hair and green eyes, named Kaoja or Kaojacol – don’t hurt her. No matter what they try to make you do.”

“I don’t hurt Jedi if I can help it,” Ven said solemnly. “But I’ll keep an eye out for her, in particular. Were you a Jedi?”

He stood abruptly and stalked out. Ven swallowed hard, reminded of her brother and wishing she wasn’t.

“Take care of yourself, Kitiver,” she said.