#don‘t blame me

[copias-juicebox]

*𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗲𝘀*

[fastianini]

Valentino Rossi & Marc Márquez

[ happy (belated) 9 year anniversary to sepang 2015 aka the one weekend everything went wrong, everything changed and that still haunts motogp to this day <3 ]

history of man by maisie peters

[sacrificiallane]

COWBOY .ᐟ PERCY ( hey cute jeans, take mine off me )

warning ! MDNI. short and smutty. giving head, yippie. blowjob. handjob. mention of cum. it’s fluff. cowboy!Percy being amazed by you. he's lovesick ahhh.

notes ! this was meant to be car sex. now it's a car blowie / handjob whoops. not proofread.

soft noises were spilling over your lips, and Percy Jackson was having a hard time keeping it together.

having parked his truck right outside the ranch ― your father's home ! ― , the young cowboy was fidgeting in the old leather seats of his truck like a literal virgin. he swears he isn't one ! it's just the heat ― the hot summer air that's wafting through both rolled down windows ― that was making it so impossible to focus on anything but how your hair felt under his touch. the soft... soft... strands, now tightly wrapped around his hand.

only one of his hands was fisting your hair ! his other occupied with grasping ― clawing, at the leather. his blunt nails digging almost through to the cheap foam underneath. and if he were to find scratches later, he'd know who to blame...

„god...“ oh and Percy wasn't a religious man, but having your backside on display like this ― barely covered by the jeans shorts you were wearing ― it had him think of prayers that probably didn't even exist. the image of you was unholy, yet so beautiful, and Percy wished he had some way of capturing the sight. he could barely breathe.

„fuck...“ his grasp only became tighter, „how... how'd you even learn all that, huh?“

his voice became even more hazy, breathless. and if you weren't so focused on not choking around him..., then you would've caught a glimpse of Percy Jackson throwing his head back against the seat, messy hair stuck to his forehead, curling because of the humidity inside and outside the truck.

you didn't give an answer to his question, of course, much too busy with making him feel good ! and maybe he was your first, or maybe you already had practice. didn't really matter to the cowboy. Percy was just content with whatever you were giving.

and you had been so quick to unbuckle his jeans ... so quick to shove it past his knees, that his mind had barely been able to process what was happening. not that this was a first for the both of you ! Percy and you have been … doing stuff you probably shouldn’t for … let‘s just say ‚a while‘ now. it was such a natural pull towards each other, that came with being the ranchers daughter and the cowboy, that worked to break in your father’s horses. the cowboy that wanted to break you in too…

oh Percy was a lost cause.

his hips bucked when your lips wrapped tighter, and his tip disappeared completely from view. „you‘re killing me…“

the flushed mushroom head left your mouth with a soft ‚pop‘, and the cowboy couldn’t help but smile slightly when you sat upwards again and tried to chase his lips with yours like you needed him to breathe. but you hesitated, knowing that not every guy was eager to taste himself in such a way.

but Percy didn’t know ‚gross‘, so his fingers tugged you closer, still wrapped around your hair. in a way he was coaxing you, smiling still, when your soft warm lips finally landed on his.

the boy always kissed you like he was trying to drown himself in you ! the taste just so uniquely sweet, that the mere thought of parting from it was making him kiss you even deeper, with his tongue sliding through your parted lips like he was actively trying to find himself in there. chasing the taste of how you‘d just worked on him…

„Perce…“ oh he wanted to eat you. the noises, your smell, it was all making him feel fuzzy. it amazed him how he could coax out the prettiest moans from you from simply just kissing. how? he would never know, but he relished in it.

„you don‘t-,“ his lips opened with a little grunt, feeling your fingers wrap around his still very hard one with … one purpose only. „you don‘t have to sweetheart. s‘ fine…“

but you wanted to, didn’t you? your eyes staring at him with a pout was enough to convince him so. and who was he to deny his bosses sweet daughter.

the air quickly turned stuffy when your fingers glided over his flushed tip, up and down, circling the spots that mattered. and Percy could only watch … his shirt now bunched upwards, stuffed in his mouth so he wouldn’t let out noises that were too loud, and enough in volume to be heard. god knows he was prone to get stuck in predicaments. and the cowboy certainly did not want your father to see him getting turned to much by his daughter.

and he whined, god, he wanted to come apart so badly ! so, so badly, that a mere glance to your face, and the way you were so adorably focused on making him cum, was enough to have him push into your hand „m‘ fuck…“

Percy heard the morning birds chirp when he fell apart…, his body heaving with the intensity of leaving milky ropes all over your hand and the car seat.

and when he finally came down, he was all gentle, grabbing tissues to clean your hand, rubbing circles into your skin and kissing it too ! it had you stare in admiration, knowing that if anyone on this earth were to treat you right, it was him.

„don‘ go looking at me like that,“ his voice was so hoarse. much like when he‘d spent a rough day at the ranch, barking words at horses that did not want to cooperate with him.

and you smiled, and Percy couldn’t help but mirror that expression, before his lips gently grazed yours again. in a way, it was like a ‚thank you‘…

„maybe you should wash your hands, ya know. before it get‘s all gross and crusty…“

„Percy!“ „jus‘ saying.“

oh what an idiot.

[luca-the-gremlin]

Something I fucking hate that I see a lot of in the DC fandom is people blaming the way other fans interact with the characters and fanon in general for shitty comics.

Policing the way other people enjoy media is always cringe, but it makes me especially mad when fans start blaming other fans for the actions of DC writers. Be angry at the people in the multi million dollar corporation writing bad stories and characterisations. Not the fans simply having fun with fanfics, fanart etc.

"Fanon has done irreparable damage to Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake/other character" NO. FANON HAS DONE NOTHING. THE WRITERS HAVE DONE THE DAMAGE. DC HAS DONE THE DAMAGE.

Hating on other fans of the same media is so fucking stupid. If you don‘t want to see their interpretations or whatever then use the block function liberally or just scroll past.

