#don’t really care if you’re christian and offended by this

[sadbicth]

goddamn i fucking hate christians. genuinely one of the most insufferable groups of people on this planet.

[monoclesnapple]

Wan Kindergarten!Chuuya

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara & Gender Neutral Reader + Osamu Dazai X Reader

Beginning Note: Initially, I wanted to include all the scenarios that were thought of, but I decided to make them separate. So, there will be a continuation of this. @kiwibeanv helped a lot with the scenarios, especially the future ones I’ll do.

Word Count: 2191

(Fluff/Little Crack)

Background:

At some point, you had decided you wanted to take care of a human child, but you didn’t have a significant other and you didn’t really want to go through all the trouble of the process in making it.

So, you went to an adoption center and looked around at all the children there. All different ages, appearances, personalities, etc.

One child caught your eye, a ginger haired boy with big, blue eyes. He was so adorable, and he didn’t seem to be troublesome.

You did all the paperwork and whatever else needed to be done and now had an adopted son whose name was Chuuya.

Initially, he didn’t want anything to do with you, just locking himself up in his room that you’d prepared. He only left it for necessities, but sped back as soon as possible.

You didn’t have much hope in the beginning, but he eventually started to trust you. He would start eating at the dinner table, say good morning to you, sit in the living room for a while.

As more time passed, he was comfortable with you. Chuuya finally saw you as a parental figure, and you couldn’t be happier. All the waiting for him had paid off.

He was such a good kid. If he ever had to say hi to someone, he would greet them politely and introduce himself. He cleaned up after himself, he wasn’t always too loud, sometimes he would yell out, but he quickly calmed down.

Chuuya then reached the age of attending school, so before the year started, you took him shopping for clothes. The ones he had were a little worn and he could use a wardrobe change.

“How’s this one?” You held up a blue shirt with a sheep on it. He took a quick glance before shaking his head.

“I don’t like that one.”

You sighed and placed it back. Of all the options there were, he didn’t like any of them. You turned to him and asked, “Well, do you have an idea of what you’d like? We can look for it.”

Chuuya thought about it before looking up at you. “Something dark. I don’t like bright colors.” He looked at another shelf and pointed at it. “Like those!”

You looked where he pointed at and saw that the clothing were mainly black, gray, white, navy blue, and other dark neutral colors. You raised an eyebrow. “Those are church clothes.”

Chuuya pouted, “But those are the only good ones.” He turned back to you with puppy eyes. “Now you don’t want me to get what I like?”

You decided to check them out so you walked over to the shelves. “I suppose it can’t hurt. But don’t blame me if you don’t like them anymore.” You browsed through them all, asking him what he thought, and he finally made his decision.

When you two returned home, you told him to try it on to make sure it fit. He walked out of his room wearing the new clothes and showed you his outfit.

You were silent for a few seconds before muttering, “You look like a Christian. Like you’re going to the church summer camp.”

Hearing your words, his jaw fell a bit and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked offended at what you said. “I do not!” He screeched. He fell silent and looked down at himself, beginning to quietly mutter to no one in particular.

You let out an airy chuckle and crouched down to his level and pet his head. “I didn’t necessarily say it was terrible.” You didn’t actually know what to think. It was goofy, but you’re not going to hurt his feelings.

He felt a little better and smiled at you. “Can we go get some ice cream? I was good today, right?” He bounced on the balls of his feet.

You couldn’t resist him, so you agreed.

Kindergarten:

The first day of school finally arrived, so you ensured that Chuuya had anything needed and that he wasn’t going to misbehave. The two of you got to the building and you escorted him to the front.

“I trust that you won’t cause trouble while you’re here?” You crouched down.

He sighed, “I’ll be good, I promise.” He was quiet for a few seconds before hesitantly taking a step closer to you and slowly raised his arms. He was asking for a hug.

You smiled and embraced him, caressing his head before planting a kiss on his temple. “Good boy. If you behave today, we’ll have whatever you want for dinner.” You pulled away, but kept your hands on his shoulders. “Sound good?”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! That’s good!” His smile grew and he quickly hugged you again before skipping to the door. Before entering, he turned and waved to you, then went inside. You returned the gesture and stood up to make your way home.

Once the day ended, you went to pick him up. He was waiting at the front, looking around before his eyes landed on you and lit up at the sight. He ran to you and hugged your legs.

He told you all about his day and that he made a few friends. But he didn’t like his teacher and didn’t really tell you exactly why.

As the year went on, he seemed to have fun. He did complain about a few things, but it didn’t sound too terrible. You had met some of the staff and thought they were lovely.

Dazai, who seemed to be the main teacher, had come up to you at some point to whine about being threatened with bombs. And any time parents and teachers met up, he just says to you that Chuuya wasn’t nice with him.

He just complained about anything and everything, no matter how minor the “offense” was.

At the news of the bomb threats, you didn’t know how to react. You just stood there, thinking why a nice kid like Chuuya would throw out some bomb threats, to his teacher especially.

“I’ll talk to him when we get home,” you told Dazai before leading Chuuya away. And talk to him you did. He wasn’t happy about the lecture.

In general, Chuuya’s a very good child except for when he’s around Dazai, for some reason. He tries to be all mature, but you know that he loves all the children stuff.

He loves Odasaku Man and always plays the episodes when he gets home from school. At this point, you know the whole script of the show.

Doesn’t matter what meal he’s having, he wants milk as his drink. “I want to grow taller!” (Throughout all the years, he didn’t grow as much as he wanted)

The books he reads, he wants to read all the adult books (You never let him), but for bedtime stories, he goes with the picture books and fun plots.

You’ve also seen the other kids in his class, and you’re a little hesitant on the ones he’s best friends with. They might not be the best influence for later in life, but you’ll let him choose his friends. You’ll just make sure he knows how to take care of himself, but he’s still your little baby boy.

One of them is also wearing a strange outfit. He looks like a pilgrim and you feel like him and Chuuya could relate with the odd clothing. He seems cute. [Talking about Akutagawa]

You’re not even sure if Dazai is the best teacher. He’s gone onto his knees and pleaded with you to join him in a double suicide, and you’re skeptical. How was he approved to be teaching the class?

(Bonus) Romance with Dazai:

Despite your doubt concerning Dazai, you’ve somehow gained feelings for him. You never really acted upon them, just letting them exist. Sure, he may flutter your heart once or twice, but you’re not going to ask him out. If he were to somehow reciprocate, you’ll leave the confession to him.

And he did ask you out. Albeit, in a weird way. You still accepted, agreeing to go out with him. You had also befriended Yosano and Kouyou, so you left Chuuya under Kouyou’s care while you were out.

The two of you hit it off, so now you’re both in a relationship. You didn’t tell Chuuya because you knew he would throw a fit whenever Dazai was mentioned. You kinda regret not telling him, but oh well.

He noticed you and Dazai beginning to get closer, and he thought it was weird but shrugged it off as weird adult things. Then Dazai kissed your hand, which he’s kinda done before, but Chuuya was never used to it, so he just loudly gagged at the sight, letting his thoughts be known.

One time, you told Chuuya to wait for you at a specific spot because you wanted to talk with Dazai. He obeyed and started idly playing with the dirt for a while before looking in your direction, wondering why you were taking a bit. You seemed to be saying goodbye to his teacher, but Dazai planted a kiss? On your cheek?

His face morphed into a horrified expression as he let out a shocked sound. He ran up to you, tugging on your clothes and begging you to get away from Dazai.

Really, all he did was throw a tantrum. You excused yourself and took him home, where he locked himself in his room for the rest of the night.

You decided to let him do his thing for tonight, peeking into his room at midnight to see him sleeping in an awkward position on his bed. At least he put on his sleepwear before laying on the mattress.

You repositioned him, gently kissing his head, then left to your own room.

The next morning, he said good morning to you and apologized for his behavior. You forgave him, of course. It’s not his fault that his teacher and guardian got together and didn’t let him know.

Whenever he sees you and Dazai do anything that could be classified as romantic, he just gags and says “Disgusting!” Or “Ew!”

You had asked him to be as respectful as he could towards Dazai, but you didn’t really expect much from him. You just wanted them to at the very least tolerate each other.

He indeed did not act as nice as you wanted. Chuuya would still be the little rebellious kid he apparently was in the class, even more so with Dazai as his parental figure’s boyfriend.

Now, the brunette had two advantages in the power dynamic. Not only could he have the upperhand as Chuuya’s teacher, but also as his future dad. He poked fun at the boy and if Chuuya tried to retaliate in some way, Dazai would just complain to you.

With you, Chuuya is an absolute angel, always smiling at you, cuddling up to you, doing whatever you say, bringing you little gifts, and the like. With Dazai, he was the opposite.

That little demon, he would be louder, cause more trouble than usual, throw little fits, give Dazai weird looks, and more. It’s like Chuuya’s only goal when around Dazai was to make his life hell. And it kinda was.

One time, you had to run some errands, but couldn’t bring Chuuya along. Luckily, there was no school that day, so Dazai came over to babysit. It should be easy, right? Chuuya wouldn’t want to cause any trouble in his parent’s house, would he?

When you opened the door to your home, it was a mess. Furniture was out of place, the TV was on, there was food on the floor, and in the middle of it all, Dazai and Chuuya froze. The former holding the child away from him while Chuuya was biting Dazai’s wrist. They both looked roughed up.

“What happened here?” You slowly asked, closing the door behind you. You placed down whatever was in your arms and removed any articles of clothing, putting them in their proper place.

“Oh, my lovely significant other who I deeply cherish and wish to spend the rest of my life with! I was just handling your little demon!” Dazai’s smile was tight as he placed Chuuya onto the floor. The latter removed his teeth from where they were. “I know it looks terrible, but we were just bonding! Right, Chuuya?”

The boy flinched at his tone before running to you and jumping onto you. You held onto him as he buried his face in your neck. “Mom/Dad! Dazai was a big meanie! Why are you even with him? He tried to hurt me!”

Dazai scoffed, “I did not! You were biting me! And you saw it, (Name).” He sighed, going into the kitchen and wetting a paper towel. “I’ll start cleaning...”

Although the two of them were troublesome at times, you loved them both. You knew Chuuya would grow into a strong gentleman. It doesn’t matter what he will do for the rest of his life, he will always be your baby.

