#don't be someone who ruins it for me and others

[weakformingyu]

Everything has changed | H.J.

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader

Summary: in a game party you find out that your friend, Jisung, might have a crush on you and after that night you might have developed a crush on him too.

Warnings: Han is a loser, awkwardness, jealousy, pool sex 💅🏻, pussy eating, unprotected piv(don't do this at home), a bit of handjob.

Words count: ±3,400

THIS CONTENT IS FOR +18 PEOPLE ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: I have some weird ass writers block right now(have been like this for months 😭) but I'm not dead, I'm still alive and thinking about a hundred fics a day, I just don't seem to manage to write them 🤓☝🏻 anyways, this fic was inspired in this post because Han Jisung got some crazy biceps going on here and I'm on my biceps biting era soooo 💅🏻(don't come for me if it's trashy, I haven't written in a hundred years)

If you like my writing don't forget to reblog, comment and like too. xoxo love yall

“What do you think about Jisung?” Was the question Changbin asked when you chose truth in the game of truth or dare you were playing.

You smile sheepishly as all the boys stare at you excitedly and the girls have a little smirk on their lips, as if everyone knows something you don't.

“Hm, he's nice”, you shrug.

“You know that's not what he meant”, Ryujin says, raising a brow.

“Well, then be more specific”, you roll your eyes.

“Would you fuck him?” Karina asks, making the whole group gasp with her bluntness. Your eyes dart to Jisung, who's as red as a tomato, his bottom lips are stuck between his teeth while he stares at you anxiously.

“That's- I never thought about that, so I'm not sure”, you answer nervously. Seeing Jisung’s shoulders go down and a pout form in his lips.

“Then, there's your answer”, Karina shrugs, turning the bottle so someone else can go.

You were being truthful, you never thought about your friend in that way. You know he's handsome but you always avoid having second intentions with someone so close to you because you don't want to lose a friendship.

However, after that day and after seeing Jisung's reaction to your answer, you can't shake the feeling that maybe he's into you. You constantly catch his gaze lingering on you, when you guys are alone he keeps stuttering and even when your other friends are around, he treats you differently from them.

A few weekends after that night, Chan invites everyone to a get together in his house so everyone's going to sleep there after. Karina, Ryujin and Lia stop by your house in the early afternoon to get you so you can all go to Chan's together. When you get there, the guys are in the pool playing some sort of game, Felix and Changbin are on top of two floats, fighting while Minho is attacking Changbin with his water gun and Jisung is in the middle of both.

You stop in your tracks, watching as Jisung holds Changbins thighs, his biceps are deliciously showing and flexing as the older man falls out of the float and the younger one catches him, grabbing his bottom slightly but you can't help but wish you could be the one being grabbed by him like that.

Yes, you weren't lying that night when you said you had never thought about Jisung in that way. The problem is, that after you did, you couldn't stop. Everything he did from that night onwards caught your attention. His eyes on you, his lips, the way he smirks when someone says something dirty and he thinks no one's paying attention. The way every piece of fabric he wears hugs his body like it was made just for him. Your girlfriends are already onto you, they know something is off and they have the feeling that you finally opened your eyes to the puppy in love in your group of friends, but they decided not to say anything for now, afraid that they are going to scare you off and make you bury your new found attraction for Jisung deep in your heart, afraid to ruin your friendship.

You shake your head, listening to what the others are talking while you go inside to put your things in the guestroom Chan has prepared for you.

You spend the afternoon mostly just sunbathing while observing the guys joking around and other people arrive little by little taking your attention away from the pool.

While you eat, you can't help but notice a blonde laughing too loudly, catching your attention. She pushes Jisung playfully, throwing her head back, making you huff annoyed, you're sure what he said isn't even that funny.

“I'm gonna get some more beer, does anyone want something from the kitchen?” Jisung gets up, asking around.

“I'll help”, the blonde smiles, following him after some people ask for their beverage of choice and your eyes linger on his figure, as he walks away with the beautiful girl.

“Oh, y/n, can you get some more napkins for us?” Ryujin asks. You frown, you're sure you just saw a mountain of napkins somewhere but you have no idea where it went as you look around and can't find it.

“Sure”, you nod, getting up to go to the kitchen.

As soon as you enter the house you can hear the giggles coming from the kitchen. You take a deep breath trying to gather the courage to go inside and see something you're not sure you want to.

The girl is close to Jisung, too close for her own good, attached to his arm, practically hanging on to him. You scowl, feeling the blood in your body boiling, if you weren't sure about your feelings for your friend, you are damn sure now seeing as you're basically foaming at the mouth with the view right in front of you.

Jisungs gaze lands on you immediately when you enter the kitchen, his eyes grow wide and he takes a step back, detaching himself from the girl.

“Am I interrupting?” You ask, knowing well that you are and ignoring the glare the blonde gives you.

“Ye-” she tries to say, but is cut off by the man whose gaze hasn't left your figure since the moment you arrived.

“No”, he gulps, “what are you looking for?” Jisung asks.

“Napkins”, you say, tilting your head and leaning over the counter. Your elbows rest on the surface, purposely bringing attention to your chest.

“Just a minute”, Jisung gulps, turning around and opening the fridge. He takes out four cans of beer and gives it to the blonde. “You can go back first, I'll bring the rest in a minute”

She looks at him for a whole 10 seconds, stunned and then huffs, marching out of there.

“Your girlfriend is lovely”, you tease him, walking around the counter to get closer to him.

“She's not my girlfriend”, he laughs sheepishly, “we were just talking”

“I'm sure you were”, you say sarcastically and stare at him for a moment. “So? The napkins?” You ask.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah! Here”, he says, turning around to open the door to the cabinet on top of the sink.

Jisung’s arms look especially strong when he's flexing like that to pull the packages, it's something so mundane but it makes you blush the same way. He closes the door after and hands the products to you. “I'm going to get the beer for the others and follow you in a moment”

You nod, realizing that everything is different now that you know that you like your friend. You like Han Jisung.

You wake up the next morning feeling like shit, you tossed and turned in your bed until you finally fell asleep. You thought about all the things that could go wrong now that you liked one of your friends. What if things didn't work out between you two, you're sure it would cause a rift on your friend group.

Most people went home after midnight, Chan lets only his close friends crash in his house so you know everyone that stayed the night. Lia is by your side, yapping about what you're planning to do in the afternoon while you bite into your bread and try to not freak out when Jisung shows up in the living room. You keep avoiding his eyes, like you're guilty of something, and you definitely are, guilty of liking one of your friends.

In the afternoon you go out with Ryujin, Felix and Hyunjin, you all wanna walk around in the city and buy some clothes you definitely don't need. In the car you stare outside, your friends notice you're dozing around but prefer to wait for you to tell them if something is wrong.

After buying a new bikini, you just accompany your friends in their shopping spree. When you have no more room in the car for any more bags, you finally sit to get something to eat and while you wait for your order, you seize the opportunity to ask what's been on your mind in the last hour.

“Does Jisung like me?” You ask, you want to be sure that he doesn't want to just sleep with you.

“Where did that come from?” Felix frowns.

“That night I was asked if I would sleep with him”, you blush, “I was just wondering if he likes me or just finds me attractive”

Below the table, your fingers are pressing and scratching one another, you're nervous.

“I thought it was pretty obvious”, Hyunjin says, shrugging and getting elbowed by Felix.

“I don't think we are supposed to talk about that”, the younger one smiles awkwardly.

“Oh, please. It's not like the guy has made any effort to keep it a secret”, Ryujin rolls her eyes. “Clearly y/n likes him, that's why she wants to know”, your friend completes, laughing as your eyes grow wide. “It's not like you are making any effort to hide it either”

“Yes, he likes you”, Hyunjin says, ignoring Felix’s worries, “but he was very disheartened after that night when you said you never thought about him in that way”

‘It's a lie, but you don't need to know that’, he thinks to himself. Hyunjin is much more experienced in the love field, opposite to you and Jisung, so he knows you just need a little push for things to start working out and he doesn't mind being the one shoving you to each other.

“Oh”, that's all you can say.