[gwenyn28]

It has been two days now and I had a lot of time to think about the whole discourse that happened especially yesterday. I was also able to talk things through with a friend. So here, have my thoughts on that discourse and the show in general.

In my opinion the whole discourse started because of Eddie not being in the episode at all. I think we all can agree on that, right? But actually, I also think that the problem runs a lot deeper. It might have been Eddie this time while the source of this whole discourse lies somewhere else.

We need to acknowledge one thing before diving into this. And that is that this show isn‘t high peak media. It is our „silly little wee woo show“. And we should treat it like that, first and foremost. Knowing about its flaws and how they often handle stuff not properly or how it should have been done. But we still love it, right? That is what we‘re here for.

So. With this out of the way… You can love something and still criticize it. There is no „go big or go home“ here. I can‘t speak for everyone but most of the people I saw on my timeline, speaking for the „Eddie side“ were like this: „I loved the episode. The emergency was great, the acting was amazing. I am excited for the second part. Even though it would have been nice to have Eddie included somehow.“ In the first place, most people acknowledged that it would have made no sense to put him into the emergency itself because he is still in Texas. But there could have been other ways like a facetime call during the first few minutes when we had the unrelated Batheny, Madney and HenRen scene. People complaining about him not being in the emergency? That was added later on, after the whole thing already escalated into a „everyone against everyone“ monster.

I don‘t want to blame any „side“ with „but you started it“. No. For me, that would be the wrong approach. Yes, the topic with Eddie still stands. But actually, it runs deeper in a way that this show has lost one essential part in general lately. This time the discourse started with Eddie but to be honest, it is lacking the familial connections in general. Not only for Eddie. It feels as if all these characters/couples just coexist in the same universe without having any deeper connection. It‘s mostly an outsider brought in to give them a story.

Ortiz was a threat to Mara and HenRen adopting her. Gerrard was the new Captain after Bobby quit that tormented the team. Brad was the obstacle that annoyed Bobby.

The question is: What about the sense of cohesiveness? The emergencies themselves might have gotten better this season, switching between serious and whimsical in a nice way. In the usual and well-known 911 way. But why are these emergencies not connected to the characters anymore? None of them really had a huge storyline that was really satisfying and left us „well fed“.

Hen‘s last bigger storyline was the adoption drama that revolved around the kids. Why not show her connection with Chim, especially since him and Maddie temporarily took care of Mara? This would have been perfect for some conflict between these two best friends that maybe could have lasted throughout a few episodes.

Chim‘s last real storyline was… the wedding? I am not sure, I really can‘t remember anything bigger happening to him even though he deserves it. That is why I am not unhappy about him being infected during this two parter (though I think that they could have gone with something else because… another disease? Really?). For the serial killer part the focus was more on Maddie.

Buck had a few storylines here and there and yes, the relationship was one with a bit more focus. But I think we all agree that they didn‘t do him justice at all with that. He hasn‘t even acknowledged his bisexuality yet. Instead he is floating around, having some minor spotlights here and there and that‘s it. He wasn‘t even shown after that kind of „big“ reveal about „Would it be that crazy to be in love with Eddie?“. These feelings haven‘t been explored yet. On the contrary. It felt as if the seed was planted… but someone forgot to water that plant now.

Bobby had more storylines, yes. But that is all. The amount is different. But there was no complexity and well thought-through plot. Stuff was made up for him but then changed halfway and switched and got twisted until we had weird things that made no sense (the cartel in season 7). Why did he even forgive his mother that fast? It was resolved in one episode. While he started angry and distant (relatable) he forgave her all of a sudden just because she has cancer now. Everything is roses and bubbles. Wow. Or what about the Brad thing? Yes, I know a lot of people have problems with the Hotshots storyline. Because it was not used to its full extent. It would have been amazing (and a lot of people were anticipating it) to parallel the Hotshots episodes and filming to the real life 118 stuff. It was there - rebar guy, the lightning scene… But it went absolutely unused. And instead of a fun little nod towards a 118 meta it was just annoying that Brad got that much focus (not to shit on the actor because he is sweet and well-loved by the cast and crew).

Athena‘s last bigger thing I can remember was the cart cop and the rookie who shot a woman. We know that they love the copaganda life. But why does nobody talk about another rookie now? The episode ended with her acknowledging that it might be the right thing to take a step back (paraphrasing it). But nobody has heard something about it ever since.

And last but not least, Eddie. The source of the whole discourse this time. I get it that a lot of people (me included) are not satisfied with how his storyline was treated these past two seasons. It felt sidelined that after the whole Kim debacle at the end of season 7 it took them six episode to address the „missing joy“ and how much it influenced him not being with Chris. As if they took six episodes and were „oh, damn, we forgot that he has a son in Texas who left. Quick, let‘s whip something up.“ Therefore the dance scene. We might have gotten two episodes now with the Texas arc but… since it has been a while that season 7 ended it feels as if, again, they just remembered that they should do something to wrap up this storyline.

So, let‘s be honest. Like I said. We know that this show isn‘t the best. But we still love it. Mostly because of that feeling the show gives us. How we get emotional. But lately, the emotions were more about fandom stuff than about the episodes. I liked most of them but they somehow felt off. The glue that keeps the 118 family together is missing more and more lately. They act less like a family and more like co-workers. And that feels wrong on so many levels.

And now to episode 14. The first part of the Contagion plot. Let‘s ignore the random scenes in the beginning and focus mainly on the lab accident. The acting was amazing and everything felt good and was exciting. And, let‘s admit it… with how the team stormed into the lab to get that fire under control? The explosion? Hen injured (she was really overdue for an NDE)? Chim infected? Buck in panic that he might loose his team? Maddie devastated because she can‘t do a thing at dispatch? Bobby feeling responsible for his team in that shitty situation? Athena on the outside not able to help her husband? And Ravi somehow finally admitting that he is part of the team, part of the family?