Honestly, when you first felt like taking care of someone, it was an impulsive decision. But you’re glad that you went through with it, otherwise you wouldn’t be with Chuuya.

End Note: When KiwiBean first watched Wan, they thought Chuuya had a Christian fit, while Akutagawa had a pilgrim one. So, thanks to them!

Honestly, it took a few months to convince them to watch BSD, and they watched a few out of context before seeing the first episode. A few days to continue watching, and now they’re hooked. [I kept repeating BSD until random thoughts of Dazai and Chuuya’s name just ran through their head. :)]

[thesupreme316]

Can you write how the AEW guys would react to the reader playfully smacking their ass like Bucky did to Seth Rollins that one time (please include MJF hehe)

AEW Stars React To: Their S/O Smacking Their Butt

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Nick Wayne x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Hook x Reader

Word Count: 750

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, here you are and i hope you all enjoy it. I should have another react post by tomorrow. lemme know what else yall want to see. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, suggestive content

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @batzy-watzy @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff

I think this is the most I have ever written the word ass

MJF:

Mans would feel accomplished

Like that finally, someone has acknowledged his ass is on another level

We all know how much pride he takes in his ass just look at the edits on TikTok

If you do it in private, he will definitely laugh and try to slap your back

(Honestly he might twerk like a drunk girl)

If in public, he might be embarrassed or confused for a split second…but he’ll go right back to being arrogant

He’ll tweet about it, tagging Max Caster so he can get jealous

Will start wearing more tight-fitting pants so he can tease you more

Eddie Kingston:

Mans finds it funny but is always confused about why/how you do it before he can do it to you

Full-on laughs and cracks a smile when/after you do it

Now you two are in a competition to see who can smack the other’s ass more often

You typically drive-by slaps or wait until he’s reading/watching wrestling to slap it

He does it when you are on the phone or talking to friends

Eddie loves it because it’s y’all’s way of PDA or showing good vibes

I don’t think y’all would do it out in public like in front of fans

But the one chance you did…boi was he a mess

Christian Cage:

Christian would just stare at you with no expression

He was just looking at you as if he was saying “Really”

OR he’ll stare at you in an offended way

He’s surprised that you did it

“How dare you?”

I can totally see him “scolding” you

Says his ass is off limits and promises to “punish” you the next time you did it

To test your luck…you did it again…and let's say you couldn’t sit down for a good while

Nick Wayne:

Lil boi is so cute and he gets all shy

Immediately he blushes and gets all whiney

Face all red while saying

“I can’t believe you did that”

I think he would be too shy to smack yours back

Prolly would chase you around

Would stop after you smacked his ass twice more

Ever since then, he just accepted the smacks….with a red blushing face of course

Hook:

Nonchalant as a mothafucka

But to him, it’s a normal thing, so he doesn’t care

He just continues talking to his friends after he smacks yours as you walk away

To Hook…it’s equality

Mans just loves to have his hands on you in general

If you did it to him while y’all were in the ring…he would break character and laugh

The internet would have a field day with the clip, making it go viral

Now if you slap it extra hard, Hook would just simply pick you up and show you how a real master of the booty slapping arts does it

Ricky Starks:

Alexa…play Bongos by Cardi B

Like Hook, Ricky’s not fazed

In fact, he eats it up and then some

I can see Ricky just winking at you..and ever so gently…SPEARING YOU ON THE BED

He slaps yours back twice as hard

In public….he would pull you towards him and tell you all the things he’s gonna do to you

Particularly finds it funny when you continuously smack his ass while ya’ll are laying down

I def see it as a postcard or a couple Christmas card (merry smackmas)

Max Caster:

THIS HORNY FUCK

Would deadass put his ass out even further for you to slap again

“I can see you’re getting a little handsy”

Looks at you suggestively, probably would moon you

Probably would chase you down just to slap your ass back

If you do it in public, he’s throwing ass like a real one

OOOOOOO I BET HE WOULD LET OUT VERY LOUD AND EXAGGERATED HIGH PITCH MOAN

Which causes you to become embarrassed and swiftly leave the scene

He would at the rest of The Acclaimed and wiggle his brows��looking for someone else to smack his ass

bonus: I truly think he would be like Richard from Wasabi Productions (back from like 2011)

[thrashkink-coven]

okay I don’t love ranting about Christians on this page because I try to keep this space free of religious shenanigans but I need to rant about this because it’s actually SO irritating. This is coming steaming hot right off the top of the dome so excuse my grammar and all caps.

Lately my instagram page (thrashkink_art check me out I’m awesome) has been getting a lot of attention from Christians for some reason, and I’ve been getting dmd by people wanting desperately to debate and/ or convert me. They all come at me with the assumption that I’m either an extreme atheist that’s just super mad at God or a complete dumbass that’s simply never read the first few pages of Genesis. I must either be angry or stupid. There’s no way I could have read the Bible and known the story of Jesus without subscribing to it. Anyone who isn’t Christian must not know the story! “Have you heard about JESUS? DID YOU 🫵 KNOW He died for your sins? 😃” Whatever

The thing that is so frustrating is that, EVERY SINGLE TIME I share some information with them about the Bible or religion that they didn’t know, they immediately BLOCK ME. EVERY TIME. And it’s like??? If you want to have a debate and go bar for bar then I’ll humor you. Hey, who knows! Maybe I’ll even learn something new and convert! I’m always open to new information! I love learning about religion! But apparently it doesn’t go both ways because the second I present information they can’t grapple with, they IMMEDIATELY BLOCK ME. AAAAAA

Some Christian dude: If you read the Bible you’d know that doing witchcraft will land you in Hell!

Me: well if we’re really going based off of the Bible, the entire concept of Hell doesn’t originate in the Isrealite religion. Actually, there’s no mention of a Hell in the OT at all, Hell is a Greek concept and so is Lucifer.

Christian: What? No?? That can’t be true it completely distorts my worldview

Me: You… don’t have to believe me just look into it yourself

*You can no longer message this person*

LIKE WTF.

Some Christian dude: Women are just naturally subordinate to men, if they weren’t then we would have worshipped a female Goddess alongside YHWH.

Me: Well… They did. The Israelites worshiped Asherah alongside YHWH before her worship was abolished

Christian: This is blasphemy *you can no longer message this person*

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA. I have countless examples like this! A dude called me evil because I told him Jesus was Jewish. I’ve been called a degenerate for explaining how YHWH originated in Canaan. Im so tired of ignorant Christians shitting my pants because they’re too lazy to do any research on tHEIR OWN RELIGION!! IF YOU NEED TO HAVE AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS BECAUSE YOU JUSG LEARNED ABOUT THE HISTOY OF YOUR RELIGION THEN THATS ON YOU BITCH! DONT GET MAD AT ME BC YOUVE BEEN FED A LIE !!!!!! THATS NOT MY PROBLEM !!!!!!!!!!

There have been so many times when I’ve taken the time to go through all this bullshit with people because I really don’t want to be close minded. But holy shit it’s like they’re allergic to conflicting information. They immediately accuse me of trying to push blasphemy onto them. and when i’m like hey dude don’t take my word for it, please I encourage you to do your own research, they’re immediately so offended and appalled. How dare I tell them something about the Bible that they didn’t know.

Listen bro, I’m fully supportive of your Christianity, live your life, worship your God, I honestly do not care. But if you’re going to try to convert me at least be somewhat prepared for an actual discussion. Don’t block me because you can’t handle the reality of the situation mother fucker.

LIKE LISTEN IM USUALLY NOT SO PRESSED AB SHIT LIKE THIS BUT THE THING THAT DRIVES ME UP THE WALL IS THAT I USUALLY TRY TO IGNORE THESE PEOPLE BUT THEN THEYRE ALL LIKE “Aha! 😌 You don’t want to hear me out because you know I’m right! You’re afraid of the truth!” SO THEN IM LIKE

*SIGGGGGHHHHHHH*

OKAY! Let’s go! Let’s hear it! We can debate because you’re so desperate to change my mind! ILL WASTE THREE HOURS OF MY LIFE GOING THROGH THIS SHIT WITH YOU SO YOU CAN JUST CALL ME A BLASPHEMOUS WHORE AND BLOCK ME. I LOVE WASTING MY TIME I LOVE GOING IN CIRCLES I LOVE POINTLESS DISCUSSIONS I LIVE FOR THEM

DO NOT!!! DM ME IF YOURE A CHRISTIAN !!!!YOU WILL NOT COME OUT THE SAME AFTER HEARING THE THOUGHTS FROM MY EXPANSIVE SEXY SLUTTY BRAIN YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!!!!

RRRRRAAAAAAAAA

ok. I’m better now. Merry Venus Day! Ave Lucifer! 🔱 💀

[captainpulisic]

turned my bed into a sacred oasis - c. pulisic

credit and thank you to my beloved miss belize for helping me with the plot & dialogue. I owe you many orange slices. not technically a sequel to this but I see this being in the same universe word count: 2.6 k gif credits to myself

they’re delicate touches as your fingers trace mindless shapes over his chest. you’re quite content in your current position, head laid on christians shoulder and a leg thrown over his. your bodies were still slightly sweaty, the sheets pooling around both your waists. you get lost tracing the lines of his tattoos, leaving an occasional kiss on his shoulder. he answers by letting out soft hums of approval.

you trace a few hearts and both your initials across his collarbones until you dip a little lower, landing where his actual heart is. feeling the low drum of his heartbeat brings a smile to your face. you flatten your palm and apply light pressure, “your hearts going kinda crazy right now.”

“yeah well in case you forgot, we literally just had sex.” he lets out a breathless laugh. there's a pinch to your bare hip and light kiss to the top of your head. there’s only sincerity when he adds, “and i’m positive my heart is always like that when i’m around you.”

you’re torn between rolling your eyes at his clicheness and kissing him silly for his romanticism. you settle with a soft whisper, “i’ve missed you.”

“missed you more.” he begins to mirror your tender touches, pressing you closer to him. soon enough, you feel one of his hands trail along your lower back while the other catches your moving hand- the sneaky one that had caused his heart to thump faster than usual. automatically, your fingers intertwine and he gives them three gentle squeezes. “and i’m so happy I get to sleep next to you, again.”

“really?” satisfied with your current predicament, you’re too comfortable in christians arms to try to look up at him. you settle with opening one eye and leaving another kiss on his shoulder.

