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[winteriron-trash]

rdj the (whitewashed) electric boogaloo

This is a reminder to everyone who's excited about RDJ's casting as Doctor Doom that this casting is whitewashing. Victor Von Doom is a Romani character and has been a Romani character since his introduction in the 1960s. (Fantastic Four Annual #2 [1964]) Not only that, but his Roma identity and the persecution he and his family faced due to it is integral to his character, it is what forms his identity. (Books of Doom by Ed Brubaker) Even if on the off chance this casting is meant to not be Victor but instead be some variant of Tony or whomever else becoming Doctor Doom, it is damaging to the character to rob him of that important cultural background. Doctor Doom does not exist without that history. Fans have been pushing hard to cast Doom as a Romani actor for years, especially since the MCU has whitewashed other Romani characters. (Wanda, Pietro, etc) This casting is not a celebration moment, it's fucking heartbreaking that the MCU repeatedly ignores the important and nuanced cultural backstories of characters.

I know I can't change anybody's mind on whether or not you want to be excited about RDJ's return to the MCU. But I do think at the very least you should be mad that the MCU is baiting us all and destroying nuanced and interesting characters for the sake of self-referential easter eggs and nostalgia bait. Because that's what it is. Feel how you'd like to feel about RDJ's return, but personally, this is soul-sucking. I had such a deep love for the MCU as a teenager, it was obviously something incredibly formative to me, especially Tony Stark. This isn't recreating what I fell in love with the MCU for. This is turning a well-planned and artistic storyline of adaptations into cheap cash grabs and fan service. Because, I think we're past the point of being able to call the MCU an adaptation of anything. They can use existing characters' names and powers, but to say they're being properly adapted is laughable.

This is not an adaptation of Doctor Doom. This is RDJ the Electric Boogaloo because Marvel's fear of losing the interest of dedicated MCU fans overrides their willingness to tell stories that are genuine to the characters. I don't know what there is to be excited about that. The MCU has lost its authenticity and aside from a few projects, feels heartless. Every movie is a copy of a copy. This announcement isn't something celebratory, it feels like a death knell of a cinematic universe that's so desperate to cling to relevancy it's resorting to nostalgia for a character/actor who hasn't even been dead for a decade. We're not getting anything new, we're just rinsing and repeating the same song and dance.

I get it. I love Tony Stark, his death destroyed me and I to this day, rue the ending he got in Endgame. It misunderstood his arc and it robbed him of a satisfying conclusion. But the solution to that isn't dragging the corpse out of the grave five years later to whitewash an existing character with rich and interesting nuance, just to forcibly tie his existence in the MCU to Tony. Whether he is a variant or not. Why would you want someone else's fave's legacy to be destroyed simply so your fave's legacy can go on? Hell, if we were really all so hellbent on the return of RDJ and/or Tony to the MCU, we have the multiverse for a reason. There were other ways to do it that didn't whitewash and ruin someone else. This just. Isn't something to be happy about.

[kayleerowena]

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[randomshenaniganery]

I don't think the terfs deserve Paris

I follow the Paris Paloma tag because she's fucking amazing and I come across a bunch of fucking terfs being mad at her because she's being supportive of Dylan and I'm so glad she's genuinely a nice person.

But at the same time I'm like cry more about it you salty bastards. I wish Paris the best times of her life your music is amazing, these people are fucking hypocrites.

They can stand on the side of women expressing their sexuality in various ways but if Dylan does it somehow they twist it into perversion and not just a display of her own sexuality. They always hate on trans women and some of them will forget transmen or they'll say bullshit about oh it's such a shame or you're mentally ill. Radfems who are basically just terfs but they want a better name from themselves always talk about women's rights and being equal but they always end up perpetuating the same fucking stereotypes and the same goals and ideals from patriarchy. If you are Transphobic you cannot escape being fucking sexist either because that is the core of being Transphobic. You think that gender is something set in stone because you can't fucking fathom anything beyond who you are and what you're taught and it scares you. It infuriates you and you feel like you have the right to decide what's really going on in our heads and in our minds which is so fucking ironic when you're calling yourselves fucking feminists when you're dishing the same shit to the people who would've been supporting you. These assholes give off the same vibes as people from the lgb or those goop brained morons who are biphobic for no fucking reason. They're taking more and more from lgbtq+ until there's nothing left, I'm calling it. It went to lgb it's going to be lg and then boom nothing. All going back to erasing us. Rad fems fr are just conservative quirky girls when you boil them down to it, object to whatever ideal of women they've got in their hands and they'll start transvestigating you. The number of times they try to make fun of trans women and it turns out to just be a cis woman or a cis woman with pcos is nuts. You are all incredibly stupid and awful. Their attempts to define womanhood end up with them excluding other women and being so fucking ablelist.