That is what people were waiting for. At least for a bit coming back to the familial connection. They are a team. A family. To say it with Eddie‘s words „That‘s what the 118 is, the family we chose“. But unfortunately he was not a part of the family this time. While everyone else was finally for this one episode (and probably the next) back to the deep rooted bond they share, that they would do everything for the others because they love them and care for each other… he was missing. The family had an Eddie shaped hole the show didn‘t acknowledge.

I don‘t mind that the characters haven‘t acknowledged it. It‘s been… what… an hour? Since the accident happened. No time to call him or inform him yet. But the show could have acknowledged him. With the aforementioned scenes with all the other couples in the beginning. To acknowledge him being there, him still being a part of that family even though there are hundreds of miles between them. The facetime call I was talking about for example.

So, I don‘t want to parrot what has been said so many times over these past probably 48 hours. I am not here to discuss these things again. And while I might have talked a lot about Eddie myself in that time, I think I made it clear that while he is my favorite and that‘s why I talk about him a lot… I can still see the bigger picture. And the actual issues that the show has.

I get it when people say that we should accept the things for „it is what it is.“ And mostly? We do. We accept it. Because we can‘t change it. If we don’t like something, we can always resort to fanfic. But what we can also do is talk about it. And hope and wish for better storytelling for ALL the characters. Because, like I said before, the show is lacking cohesiveness. It feels as if they have a huge pile of boxes and every character is in one of these boxes (in Eddie‘s case it‘s probably a closet xD).

And they have an idea about a story and then pull over one box to use that character to interact with outsiders who create conflict or give them a story while all the other boxes mostly stay closed and untouched. Why not mix the boxes? Why not have them interact more? What about Hen‘s and Chim‘s friendship? What about Buck‘s and Bobby‘s father-son-relationship? What about Athena and Hen? Eddie and Bobby? But all that is pushed aside for side characters or stories that look good on the board.

It wouldn‘t be such a huge problem if these stories would be well-rounded and thought through. But instead of this they lack a lot of connection and since often a lot more is filmed but cut we feel like we‘re missing essential parts in that plot and get confused how this got resolved in the end. Like the story about Bobby‘s mother, for example, who gained forgiveness after years of neglect just because she is sick now. Did we miss something on the way to that?

I know that has been a lot to read now and I am not sure who is still with me but… let‘s sum this up. We might talk and theorize about the show a lot. And that is a good thing. And we‘re all united in the love we have for this show and the characters. But we also should acknowledge that the show is lacking a lot in storytelling lately and that people do and are allowed to talk about that. How disappointed they are in a certain storyline. How something got resolved. How a certain character is treated. That is not hating on the show. It is just an exchange in opinions.

In the end, that is what fandom is there for. Imagine how boring it would be if we‘d all agree after every episode that this was „10/10“ and „amazing“… and then we have nothing to talk about anymore after listing the great things we saw on screen. Imagine we had all the same theories after one bts or still. Wouldn‘t that be boring real quick? „This still could mean that XY happens. - Yeah, you‘re right.“ The fandom would be really… uninteresting, wouldn‘t it?

Fandoms live because of discourse, different ideas, theories and opinions. It‘s okay to voice them in a respectful way, without insulting each other, hating each other or jumping someone‘s throat just because you disagree. I mean… „agree to disagree“ is still a thing, right?

Also, I understand that our nerves are raw. These past months have been hard because of a certain group of people that has constantly attacked and harassed people. So, most of us are probably very quick to get defensive or protective. Because of what has happened over the span of these last weeks and months.

But let‘s not forget that actually we‘re on the same „ship“, on the same side. We should not attack each other because someone has a different thought or theory. If you disagree either talk about it in a respectful way (you might learn a complete new point of view you haven‘t thought about before) or just scroll past it. Don‘t try to act like other people‘s opinions and views are wrong, don‘t invalidate them. Because we shouldn‘t forget that also people‘s own experiences might play a part how some people interpret a certain situation.

So, instead of jumping each other let‘s agree that this is our „silly little wee woo show with flaws“ and that it could be better concerning the character development and cohesiveness for all of them even though some people might just talk about one character in particular but think and care about all of them. Let‘s stop policing what others should think or post. Instead we should unite to enjoy the show together that has a few episodes left this season and is renewed for another one so that we have another year with these beloved characters. Let‘s hope that the writing will get better and unless it does, that people will talk about it.

Because in the end, we‘re here for the same thing, right?

[autisticrosewilson]

“Why didn’t you call me.” It’s not a question. Dick’s voice is frigid.

Bruce exhales. “Nightwing…”

“No. I’m not talking to Batman, I’m asking Bruce why he didn’t call me. My little brother is dead!”

“You were in space.” Bruce finally turns around to look at Dick. His face is haggard and he has large bags under his eyes. “The mission—”

Dick laughs bitterly, stepping forward and jabbing a finger in Bruce’s chest. “I don’t give a fuck about the mission. You had his funeral without me. You buried my little brother and I wasn’t there! And neither were any of his friends!”

“I don‘t—”

“And why the hell is there some new kid running around dressed as Robin?”

“Tim is—”

“I don’t care who he is! I care that you’ve stuffed another kid in that suit! Into my colors. The colors I gave to my little brother. The colors that got him killed.”

“Jason was reckless!” Bruce snaps. “I’m going to train Tim better, he won’t fail like that.”

Dick stiffens.

“I’m *sorry,* what did you just say?”

He repeats himself. “Jason was reckless. Tim will be better”

“How dare you.” Dick hisses, stepping closer to Bruce. “How dare you. Jason wasn’t reckless! He called me, did you know that? Left a voicemail. He ran because you benched him. He thought being your son was contingent on him being your Robin.”

Bruce’s face goes ashen. “Dick—”

“No. I can’t even look at you right now. And I think you’re making a mistake with the new Robin, but I can’t stop you can I? Even though that’s my name. Does Batman ever consider the feelings of others? Of course not!”

Dick turns around to leave, but before he takes more than a few steps something catches his eye.