“are you kidding me?” his hand travels to your waist, leaving another squeeze. this earns him another kiss from you. his voice has gotten softer, more timid. “I don’t think i’d be a very good boyfriend if I wasn't happy about that, y/n.” 

you feel yourself drifting to sleep, content to have christian back in your bed- both sexually and literally. snuggling deeper into his side, you don’t notice how stiff he’s gotten. 

you feel him take a deep breath, “I am a good one, right?”

your brain and body are exhausted, so you’re not really processing the conversation. you stifle a yawn and absent-mindedly ask, “a good what?”

there’s a pause before he says- well whispers, “boyfriend.”

you freeze for a moment. that’s all it takes for your mind to wake up and your eyes to fully open. 

“what?” you’re offended on his behalf, immediately sitting up. the cold air nips at you, yet you’re too startled to care. christian whines at the sudden loss of your body warmth, instantly missing your touch. he tries to coax you back into laying down, avoiding your hard stare as his arms try to ease you back into position. much to his dislike, you’re swatting these attempts away and are searching his face for some sort of explanation. you’re baffled, “why would you even ask me that? what?”

he’s looking everywhere in the room but you. 

you scoff, “of course you’re a good boyfriend, you’re an amazing one.” 

“alright, then.” he bites his lip, somberly nodding. he leans back onto the pillow, giving no further explanation.

as confused as ever, you shake his arm. he looks like he clearly doesn’t want to talk about it but you can’t let it go. minutes ago you both were happy and on some sort of love high, and the idea of him going to sleep sad makes you want to die. you won’t allow it, christian deserves to always be happy. you probe, “why did you ask?”

“forget it, it was just me being stupid.” he sighs, self-pityingly shaking his head. he takes another moment before adding, “it’s just stupid.”

“hey, it is not stupid.” you reach over and hold his hands in yours. you start to kiss his knuckles and work your way down to his palms. his shell begins to crack, and he finally meets your eye. another kiss to his wrist, “just help me understand, i’m a little lost.”

he pauses, trying to choose the right words. you leave another kiss on his palm, encouraging him to speak. another sigh, “I just don’t know if i’m doing any of this right, or if i’m doing a good job at it.”

another pause.

he says it all very slowly, carefully choosing his words. “i’ve just never really had anything like this before. i’m not sure i’m being enough for all of the shit included.”

“hmm?” you encourage him to elaborate.

“you know, i’ve never had anything become so serious, with anyone.” it’s a sad smile, yet it doesn’t fail to absolutely shatter your heart. his eyes can’t seem to look directly at you, averting their gaze to the ceiling. the way he’s biting down hard on his lip makes you sure he’ll draw up blood. “i’ve had relationships but nothing official, really. it’s never been able to get as far as we have.”

the atmosphere had gotten very sullen and you’re sure you’re as close to tearing up as he is. hearing these deep, tucked away concerns tugs at your heartstrings and makes you feel horrible that he’d ever even felt any sadness. plus, the way his voice was beginning to shake was not helping. you leave a few more kisses on his wrists, your fingers begin to rub small circles on his palms.

christian continues, “no one thinks it’s worth it, having to put up with this life. i mean, you’ve seen how it is. the scrutiny and rumors and lack of privacy and everyone having an opinion on my life. no one will put up with that, no one will want to.”

“hey,” your frown grows more prominent. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. you let go of his hands to cup the sides of his face, forcing him to finally look at you. “now who got those stupid thoughts stuck in your head, I have to go beat them up.”

he lets out a soft laugh at this, barely letting the side of his mouth quirk up. it gratifies you, but it’s not enough. you need to see him utterly and completely happy before either of you are allowed to go to sleep. 

neither you nor christian had to answer your question, though. you both knew the answer as soon as you asked it. all he could do was cast his eyes down at the space between the both of you, his lips turning downward, again. he was thinking of her. you didn’t like using her name, it humanized the enemy. yes, anyone who caused christian a fraction of sadness was your enemy for life. and you didn’t know much about her, only that she had been here before you and hurt christian beyond words. she’d used him and left him and left you with the task of picking up the pieces of his heart.

“I thought that what I had with,” you see him hesitate, like a whole new bubble of sadness might be getting caught up in his throat. you offer him a small smile and a tiny nod, pushing him to continue. “what we had was real, that I was finally going to be in a serious, adult relationship but she just left. she told me how it was all too much shit and that no other girl would put up with this life- that none of it was worth it. I guess I took it as me, maybe, not being worth it.” 

“she never deserved you or your big heart, really. she was an idiot because none of what she said is true.” you answer within a heartbeat, moving your hands from his face to his hair. running your fingers through it and lightly scratching at his scalp, you hope it brings him a sort of comfort and dispels those horrible thoughts from his head. reassuring him, “and she doesn't deserve to still make you so sad.”

“I don't get sad over her anymore. being with you makes it clear to me that what I felt with her is nothing compared to what I feel when i’m with you.” he shakes his head, confused at your implications. the last thing he wanted was for you to think it was her he was hung up on. it was her words and dissatisfaction with his lifestyle that had put insecurities in his heart. “I think I just get sad over how she might be right. what if, maybe, she and you deserve something easier, something better?”

“christian, no.” you try to shut down his negative thoughts. “she was wrong and she shouldn’t be so inside your head.”

“but it hasn’t just been her,” he whines, finally letting civility out the window and huffing like a petulant child. mumbling on, “i’ve also had flings- or whatever you want to call them- before, but nothing too serious. none of them have stayed, or even tried to. what if it’s because they all know my life is hectic and complicated, what if they don’t want to deal with it?”

“no,” you repeat, trying to get a word in edgewise.

“it’s true!” he’s on a roll now, spilling out all the fears and self-doubt that he’d tried to bury deep inside himself. “and I get it, I do. i’ve never wanted to put anyone in the position of getting harassed simply for being with me.”

“christian-”

“and I know it’s not just that stuff, I know it’s my fault, too.” cue the self-deprecating eye roll and shaky breath. his sad smile has been ever so present tonight and it’s gut wrenching. he babbles on, “I have to train and travel all the time, I have to be focused on my career. it’s like, i’d never have time to be a good enough boyfriend. I get so scared because what if it’s not enough?”

you try once more, “chris-”

he lets out another frustrated groan, “i’ve never wanted to throw caution to wind this badly, i’ve never wanted something to last as much as I do this. i’m helpless and I can only hope that I am being a good boyfriend because it’s what you deserve.”

me? when had we started talking about me?

all you can do is point to yourself, “what I deserve?” 

“yeah, you!” he scoffs. “you’re the best person I know and you deserve someone who can give you something more normal, something more easy. I know that’ll be hard to get with me.”

you’re able to squeeze in a ‘screw easy’ amongst his ranting.

“i’ve been pretty good at not going too far with anyone, because I know it’ll never work. there’s no point in any of it. with you, I can’t seem to do that. I selfishly want you, and I keep praying that might be enough.” there’s another shaky breath, “but what if she was right? what if it all becomes too much for you? I don’t think i’d ever get over you leaving.”

god, just tear your heart into two. you’re sure it’d hurt less.

“don’t think about her, or of the untrue, idiotic things she said. you’re the one who deserves someone good.” you manage to level your voice, speaking with only love and admiration towards him. yet, all you really want to do is scream and curse her out for all the damage she’d done to this beautiful boy. he deserved everything good in the world and you intended to prove that to him. “loving you and being here, in this bed, with you is the greatest privilege of my life. I must’ve been a holy saint in my past life, who did a lot of charity, for me to deserve you in this life.”

“y/n,” he tries to cut you off this time. you raise your finger to his lips, silencing him. in return, he playfully bites the tip of your finger but nonetheless remains quiet. 

you continue, “I would endure all that ‘shit’ ten times over if it meant I got to come home to you every night. I would go through worse, horrible things if it meant we’d be lying in this bed as you told me about your day. I don’t think there’s anything in this world that would stop me from wanting to be with you. hey, don't give me that look- i’m serious. the only way you’re getting rid of me is if you go into witness protection or something.”

he averts his stare to the ceiling as he becomes a blushing mess. this is too much, he wants to blurt out. your love is so much and I don’t think I deserve it. I don’t want to taint it.

“i’m pretty sure i’m going to love you forever. so, all I ask is you let me and keep letting me until then.” it’s a mere whisper when you add, “please?”

you see him internally struggle for a moment. you worry that your words didn’t get through to him and he’ll continue to stay in his puddle of self doubt. his eyes shift between your own, as if pondering over everything you’d just laid out on him. he cracks a smile before it’s gone all too soon. yet, there's a mischievous spark in his eye, only you could see. 

“y/n, I need you to be honest with me,” he feigns a serious look. raising an eyebrow, those big brown eyes search your face for a moment. after a moment, he squints, “are you just saying these things to get into my pants?”

you snort before you could even try to stop it.

“hey, im serious.” he pouts, still committed to his solemn expression. “you should know that I don’t put out so easily.”

“well I don't think you’re going to like what i’m going to say next,” you trail off. one quick glance and it’s obvious his hair is more disheveled than ever- and that bit of smudged lipstick on the corner of his mouth isn't helping his case. you look down to where the sheets are still pooled around you both. from the corner of your eye, you can easily identify where both of your clothes had been discarded without a second thought. your fingers reach out to tap the various hickeys left on his collarbone, “but I think you do.”

this made him laugh. it was one of those happy, boyish laughs- the contagious kind. therefore, you were quick to join in, ignoring the strong urge to leave a kiss in the crease by his eyes. in the midst of the laughter, christian has gotten the upper hand and managed to ease you back into his arms. as he positions you to lay on top of him, you rest your chin on his chest, eyes shining bright as you peer up at him. 

he smiles at you, his eyes warm and soft as they travel over your face. “being here in this bed, with you, it’s the only place I wanna be, too. just being with you makes everything seem worth it, you make it seem worth it.”

“let’s not dwell, yeah?” your laughter calms and you sigh, letting your fingers trace softly over the ink on his chest. you leave a kiss there, giving him your brightest smile. “we’re together, the last thing we should be is sad.”

rather than responding, he leans down to leave a quick kiss on your lips and nods in agreement. it’s soft and sweet and shy, and as lovely as every kiss he gives you. that night (like every other night), there’s no other place that he'd rather be, than in that bed wrapped up in you.

feedback is greatly appreciated. feeling very iffy abt this one so please be gentle with it.