That means maybe he doesn't like you anymore, right? That girl from the other night was very pretty, maybe she's his new type. She looked very girly and soft, you don't know if you would be considered any of that. Most importantly, she was clearly interested in him, maybe he wants to go after someone who doesn't reject him in front of everyone he knows.

You toss and turn once more in bed, Ryujin is sleeping right next to you and you're afraid of waking her up because you can't sleep. Your mind is so full of thoughts, a million per hour and you just can't stop thinking about how you ruined everything with the guy you like.

Even with the AC turned on, you're still hot and since you don't want to wake up anyone, you silently grab your bikini, putting it on before going to the pool.

You didn't expect to find Jisung there, he's just floating in the water with a pout on his lips and eyes closed, maybe he fell asleep?

You sit comfortably on the edge of the pool, putting only your feet in the water and watching Jisung. After a few minutes of complete stillness, the man opens his eyes, taking a deep breath and sinking into the water.

He comes back a few seconds later, back turned to you and you can't help but watch him. His back is muscular, broad shoulders with a tiny waist. When he turns around, he flinches, seeing you there, staring at him.

“I didn't mean to scare you”, you chuckle.

“It's fine”, he scratches the back of his head, “I thought I was the only one still awake”

“It's really hot, I couldn't sleep”, you say, it's not the whole truth but you're not sure if you want him to know that he's the reason you're still wide awake.

He nods, awkwardly looking around while his hands play with the water. Since that game, you both have been feeling weird near each other, you for discovering these new emotions towards your friend and him for being embarrassed that you knew about his one sided crush.

‘Maybe it's worth it’, you think to yourself. He already risked it all when he let you know about his crush, it's not the end of the world if he doesn't like you anymore, you just have to ask.

“About that night…”, you ask out of nowhere with a courage you have no idea where it came from. “Do you still like me?”

Jisung opens his mouth a few times, closing it right after, not knowing what to say. He takes a deep breath before answering.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything”, he sighs.

“Do you still like me?” You frown, repeating your question.

“Yeah, I do”, he shrugs, embarrassed.

“I never thought about you that way before”, you say, seeing the pout growing in his lips, “but after that night I kinda did”

Jisung stares at you for a minute before speaking again.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I like you back”, you feel your whole face heating while you wait for him to react. You both are still far from each other, Jisung in the middle of the pool while you're at the edge. His eyes grow wide and his lips open like he has something to say but doesn't know how.

He starts coming close to you, your heart beating faster as the distance between you both lessens, until the man stops in front of you, his hands landing on each side of your thighs but still not touching.

“Can you repeat that?” He blushes, “I don't want you to say you like me back just because you pity me”, he bites on his bottom lip and you smile. You cup his face with your hands, bending down so you can kiss him. His lips are soft and he tastes good, sweet, like something you would never get tired of. His hands finally touch your skin, sliding to your thighs and squeezing the plushy flesh.

“If you knew me at all, you'd know I would never lie about liking someone”, you let go of him, smiling and giving him a peck before growing the distance between your faces.

“I just really like you”, he blushes, biting his bottom lip, finally letting his gaze travel down your body, going through your tits pushed up by the bikini top and going down your stomach, until it reaches your bikini bottom, his hands squeezing your thighs even more to the view of your body in front of him.

“Is that so?” You smirk, “show me then”, you smile, bending down to whisper in his ear. “Show me how much you like me”

Jisung doesn't waste any time, grabbing your face with only one hand and squeezing your cheeks, kissing you harshly. His other hand slides up, pulling the strings of your bikini bottom so he can untie the bow. He pulls away from you, leaving kisses down your neck, he has his hand down on your pussy, putting on a finger and watching your reaction to it.

You moan, grinding your hips against his hand so you can feel him deeper. Jisung has his mouth slightly opened, dazed with the little whimpers you let out when he adds another finger inside you. Your hands go instantly to his shoulders, nails burying in his skin while his other hand unties the top of your bikini, freeing your tits. Jisung watches them bounce with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. He can't help himself, coming closer, his mouth closing on your left breast, his tongue playing with your nipple, making you moan.

His thumb slides to your clit and you bite on your bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise — at least not more than you're already making.

The man smiles, kissing down your stomach, getting closer to your pussy and you can feel his breath hitting the skin, making you tremble.

He licks a stripe between your folds, your hands fly to his hair pulling the locks. Jisung's hands slide to your thighs, pulling you more to the edge of the pool. Putting your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your ass so he can eat you out more intensely.

He looks like a man starved, the way he groans and moans just by feeling your taste. Jisung is so turned on he could come just by feeling your tight pussy in his mouth. The sounds you make are divine, he can't believe he gets to hear you like this, because of him, just for him.

“I- I'm gonna-”, you can't even finish your sentence, moaning the moment you try to say more than three words.

“Come for me, baby”, he stops eating you out just to say it, going back to work as soon as the words leave his mouth, he stares at you intensely from down there, working even harder and making you come undone in his mouth.

You take a few deep breaths, eyes closed. You can't believe how good he's at this and it also makes you a bit jealous, how did he get so good?

You watch as the man cleans around his mouth with his thumb, immediately taking the finger to his mouth to lick it clean and you hold the moan that wants to escape your mouth.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks, not expecting you to but hoping that you do.

You nod, untying the other side of your bikini bottom, throwing the piece of fabric behind you.

You take Jisung's hands in yours, guiding them to your waist as you push yourself into the water. The man holds you, kissing your lips as soon as you are close enough to him. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your thighs when he pulls you towards him, wanting to feel your body on his and you can feel the heat growing all over your body again.

You slide your hand inside his shorts, grabbing his dick and making him whimper in your mouth. You bite on his bottom lip, your hand makes movements of back and forth, making Jisung bend down and bite your shoulder, trying to suppress his moan. You groan, it feels good having him so close to you, marking you as his.

You pull his shorts down all the way down, pushing yourself up and wrapping your legs around his hips. Jisung grabs his cock, rubbing his tip on your entrance, slightly teasing your clit.

“Are you sure about this?” He groans, trying to control himself, “after this I won't let you go”

You nod, closing your eyes in anticipation.

“Words”, he whispers, barely being able to hold himself back.

“Fuck.me.now”, you say with gritted teeth, opening your eyes to stare at him, holding onto his shoulders when he finally enters you.

You feel like heaven when he's inside you, your velvet walls tightening around him make him groan.

“Shit”, he cusses, biting on his bottom lip. “You're so hot”, he gets closer, kissing you deeply. His lips are so soft, you could never get over it.

Jisung starts thrusting, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer, fucking you deeper.

Your hands slide to his hair, pulling the locks while his lips go down your neck. He bites on your skin, sucking the area until it's red and you're sure it's gonna leave a mark. One of his hands goes to your clit, rubbing the bud, making you get closer to your climax.

“I'm close”, he says, his thrusts faster and his fingers working diligently.

“I'm close too”, you say, kissing him, feeling his thrusts getting sloppier. You feel the hot liquid being spilled inside you, but he doesn't stop. Jisung keeps going, putting more pressure into your clit until you're trembling around him. He whimpers in your mouth, his hips faltering and both of your breaths growing tired.

He rests his head on your shoulder for a few seconds, before moving away from you, staring at you like you're going to fight him and run off.

“I guess you like me a lot”, you smirk, watching him blush and smile.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” He asks, biting on his bottom lip.

“I thought you'd never ask”, you smile, giving him a peck on the lips. “I even already have the reason for our first fight”, you raise one brow, laughing as his eyes grow wide.

“What?”

“You are going to have to explain to me how you got so good at eating pussy”, you tease and he smiles.

“I guess I'm just a natural”, he shrugs, making you shake your head in amusement and kiss him.

You could get used to this, you definitely can.

[frownyalfred]

Why is it so hard to find ppl that actually understand bruce? I am tired of either finding ppl that see him as an abuser or others that only love wfa version of him I am really tired of this like really I can't even join a Fandom without getting my favorite character not getting mischaracterized left and right 😔

I'm going to rant a little bit here, and I apologize in advance. This isn't really directed at you. But I'm kind of tired of this flavor of ask. I get it a lot -- half of these asks are praising me for having a "good" interpretation of canon, and the other half are blasting me for being too "fanon" and bending too much to fandom tropes in my posts and writing. And of course the nonstop WFA hatred in my inbox is tiring.