“What’s that.” His voice is almost silent as he walks forward, stopping in front of the glass case.

“Dick—”

“A good soldier. A good soldier.”

Dick turns back to face Bruce, face unreadable.

“Is that really how you see us? Soldiers in your crusade against crime? Is that all we are? What happened to being your sons?”

Bruce opens his mouth, but gets cut off.

“No, no, soldiers are disposable aren’t they? You can cut us off when we disagree, you don’t have to mourn us when you get us killed.

CRACK

Bruce backhands him.

Dick laughs and spits blood at his feet, ears ringing.

“Don’t you dare blame me for Jason’s death!”

“No? You were the one that made him your soldier. My brother is dead because of you.”

Dick turns on his heel and marches towards the exit of the cave. “Don’t call me unless the world is ending. In fact don’t call me even then. Have Diana call Donna. And don’t even think about sending the little cuckoo bird to train with the Titans.”

(I know Tim does temporarily end up with the Titans for a bit but that last line wrote itself)

Somewhere on the other side of the city, John Doe lays numbly in a hospital bed. Through the window he catches a glimpse of black and blue, bouncing and flipping, backlit by rolling thunder. He tries to yell, he thrashes in the hold of the wires piercing his skin, but his collapsed vocal cords let no sound escape.

When the nurses come rushing in, one of them is different. She is not a blurry face barely separate from the background, she is soft eyes and rough hands and a familiar accent. He doesn't understand all the words, but she says "safe" and "home" and he believes her. She calls him Jason and it's so foreign he almost doesn't recognize it.

[difficultdomains]

i‘m drunk and at a party rn but hEAR ME tf out cause all i can coherently think about rn is going to a party with geto.

even tho you arrive together, you‘re quickly pulled apart in different directions because there are just too many people you haven‘t seen in a while, too many new faces to meet and befriend.

you bump into each other occasionally, sneaking glances and smiles or even a fleeting hand on your waist as he squeezes past you through the crowd with his friends. you wink at him once from across the room and he swears he can instantly feel the heat creeping down his cheekbones (he’ll blame it on the whiskey highball he‘s drinking tho if anyone is quick enough to notice).

and when the night slowly starts fizzling out, your alcohol-fueled elation mellows down and your social battery comes dangerously close to being depleted, you know exactly where to find him. sprawled out on a couch in a slightly calmer area, thighs parted and relaxed, one arm resting lazily on the backrest. you can‘t help the heart eyes you shoot him when you spot him sitting there, with a couple more stray hairs having escaped his half-up half-down hairdo. he pats his thigh when you approach and you are quick to oblige, pulling him closer to whisper „you ready to leave?“ in his ear, your question being immediately met with enthusiastic nods.

he insists on the both of you saying your goodbyes to everyone, too polite to pull an irish exit on your friends. and when you‘re done, you stumble out into the cold, catching an uber home.

it doesn‘t take long until you fall into bed together, hair untied and skincare done, tangled up in the sheets you giggle and laugh inbetween kisses and recollections of the night‘s events. when you tell him how you saw one of the guys fall asleep during some random drinking game, a laugh so sweet escapes him, it makes you wish you could hear it again and again and again.

it also doesn‘t take long until your words run dry and your lightweight kisses sharpen into nips and bites, the flush on your faces no longer just caused by the residual alcohol coursing through your veins but rather by the precise, well-rehearsed motions of your hands. one slow pull here, one lazy push there and finally the fabric of his sweats and your sleep shorts is no longer separating you from each other. the pace he sets is slow, languid, bordering on sleepy - eyelids heavy from exhaustion and pleasure. your nails dig into the soft shirt he‘s still wearing, gasps and pants intermingling between your lips until the tension you‘re both feeling builds and snaps like a rubber band.

after that, you don‘t just fall asleep, you black out, body heat ramped up enough for your sheets to be crumpled and hanging down the edge of the bed instead of wrapped around the both of you.

a/n: i am no longer drunk or at that party lmao but i found this in my drafts this morning - so to honour drunk me‘s dedication to sitting in a corner for 10 mins and writing this down, i‘m posting it in its og form

[tys-kitty]

Imagine a scene after battle (in pouring rain ofc) where Kit and Ty finally talk about their feelings and it goes like this:

Ty *whispering*: You told me you loved me that night

Kit *shaking his head*: I shouldn‘t have-

Ty: Please, don‘t tell me you didn’t mean it.

Ty taking a step closer towards Kit

Ty: Not after I spent all those years thinking about that night and how much I regret not saying-

Kit taking Ty‘s fluttering hand in his and intertwining their hands

Kit *haltingly*: What I meant to say was I - I shouldn’t have said it that night. It wasn‘t fair to you and I spent all these three years regretting the way things played out. But I never regretted telling you the way I felt, even when I tried so hard to blame you for what happened.

Ty: Kit, I-

Kit: But we‘re both to blame, I realize that now. And I said so many things that night I didn‘t mean. You aren‘t selfish - you are one of the most generous people I know. And I could never regret meeting you, Tiberius Blackthorn, just as I could never regret loving you.

[bravo4iscool]

i‘ve been asked to give this little ‚false signs‘ thing a happy ending and while i believe that i can‘t do that since this piece of work from me is a little too personal and based on real events (lol) i want to give you a kind of ‚ending‘ nevertheless.

people i thought might want to be tagged - @samthereader1 @alittlejudgemental @lilliumrorum

(masterlist | false signs masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

it was the evening of the marine ball and well, you weren‘t going. you decided so the very second simon told you he‘s got someone else. perhaps it was childish but he hurt your feelings and you couldn‘t just ignore the way your heart shattered to pieces.

so, you sat in front of your tv, watching the lastest season of bridgerton (please don‘t blame me guys, i‘m OBSESSED with this series😭) and nibbling at a bottle of water. it was safe to say that you were surprised when there was a knock on your door.

you scrambled to your feet and walked over to your door, opening it. „simon,“ your hand tightens around your door knob, your knuckles turning white. „what are you doing here?“

„‘taking you t‘the ball,“ he simply says with a slightly tilted head. „why‘re y’not ready?“ he wants to know, pushing himself past you into your flat. he turns around, eying you. „get ready.“

you stare at him for a second before you close the door. „no.“

„what ‘no‘?“ he frowns.

you plant your hands on your hips „i said no, simon.“

„but why?“

„because i am tired of being the second choice, alright?“ you try not to spit it into his face, balling your hands into fists beside you. „i don‘t want your pity simon! i don‘t want to only be considered because you feel guilty!“ you take a deep breath and try to calm down.

he searches for your eyes and takes a step in your direction. „you‘re not-“ he starts but you raise your hands to stop him.