[thesolaireslawyer]

Not Fair

TW - Cursing, If You Look Hard Enough Slight NSFW,

WC - 1072

AN- well here it is the long-awaited part 2 of David Shaw was paying attention! I hope it was worth the wait{ I couldn't remember if the cat was male or female- mb.. like a slight David x Asher type thing- matching word count was not intended}

It’s not fair. You should be here with me. You should be here. Smiling, laughing, and gossiping with Asher. You should be here! You should be annoying the shit out of me. You should be here. Angel.. I miss you so fucking much. God theirs so much I wish I could say..

But I'm reduced to say it right here. Over a gravestone with your name on it. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come here. Every day is harder than it needs to be. Waking up without you in my arms hurts. My mind likes to convince me that you’re in the living room playing Minecraft. 

Funny enough.. I’ve been playing Minecraft more. I wanted to see what you loved about that game so much… angel the last thing I expected to see when I opened the world biome I started on. Was an entire pack of wolves..

I would have been offended to see the name, Davey.. But now the only thing I want is to hear you say it one more time. Run my hands over your body.. Had I known..God.. I just miss you so much.. Things are so much harder without you.

I haven’t spent the night in the house since your passing. It's too quiet.. The pack has taken to watching over me. Or sleepovers is what they’ve taken to calling it. I'm not the world's smartest man. But I'm not stupid either… even when you’re not here..

Talking to you is easy. It's a bit funny.. You get to meet my mom before I ever did. Micheal stopped by earlier, he couldn’t bring himself to come to the service. And he felt bad about it. 

I'm sure you wouldn’t have minded.. But he did drop off your cat.. The one I said I wasn’t going to take care of. His new partner is allergic to cats.. Originally he was going to give her to us after the trip.. But you know how that turned out.

So he gave her to me. And I’m starting to see why Milo keeps a cat. Though she’s a gremlin just like you…. Were… it’s nice having a reminder of you.. But the main reason for today's visit.. It will be the first day I'm spending the night alone back in the house. 

Of course, asher is trying to come over. He wants to make sure I eat. As if he could properly cook something. The last thing I'm going to let his ass do is burn the damn cabinets again. Though he’s been the biggest help.

He’s even been getting into fewer arguments with Christian.. However, I feel that's more of them building a good relationship. But I don’t know.. I haven’t been focusing on my alpha duties. I took a break from some of the jobs. Milo and Amanda have been covering for me. 

But I know I’ll have to get back to work soon. As much as I wished the world would stop so that I could permanently sit here and cry like I want to. I can’t.. I know I can’t.. I’m an alpha let alone the alpha of one of the strongest packs in Dahlia..

I’ll have to go soon..but I want to say sorry.. I know I wasn’t the best partner.. I was an ass, a prick.. Any name really. It’d probably fit. These words don’t mean much now that you’re gone. But I still needed you to hear them. 

But do I remember the things you have taught me. You’ve taught me things I needed to know. Things I’ve needed to grow. Angel, you still teach me things while you're gone. Your cat teaches me things too. I brought her a bed. But she likes to sleep in our bed..

Or well mine now. I think the reason I’ve been so scared to be alone in the house is because we got it together. It was supposed to be our forever home. But without you it’s quiet. And doesn’t feel like home.. Or at least our home anymore. 

Your memory haunts the place. Everywhere I go in that house. I get reminded of what I lost… what the world lost. I still remember the nights I had to force you to get off of that damn computer. You did so much for me. And yet I can’t return.. The favor… Angel something I’ve come to realize, as time passes..

Yes, I still think it’s not fair you got taken away. From the people you loved and cared about. Yes, it will be hard to live life without you. But.. what you’ve taught me is things will get better. 

I will keep opening up more.. I will keep living. You will never not be on my mind. But your memory has and will make me stronger.. And the pack has my back more than ever.. Sometimes I wonder if that's the influence you had on them..

They most definitely see through my bullshit now. I know that's something you taught them.. You and Ash.. learning to accept you’re gone hurts. It hurts a lot.. But..i know things will get better. Angel.. I love you. And I always will. 

David stands, brushing off his jeans and wiping the tears off his face. It was getting late and he needed to get home. His furry friend would be upset if he was late. He took one long look at the gravestone. Forget-me-nots were growing around it. He laughed a little as another tear rolled down his face. And made his way to his car. As got in the car and went to adjust the rearview mirror. 

He saw a familiar face.. With a matching smile. 

‘’ Good job Davey ‘’ 

And that moment he couldn’t help but break into tears.. And laughs. His angel would do something like this. Or find a way to do something like this. They’ve always been like that. He started the car and that face stayed for most of the ride. They even had a conversation.. Before he had to say goodbye for the final and last time. 

His angel was floating with the angels. And probably telling his mom all about him. As well as gossiping with his dad. Time will heal this wound. But for now, he’s allowed to grieve.

[tailing-sun]

Hello everyone.

Since today marks the start of Neurotypical Awareness Month, I would like to take this time to share how the vaccine-caused disease called neurotypicalism affects me, personally, even though I’m not neurotypical, and equally I would like you to connect and share how all of you have been affected in your life by the behaviours of those poor, unfortunate people who suffer from being off the spectrum.

Though this disease is more common in boys, some girls suffer with it, too, and it’s estimated that it affects an astonishing 67 of every 68 people. Some of us have neurotypical relatives, some have friends or acquaintances who are affected by this pitiful condition. And every day, we normal folks struggle to understand why they put us through what they do, these people whom we love dearly but will never be able to communicate with. And it’s especially important for us to remember how hard it must be for parents to have to deal with their neurotypical children, who exhibit embarrassing behaviour such as

-Speaking in loud, grating voices.

-Not having any special interests.

-Throwing fits of rage when asked to turn their music down or not talk so loudly with their friends.

-Speaking in vague, unclear language and never explaining what they mean.

-Turning helpful stimming devices for autistics into cringe memes.

And countless more humiliating displays of abnormality, even in public. Sure, it’s probably hard for them that they have to live in a world where nobody understands them and hardly anybody even bothers to try, but we don’t care about that because they’re not like us. Let’s instead focus on their parents and what they go through, because even though they’re not the ones with the disability, it should be all about them.

As perfectly normal autistic individuals, there are things we can do to help the neurotypical individuals in our lives. As a Christian, I fully believe that each and every one of us is here for the purpose of spreading kindness and love, and sometimes, God sends us angels in the form of neurotypicals to test our patience and kindness, and to see how we really treat the weakest members of our community. People with neurotypicalism are not like us. Even as adults, they have the minds of young children. And though we will never fully understand them, we can help them in our own, non-problematic, non-patronizing way. Neurotypicalism speaks, and it’s time to listen. And by listen, I mean not listen, but form our own warped conclusions based on shaky, superficial evidence and outdated research.

So please, send your donations, however large, to me, so that I can send them to psychological research centres to fund a cure for neurotypicalism, and definitely not so I can buy PS5s in bulk and sell them online at double the price, trust me.

/s

(Author’s Note: If you’re neurotypical and you’re offended by this, good.)

[justasimp4darrencriss]

Hello and welcome my loves 🤗 ❤️

THIS IS MY SIDEBLOG! IF YOU WANT HP CONTENT THEN CHECK OUT MY MAIN BLOG @thatslytherinbitch54

Feel free to send me ask, i personally, LOVE receiving asks. Also, feel free to dm me whenever you feel like it, I’m always down for a chat :)

Have your own opinions and don’t judge others for what they think, okay? Good :)

I’m part of the LGBTQIA+ community, I’m a lesbian, I’m Aegosexual, and I’m Demiagender. I go by They/Them and She/They

Random fun fact that nobody cares about: I’m Hispanic and Christian :)

DNI if you’re a bigot (Homophobic, Transphobic, Racist, Misogynistic, Fatphobic, Anti-Furry, Xenophobic, etc.) if you’re a Pro-shipper, if you’re very narrow minded, if you’re paedophile (I’ll keep this one updated)

This is a safe space for anyone and everyone except if you are someone from the DNI list I made. But everyone else is welcomed!

I should get this out, I use cuss words and slurs a lot, I only uses slurs that apply to me ofc, like the word faggot, like I text my friends a lot starting with “Hello faggot” HOWEVER, I would never use it on someone unless they have completely informed me that they are not offended by me saying it. Same goes for some other cuss words like bitch or whore or, well you get it.

I LOVE making friends and mutuals on tumblr so, please, I’m desperate lol. I also love to message people and interact with them but, I prefer it if they start messaging first since I don’t want to bother anyone lol. Oh also, don’t feel bad about tagging me in tag games, you’re never being a bother to me love and i personally enjoy being tagged, makes me feel special or something lol.

Oh this is very important: If and when you follow me, i message you a small thank you message, it’s nothing super personal but I really do appreciate to see that people support me. If you however feel uncomfortable comfortable with this, just let me know and I will not message you from then on.

As the name suggests, I am a simp for Darren Criss and this is my side blog where I post/talk about him, I’m also a gleek so expect Glee content as well

(P.S. I refuse to believe that anyone has actually took their time to read all this shit lol)

Take care of yourself loves! ILYSM!!!

😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️

[automatismoateo]

Im sick and tired of seeing Jesus loves you spammed in every comment section then feeling like a jerk just for recognizing what theyre actually trying to say and do. via /r/atheism

I’m sick and tired of seeing “Jesus loves you ❤️” spammed in every comment section then feeling like a jerk just for recognizing what they’re actually trying to say and do. Whenever some Christian (maybe a bot) comments this literally anywhere on social media it usually results in it being the top comment with like dozens of replies all from other Christians (also maybe bots) saying “Amen” and “Thank you”. And I’m sorry, not to sound like a stereotype of an angry atheist, but it pissed me off. Because I can recognize what they’re doing but I can’t really articulate it in a way where it doesn’t sound like I’m being an asshole. They’re evangelizing to you for one thing, and I know different people have different views of evangelism, some aren’t offended by it, but it really annoys me. If this was somewhere in Asia or the Arabian peninsula where Christianity wasn’t as prevalent it might make sense, but being from America, consuming American and English speaking social media content, preaching to me about Jesus makes no sense. I know who Jesus is. I have my opinions about him already. The only reasons you are preaching to me about him are because you think whatever beliefs I have are so vapid that telling me Jesus loves me will cause me to reconsider them all, and also you’re doing it out of some sense of desperation. “Jesus loves you! Please! You need to love him, too!” The subtext being that if you don’t, he and his daddy will torture you for eternity. It’s an insult and they don’t even realize it, because they’re saying you living a normal life with the best of intentions isn’t good enough. Yet you try and point this out, and you’re the bad guy. But also, no, Jesus doesn’t love me. First of all, Jesus doesn’t know I exist because he was just a guy, maybe. and that might sound like a tips fedora, pushes up glasses comment, but really, to the uninitiated it’s as meaningless as, “the Hash Slinging Slasher loves and cares about you

[jdgo51]

Core Fear

Today's inspiration comes from:

Good Boundaries and Goodbyes

by Lysa TerKeurst

"What if, when trying to apply your boundaries in an emotionally charged moment, you lose your resolve, because the other person makes statements that confuse you, make you question the validity of this boundary, or accuse you in ways that hurt? You need to be prepared to know what to do.