Be the change you want to see in the world. If you don't like what the fandom is doing to your blorbo, write him your way. But sitting at the edge of the playpen complaining about how someone else is playing with their toys isn't useful. And it's really getting annoying to me, as a content creator.

I'm also tired of the superiority some canon-adherents have over those who write/draw more fanon tropes. So many of you are SO bitter over the idea that fandom is "ruining" Bruce or your other Batfamily blorbo because how DARE they write your blorbo in that way that is so OOC. How DARE they! And yet, you sit on the sidelines and create bitchy tumblr posts about how those fandom participants are stupid, or ill-informed, or simply don't have the higher thinking ability to understand your blorbo like you do.

And yet. You don't write Bruce the way you "enjoy." You don't create content or share posts or promote those canon characteristics you so highly value. Instead, you write posts complaining about the others in this fandom and deride them for being stupid like adhering to canon strictly somehow makes you better than anyone else. You mock their acceptance of fanon tropes as canon as if there is required reading in this fandom, entirely dismissing the idea that the line between DC fanon/canon is confusing as hell on a good day, and ignoring that the natural progression of engaging in fandom is finding out -- sometimes on your own timeline -- what actually happened in canon. Especially when canon is so vast.

And guess what? At the end of the day, we are all on the fandom website(s). You're still reading fanfiction at the end of the day. Canon or fanon or some blend of the in-between, you are still a fan participating in fandom content in some way or another. And we are all equal in that respect.

We are all here to enjoy these characters. Fanfiction is a medium that allows us to further explore canon, yes, But it is also a way to explore the OOC, the what-if's, the out of character but fandom-fave ideas and tropes people want. The fact that OTHER people enjoy those things should never impact your enjoyment of fandom.

If you cannot handle someone else playing with the same toys as you, but playing with them in a way you don't like, you need to go back to preschool. And if someone won't give you your toy back, find another one. Write the story. Create the post. Build your own engagement from the ground up, finding likeminded people if you can. They are definitely on here.

But I get the impression that when people complain about fanon "ruining" fandom, what they're actually saying is "I'm upset that canon content isn't as popular as fanon content." And that, I can't help you with. We can't always change what other people love or want to engage with.

I'm sorry that this rant is blunt, but it's been simmering inside me for a while. I'm really tired of getting and deleting this ask 15 times a day. You will not find much sympathy on this blog for canon purism and the derision of fanon/fandom, and for that I apologize. But it's the truth.

I enjoy consuming content about both "fanon" and canon Bruce. I like the contrast and complexities. But I have seriously had to stop following a ton of blogs in the last year who don't create "canon" content anymore and instead spend their time complaining about other people in the fandom who are just enjoying themselves and creating their own content. It's incredibly disheartening and frustrating.

[theambitiouswoman]

I have been celibate for 3+ years & I wanted to share how this has helped shaped who I am.

Disclaimer: This is not me telling you what to do with your life and your bodies. It comes with zero judgement. I am of the belief that there is a season for everything, and we evolve into many different people in our life. I would be remiss if I didn't say that I definitely think it's a good idea to practice it. I do believe that psychologically, spiritually & emotionally having casual sex has a lot of negative implications for both men and women. However your beliefs around intimacy are purely up to you. Sex isn't bad, that's not what I am saying, but when you are having sex with someone you are absorbing their energy, and the energy of their past lovers too, so having sex with the wrong person can really ruin you.

Honestly the idea of anyone touching me if they do not meet my needs emotionally, mentally, physically etc absolutely disgusts me. I have never been of the type of let anyone "have me" but even more so now. Remember that when you start treating yourself differently, your perspectives and the things you are attracted to also start to change.

Maybe some girls don't understand this so I am going to say it. You do not have to sleep with a man for him to like you, love you, treat you well, or buy you things. If you haven't experienced this, you may not agree. But this is my reality and the reality of so many others, so yes it is actually totally possible.

I will say that the first year can be difficult but after that it gets much easier cause your mindset changes. I recommend taking that first year to really dive in and analyze your relationships, work on your wounds etc. Feeling lonely is something I see come up a lot, and while human beings are not designed to be alone, you should not feel lonely and that is probably a good starting point to work on with yourself if that is the case.

Anyway, these are some of the changes I have experienced:

1. Greater mental clarity and can focus more on personal goals, career & self development.

2. Reduced emotional turbulence. Creating better emotional balance and inner peace.

3. Realizing self love and self worth come from you, rather than seeking external validation. It reduces stress, increases self awareness & provides identity outside of others.

4. Higher standards, better boundaries. Intimacy is a choice, not a necessity. Being unable to control your lust is a weakness. Understand that falling in love purely through sex is lust, wounds and attachment / abandonment issues, need for validation, insecurity etc.

5. Insane increase to intuition.

6. Gives you control over your body and life. It allows you to be more selective about who you let into their personal space.

7. Increased creativity & passion to channel into art, projects, or other personal endeavors.

8. For those recovering from past trauma or heartbreak, celibacy can be a time for healing and self reflection. It offers the space to process emotions, heal old wounds and rediscover yourself.

9. No energetic enmeshments with toxic souls, which btw you are absorbing all of it. Grosses me out any time I think about it.

10. Even prettier than before (but i'm sure not entertaining toxic men and drama contributes to that as well)

11. People are even more drawn to be because of my strong sexual energy & pure aura.

[marshemillow]

Honestly, the fact that they hurl verbal abuse at you in response to being called mean speaks volumes about how they actually work.

Like? What do you expect my mom to do when she finds out I'm proship? Tell me to kill myself? Call the police so they can lock me up? Immediately steal my phone and rifle through my computer for evidence of icky ship art? My mom has an actual literature degree, why do you think she would care?

When you ask the average person, "How do you feel about people who ship minor/adult ships?" they're going to be confused because they don't know what that is. When you instead ask them, "How do you feel about people who make art where a child anime character is portrayed as romantically involved with an adult anime character?" they don't care because that is a non issue. Most people have actual lives that don't have room for caring about how people are drawing cartoon characters together because most people simply aren't interested. They have more important things to do than be bullies online.

I'm not huddled up in my room scared for my life because my neighbors might find out I'm a proshipper; They're all proship too, they just wouldn't use that word.

So I find it interesting that antis keep defaulting to, "Tell your family you're proship!" as if it would change anything.

It's because shame is all they know.

They beat themselves up over anything and everything in fiction, ruminating over their thoughts, worried it makes them evil. They attack others in their in-group to keep them in line, and guys? Using shame and fear to keep people obedient is TEXTBOOK cult manipulation. That's one of the reasons why I keep calling antis a cult.

So when someone says that they're mean, what do they do? They shame you. It works on other antis, so surely it would work on someone who's actually doing something wrong! If everyone knew they were proship, it would ruin their life!

When in reality, it just exposes how out of touch they are. They've fallen so far down a pipeline that they think they're the ones with common sense, when the only people offline who agree with them are neo-fascists and totalitarian communist leaders. They're the people who think totally sfw queer art should be marked 18+ because they think gays are ruining their good christian children.

They hear that people think they're mean, and immediately prove them right.

And they aren't self-aware enough to even realize that's what they've done.

anyway proshippers are some of the nicest, sweetest, most welcoming, most understanding, COOLEST friggin' people i've ever had the pleasure to meet. it's so nice not having to walk on eggshells abt what i like, and not worrying abt people cutting me off just bc i like a certain ship, or game, or whatever.

y'all are my faves and i love every one of y'all /platonic, and i hope you all have a nice snack today to treat yourselves :3c

[crimeronan]

ultimately i think that if you are trying to glean information about a person's real life personality or priorities or morals based on their taste in fiction then.... you are wasting your energy. like i don't even mean this in a shipping discourse kind of way, i'm also talking about like. those posts like "you like enemies to lovers because you want someone to see you at your worst and still love you" and "you like girl-next-door romance because you crave being known and loved by someone who's seen every part of you" or "you like BDSM porn because you want someone else to take control of your life."

these posts are frequently made in jest but. they drive me insane. i am aware this is a no fun allowed kind of take and i am Not trying to ruin anyone's fun, i just..... good God. can we stop applying pop psychology and freudian analysis and other such bullshit to our reading habits. please. please god. please.....

and on the other hand. if there are people already poised to take this in bad faith..... yes, of Course i'm the type of person to make this post, since i write largely horror-rape-torture-murder bullshit. and i actually would Love for people to assume i'm dangerous due to the horror-rape-torture-murder bullshit, since in actuality i am trapped in the body of a fat physically disabled soccer mom, and it sounds nice to be scary.

but like. being completely, totally, 100% sincere here. like i am not being a bitch, i am trying to impart genuine advice. IF you're spending a lot of time stressing out about what fiction does or doesn't say about you, your peers, your family, or (maybe especially) the people you dislike....