„don‘t try to talk yourself out of it now. you‘re making it worse. i‘ve accepted the fact that i won‘t be someone’s number one but i don‘t need a constant reminder of it. you wouldn‘t have thought of me if i hadn‘t mentioned it at all, i want it to stay that way. just leave me alone, okay?“

he doesn‘t want to leave you alone. he wants to- he doesn‘t know what he wants…

„but-“

you sigh and massage the bridge of your nose. „leave simon, please. take her to the ball and be happy. i‘m fine.“ you know you‘re lying to yourself but you always have done it, no? lying to yourself, manipulating yourself… it‘s all you know.

he doesn‘t know what to say at that. he keeps still and eyes you. he knows he fucked up; he can see it your eyes and he hates himself for it.

„i‘m sorry,“ he says before he strides over to you to take you in his arms. „‘m sorry…“

you relax into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. „don‘t be. it‘s…alright.“

[wannaeatramyeon]

Helloooo I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! I always look forward to your posts, they just make my day! When I‘m feeling down they cheer me up and when I‘m in high spirits they make me even happier. So keep up the good work :3

Btw I‘d also like to request the Lookism boys reacting to them accidentically hurting their S/O (especially Jake and Goo, I just love them) 🥹

If you don‘t want to it’s fine! I also just wanted to tell you I really appreciate your writing🫶🏻 Thx!

~Your fan

Hi Anon! SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I know it's been a while. Thank you so much for your kind words omg 🥹 your words are also a wonderful pickmeup for me too. I will work harder to keep making the most of this fixation with these silly boys 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ And don't worry, as long as I keep putting out bullshit for Lookism, there will always be some Jake and Goo cos they are my faaaaaves.

Accidentally hurting S/O: Goo, Jake, Gun, Samuel, Vin

Neither of you ever go full force in your spars together. The intent was to improve, not maim.

However, seeing a gap in your defensive stance, their right fist jabs out. Quick as lightning, hitting you in the ribcage.

Which you usually would be able to tank, except.

Fucking liver shot.

All your focus and drive is knocked out with that one hit. You're breathless, trying desperately to stay standing-

Goo x Reader

"Princess?"

Goo raises his eyebrows, a smirk gracing his features. It's not the first time you've manipulated him and then punched him as soon as he was within reach. No chance is he falling for it again.

At the sound of your whimpers, and pathetic sight of you head down, clutching your side, Goo finally backs down.

Surely he didn't hit you that hard, right? He thought you were much sturdier than that especially with all the trash talk coming out of your mouth.

"Cupcake, you ok?" The mirth isn't entirely gone from his voice, but he tilts your face up towards him and gasps at the tears in your eyes.

"My little baby! Did I hurt you?" his fingers come up to wipe the tears from your cheeks, "I didn't know you were so weak. Such a delicate little flower, my buttercup. I didn't even try, and you couldn't withstand that? My sweet darling."

Your tears dry quickly when you hear his words. More gloating than concern. "You asshole, that was a cheap shot."

"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, sweetheart."

"Asshole," you repeat as he cackles like a hyena.

"C'mon," Goo gives you a loud obnoxious smooch on the forehead for your troubles, "Let your Goo bear look after you today."

Jake Kim x Reader

Jake realised the impact before you did. Already too late for his fist to change course and resulting in your face crumpling up in pain.

"Shit!" his hands come up, gingerly assessing the area and eyes frantically searching yours, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"No," you squeak out and Jake has never felt such panic before. Is that his life flashing before his eyes?

And then when your eyes well up with tears, lip starting to quiver, Jake feels his soul departing his body.

Shitshitshit-

The apologies tumble out.

Of course, you can't blame him. Accidents are a natural byproduct of sparring. Jake suffered a sprained ankle not too long ago, and you still can't bend your left middle finger fully.

You regain your breath as his hands rove all over to check for any other injuries. Needing to touch you and feel that you're still fine.

"Jake?" You interrupt his worried movements.

"Hmm?"

Probably an inopportune moment, yet even through the pain, it warms your heart seeing how much Jake cares about you. "Love you."

Oh. Jake wasn't expecting that. That's what you give him after a liver shot? You really are too adorable for words.

With a soft smile, he tells you he loves you too.

Gun Park x Reader

Clearly unimpressed, Gun watches you.

With anyone else, he would have called them pathetic, worthless and a waste of his time.

But with you, it's not time wasted. He would rather be with you, than not at all. Which he finds difficult to admit. That fact at complete odds with his drive and his self. A personal weakness he is willing to overlook.

From the offset, Gun could see there was zero possibility of you becoming his masterpiece. Simply put, you didn't have the body nor talent nor skill. When you first asked him to start sparring with you though, he acquiesced. Frankly, has he ever even said no to you.

You chance a peek at your boyfriend. Already you are expecting a look of disappointment, instead you see his retreating back, leaving you alone.

Tears spring to your eyes and you drop your head in shame. Damn, this hurts. You're no match for Gun, no match for most people really. Still, you've been trying to improve.

As you wallow, a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders. In the blink of an eye, Gun hoists you into an effortless bridal carry, calling you an idiot.

You know his words have no bite, his actions speak far louder.