See if you’ve heard any of these types of statements from others. Assess whether these statements have contributed to you giving up on setting boundaries with certain people.

When they say:

“What I did isn’t that big of a deal. You’re being so dramatic.” “You are being overly sensitive.”

“And you call yourself a Christian?! Jesus wouldn’t treat people this way.”

“I thought Christians were supposed to be forgiving.” “You’ve got such a hard heart. Jesus would have never walked away.”

“This is just more evidence of you being controlling and unforgiving.”

“Jesus loved all people and gave grace no matter what. So, what’s your problem?”

“You don’t seem like yourself. You’ve changed.”

“I’m so disappointed in you.”

“You’re just crazy and this is irrational.”

“You’re so selfish. All you care about is yourself.” “Seriously?! How can you be so mean after all I’ve done for you?”

“You’re so off base. Drawing boundaries isn’t biblical.” “But you’re my (wife, daughter, best friend, mother, sister). Acting this way toward me is out of order and unacceptable.”

Here’s why these statements are so triggering:

They are offensive. They aren’t an accurate picture of what’s true about who we are. Being misunderstood is so brutal because someone else is taking liberties with our identity. They are threatening. When someone makes hurtful accusations and pushes against our boundaries, it can feel as if whatever this relationship is providing for us will be taken away and some need in us will go unmet. They are disillusioning. When someone else makes us question our need for the boundary, we can second-guess reality, our sanity, our rationality, and even the severity of what’s really going on. We can easily start to wonder if the real problem is us rather than considering the source and why we are in this hard dynamic in the first place. It is so very important that we are aware of all three of these feelings that can make us vulnerable to not establishing wise boundaries. Here’s the first thing we need to notice about the effects of these triggering statements: they are each evidence that we need to establish a boundary with this person.

And here’s the second thing to notice: if we are afraid that this person will think poorly of us, potentially abandon us, or try to make us feel crazy for taking a step toward making the relationship healthy, chances are even higher that, without wise boundaries, they will eventually do all three of these things to us. (Dear me: read that last sentence one more time... maybe ten more times.)

Unhealthy people typically don’t manage their emotions and expectations (self-regulate) very well and can easily get offended when their lack of responsibility doesn’t become your emergency. Their thought process is often that their need trumps your limitations. And the telltale sign of their unhealthiness is their unwillingness to accept no as an answer without trying to make you feel terrible, punished, or unsure about the necessity of the boundary.

If we want to stay healthy, we have to use our limited energy in the right way. We could waste years putting all our efforts into trying to change the other person’s mind or prove to them why we need the boundary, or worst of all, we could drop the boundary altogether and continue living in dysfunction.

Let me state something crucial. I don’t want us to suddenly start categorizing everyone around us as healthy or not healthy. But we must pay attention to those who accept our healthy boundaries and those who resist them.

The apostle Paul addresses some key components to love:

And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ.

What I like about Philippians 1:9–10 is that the love here is associated with knowledge and discernment. So, the inverse is also true. A lack of wisdom and discernment is actually unloving. Sometimes we only associate love as a feeling. But we have to remember that biblical love is an intentional action where we want what’s best for us and the other person. Keeping this in mind, when setting boundaries our heart posture should be one of wisdom and discernment for the sake of true and healthy love.

Healthy people who desire healthy relationships don’t have an issue with other people’s healthy boundaries.

Hebrews 5:14 reminds us that mature people “have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.” That word distinguish means someone can discern more readily what is the right way to treat someone and what is not acceptable. What someone should say and what someone probably shouldn’t say. And just because a person can do something, doesn’t mean she should do that thing. Discerning and choosing one’s actions carefully leads to a wisdom that those around them can trust.

Healthy people seek to understand your concerns, discuss any issues that the need for the boundary reveals, and respect your limits.

Healthy people are mature people. They seek to

understand your concerns, discuss any issues that the need for the boundary reveals, and respect your limits. Remember, healthy people who desire healthy relationships know how to be responsible with the access you give them. For example, if they borrow your car, chances are they won’t return it on empty. But if they do, you can let them know that if they want to borrow it again, they just need to replace the gas they use. And they should see that as a reasonable request without making you feel anything less than generous.

Even if someone doesn’t like a boundary you have set, healthy people know the difference between hurt and harm. A friend who constantly runs late may feel hurt that you are no longer willing to ride with her to events but can recognize your boundary wasn’t put in place to cause her any harm. She won’t think that you’re selfish and rude. Nor will she blame her issues on you. And she certainly won’t diminish your identity, disrupt your safety, or disregard your assessment of reality. She’ll either adjust her untimeliness and ride with you or just meet you at the event. Either way, she will respect you enough to respect your boundaries.

Healthy people understand your limits because they are in touch with their own limitations. They communicate what they can and cannot do — what they are and are not willing to tolerate. And they expect you to do the same.

Understanding this can help us realize sometimes the problem isn’t that we aren’t good at setting healthy boundaries. Maybe we aren’t good at recognizing that we won’t get healthy results from unhealthy relationships.

Somewhere in all the looking around at others for validation, we’ve stopped looking up.

If we are living honest lives that honor God, we must not forget that people not liking our boundary does not mean we aren’t living right before God. When someone says something that hurts or offends us when we draw a boundary, it can be good to check ourselves. Is any part of this an attempt on our part to do harm, control, retaliate, check out, or give ourselves permission to be irresponsible? While checking ourselves is healthy, questioning our identity is not.

Checking ourselves means looking at a current attitude or behavior to see if it is in line with God’s instructions and wisdom. Questioning our identity is doubting who we are because we have given too much power to other people by letting their opinions define us.

I don’t know any other way to say this except to be absolutely direct: If our identity, the foundational belief we hold of who we are, is tied to an opinion someone has of us, we need to reassess. We must be honest with how much access to our heart we’ve given to this person. It’s not bad to give someone access to our heart but when we give an unhealthy person too much access, it can shake us to our core. When their opinion of us starts to affect how we see ourselves, we can lose sight of the best parts of who we are because we get entangled in the exhausting pursuit of trying to keep that relationship intact no matter the cost. And when this is the cycle we are caught in, sometimes we would rather manage people’s perceptions of us than care for ourselves and the relationship by putting appropriate boundaries in place.

When we give people personal access to us, those people must be responsible with it. And emotional access to our hearts is especially important."'

Excerpted with permission from Good Boundaries and Goodbyes by Lysa TerKeurst, copyright Lysa TerKeurst.

[hlekani-666]

05. Atheist Republic Newsletter: Do you have one of these people in your life?

Submitted by AR team member Jenny Del Toro

The butthurt-Christian facebook friend.

They know you didn’t post that funny Richard Dawkins meme because you thought it was hilarious, and you thought your atheist friends would also get a kick out of it, you did it because you wanted them specifically to see it. You did it just to make fun of them and they’re going to let you know how horrible you are in the comments section. How dare you offend him? How DARE you?

People who think their religion gives them automatic cred.

My husband and I faced a lot of this while interviewing potential child care providers for our son, “Good Christian” would be listed on resumes as a qualification next to “CPR Certified” and “Non-Smoker.” What does that even mean? Are non-christians more likely to forget to use diaper rash cream? I had one potential sitter email me to tell me that I would need to be aware that she is a Christian before proceeding with any business. I emailed her back and let her know that I am a firm Bible-believing Christian as well, and that she will have full permission to tend to my child to the letter of Biblical child-rearing, so if he disobeys, stone him to death. Also, noticing that she was not of the same ethnicity as me, I told her that I would not be paying her for her services as it is my God given right to take her as my slave. She replied back with simply, “Satan, I rebuke thee!”

The relative who hates you

If the family you’re from is religious to any degree, no matter how cool the majority of them are with your atheism, there will always be that ONE relative who is utterly disgusted by your godless lifestyle, and lets you know exactly how they feel by posting vague, passive aggressive Facebook status updates and comments.

The people who believe in hell.

This is the one that really makes me wonder about some people. There are still grown-ass adults alive today who believe that if you don’t believe in their version of religion, that you will indeed burn and suffer unbearable pain for all of eternity. Really? That doesn’t seem a bit harsh to you? That billions of people are going to burn for all of eternity just because they were born into the wrong religion? And people say it so casually too. I work with a girl who boasted to me once, “oh, I believe in heaven. I believe in heaven and I believe in hell!” Like it was her number one virtue. I asked her if she thought I was going to go to hell since I don’t believe in God and she just gave me a “sucks to be you!” look and shrugged. She shrugged at the thought of me being tortured for all of eternity. That’s messed up.

The people who think they can convince you you’re wrong.

And it's finally time to talk about these guys. Ugh. They all use the same tired, erroneous arguments, “prove that there isn’t a god”, “what if you’re wrong?” “doesn’t it take more faith to not believe in god?” “aren’t you scared of going to hell?” “god exists because the bible says he does.” “you’ll stop being an atheist once you get cancer.” All of these are easily refuted, but you have to be careful when you prove a theist wrong, they get extremely irritable when they can’t prove their uneducated points. They're very committed to their delusion, so it's better to just walk away.

These are some encounters Jenny has had, how about you? Let us know what types of people you have to deal with as an atheist.