....your energy is being sucked into a black hole. Find Another Thing To Stress Over. Thank You

[oshinohoshi]

Oshi no Ko chapter 166 thoughts - the end of all things

So uh... the only positive thing I can say here besides the beautiful Ai art is that I felt sad reading the page where Miyako was hugging Ruby. Everything else left me completely empty

This chapter is either:

A) A self-aware ending meant to show that life is suffering and the idol industry will suck out your soul if you let it

B) Outsourced to someone who skimmed OnK for 30 seconds on Wikipedia before putting pen to paper

It has to be A, right? You can't tell me that the same author wrote both of these pages without the right being ironic

But I don't think so because big brained Akane is the one clumsily narrating this crappy montage masquerading as a real ending

Aqua died for nothing. His sister is now a soulless cog in the idol machine

Ruby is mimicking Ai's speech - "Lies are an outstanding kind of love... We pile on the lies and no matter how hard things get, we sing and act happy onstage. It's a fun job!" But she forgot the rest of it: "Only, I'd like the 'being happy' part to be real. Nobody notices, but we have hearts and lives of our own. Happiness as a mother. Happiness as an idol. Normally you'd have to pick one, but I want both. Ai Hoshino is a greedy girl"

Ai wasn't only a misunderstood girl who worked hard to please her fans. That was a big part of her story but she also broke the rules to create her own family, her own happiness

Ruby, on the other hand, seems to have no real desires anymore, she's just following a path she believes her mother and Aqua paved for her. Never mind that Aqua only wanted it in the end because she wanted it and Ai just wanted her kids to be happy

You can tell that Akasaka is patting himself on the back for making a cyclical narrative where Ruby becomes Ai 2.0 by being commodified, scrutinized, and idolized like Ai was

But it's such a flimsy parallel when it comes to the theme of lies because lying to hide your grief =/= "lies are love" which was the only way Ai knew how to frame her genuine desire to love

And Ai's "I love you" to her kids was true whereas Ruby has swallowed her own lie that being an idol is fun even when you're just doing it to outrun your pain

What this chapter showed us is that the meaning of Ruby's life is to be Ruby of B Komachi and she was put on Earth to sing pop songs. Because that's what Ai did, right? If I remember correctly, her final words were "I'm so glad I got to be an idol #blessed"

My God was the Dome concert soulless. Miyako and Ichigo crying happy tears is a punch to the gut. Doesn't Miyako know her daughter is still hurting?

The last scene is so fucking depressing

Ruby, are you okay? Blink twice if you still remember your life outside the idol industry!

The last two pages work really well as horror. She has a brilliant smile but you can tell that she's dead inside. She's got more merch on her table than photos. Why doesn't she have a corkboard of family photos? Although I more or less have this Ai plushie and it's pretty cute so I'll give this a pass because it's hilarious

I guess the takeaway here is to live for others and life is painful so just grin and bear it. Oh yeah, and inspire other young women to join an industry where they get to act happy and lose their humanity. Cool

I mean I get that it's supposed to be about moving on with your life even while grieving and that's a good message, sure, but Aka's insistence on using the word "lies" multiple times as if saying it makes it make sense ruins the whole thing

The most insane part is that this chapter is a wholehearted endorsement of the lies sold by the entertainment/idol industry

I haven't even said anything about anyone besides Ruby because what's the point? Aka didn't have time to do justice to any of the characters I grew to love

It's clear something went wrong with the timeline of wrapping up OnK. No artist wants to execute a final chapter like this. I'm convinced the film reel edges are Aka and Mengo's way of telling the reader, "we know this is a shitty clips show so don't @ us on Twitter about it"

But it's so much worse than that. Aka really decided to tear to shreds everything he worked so hard on for 4 years. Damn

This is my favorite manga and I'll always love that it gave me Ai, my most beloved character of all time, but this leaves an extremely bitter aftertaste. It's really hard to believe that the same person who wrote vol 1 wrote this.

OnK has been pretty important to me. Reading weekly, chatting with fans, and reaching dangerous levels of Ai brain rot has actually been a helpful distraction. TBH I've been a little too invested in it but sometimes you need escapism. So it's crazy that I'm kind of glad it's over.

But this is why fanfic, fanart, and your own headcanons exist. In another universe, this manga wrapped up beautifully and I was depressed for weeks because I couldn't look forward to it anymore. In this universe, at least we're all suffering together here at the end of all things.

And at least the little Hoshino family is still adorable. Too bad Ai is dead, Aqua is dead, and Ruby desperately needs grief counseling. But NEVER MIND. Look at Ai's smile and the twins' faces. This was the Oshi no Ko I really loved.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Took me a bit to think of this. BUUT Here I am 😈 For Genderbend Wukong month A male y/n who is the owner and main bartender of a bar (or tavern for the historical monkies). Charming, and a tease, but with an ice cold, calculating temper if someone were to mess around with his bar, or lord forbid, his monkey queens. Also the kind of guy to hide a shotgun under the counter of his establishment 0-0 (or some blunt weapon in the historical ones)

Like, one day he is chilling in the bar, chatting with monkey queen, some knucklehead walks in and tries to start trouble with monkey queen. But before she can kick them to kingdom come, Y/N shoots dude in the head with the shotgun, (alternatively, bashes their skull in with a bat) then just turns around and says; "I do hope that was not too much trouble for you, sweetheart. Here, have any drink, on the house." Calm and sweet as if he's not covered in blood.

This is Very Moe szyslak coded and I love it🤣🤣🤣

(Lmk Wukong) You have her wrapped around your lego claws with how sweet and kind you are. You first met a few months back when she wanted a to buy some drinks for her home, that was until she made eye contact with a Hot male monkey with a sweet smile, that left her breathless. You smiled at her

(M/N) Welcome to my bar peachpie, now what can I get you??☺️

Yeah Wukong was struck with cupids arrow that day, and for weeks she continued to both visit you and blab to everyone about you. Mk and Mike (male mei) can tell she liked you alot and decided to meet you along with everyone else. Of course you welcomed everyone with the same friendly smile and got soda and snacks for everyone and you all became fast friends, until the atmosphere was ruin by Wukong's enemies who didn't like the idea of losing to a women🙄🙄🙄 Mk and the others joined in the fight to help her. Until the demons were blown away with their corpses on fire, everyone slowly turned to see you holding a shotgun with an angry look on your slightly blooded face.

(Mk) WHOA!!!?!?!😲😲😲

(Macaque) God damn😥😥😥

(Mike) BRO HE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN THEIR ASSES!!!!!!

(M/n) Yeah Sorry about the mess folks, I'm usually better at controlling my temper, here's some snacks and drinks on the house 😥

All Wukong did was stare at you with a blush on her face

(MKR Wukong) Wukong has been acting Strangely, not in a I'm mighty pissed but in a I might have met someone and i don't want people to know way. Pigsy being the nosy fat bastard he was followed Wukong to a place called M/n's tavern, and their he saw her purring and flirting with a tall monkey man. She was smiling and every as she cuddle and laid on to the chest of the taller male, the two even kissed🤩😲. To say Pigsy was shocked is an HUGE understatement, because Wukong got a boyfriend!!! While pigsy ran to tell the monk Wukong sat and had a few drinks with you.