Arms wrapping around his neck, the pain subsides as you nuzzle him.

Samuel Seo x Reader

Samuel feels it in his superiority complex first, always bubbling away and too deeply ingrained for anything else.

Incapacitating an opponent, dominating them, proving that he is better.

Followed quickly by fuck. This isn't an opponent. Not really. It's you.

"Y/N?" he holds you by the shoulders and you lean into it, your legs too weak to hold you up.

Samuel's eyes cloud with worry when you let out a feeble groan.

"Come on," he picks you up, maneuvering you into a fireman's lift with grace and you with anything but. Ass in the air, hair flopping down, still feeling waves of pain.

Samuel faintly recalls his packed calendar for the rest of his day. Meetings upon meetings. Calls and face-to-faces with vendors and investors and corporate fucks who can barely form a thought between them without a brainstorming meeting and a presentation.

"Ughhh Sammy I feel like shit," you gurgle from behind him, and that is all it takes for him to wipe his schedule clean.

None of it matters.

He'll be spending the rest of the day with you instead.

Vin Jin x Reader

Vin nudges you with his foot, "Get up."

In the end, your legs had crumpled beneath you until you're flat on the floor, hands clutched to your throbbing side.

At your lack of response, Vin tries again. "Get up you pussy."

Vin is Vin. An asshole to the end.

"Go away," your voice is weak, barely reaching his ears.

He squats down and squints through his shades, trying to get a closer look at what the hell is wrong with you. He barely even touched you.

"Yeesh, are you really this weak? You're no fun."

You can't bring yourself to say anything to that, just throwing a glare at him. So venomous that you hope it penetrates those stupid sunglasses and into his soul.

"Whatever, if this is what we're doing now." As if he wasn't the cause of your predicament, Vin lets out a melodramatic sigh and lies down beside you.

"You're such a loser," he says, even as he shuffles close, carefully positioning your head on his shoulder and pulling your body to his.

[circinir]

As I said yesterday, I sent some of my favorite photos in the homework. These parts of the text are all written according to the translator. Don‘t blame me. This homework is called ”Death Anxiety“. I haven’t learned to draw. I just draw according to instinct, so don‘t be too harsh on me, okay?

[skipper1331]

Tell and show the world // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy:D

"Lina" you said as you stood behind the kitchen counter, chopping the vegetables for dinner. "Ja, liebe?" the brunette asked, eyes looking away from her laptop screen. "I‘ve been thinking…" you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy, cheeks slowly turning red, "what‘s wrong?" the german was immediately by your side, "stop the chopping, baby" her fingers laced with your own as she turned you around. When you didn‘t answer her, her hands cupped your cheeks while you started playing with your wedding ring. "When are you going to tell the world about us?" you mumbled, shy, afraid. She seemed confused, jaw tense, eyes that asked many questions. You never had a problem keeping your relationship secret or private. Lina did not tape her ring nor did she wear it during games or ever mentioned that she was in a commited relationship. Her private life was private. Where did the change of heart come from?

"Lately, umm" your voice was shaking - you didn‘t know why, you knew that Lina loved you, she was your wife but something was making you nervous. "Comments. The comments under your posts are getting worse. And- and these ship videos with G, I don’t like them. I like G, don‘t get me wrong, she’s awesome but-" you rambled on about the thirsty comments under her instagram posts, the ship edits you had on your for you page and your hurt feelings. In no way, you were mad at Lina, just hurt with the whole situation. "Hey, hey" the bayern munich player pulled you close, her hands firmly resting on their usual place around your waist while your head hit her shoulder with a quiet thud, "my love, look at me" she demanded softly. With tears in your eyes you looked in to the orbs you‘d loved for so long, "Is that what has been bothering you the last few days?" one of her hands cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears that spilled. You didn't want to admit it, it still hurt you a lot and seeing her do nothing about it was just another little stab in your heart. You knew she didn't read most of the comments except those from her friends and family, so you couldn't blame her - you didn't even want too. Your heart just stung.

In respond, you nodded, biting your lower lip to contain yourself, "Stop crying, please" the germans heart ached at sight in front of her, the way your body shook as the tears ran down your cheeks, "i would tell the world in a heartbeat, liebe."

Your eyes grew wide, only a sniffle coming from your throat, "really?"

"100%"

You chuckled at the determined look the midfielder had on her face, "do you want me to post something on instagram or a tweet or what? Tell me, baby, I‘ll do it" she pressed multiple kisses over your face, a nose scrunch in reply as you giggled along. "You‘re my wife and I love you, okay? I would tell every person in the world myself If that‘s what makes you happy"

-

Match day.

Champions league semi final.

Bayern Munich vs Chelsea.

Lina was sitting at the press conference table with Alexander Straus as media teams were behind the cameras, many with notes and a mic in their hand.

"Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen?" an older man asked Alex and Lina, both sharing a look. With a tilt of his head the Bayern coach asked the midfielder If she wanted to answer or If he should - he answered. He told the interviewer, "From goalkeeper to striker, the most diverse talents have met - Guro Reiten, Sam Kerr, Millie Bright and so on - pooled together and formed a high class team. They are very good but not unbeatable. That's what we're trying to show today."

There were some more questions which Lina and Alexander answered before the last question before the game was asked.

"Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen?"

"Der Titel" she chuckled, "Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jede für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen"

The whole room inhaled sharply - wife?! Why didn't anyone know that? Alexander had a smile on his face, of course he knew about you, all the Bayern people knew about you and they loved you - you were great.

Only then did everyone notice the ring the german was wearing on her finger; it was simple yet beautiful - it suited her.

Tell the media she had a wife? check.

Lina loved the faces she saw behind the cameras, there were shocked ones - jaw to floor, there were confused ones - huh? Did she say wife? and there were happy faces.

-

Sitting in the stands next to Sydney‘s mum you saw the girls walking out of the tunnel. The Allianz Arena was sold out, red shirts everywhere. Even the mens team came to support the girls - a rare sight.