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[cervinae-canine]

How The Narrator Is Written and How He Subverts the Narrator Role: (FINISHED)

The Stanley Parable has incredibly strong writing and witty humor that would make other games be potentially unbearable if the game was not as self-aware. Most gamers in the modern age are strongly resistant to being controlled by the narrative, because video games can easily be enjoyable without narratives. However, the Stanley Parable knows this fact quite well, being able to accommodate the most anti-authoriatian of gamers by making their lack of choice  be funny. The Narrator chastises the player’s actions if they do not follow his story, yes, but a lot of gamers found humor in his degradation. Even his voice actor considers it as part of the game’s charm.[1] The Broom Closet Ending is an unironically great example of this type of humor. The player chooses to put Stanley in a broom closet with legitimately  nothing to find, a goal or even a reward. Unless you consider the Narrator’s degradation as a reward because he humiliates you greatly for your misplaced curiosity. He thinks your decision to stay is so asinine, he mocks you even when he suspects you’re dead. 

(Honestly I wrote this bottom paragraph because I wanted to disclose how Brighting's voice was definitely heard in a church. Imagine going to church on Sunday, and you hear him talk about Jesus. YOU WOULD NOT CONCENTRATE.)

The writing makes or breaks a premise and Davey Wreden as well as William Pugh executed the comedy of the premise perfectly. In an  (interview) with Kevan Brighting, he explained how witty the script was and how surprised it made him since he believed at first it was a script for a Christian church.[2] So at least some parts of the writing was regarded immediately as appealing and humorous. Even for individuals who did not even know the game would be comedic in the first place. 

The Narrator would not be as comedic if the writing took his side 100% and never mocked him at all. The game mocks both you and the Narrator, making the two feel like equals in some regard; even if that means getting shamed as well. The game shows how imperfect the Narrator is, despite him believing and presenting himself as otherwise. When he talks about the Memory Zone, he reminisces about the awards and recognition the original game had, completely ignoring the negative reviews. When he eventually reads the negative reviews, he becomes offended and self-conscious about him being called preachy and unfunny. When he complains about the new content, he says he’s going to hold the developers accountable on Twitter. The Narrator is a hot mess, and the writing team knows this. He shows behaviors that people relate with or directly experienced in their lives, causing a form of familiarity. A person believing they have more power and authority than they actually have, is super common in both real life and in comedy. The writing for the Narrator is borderline perfect because if you don’t like him, you laugh at his imperfections; and if you like him, you sympathize and relate with him… Hear me out. 

If you felt nostalgic over a specific previous era in your life, you’ve experienced a similar level of rose-tinted glasses as much as the Narrator. In my experience, I felt like my life was getting worse during the ages of 11 through 13 because of a personal loss and some other stuff. During that time when I had the ability to relax, I would reminisce over times when I was younger (around 7-9) and believed my life then was a miracle. When in reality, not really. Despite me experiencing less hardship during those ages, there still were hardships. Believing my life had no issues at all as a kid, was illogical. And during that time when I was like “facts don’t care about your feelings”, having to realize that I was wrong was an interesting process. I look back at those years with context of why I was like that. Because I was an emotional trainwreck, puberty made it worse and I wanted to feel better during the wack ass time known as middle school. In this regard despite not relating to this issue anymore, I can understand why the Narrator had this mental blindspot. I kinda relate to him in that respect. This is not the only quality or flaw of the Narrator I relate with and I’ll go more in depth about that later. 

(Example: his insecurity of not wanting to sound annoying and his want to be funny, is personally super relatable. There’s a lot of jokes in this essay and I’m still worrying if they’re funny or not. Like I wanna be the funny, silly, little jester to amuse the king. My want to be the class clown in middle school is starting to bite me in the ass.)

The inclusion of these imperfections with the Narrator is unironically perfect when thinking about him as a character we can understand deep down. Whatever superiority he claims to have, falls apart when the player sees him in a vulnerable state; when we see him make mistakes and logical pitfalls. When we see him become agitated or nervous or even self-conscious. When we see him get petty or annoying and when we see him get things stupidly wrong. When we see him get desperate for his story to work out and lose touch with reality as a result. When we see him learn and figure things out right in front of us, seeing how much thought he really puts into making the best story. Even to his own detriment. When we see him as more human and less as a disembodied British Narrator. The Narrator is not perfect but that is why he is so interesting as a character. 

It would be very uninteresting if we see him with absolutely no flaws. As well as not making sense. Because the role of a narrator is a huge responsibility; no one would possibly be perfect. There will evidently be a mistake the Narrator would make that affects the story greatly. The more authority a person has, the more ability one would have to make flawed, questionable or simply bad decisions. What’s more authority than literally controlling the reality around a person? A narrator in storytelling, because of them being written by an imperfect, subjective person, is always going to be imperfect and subjective. The Stanley Parable’s Narrator is a great example of a narrator at their most subjective and reflects this inherent quality quite well. This is not only an interesting literary tool to humanize, but it can be intriguing in many other angles; especially with how many possibilities video games hold. Such as…

Why People Love and Care About the Narrator (Freedom Ending + Zending Ending + Miscellaneous): (WORK IN PROGRESS)

(Note: This is the most subjective section in this essay. This is where I’ll most likely call him a ‘babygirl’. Forgive that.)

This is one of many perspectives of the Narrator the player may feel when thinking about him. Personally this is the perspective I usually fall into, as I have an attachment to the character. I mean if I had no attachment, I would not be writing 30+ pages about this guy. However I recognise how people have different interpretations of the Narrator and those interpretations are not always positive portrayals of his personality. And that is fine by me. The execution of the writing for the Narrator makes it so the player may have a complicated perspective on the character. How one player thinks of the Narrator is not the exact same as how another player thinks of the Narrator. Again, that is also fine by me. I love this fictional character and I love talking about him but I also like to make fun of him. As long as the discussion of those interpretations doesn’t lead to unnecessary arguments, I have no problem with anyone thinking of the Narrator as a pathetic loser. Like his goddamn voice actor describes him as ‘contrary and peevish’, and those aren’t exactly compliments but I’m not even mad. I agree with him actually. I’m not 13 anymore; I can understand why people think of the Narrator differently than I do. This is just a section about how I personally think of the Narrator and one of the many interpretations of his personality. Then I’ll talk about the other versions because well, I kind of like to understand almost any interpretation of the Narrator that isn’t my own. Of course I have a limit to understanding some interpretations, even when I try to understand because I'm a bit of a biased idiot. But I digress.

 The most effective quality of the Narrator being the main voice you hear in the game, is that you know him more than any other character and as a result, you build a connection with him. This is a genuine benefit by having the Narrator ramble about writing and explaining his thought process, as it establishes his character and also makes you understand him in some regard. I recognise how the main criticism of the game is usually people thinking the Narrator’s ramblings are annoying or unnecessary. In which case, I very much disagree. I believe this quality is very necessary when analyzing his character and I personally find it endearing. In my personal experience of talking about things I really like, I ramble quite often because I have so many thoughts in my head about said things. The only reason I can write my feelings about the Narrator semi-coherently in this essay, is because I go to the kitchen or to the shower and just ramble about him. For me, I don’t find someone rambling about what they care about as ‘annoying’. Unless I really don’t like the person. I would usually want to know what they have to say because then, I understand where they’re coming from. When I hear the Narrator ramble about writing and storytelling, I both relate and understand this part of his personality. It makes me pick up just how much the Narrator cares about his Parable story and how many ideas he has to make it the best it can be. 

Since there are a few ways a person can like a character, I’ll explain some of them in depth. First, a person might like the Narrator because of relatability; relating to parts of his personality and sympathizing with his motivations.

As a result of relating to the Narrator, it becomes easier to feel compassion for him. Especially in the endings that represent the Narrator as experiencing emotional distress or hints of comfort and happiness. Because the Player sees him first in a light-hearted and comedic way, they have a basic gist of what the Narrator’s character is supposed to be. It is common for writing to introduce their characters in simple and endearing situations before adding turmoil into their story. So when we see a character that we know experience something that introduces a more nuanced part of their personal story, we get emotionally invested in it. Sometimes a simple statement from the creator outside of the story, is enough to give fans complex ideas about that character. 

If you don’t know what I am implying, Davey Wreden said on a Twitch stream with DougDougDoug that the Narrator is the “platonic ideal of divorce”. This little tidbit without any explanation was enough to create so many inside-jokes in the Stanley Parable community, but for me, I’m always wondering what this is supposed to imply since I heard it a few months ago. But I’ll try to figure it out now. 

The platonic ideal of a concept is a theory derived from Platonic philosophy, describing the absolute idea of a concept but not the physical concept itself. The theory describes how everything in nature can be derived from a perfect form or concept, but will only serve as an imitation of that described ‘perfect’ form. We have never actually seen a perfect circle or a straight line in real life for example, however we understand what a perfect circle is in theory. This is an incredibly simple way of me explaining a very complicated and controversial point of philosophy, so pardon me if I sounded really dumb in this part. Regardless, an example of a platonic ideal of, let’s say, love, is described to be the concept of love in its most perfect, purest, form. So with this in mind, a platonic ideal of divorce is the concept of divorce in its most perfect, purist, form. The meaning of divorce generally outside of legal terms and law, is the separation or dissociation between two things; whether objects or people. So after that unnecessarily long explanation of material reality and philosophy, the Narrator is basically the concept of divorce and severance in its purest form. Now, how the hell does that reflect his character in the Stanley Parable games and how would people care about him? 

Since Wreden said this without any explanation and did not elaborate what this tidbit was supposed to mean, there can be a few possibilities. If I were to write a character that was meant as a pure personification of a concept, I would think of the qualities that make the concept the way it is. If I wrote a character meant as a pure personification of love, I would associate their personality and presence with qualities associated with love. Divorce as a non-legal concept, mostly has qualities associated with separation and alienation. So if someone is divorced from a situation, that usually means they are separate from the situation or are uninvolved. For me this does not really connect with anything unless I can guess how the concept relates to the Narrator. He could be the one bringing divorce and separation to other people, but could also be the one who experiences separation and divorce throughout his existence. If I were to take the concept of divorce in its most abstract form, I would say the Narrator divorced Stanley from his original life; separating him from his coworkers. Due to how little information we got about the Narrator’s connection with divorce, this interpretation is merely an educated guess. 