(M/n) more wine for you my dear as you tell me about your day😊

(MKR)(blushes) Oh yes and thank you😌

As you guys continued your date, when a large Demon thug busted in demanding to fight the monkey queen, Wukong was automatically pissed as her quality time with you was interrupted. Then something she didn't expect happened before she can do anything, she saw a large spiky bat make contact with the jacka**'s face he was now a headless bleeding corpse. Just in time to see the monk and the pilgrims bust in but Wukong was looking at something else. Soon the group joined at staring at you with a large bat and some blood on your angry face

(M/n): I'm awfully sorry about the mess dear here's some drinks for you and your friends, I'll clean this up.

Wukong was more madly in love with you then ever, and everyone can also see why your dating.

(NR Wukong) She quickly became a regular at your bar, you told her you don't get many beautiful woman around your bar and she was hooked! Every night she would come back for not only the drinks but to see the sexy man that man's the bar from behind. You had no problem flirting back at her for being such a sweetheart even giving her a few drinks as you bond and flirt

(M/n) My dear queen, this is the 4th night in a row surely my drinks Can't be that good😇

(NR) Oh your drinks are fine, but I'm loving the one who makes them even more😉😘

Just then a group of demons came Barging in not only making a mess in the bar but as began harassing the monkey queen, which totally raised yours and Wukong's blood pressure. Wukong got up and was going to teach these loser scrubs idoits a lesson before she saw not one, not two but all of the bastard get blowed to the shadow realm. Wukong was shocked at the look at your face as you were pissed and had blood on it while holding your large shot gun. You finally and apologized to her.

(M/N) Here's another drink madam, as an apology for my Barbaric outburst😥

Wukong would have loved the other drink if she was busy Making out with you.

(HIB Wukong) Fudge did Wukong have a very stressful week, Luier caught a cold and Silly boy has been acting up lately. Not to mention some more demons were picking fights with her, over a lot of old stupid sh*t. She was just so stressed out and needed to unwind a bit so, she went to your bar and fell face first exhausted. After a While a fancy drink was put in front of her

Wukong was mildly confused then she looked up to see a Incredibly handsome monkey man with a sweet smile offering her a drink

(M/n) Here Darling you look like you can use itsmack

(Wukong) I'm sorry I'm kinda strapped for cash

(M/N) darling no you deserve it

Wukong smiled as she felt relaxed around you and soon found herself opening up to you about everything in her life, that was until a group of knucklehead decided to come and mess up your tavern, while harassing the monkey queen. You quickly guessed these are the cause of Wukong's stress, and before Wukong can Get up and whooped their ass again. You grabbed a large spiky bat from behind your bar and Whacked those guys so hard that they became classified blood stains on your floor. You face was distorted from rage and covered in blood then you turned to Wukong...

(M/n) I apologize for both the mess and the outbursts, your drink is still on the house I'll take care of the mess😅

Wukong now wandered if you were single😮😳

(Netflix Wukong) She stood infront of M/n's tavern with a nervous blush on her face, she looked over to see Lin give her a thumbs up before she took a deep breath and finally went inside. You see Wukong had grown a huge crush on the owner of the place AKA you, for weeks now but she never knew how to talk to you until she got some advice from Lin. Now here she is walking over to you saying hi and introducing herself to you. You had quickly gave her your name with a gentle smile, she was quick to relax and hit it off well.......that was until some demons who were beefing with the monkey queen Barge in and made a mess at your bar. As the demanded for a rematch and Wukong was mighty pissed at them for ruining her first impression for you, well that was until the same demon quickly became smashed fruity under a large bat. Wukong was shocked to see you holding a large bat you hit behind your bar, you calm down and made a drink for her

(M/n) Here sweetheart it's on the house sorry you had to see that😓😓😓

Later Lin had ask how it went, and Wukong told him your both already dating with Marriage in mine🥰🥰🥰

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh she was a regular at your tavern coming over every night and drinking your rice wine and paying you more then the drinks were worth. She was quite a handful but you never minded you love when she would come over, for she had plenty of interesting stories for you to listen too. Wukong also valued her time with you as she liked you more then a Companion and saw you as mate material but then one nice....

(M/n) So then what happened queenie??🙃

(BMW) Well, I knocked all those pathetic men on the asses. The look on their face was priceless 🤣

You were both laughing at the story, until some Familiar faces came and Barge into the tavern turns out the guys she whooped were not taking their loss to great and followed Wukong here for a rematch. Wukong was ready to grant the their suicide request until suddenly a Bat bat bashed their heads in turning them all into minced meat, it was you with blood covering your enraged face.

(M/n) I'm sorry my queen I'll get this cleaned up right away 😓

Wukong just stood their with hearts in her eyes😍😍😍

(Destined one) Now it was the destined one who captured your heart first, especially when she had such a cute face even when she looked curious. She came to your tavern because she had walked quite a way and her feet were killing her badly. You learned in her silence that she's called the destined one and that she is on a mission, and you took it upon yourself to listen and take care of her offering her to stay at your tavern. That was until thugs had bust in trying to rob not only you but he harassed and insult the destined one. She was just gonna ignore the guy until she saw you take out a bad and turn that moron into a pile of guts. You had blood on your face but turned calmly to the destined one and gave her a drink

(M/N) On the house young miss, I'm sorry about my outburst.I just didn't like what he said to you😊

The Destined one did not know what to make if this, but now she was very interested in you

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[spikezonebby]

this time i do have horny stuff for you. bad month to have the idea in but oh well. I have this strange HC that Cybertronians are really sensitive in certain parts, for example, a Seeker's wing tips, or just any Cybertronian's spark chamber.

So I had this idea. A human builds a device, basically a fucking rose toy but more hidden. Calls the poor test subject Transformer over and asks them to open their chassis, put the device on their spark chamber, and fucking turns it on. Basically its like putting a vibrator on their clit....

Listen Ghosty we don't worry too much about no-nut-november around here. We're around for a good time not a long time. Heads up, this one got away from me.

Sex toys, spark chamber stimulation, and orgasm denial under the cut! Also a little KOBD with Knocks being a menace. Do I also tag pet humans? It's mentioned once. Eh not gonna tag it, it's not worth hunting for if you're into it lol

Now the *spark chamber* being sensitive? Oh that's a fun one. I thought about the spark because duh, spark merging. But the chamber? Kinda makes sense when you think about it because you gotta know when your important internals are being harmed.

The idea of sticking a rose vibrator on one of them though is hilarious lmao imagine if it's someone like Prowl or Shockwave with a huge chassis so they *can't reach it to take it off.*

What are some other Cybertronians with big chassis that wouldn't be able to reach it? Breakdown probably. TFP Predaking? Predaking is hilarious too because he's so HUGE can you imagine him trying to scrape his huge servos over his chamber to knock it off and he keeps missing it?

There's a size element here too because this could be good on *anyone* huge. TFP Megatron with a mischievous pet human that stuck it on him when he was recharging and it's not strong enough to get him off but it is strong enough for him to notice it.

All the time.

For hours on end.

And he's got big servos, he probably can't even pinpoint exactly where it is! Even worse if it's someone who just keeps turning it off and on periodically.

On the note with Breakdown I feel like-- if you follow me for kobd reasons-- Knocks would love torturing poor BD with it. He already thinks the humans have good tastes in horror movies and cars, he can probably appreciate their ingenuity when it comes to sex too. Plus, he seems like the type to think a rose vibrator would be cute. He'd display his sex toys as little art pieces around his room.

So Breakdown definitely gets one stuck on his spark chamber where he can't reach it. Maybe this is Knock Out's way of revving his conjunx up for some rough interfacing that night? On the occasion Knocks does want to get knocked around by BD, he's gotta properly wind him up first so Breaks can just ENTIRELY ruin him.

Or accidentally make BD overload like six times throughout the day. Knocks is having fun anyway.

[rat-rosemary]

For a single moment, look back at me. Pretend I didn't leave you, pretend I didn't betray you and leave you and your family's home in ruin. Look at me like I'm someone you could still love, someone you could still mourn.