It was just wow. The girls played their hearts and showed their talent. It didn‘t matter that Chelsea got on the score line first, Erin Cuthbert with the header.

Bayern was eager and hungry.

After the first 20 minutes, Bayern played better than their best. Pernille Harder scored the equalizer, she didn‘t celebrate though, she turned to the few Chelsea fans, raised her hand a little and apologized silently. The Blues were her home and family once and still are, even If she doesn‘t play for them anymore.

Georgia was the next to score a banger - outside the box. It was beautiful, AKB had no chance. The stadium went crazy.

Last but not least, was the third goal of the game. The game had built up from Grohs, the Bayern keeper. The girls played a Tiki Taka, the opponents could only watch the ball, there was no chance of taking it. Bühl then converted it to 3-1, the ball slipping past her national team mates fingertips.

When the whistle blew, the stadium got louder and louder, fans were signing chants as they jumped around to celebrate.

When everyone finished shaking their opponents and talked to their friends, the girls swarmed out to sign jerseys and to take pictures. Lina though, she had only one goal in mind. She wanted to see you. You were often at the Bayern games but never in a jersey or at least never in a jersey with 'Magull' on the back of it.

Not until now, this morning the german had told to wear her jersey later, she was very clear with her demand.

"Hi, my love" she whispered after she had jumped over the barrier, her arms going around your waist. Your smile was brigther than the sky while you cupped her cheeks, proud of your wife and her team, "Baby! That was amazing!" The brunette just grinned at you, loving the big wide smile that covered your face. Shortly after your said words your arms looped around her neck, your head on her shoulder as you hugged her dearly. Her own head was hidden in your neck as she pressed soft kisses to it.

First kiss: i‘m so happy.

Second kiss: thank you for being here.

third kiss: i love you.

the multiple kisses after: wow!!

Many eyes and cameras were on you, multiple people taking pictures of the two of you. Yet it didn‘t matter, your heart fluttered at the sight of your wife, the way she interacted with you in front of the fans. Normally it was the bare minimum but not now, she had accepted the concerns you told her about and implemented your wishes, your request. She would do anything, absolutely anything, for you.

And If it wasn‘t clear enough, the kiss on your lips was. She gave you a passionate yet gentle and appropriate one, it was like in the movies; your hands resting on her neck, her own hands placed on your hips as she leant forwads, yourself leaning backwards in return. Lina felt euphoric, like she was high. High on love, high with happiness, high with everything.

-

It was safe to say, Lina‘s announcement at the press conference went viral, multiple clips across the internet. As well as various edits of the scene in the stadium.

The german international broke the internet, yet it wasn‘t enough for her.

She had announced it to the media, she had demonstrated the fans and she was about to show the world.

linamagull

stanwaygeorgia and 36.047 thousand others

linamagull ❤️

it was that simple. 4 pictures with more or less the same gesture. You in her arms, just with a different view. The pictures were taken over the years, they still gave you enough privacy but a clear statement was made: Lina Magull was happily married.

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translation:

Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen? - Chelsea are a strong opponent, do you think you can win against such a strong team?

Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen - Next question for Lina Magull: What motivates the team and you personally to win today

Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jeder für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen - We are all motivated and very interested in taking the trophy home and the semi-final is a step in the right direction. At the end of the day, everyone fights for the team and has their own person to fight for, it varies from player to player. For me, for example, it is my wife. I step on the pitch today - always - to impress my wife and see her bright smile in the evening.

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[jacquesthepigeon]

Saw a post yesterday arguing that the reason LB calls upon CN in the Sublime episode because she needs constant praise or whatever and she „trained“ Chat to constantly praise her whereas orher heroes like Alya would call her out. I don‘t remember everything but it doesn‘t matter because the point I‘m trying to make is that LB truly can‘t win. If she doesn‘t ask Chat to join her she‘s neglecting him but when she does it‘s suddenly for purely selfish reasons (and honestly the post felt a lot like accusing LB of emotionally manipulating Chat, idk it was weird)

(Also sorry for vague posting I just wanted to get this out)

(I encourage vagueposting ur good)

Legit the hoops some people will jump through to make males out to be a female’s victim no matter what is insane

What I’m about to mention is obviously a significantly more serious real world issue but it vaguely reminds me of the bodycam footage from before Gabby Petito was murdered. They received a call about the Trash repeatedly slapping her in the face, stopped them and noticed significant bruises on her, but bc the Trash had a couple of scratches and a very clearly distressed and gaslit Gabby blamed herself and her OCD, the trash was set up at a shelter for domestic abuse victims while she was left on her own with the car.

The scale is clearly different but it’s the same bs mentality where men are given grace no matter what while every action a woman takes is harshly scrutinized under a microscope and interpreted in the worst possible light

I’m tired

[desperate-daydream]

☂️ Umbrella Academy

❀ Five Hargreeves x male reader ⚣︎

A/N: @fandomz-brainrot you asked and here it is: the part two of "Together, we will save the world"

tags/warnings: meet the sibs, set in season 1 still, reader basically insults the sibs, I changed it a bit what happened etc., top/protective reader

Together, we will save the world pt. 2

The boy - who had finally told you that he was called Five - really didn‘t let go of your hand. And that was good because you would‘ve probably walked on the street without noticing while you listened to a summary of how he got here.

It blew your mind. And then you remembered having seen some of the old comics about the umbrella academy not even long ago. The boy you found cute was basically a superhero. 

He just finished with the story when you arrived at an expensive looking house with a fence and double doors. Five dragged you inside and the first thing you noticed was the staircase - plus a damn chandelier.

„Wow.“ It was the first thing you said since he had taken your hand.

„Precisely, yes“, sadly he let go of your hand as he said that.

„Five?“, a man‘s voice called from.. somewhere in this house.

„Yes!“, he looked annoyed already.

And suddenly you were met with several people - adults around thirty. „Five, where were you?“, one of them stepped closer to take a look at him worriedly, „Are you okay?“

„I‘m alright, Viktor“, he moved his head away from his outreached hand. Then he noticed you. While he had asked, the others had come closer too and noticed you as well.