There is another interpretation I have that is about as possible as the first one I just brought up. The Narrator may be divorced from reality, being separated from directly communicating with anyone who could reciprocate. This is a common quality for Narrators in modern storytelling,  as they are meant for a purpose and their purpose is not to interact with the audience directly. With the exception of Ancient Greek theatrics or improv, modern literature keeps the creation and audience separate to maintain their suspension of disbelief. So this divorce from reality outside of their written purpose for other narrators reflects with the Narrator’s divorce from reality in TSP. Despite the Player being familiar with the Narrator by the end of the games, it’s implied that he isn’t entirely human or at least, he doesn’t understand social conventions. As a result, there’s a definite chance that the Narrator feels alienated from both other people, and reality itself. 

I don’t know about you but I can absolutely see people who feel separated from reality, finding a connection with the Narrator’s alienation. Feeling like you don’t belong or as though you're not human in comparison to other people, is quite a common emotion. Or at least with my experience. The possibilities  for why those feelings of alienation occur is frankly endless, so a person who felt any kind of severance from reality or people would find that part of the Narrator very relatable. For me personally, it’s simply more than that just offhandedly calling him ‘relatable’. I also feel compassion for the Narrator, to relieve his situation of being alienated. Normally when people relate to a character, especially with their flaws, it’s common to want that character to overcome those flaws and be better. Because in our perspective, we identify with that character so we want ourselves to be better alongside this character. To see them grow and be a better person with us. To maintain a connection with this character despite the odds.

His divorce from reality can be both physical and metaphorical, another way in which this is the case is of him being in a video game. Even though most current games usually attempt to immerse the Player into a new world, this only succeeds in an emotional fashion. The physical is not only different in this regard but it will possibly always be different, no matter how much game corporations advertise virtual reality. Because even in VR, the player is not even directly experiencing the game in the same way they would with reality. This is no different from the Stanley Parable, and definitely not with the Narrator. We feel an emotional connection with the Narrator but the developers went out their way to not have us feel any physical connection; by not even showing us what the Narrator looks like. The Player can’t talk to the Narrator, they can’t hold his hand, they can’t give him a soft look, they can’t give him a reassuring embrace. This is the pure embodiment of feeling physically divorced from the reality you’re actively trying to engage in. 

Okay. Now I’m just yearning at this point. I just wanna hold the Narrator’s hand dude.

The Character of the Stanley Parable's Narrator

Alternative Title: Why the Narrator is my baby girl. My boyfriend. The love of my life if you will. My wife even. So beautiful.

Note: This is the Preamble.

Spoiler Warning: (FINISHED)

I think if you’re reading this, you probably know the Stanley Parable in at least a basic regard. As in like you know the gist of the game and you know the Narrator. I would say be careful if you do not want spoilers but talking about the game at all is a spoiler. As well as such, it’s required for me to go into spoiler territory to fully analyze the Narrator, so please keep that in mind while reading. You might see an ending you didn’t play or even knew existed. 

Introduction of the Narrator’s Role and Gaming: (FINISHED)

Before we particularly start on his specific personality, we need to understand the role he plays that make the Stanley Parable the way it is. If his name was not enough of an indicator, he is a narrator and more specifically; an omniscient third-person Narrator. This type of narrator knows and sees all; they know the exact motivations, beliefs, and internal dialogue of the characters in the story. This narrator type fulfills the similar essence of a deity. Narrators in fiction contribute heavily to the story, as they’re a common way for the audience to understand the situation the characters are experiencing. The Stanley Parable subverts this idea by having the audience fulfill the role of the main character, with the Narrator being forced to adapt to the unpredictable wants of the player. 

We see him as that type of narrator if the player follows the exact story the Narrator lays out for them. However a fairly common way people play video games is experiencing the world themselves, without any restrictions or guidelines. So normally, the player doesn’t see him as an omniscient third person narrator; rather an interactable being they can piss off. This lays out a specific difference between modern video games and written literature. Video games are expected to be adaptable to specific playing styles, where written literature is expected to have a focused/contained narrative. If a video game is unadaptable and rigid, it becomes tiring to the player and would require a hefty reward for them to keep playing. A common criticism for most AAA games is how they go under the facade of being open world but directly forcing the player to go in the directions the developers want them to take. If written literature has a confused or unclear narrative, it becomes difficult for the reader to keep their suspension of disbelief. The usual response if the narrative is all over the place and incoherent, is wondering if the writer has ever read a book.

This difference between the two mediums is crucial for the game’ conflict to work effectively as it does. The Narrator represents the expectations of written literature from the reader with everything else representing the expectations of video games from the player. The Narrator is written as rigid and unadaptable and Stanley is designed to be capable of the opposite. This could also explain the aura of poshness surrounding the Narrator, as reading literature had always been associated with the high-class and sometimes pretentiousness; even in the modern era. Additionally, narrators in fiction are expected to be authoritative; having enough knowledge to explain the story to the reader. This could be potentially noted how the Narrator has a voice that can be described as older and mature. This is why unreliable narrators invoke a strong feeling for the reader; as it forces them to be distrustful of authority. At least for a short moment. By contrast, the common expectation for gamers is to understand the story in their terms; without being told by a disembodied voice. And yet… 

The Stanley Parable exists and the game is incredibly popular for being an indie title. Looking up ‘popular indie games’, you get a list where the Stanley Parable is right next to all the other big fellas. 

Giving a slight glance at YouTube, you can see the first result when you look up the game garnering around twenty-three million views. It would be too easy to say “it’s because of Markiplier”,  but he has played the original game before and the most popular video of the original has only 6 million views. There is certainly a more recent, specific niche the Ultra Deluxe version filled, while the original game did not; at least not as efficiently. As such, I will be analyzing the most iconic facets of the Narrator in the Ultra Deluxe version since we see this character in more perspectives. There is something special about the game that is more than simply the additional content. It may be because you get to hear the Narrator’ smooth voice more but that might just be how the Narrator acts as a character. Also noting here, I will be talking about Sad-ist’s Clock 0ut at some point but for me to have this essay be sort of organized; I’m gonna write about it somewhere else.  (Note: I tried to make a Clock 0ut essay but that never happened; sorry)

List of Endings and General Observations / TL;DR for some of the endings (Work In Progress)

The Freedom Ending

“He had won! He had defeated the machine!” - The Narrator

Narrator as a Character: Pure Omniscient Third-Person Narrator

Notes: It’s an interesting contradiction that the only way Stanley gains “freedom”, is when you obey every word and direction the Narrator says. As beautiful as this ending is, it's also deeply ironic.

The Countdown Ending

“After they kept you enslaved all those years, you go and you try to take control of the machine for yourself, is that what you wanted? Control?” - The Narrator

(Kevan Brighting did not need to go hard with the monologue. He did though, and I love it)

Narrator as a Character: Antagonist 

Notes: Ever since I saw this ending + the Jack short film, it’s really fun to imagine a horrific edge to the Narrator. It’s cool as hell. The fact the Narrator’s voice borders on sounding like Brighting’s actual talking voice, actually makes him sound more intimidating. 

The Museum Ending

“When every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance, death becomes meaningless, making life the same. Do you see now? Do you see that Stanley was already dead from the moment he hit start?" - The Female Narrator

Narrator as a Character:

Notes: If I heard more of the Female Narrator, I’d  probably be as attracted to her as I would with the Male Narrator (Bisexual moment).

The Broom Closet Ending

“OH, DID U GET THE BROOM CLOSET ENDING? THEB ROOM CLOSET ENDING WAS MY FAVRITE!1 XD' ... I hope your friends find this concerning.” - The Narrator

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: It’s funny as hell

The Apartment Ending

“This is a very sad story about the death of a man named Stanley.” - The Narrator

Narrator as a Character: Pure Omniscient Third-Person Narrator

Notes:

Not Stanley Ending (or the Real Person Ending)

“Wait a second, did I just see... no, that's not possible. I can't believe it. How had I not noticed it sooner? You're not Stanley. You're a real person.” - The Narrator

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: I like how the ending shows a clear difference between the player and Stanley; and players still feel like Stanley in some of the other endings.

Zending Ending (or the S*icide Ending)

“If we just stay here, right in this moment, with this place... Stanley, I think I feel... happy. I actually feel happy.” - The Narrator 

(God I just want to stay in that place for him and sleep gently with him in my arms. I feel so bad for him. I want him happy and comfortable.)

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: Hold up brb *cries in the shower*

New Content Ending

“If this is new content then I could just read you the entire dictionary, there's 20 hours of new content right there!” - The Narrator

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: I'd kill someone in cold blood to hear him read the entire dictionary

Skip Button Ending

“You constantly have to stop doing anything so the narrator can catch up with his long-winded explanations of what's happening. I wish there was a skip button.” - Cookie9’ bullshit review

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: God they really made my babygirl suffer in silence, desperately begging Stanley to not skip any further; losing his mind as more time slips by

The Sequel Ending

“So forget this Ultra Deluxe nonsense! I say we take it one step even further. Which is why I'm very proud to announce, for the first time ever, The Stanley Parable 2!”- The Narrator

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: I love how this ending was barely an allegory for half-hearted attempts at releases of the once beloved games. How games corporations want franchises so badly, they pump out soulless nostalgia to their audience. Like it’s not subtle at all but I love the honesty.

The Figurines Ending

“It's just - it's those figurines. Those Figleys. I haven't stopped thinking about them since you nabbed every last one.” - The Narrator 

Narrator as a Character: 

Notes: I love how excited this old British man gets when he's talking about the Figley Wiggleys. He's such a babygirl

(07/16/23: Why tf did I write this???)

Little Clarification before I go Balls Deep (The Player =/= Stanley) (FINISHED)

In this essay, I will analyze the Narrator’s personality as well as how he interacts with other characters; but basically just Stanley. However I perceive Stanley and the Player as different entities, so this is here to explain my thought process. So Stanley is purely a fictional character and is in at least two layers of being controlled; by both the Narrator and the Player. The Player is not fictional  and can decide to have Stanley follow or disobey the Narrator. Despite the Player being the main cause of Stanley’s actions, the Narrator reprimands and rewards Stanley as if his actions are of his free will. Example; the Player chooses to put Stanley in the Countdown Ending, where the Narrator believes Stanley did it on his own accord. Aside from the Real Person Ending, the Narrator has no clue that Stanley is controlled by the Player. The Player is different from Stanley but the Narrator is unaware of this. So, I’ll write Stanley and the Player as different people in the context of the Narrator. I hope that makes sense because without knowing the game, you’re probably gonna be very confused. Especially when I talk about the Real Person Ending.