Don't call for him! For that other man who talks softly to you across the glass, who you call your love! Look back at me, don't kneel by the drowned body of your new lover, don't let these people I do not know but are always around hold you and lead you away! The water is flowing in, look at me Sapnap, LOOK AT ME! SAPNAP! SAPNAP!

SAPNAP DONT LEAVE ME, LOOK AT ME!

[ghostmoon1]

Dusted Rivalries - Chapter Five

Chapter Four | Master List | Chapter Six

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You find a dog show being held locally in the newspaper, with a prize that can surely save the farm! But Simon is opposed to the idea...

Paring: You'll find out soon :3

Words: 2,072

Warnings: Swearing and arguments, mentions of smoking, Johnny being a flirt

A/N: RAHH I love this chapter quite a lot guys :3 I can't wait to move my focus back fully onto this fic, Comfy-Vember is a very nice break but I've been watching Yellowstone and now I'm getting more ideas for this. And a reminder, TAG LIST IS OPEN AND ALWAYS IS!!

Golden liquid you call it. Warm tea, warming up your insides on a cold morning. Sighing as the cool mug touches your lips, letting the liquid pool in your mouth for a moment to savour the sweet taste, then letting the warmth spread down your throat, feeling it warm you up like the sun. Pure heaven.

Until it was ruined by a thump on the dining table behind you.

Big bastard

You twirl around to see Simon throwing the newspaper on the table and slumping down in a seat, grumbling to himself as he takes out his phone. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” you mutter, more to yourself but he obviously heard.

“Shut it,”

You roll your eyes and grab the newspaper, sitting your tea on the table as you flick through the pages. “Hm… Dog show? Prize can include… oh my god up to ten grand?! That-”

“No.”

Simon's voice was sharp and cold as he moved across the kitchen to make his own tea. His movements were stiff, and tense. 

“What do you mean no? Ten grand could save the farm, John said-” you begin to argue back, but are quickly cut off by Simon again, slamming his mug down on the table. 

“I said no,” he growls, narrowing his eyes as he studies you, disapproval dripping off his features. You stare back, showing him that he didn't scare you. Well, he did a bit with the way he towered over you, but letting that show would only fuel his disapproval and judgment more.

“Why not?!” you argue, throwing the paper back onto the table and crossing your arms. You meet his gaze, fighting the urge to pull back and not be so stubborn. But if something like this were to work, it could help. He’d be eating his words if you got Dolly into it and won.

“She’s too old for that shit,” he snaps, putting his mug back down on the sink with a bit too much force. 

The words ‘too old’ leaving his mouth made you want to yank his hair and yell at him. “What. So, old dogs can't learn new tricks?” you bite back, anger coursing through you at the idiotic words you were hearing.

“Poor thing would break a leg if she tried doing the shit they do in those!”

“You just don’t believe in her.”

“I don't want our fucking dog getting hurt because of your stupid antics! This isn't even your place to be arguing back with me. If you want to do it get your own fucking dog!” he yells, striding across the room to get closer to your face, trying to get his point across. 

How satisfying it would be to just slap him. Of course you wouldn't, you’d probably be flying across the room within the next second if you tried. You settle on staring at him with a cold expression.

“Do you have any other ideas then? Or are you just gonna do shit nothing” 

“This is our fucking farm, our fucking home. Not yours. This isn't your battle,” he snarls before leaving, striding out of the room with anger radiating off him, it might as well left a sour smell behind. Your eyes stay on him until he’s out of sight, then sigh and bury your face in your hands.

Who knew trying to help would be so hard? He almost felt as stubborn as you, if not more. But what if doing this helped? What if you could save the farm, with the help of Dolly? Surely he’d be grateful after. If he wasn’t well… that's not your problem. Do it for the rest of them, they’d be grateful.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as John stepped into the room, walking past to pick up the newspaper. “What’s happening today, birdie,” he mutters, holding the newspaper out to read.

You huff and rest your chin on your hands so you can look at him. “The front page is talking about a dog show.”

“A dog show eh? Lemme see…” he mutters, glasses placed on his nose as he reads, his eyebrows knitting together as he concentrates. “Ten grand prize? Bloody hell… that could help the farm a lot.”

You nod, lifting your mug to your lips again, frowning as the liquid touches your lips. Bloody gone cold. “Simon doesn’t like the idea…”

“What’s the muppet got against a dog show?” He takes his glasses off and sets the paper down on the table again. He moves around the table to the kitchen counter, beginning to make himself some coffee.

“He thinks Dolly is too old. Has the mindset of ‘old dogs can't learn new tricks’,”

He hums in thought as he brings his freshly made coffee to his lips, the aroma staining the air. “He’s right about that, she’s an old girl. But that doesn’t mean she wouldn't enjoy doing something like that. She’s old, not unable.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, still active as a pup. She’d do well,” you murmur in agreement, aimlessly running a finger over the rim of your mug. You meet John’s gaze for a moment, studying the determination set in his features and the slight furrow in his brow he always carries.

“Think it’s time to teach the old dog some new tricks.”

You were heaving for air, hands placed on your knees to keep yourself upright. Your chest constricting in ways you didn't think were possible. You couldn't help but watch Johnny and laugh to yourself, seeing him running around the makeshift course you made to train Dolly with a treat in his hand to keep her following him.

“Old dogs’ more fit than you!” you tease, laughing as you watch him snap his head around to glare at you. 

“Bloody hell. I haven’t done this shit in a hot minute!” he yells back, almost losing his footing as he guides Dolly up a ramp, who was happily bounding over the course, nipping at the treat in his hand. “You're the one standing there doing nothin’! All outta breath and shit.”

“I ran around with her for an hour before you even got here! About time you're helping.”

He scoffs and pulls his hand back as Dolly tries to nip at the treat again, letting out a high-pitched bark of annoyance at him.

You sit down on one of the hay bales that you had carted up to the paddock behind the house. Setting the course up was hell, but if this all worked out in the end, it’d be worth it. Watching Johnny run around the course with Dolly was a sight you didn't expect to be witnessing today. You let your heart rate calm down, waiting for the thumping to stop ringing in your ears.

Soon enough Johnny retires from running around with Dolly, flopping onto the hay bale next to you, heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You watch as his chest rises and falls as he breathes, his mouth slightly open as he tries to take in as much air as he can. 

“Not as fit as I used to be…” he mutters, placing his hat on his chest and holding it there.

“You're still fit. Better than I am.” 

He lets out a chuckle and rolls his head over, looking over your features. The way your brows knit together as you thought, the sweat dripping down your forehead, the way your lips parted as you took in each breath, the shine of your eyes in the bright sun, the way his face reflected in your eyes.

“You ever get told how pretty you are, lass? Wee bonnie lass…” he mutters, noticing the way your cheeks become pink and warm.

“O-oh thank you,” you stutter, a smile spreading across your lips. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for longer than they should have, feeling the way your cheeks become warmer under his touch. 

“You love birds done there?”

Your whole body jerks up at the newcomer's voice, your head snapping towards the direction it came from. Kyle stood near the gate, arms crossed over his chest with a singlet top on, his muscular arms in full view. You feel your cheeks become even warmer, your skin burning and turning more red.

“It's not. That. We-” you stutter and stumble over your words. Darn, Johnny for being even the slightest bit handsy at the worst of times.

“Hey, Kyle!” Johnny cheered, his grin wider than ever, ignoring the fact he just had you blushing and stuttering like a schoolgirl.

Kyle laughs and shakes his head, coming to sit on the hay bale with the both of you. “How’s training with Dolly going?”

“She’s like a pup. Gonna put me out of commission soon with how much she's dragging me around,” Johnny mutters, watching as Dolly does a lap of the paddock before jumping on the hay bale with everyone, panting and nudging Kyle's hand as she flops onto the soft hay.

Kyle rubs her ear, watching the way she rolls over and leans into his touch with a grin. “Worn the old girl out.”

“She’ll do well for the dog show. If she can’t win, I doubt any other dog can,” you chime in, joining in with adoring Dolly with love and affection. She lets out a happy whine of contentment, tail hitting the hay as she calms down from her morning of training.

“She’ll win, for sure,” Johnny says, watching her with eyes full of affection and love. Everyone knew she’d do well, their Dolly would win the show for them.