A man in all black looked at you suspiciously. „Who‘s this?“ He pointed a small knife at you which creeped you out only a little bit. 

Five sighed. „Put the damn knife down, Diego. This is (Y/N), he saved my life.“

Then he looked at you again. “(Y/N), these are my siblings. Viktor, Diego, Klaus, Allison and Luther.“ He pointed at each of them while he said their names.

You did a small nod and an „Hi“ escaped your mouth. Viktor and the guy called Klaus (if you remembered right) were the only ones who smiled back at you. The others were still wary of you. 

„Okay, but what happened?“, the tall woman - Allison - asked, „He saved your life?“

„Yes“, Five started walking and signaled for you to follow him. So you did. The others did too. „Remember the commission I told you about. The Handler sent some agents after me. I was on the run - and to be honest on the verge of passing out.“

You had reached the kitchen and Five went over to make a sandwich with peanut butter and marshmallows. Only then did you notice that you hadn’t eaten before you were almost shot earlier. You leaned on the counter as you watched him and crossed your arms.

Five continued. „He got me to calm down and recharge for a moment but then they showed up and long story short without him you‘d probably have to bury me now.“

He was almost finished doing his sandwich when you spoke up with a smirk on your face. „You‘re gonna eat that?“ 

„Yes, want one too?“, he looked at you as he bit into it.

„Honestly, yes.“ He shoved the ingredients over to you and you went to work.

Meanwhile his siblings started talking again. But you only listened halfway - it was majorly a lot of raised voices so it seemed like nothing too important. Instead you looked at Five. 

You noticed the small bruises on his face that probably went to cluster all over his body. His clothes were ripped and well.. not clean. And another thing you noticed was his habit of going through his hair which made it look really disheveled. 

Your mind wandered off to other reasons his hair could look like this involving you and a bed - or literally any place. But you quickly directed your mind back to the still arguing siblings. 

And then you noticed how Five‘s siblings gave him the fault for all of this chaos - which was absolutely not right. You spoke up with a frown on your face. 

„Hey, this really isn‘t fair and it‘s not true. Don‘t you dare go and blame the one person here who actually tries to do something against the shit happening right now. He came back to save your unthankful asses and doesn’t even get a single pause since then because you can‘t work together like you‘re still in elementary. Have you actually looked at him for once - he almost died today. And it won‘t get better if you keep on behaving like that because then he surely goes outside again to overwork himself even more.“ 

You turned away from his siblings and gently took his hand. Then you went for the door - on the way you grabbed the sandwich you hadn’t eaten yet. 

When you were out the door you still didn’t let go of him. „Where in this weird thing of a house is your room?“ 

He directed you to a room that could‘ve been anyone‘s because of the little to none personal belongings. But the walls were plastered with all kinds of mathematical equations that you couldn‘t understand at all. From what you had heard out of his telling earlier these were most likely his own. 

„Have your siblings always been like that?“, you looked around the room and then decided to sit down in a chair in front of the desk. 

„Well, we‘ve never really had some kind of sibling-bond I guess. The old man was focussed on training and educating us so we‘d be able to fight and be elite, not on making us feel loved or like a part of a real family.“, he shrugged his shoulders, „It‘s been like that for our whole life.. well, apparently until I vanished and the others ran away.“ 

For a long time you both said nothing. You ate your sandwich - that actually wasn’t so bad - and Five looked out the window. 

“What you thinking about?”, you asked.

“Why are you suspecting that I’m thinking about something specific right now?”, he still didn’t directly look at you but you noticed a quick look from the corner of his eyes. 

“Because you have a certain look on your face and - from my observations - you seem like a person with a non-stop brain.” 

“That’s.. quite right.” 

He finally looked at you and his dark brown eyes pierced into your own. You felt a shiver down your spine and stood up without even noticing at first. But you didn’t stop and the other boy didn’t seem like he wanted to stop you either so you went to sit closely next to him. Now you two looked out the window together. 

After some time - you honestly didn’t know how much - you felt Five’s head lay on your shoulder. First unsure and slowly, ready to draw back if needed, but when he noticed that you didn’t have anything against it he relaxed. 

You heard and felt the deep sigh that left him and his frame relaxed more and more against you. You took a deep breath before being brave and slowly putting your hand on his thigh. He tensed a little and you were already about to pull your hand back but then he put his own on yours to keep it where it was. As a last brave step, that almost made your heart burst, you put your head on top of his. 

You sat there basically snuggled against each other for a long while. 

(And if later, when his siblings came in to apologize, they saw you both quickly separate after almost falling asleep on each other, they didn’t say anything about it. They would however be secretly very interested in this developing relationship between their overworked brother and this one guy who gave him happiness, protected him and reminded him to take breaks.)

[fic-writer-confessions]

I feel guilty for comparing what I write, which is mostly whump, to other works. I guess it‘s mostly that I see works of other genres get more engagement, and I don‘t begrudge them of that. But I know that there must be some people that like what I like, and so far they don‘t seem to have found my works. Either that or they just read and leave to greener pastures.

I guess my guilt just comes from a mix of unfounded envy and the unfulfilled expectation that readers will kudos and comment on a fic they like, like I try to do. Of course, they don‘t owe me anything of the sort. But other works get more attention, and I don‘t know why. And I can‘t ask anywhere without feeling pathetic and whiny about it. And since the only difference I can see between my works and the majority of others in the fandom is the genre, I blame it on that. Which sucks, because I like what I do. I just don‘t understand why it goes mostly ignored, unlike others.

.

[tys-kitty]

As we‘ve already seen in QOAAD *side eye* Ty would do everything to save the people he loves. So my hot take is that this man is about to go absolutely feral once Kit‘s identity is revealed and he‘s endangered by the Faerie Court as well as the Princes of Hell.

*Don‘t blame me by Taylor Swift starts playing*