(Additional Note: The section about the difference between The Player and Stanley is how I made my self insert. Nothing too cool; I just thought it was neat.)

[thegodsaremyhome]

hello, hope you're having a great day. i really want to follow this religion, but i don't know how to convert and since my parents are strict christians i won't be able to worship daily and give lots of offerings. and i'm afraid that the Gods and Goddesses might get offended or slightly annoyed that i don't worship them a lot. so, in short, my questions are: how do you convert? and what are some ways to worship for closeted worshippers? have a great day <3

Hi, darling! I hope you’re having a great day as well, so sorry that I’m getting to this a little late.

So, one thing that’s very important to remember is that our Gods are very understanding. If you are physically unable to give frequent offerings because of your life situation They understand. That being said, there are a lot of options for offerings and devotion that can be covert, so no stress!

Becoming a Hellenic Polytheist is really simple. Just choose a deity to worship(and I’d just start with one for now. It can be overwhelming to immedaitely jump into worshiping many,) introduce yourself and begin worship! I even feel like the introduce yourself step is an unnecesary one, but it feels nice and polite to do it that way lol!

If you’d like to have an altar, a common solution is to get a box, like a shoebox or something easy to hide under your bed or a closet, and put all the things you want to use for an altar inside. Whenever you wish to give a little offering, take it all out, give the offering, then put it all inside and hide the box until you’re ready to use it again.

Offerings luckily don’t have to very obviously be offerings. An offering could be something as simple as water, either on your altar or as a form of libation(which is basically when you pray and then pour the water out onto the ground or in the sink.) Food is another one. if you leave a bit of food out and offer it, you can eat it, toss it, or bury it(if it’s safe for the enviroment to do so) when you’re done with it. Anoffering could even be a drawing! So if you like to draw, you could keep a sketchbook for your worship and draw something that reminds you of your deity as a form of offering. I also like to make playlists. I have one for Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Artemis, and I like to listen to them whenever I want to feel close to Them. Jewlery or clothing is another covert option, as you can offer it and then wear it whenever you wish to show devotion.

Devotion can also be shown through various activities, called devotional acts. I love devotional acts because, if you don’t have the energy to give an offering, or you’re worried about getting caught, you can just do something that reminds you of the deity! For example, devotional acts i have for Aphrodite are showering, working out, cleaning my room and other self care acts and beauty routines. For Apollo, it’s crafty stuff like, drawing, writing, crocheting, or also listening to music. For Hermes, it’s stuff like writing, learning new languages or coding. All I do is pray(could be in your head if there are others around and you don’t want to be heard) to Them and let Them know that you’re doing this act for them! I often find that when you do this, they like to join you, so you may feel Their pressence nearby.

[crohno]

SCREWED. ❜ [ Sheriff Hassan x Reader ]

Summary:  You’re as much in my control as I am in yours, Sheriff. Warnings:  18+, blowjobs and general sexy vibes.

Have a request for this guy?  Drop it in my ask box!

“I think you should swing by when you have a moment, Sheriff.”

“I will do.”

It was an empty response, one that he delivered with the sole intention of getting Wade the fuck out of his office.  There wasn’t a chance that he was going to trawl around the neighbourhood looking for some ‘’wayward youth’’, as he’d phrased it, not even in a blind effort to appease the people of Crockett.  So the kid didn’t attend church this week…  so what?

This place was starting to worry him now, if he was being honest.  The locals had always clashed with him on a belief system front, but their intensity towards the church--  particularly Wade and Sturge, and he wasn’t even going to mention Bev Keane in this particular equation--  seemed to be increasing these days.  Their reasons escaped him  -  and he didn’t care to know.

“I hope you do.  Oh, and…”   He paused by the door, giving Hassan a cursory glance.   “You’re still welcome at Mass.”

“... thanks,”   he said dully, not keen on him sticking around any longer.  He knew not to say ‘I’m not a Christian.’ anymore--  not because it wasn’t true, but because nobody listened regardless.  It was a waste of his time, of his breath, and he was growing tired of reminding people.  Mercifully, Wade left a moment later, the door’s soft click making the sheriff release a huff of relief.

His large hand smoothed over your head, stroking your hair gently.  Beneath the desk you knelt, tucked neatly between his legs like a box he’d yet to kick underneath and out of sight.

“Maybe you need to attend church,”   he remarked facetiously, watching as you took his entire length without so much as a gag, your throat delightfully full.   “Couldn’t even wait a minute for the guy to leave?  What am I gonna do with you?”

This was a common occurrence--  a habit that you’d both adopted in direct retaliation to the fiery chemistry between you--  but nobody else had ever entered the office before.  Sheriff Hassan’s post was a quiet one, given how small the island was.  Trouble didn’t often arise in such a pervasively Catholic environment.  Still, the opportunity had been too good to resist…  there wasn’t a chance in hell that you were going to stop, not when there was the chance to make him stutter in front of somebody who was none the wiser.

To his credit, he’d held it together pretty well--  but his grip on your shoulder had been like a vice, fingers digging in with enough pressure to hurt, and you hadn’t missed the slight quaver in his voice when he’d told Wade that he’d see to it.

As if to offend him, you pulled up, letting him go with a satisfying pop!   “Would you rather I stop?”

“Fuck no,”   he replied, a wolfish smile curling across his face as his fist tightened in your hair, guiding you back to your rightful place.  Without complaint, you dragged your lips along the underside of his cock, delighting in its pleasant weight, eyes glued to his face as you followed its curve back up.  You pushed your lips taut around the tip, though did not go any further, a wicked glint in your eye.   “Don’t tease,”   Hassan said darkly, the force of his palm growing harsher, pushing your head further down.  If you’d been able to smirk, you would have, but all you were really capable of was letting your eyes roll back in pleasure, sinking into that wonderful oblivion once more.

Hassan needed this.  He needed it so badly that he hadn’t thought to say no the first time that things had played out like this.  It wasn’t just the sex;  it was the company.  There was exactly one person, not counting his own son, that respected him in this God-forsaken pit of a town and it was you.  You’d never once addressed him poorly, nor spoken ill of his faith.  You were warm, receptive, safe--  and fucking gorgeous to top it all off.

“Fuck…”   His head fell back, a candid moan leaving him as he felt his pleasure mounting, something feral and ugly twisting inside of him like a knife.  This sort of release was a sin, that he could acknowledge, but it wouldn’t stop him.  In fact, he actively chased it--  abused your mouth and between your legs every damn week, sometimes multiple times a week despite your prior agreement that you wouldn’t spend too much time together for fear of getting caught--  and the consequences could be damned.  He was sure that after he died, all the good he’d tried to do in his life would atone for the few times he’d gotten his dick wet.   “I’m…  I’m close, [Y/N].”

You knew what was coming  -  but it was still the sweetest thing in the world to you when he lost control of himself.  He barely managed to manoeuvre you from under the desk without having you bump your head before he stood up, dragging you up onto your knees by your hair.

“Stay still,”   he ordered, his voice stern and hot.  Even without him telling you to, you knew to keep your mouth open, a thin string of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as you stared up at him with bright eyes.  He was large, and though you’d adjusted to him by now, he was still a lot to take.

When he first slid himself into the warm wetness of your mouth, it was difficult for you to fight the urge to lock your lips around him and suck.  By the fifth time, you were blissfully accustomed to the breakneck pace at which he was fucking your mouth with, your lips remaining obediently agape, tongue flat and welcoming.  Your eyes said it all, hazy and smouldering:

I’m so happy you can take your frustrations out on me, Sheriff. You’re as much in my control as I’m in yours, Sheriff. Cum for me, Sheriff.

“Ngh, [Y/N]...”   His hips stuttered to a sudden stop, a guttural growl released as he came.  It was thick and heavy on your tongue, and had you liked him less, you might have thought twice about swallowing it.  This was Hassan, though…  your beloved Hassan, and you couldn’t say no to him, didn’t want to either.   “Le’me see…”   he panted, his thumb hooking onto your lower lip and dragging it down as he observed your now-clean tongue with hawk-like precision.   “Good girl.”

Smiling up at him felt a lot like baring your teeth, a sick sort of triumph roaring to life in your chest.  He may have been overpowering to you, physically stronger without a doubt, but the power you had over him was visible too.  It showed in the rapid rise and fall of his chest, in the labour of his breath, in the trembling hands and the spent cock that was still half-hard.

Without you, there was no pleasure quite like this.

He was just as screwed as you were.

[zodiakuroo]

Love Thy Brother

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings  manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr

part 2 here!

But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11

Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.

Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age.  He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.

And there was Touya…..

Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.

When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively.  The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow.  He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.

Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.

At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.

She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.

Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.

Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.

Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways

Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.

So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.

On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”

As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.

One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.

“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”

You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.

You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.

You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.

You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.

Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.

You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.

“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.

“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.

“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”

“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.

“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”

He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.

“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?” He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.

The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.

“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“No, you weren’t”  he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”

There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.

“I was ah­ I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”

He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.

“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.

“What?” Surely you misheard him.

“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.

“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper

“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”

Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.

You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.

Wait.

You’re wet?

You’re wet.

Well screw dignity I guess.

“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”

You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”

His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.

“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”

“Dabi I-“

“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”

“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.

“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.

You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

Fucking jackpot. He thinks.  This is why he loves virgins.

“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.

You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.

Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.

He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.

He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”

Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.

Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.

You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.

“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.

You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.

“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”

Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.

Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”

Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”

Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.

“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”

You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore

“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?

He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.

You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.

He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.

“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”

“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”

“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”

“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.

“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”

You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”

“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.

“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.

“Yeah close Touya-nii.”

“Hmm me too.”

“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.

“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”

The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.

As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.

“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”

“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts

“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.

“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.

“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”

“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.

“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.

[redheadbigshoes]

A guy posted on Twitter about how a Christian stopped him in the street to read the Bible and he just said “I don’t care because I don’t believe in that”. The Christian guy got so offended (they really forget not everyone is Christian).

But what was most infuriating was to see another Christian say in the comments “you’re not obligated to hear about the bible just like us Christians are not obligated to accept gay marriage that atheists impose on us”.

Gay marriage is a fucking human right. Accepting or not has nothing to do with religion (or the lack of). We don’t choose to be attracted to someone (or not) but you do choose to believe in a shitty religion where you like to obligate others to believe in that and where you love to spread hate. If a man wants to marry another man or a woman wants to marry another woman that has literally NOTHING to do with you.