Simon's hands grasped onto the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white as he looked out of the window onto the paddock where you had set up the makeshift course for Dolly to train on. He didn't want this. He knew Dolly could do it, he had faith in the old girl. But what if she got hurt? He’s seen what they do. What if she breaks a leg, and they can’t fix it? He can’t lose his old girl. She keeps him sane. Yes, so do the boys, but they make him feel insane sometimes too. 

He stared at you, Kyle and Johnny lying on the hay bale with Dolly in the middle, drinking up the affection and love she was receiving from everyone. He’d never admit how scared he was for her. That he could care about anyone, especially a dog this much.

“Don’t let it eat you, Simon,” John’s voice broke the silence of the kitchen, making him release a breath he didn't know he was even holding. His voice was like an anchor, bringing him back to reality, the present time where he was supposed to be.

“What if she gets hurt…” he mutters, his gaze not moving from the window as he unconsciously grips the counter tighter, enough to bruise his fingertips.

“She’ll be okay. The old girl keeps up with us when we go get the cattle in, a little dog show won't hurt her. She’s enjoying it. Look at her, lapping up all the attention,”  John says, joining him in looking out of the window at everyone else. “She looks happy.”

Simon sighs and rubs his face and leans over the counter. “I know… It’s just. She’s my dog, I picked her out as a pup. I can’t help but feel overly protective of her. If she gets hurt I can’t help but feel like it was me. I’m supposed to make sure she's okay and safe.”

John sighs and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently giving him support, trying to keep him grounded instead of floating off into his own mind. 

“I feel like it’s not only Dolly you're worrying about, is it?”

His jaw tenses and he keeps his gaze on the others, his whole body stiffening. “No. Just Dolly,” he grumbles before pushing himself off the counter and walking out of the room. John watches and sighs. There was something more behind it, he knew it. But he couldn't tell what.

With a sigh, John moved to the porch to continue watching you and the boys with Dolly, lighting a cigar before bringing it to his lips and letting the smoke fog his lungs, watching as he breathed the smoke back out and disappeared into the air.

[ Tag List: @sleep101 ]

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buddie: 8x6 Emergency Call #2

I have another "Buddie Crack Theory."

The second emergency call the 118 was dispatched to in 8x6 was interesting to say the least and after I watched it, I kept trying to figure out how the call related to one of the main characters. Based on the things that happened and that were said while they were there, it's possible it may apply to Buck and Eddie.

For the entirety of season 8, there have been numerous callbacks to previous seasons and during seasons 2, 3 and 4, the emergency calls the 118 was dispatched to typically related to one of the main cast members lives or something they were dealing with at that specific moment in time. Therefore, after 8x6 aired, I kept trying to figure out why the second call was included especially since the husband's "guts" came out of his abdomen. The couple was in a "dissolution of marriage" meeting with their attorneys and a mediator but they wouldn't stop arguing and taking verbal shots at one another. To make a long story short, the husband wouldn't stop lying to his soon to be ex-wife and every time he sneezed, she said it meant he was lying.

Several things were perplexing to me, especially the part that included the husband's guts eviscerating from his abdomen. Not only was it gross, I wanted to know why it was included since it didn't appear to be related to anyone. IIRC, only one of the main characters has gotten a divorce and that's Athena but she wasn't on that call. She was on the scene for the first one but it was from season 7 and I couldn't figure out why they included it until I determined a reason for this call. Furthermore, none of the other mains who are married have discussed getting a divorce but Eddie's deceased wife suggested they get one before she died. Therefore, it's possible the husband getting a divorce relates to Eddie and I've explained my reasoning below.

First, the victim's intestine literally came out of his stomach. When I thought about the meaning behind someone's guts spiling out, that's when it clicked for me. He was literally "spilling his guts" which means "to tell someone a secret or a private matter" (Collins Dictionary).

Second, when he said, "Oh my God, I'm dying and this shirt is ruined," I wanted to know why he said that. I mean who says something like that when they're dying? Answer: Literally NO ONE because they're too worried about dying and they don't give any thoughts to their attire.

Third, when Bobby ordered Buck to assist the wife, he was trying to help her but when he asked if she needed a tissue, she said "No!" Then she took a flask out of her purse and started drinking it.

Buck's scene with the wife reminded me of the scene he had with the doppelgänger in 7x9. He made some of the same facial expressions (uneasy and nervous) and I don't believe it was a coincidence that the wife had blonde hair and blue eyes like Kim.

Just saying.

Now, how does this relate to Buddie?

In CANON, Eddie's only told Bobby that Shannon asked him for a divorce before she died. However, since Buck and Eddie have had A LOT of off-screen conversations, it's unclear if he told Buck about it especially since they discussed Eddie's participation in the fight club off-screen (reminder when they talked about it in 3x9 during the kitchen scene, Buck was already aware of it but the scene where he found out wasn't included in 3x8 or 3x9).

The wife in the emergency call kept saying her husband didn't love her but when he admitted he didn't for the third time, he sneezed. That caused her to believe he really did love her because she thought he was lying when he said he didn't and it made her think he did. That was until he was being pushed into the elevator and after he said, "We're going to make it work this time, I promise I'll never stray again," he sneezed and she knew he was lying.

There's a lot to unpack in this call but the highlights are there was a husband and a wife who couldn't stop arguing (Sound familiar? it should because that's all Eddie and Shannon did) and they couldn't make it work. She said he wouldn't stop cheating and he said all she did was drink alcohol. It's unclear what major problems Eddie and Shannon had aside from the fact that they were young and weren't ready to get married but they were pressured into it and they spent more time apart than they did together. Also, I never believed Eddie loved Shannon romantically but I do believe he had love for her. She's the mother of his son so of course he had to like or maybe he had some type of love for her. Whether it was platonic is debatable and only he can say what it was but based on the fact that Eddie has NEVER defined what love means to him, it's evident he may not have known what it was back then. (Reminder, Buck has defined love and his definition only fits Eddie.) I'm not going to debate if Eddie loved his deceased wife romantically because everyone has their own opinions about it and I've already done a post on this topic (linked here), therefore I won't go into it again.

Additionally, I did a post about Buck coming face to face with the one person (Shannon) that he believes Eddie will never get over (linked here) and based on the things that happened in the scene with the husband and wife, it's possible the details of the call relate to Buck, Eddie and Eddie's deceased wife. Even though Kim wasn't drinking when Buck spoke with her, he had that same perplexed look on his face that he had while he's talking to the wife.

Finally, the part the husband said about his shirt being ruined could be related to the white shirt RG is wearing in the pictures below. While it's possible he may be in his own clothes, it's also possible he's in costume and if he is, then he might be the one to spill his guts (tell a secret or private matter to someone, i.e., Buck) while he has blood on his shirt.

If this emergency call is related to Buddie, then Eddie will be spilling his guts to Buck while he has blood on his white shirt. Even though I'm a Buck NDE truther and I believe it's his turn on the Wheel of Misfortune, it's possible Eddie might be the one who gets hurt since the husband in the call was injured and he had blood on his white shirt and dramatically said he was dying. Or Buck's blood could get on Eddie's shirt while Eddie's trying to save him.

The bottom line is I'll be glad when 8x8 airs because I want to know what's going to happen 👀.

Thanks for reading my TEDTalk.

[lililye]

Between Lies

Synopsis: At a party, tensions rise when Rafe confronts the protagonist about her closeness to someone he disapproves of. As they argue, emotions run high, and she demands honesty from him. Can Rafe prove he’s worthy of a chance, or will their toxic cycle continue?

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Apologies for any mistakes!

I'm entering Topper's huge house alone again, seeing the same boring people complaining about the same things.

Yesterday, I was at Rafe's house with him, and he freaked out because I got close to Sarah. It's like he doesn't want me to be part of his family.I walk past everyone, smiling, and see the host on the porch. I decide to talk to him.

"Hey! I didn’t think you’d come after everything," Topper says as he hugs me.

"Sorry, I think I missed something. After everything what?"

"Rafe told me you did something bad yesterday and that you two fought. I don't think you should be here, you know how he is. If he sees you here..."

"I think Rafe got the story wrong. It’s fine, I’ll catch you later."

I walk away, blood boiling. It’s unbelievable that, after being unbearable yesterday, he’s now spreading lies. I grab a beer and notice a guy staring at me. Jonah, I think that’s his name. I smile and keep walking.We start dancing a little to the music playing. He touches my waist and pulls me closer.

After I get tired, I go sit outside. I hear a noise, look to the side, and see Rafe walking toward me. He looks furious, his jaw clenched, and his eyes locked on me. My heart races, but I keep my composure. I won’t let him see I’m bothered.

"What do you think you’re doing?" he snaps, his voice filled with anger.

"What does it look like? I’m enjoying the party,"

I reply, trying to sound calm, but my tone comes out sharper than I intended.

"Dancing like that with Jonah?" He leans in, his voice lowering but still venomous. "Are you trying to get attention or provoke me?"

"Maybe a little of both," I retort, crossing my arms and staring at him. "But honestly, it’s none of your business, Rafe. After yesterday, you don’t get to tell me how to act or who to be around."

He takes a step forward, and for a moment, I think he’s going to explode. But instead, he lets out a dry, disdainful laugh.

"You really don’t get it, do you? This..." he gestures between me and the house around us, "isn’t your place. You’ll never fit in."

Those words hit me like a punch in the stomach, but I refuse to show it. I stand up, getting face to face with him.

"You know what, Rafe? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t fit into your rotten little world full of lies. But if there’s one thing I won’t do, it’s stoop to the level of someone who needs to lie to others to feel important."

He doesn’t respond immediately, but his face twists in anger. Before he can say anything, I turn on my heel and walk back to the party, feeling his gaze burning into my back. The air feels heavy, but I refuse to let him ruin my night.Rafe follows me, and in the middle of the crowd, he grabs my arm. Everyone stops to watch, and I’m furious. How dare he contradict himself?

"We need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you. You don’t want me, Rafe."

"That’s not true. Don’t make this complicated."

I let out a dry laugh, dripping with irony, and look straight at him.

"Complicated? Do you even hear yourself, Rafe? Yesterday, you lost it with me, today you’re spreading lies, and now you want to have this conversation in front of everyone? I’m not the one complicating things—you are."

He looks momentarily taken aback but quickly regains his controlling tone.

"I just… I don’t want you leaving here thinking this is all my fault."

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us.

"But it is, Rafe. It’s all your fault. You want to push me away, but at the same time, you act like you can’t let me go. It’s exhausting. I’m not a game for you to win."

The people around us are whispering, and I realize everyone’s paying attention. But at this moment, I don’t care.

Rafe takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to control his anger or find the right words.

"I just… I don’t want you with anyone here."

"That’s not your choice!" My voice rises slightly, but I work to keep calm. "You can’t control everything, Rafe. Either let me into your life for real, or let me go. It’s that simple."

Ele hesita, e por um momento, vejo algo como vulnerabilidade em seus olhos. Mas cansei de tentar descobrir o que se passa na cabeça dele. "Você decide, Rafe. Mas decida logo, porque eu não vou ficar nesse ciclo tóxico."

Mais tarde, quando a festa começa a acabar, sento-me no jardim para finalmente respirar. Ouço passos e sei quem é antes mesmo de me virar.

"Can I sit?" he asks.I shrug, not looking at him.

"Do what you want."

He sits next to me, staying silent for a while before finally saying:

"I know I messed everything up. I know you have every right to be mad at me."

"And what are you going to do about it, Rafe?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes sincere.

"I want to change. I want to do things right, but I need you to give me a chance. Just one."

"Then you’ll have to prove you’re worth it."

He takes my hand, and this time, I let him. Maybe it’s the start of something new. Or maybe he still has a lot to learn.

[mae-i-scribble]

So I'm not really that into Arcane fandom or anything like that but is anyone else a little worried for how season 2 is progressing thus far? I'm not talking about the apparent Caitlyn vitriol that some people are falling into- god forbid you have complex characters am I right. But watching the first act of season 2 it's all so terribly rushed and not in the same way season 1 had fast pacing but with tight writing to make up for it.

Spoilers for the first 3 episodes ahead but the fact that we barely even get to know the new enforcer characters that come to Zaun annoys me. The most we have is the girl introducing herself to Vi. The other two aren't even named in the show let alone have any sort of personality. For the big shield guy why is he even allowed to be an enforcer???? Sir you were seemingly living on the streets drinking away your problems last I checked with no indication you were or wanted to be an enforcer. The kid that follows Jinx around doesn't even have any sort of lines until episode 3- which would be fine if it was clearly a deliberate choice for her character but considering that the show is trying to juggle so much it just feels like she fell to the wayside.

I'm also very much not a fan of how the 2nd season is structuring its storylines thus far- certain scenes loose their tension because they're so intercut with other scenes happening simultaneously- take the vi and jinx fight for example. Like I get it you wanted to show how them interacting with the run was actively interfering with the fight but the constant cuts back and forth leave a bad taste in my mouth. The structure they use for the various sections with music overplaying them are hit or miss to me- some I love, some I think should have been actual scenes with dialogue.

I'm also really sad to see them seemingly rush over bits of character development we really need to see. Like take Vi- her not wanting to be an enforcer is 200% justifiable and believable, we haven't been shown anything about how the enforcers work that would give Vi a reason to want to join. And then after the attack in episode 1 she silently comes to a decision to join which fine, I can buy her wanting to help now that Zaun is conducting terrorist attacks. But she just agreed to the plan to use the gray against the people of Zaun???? Really???? Vi did??? Shouldn't Vi, someone who is only joining the enforcers out of desperate necessity, be way more critical of any use of force in the undercity? There's even little things like when Caitlyn arrests the henchman I was expecting Vi to stand up for him because almost *everyone* in the undercity is some sort of criminal so that they can survive. But no it just turns into Vi asking them to ditch the side characters we know absolutely nothing about.

Speaking of Vi- for the record the cait/vi kiss in my opinion was stupidly forced in. I would have liked to see their relationship develop this season because in season 1 I could see the beginning of something there. I really loved the moment in the first episode where it's only when seeing Vi that Caitlyn breaks down a little because Vi is someone she can trust to be open with. Great stuff to further develop- oh no they're kissing after no development just to make the immediately following break up more dramatic? Great yay yippee representation -_- Don't get me wrong I would have loved to see it develop into a romance but not in episode 3 with no buildup (1st season does not count as buildup to me for an actual romantic relationship).

This is also somewhat petty but I do hate the fact that Ambessa is revealed to be behind the memorial attack in episode 3- I much would have preferred for that information to be revealed to the audience alongside whatever character discovers it. Revealing it like that is dramatic, sure, but I feel like it ruins the mystery of Ambessa's morality in a way that is not satisfying.

All in all I'm not the happiest with these first 3 episodes but we'll have to see how the other 2 arcs go before making any judgement calls overall.

[holopossums]

!! ABOUT MATURE CONTENT ON THIS BLOG !!

I am well aware that there are plenty of minors following me. The ROTTMNT fandom skews extremely young, after all.

I'm normally pretty SFW and only occasionally post spicy or suggestive things (even then it's often mild/non-explicit), so I don't bother being all Minors DNI right now. It's not as NSFW as, say, stuff on my personal main blog. However....

Any original post I label as Mature with Community Labeling, regardless of if it's truly that sexual/inappropriate or not, should NOT be seen by minors AT ALL if they were truthful about their age when they signed up for Tumblr.

Tumblr allows you to toggle the feature to show Mature content upon turning 18. If a minor interacts with one of those posts, they really shouldn't be able to.

Minors not being truthful about their age on social media and getting into stuff they shouldn't is on them and out of my hands. I am not in charge of a bunch of kids online. I will simply label my stuff properly and hope for the best.

If you are a minor (or identify yourself as one on your blog) and interact with posts of mine that I label as Mature, you run the risk of being blocked.

Younger folks really need to take care of themselves and not be getting into things they shouldn't, and I will be a responsible adult and remove them should I catch them. 'S how it goes.

[cosmichawk]

It's that time of year again so here are xmas harbingers edits by yours truly

bonus:

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.