[daincrediblegg]

no you know what I'm going to scream about the stuff I talked about in the tags of this post publicly

I'm tired of the well-meaning "don't feel bad if your work only gets 20 notes your genius is what counts and do it for you!" bullshit. I've had a good handful of friends who have straight up DEACTIVATED in recent months because their work was not getting reblogged AT ALL. No, it wasn't from lack of not being well-liked, no it wasn't from lack of trying to make sure it was getting out there to the people they knew would engage with it. It was because no matter how much they were praised privately for their work, when push came to shove, absolutely NOBODY reblogged it and gave it the audience that it was due, and I'm tired of people shoving the "unsung genius" narrative as an excuse for it. Nothing excuses that. And the boop event really proved that.

because I know given the opportunity, indiscriminately pressing a button (sometimes 10 thousand times, as I did) is not beyond this website's capability. y'all loved doing that. and look at what it wrought. nothing but love and affection and happiness. just from a couple of quick clicks of a little paw button. sure. nobody knew who you booped but the other person (which is how likes used to work on this website, btw). there was an element of anonymity to it. but that is kind of the core of this website that no other social media platform still has: the ability to be anonymous. and hyper-curating a blog on here like you might on twitter or instagram to project an image is simply not viable. and hey. you wanna know a secret: literally nobody cares what you post or whether it goes with the "theme" of your blog or not. yeah. I know. CRAZY concept in this day and age. but literally. I myself have reblogged things that have had nothing to do with whatever I am currently fixated by and you know what happened to my follower count? not a damn thing. in fact, I actively try to reblog things specifically BECAUSE it's my friends who made them (even though I'm not always good at KEEPING UP WITH HOW MUCH THEY POST @prismatica-the-strange will NEVER GO UNRECOGNIZED by me).

And you know what fucking sucks? I have to deal with this too. surprise right? you ever wonder why I reblog fics or art I post like 20 times the day that I post them? do you ever wonder why I ask about tag lists and beg for asks all the time? IT'S BECAUSE EVEN I GET LIKE. 5 LIKES ON THE THINGS I POST. AND THE REST OF THE REBLOGS ARE MINE SO I CAN MAKE SURE THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SEE WHAT I MAKE GET TO SEE IT. and I say that knowing that I'm certainly not an unpopular blog, or an unpopular writer. I know that people love the stories that I create. Hell, half of the people that I've talked to about lady terror have told me that they consider her to be canon (AND EVEN SOME!! THOUGHT SHE WAS!!! WITHOUT EVEN HAVING WATCHED THE SHOW! WHICH IS STILL SO SO WILD TO ME!!!) But especially in the last 4 years (which really dates this phenomenon), my posts, no matter how well received they've been amongst people I've talked to about them directly, I still go into the notes and at least half (often more than half) are MY reblogs to make sure people saw what I posted. and it happens every single time, and I can't tell you how much it crushes me considering that it used to be that I would be able to post it only once, and people would reblog it sometimes even HUNDREDS of times.

It's not about popularity. it never has been. it's not about anxiety. or shifting website cultures. even if you lurk, the simple fact is, that if you want people to keep making what you love. you have to reblog. your theme won't suffer because you reblogged a fanfiction that you really admire. your posting won't be ruined because you reblogged some fanart from someone in a different fandom. really. I promise. and if people do unfollow you for that? who needs em. followers come and go but you should NEVER have to cater to them. on this website it has ALWAYS been the other way around. lean into it. make it yours. put stuff you ACTUALLY WANT to be seen and that you love and appreciate on your blog. no matter how old it is, how new it is, no matter how niche or off-theme it is.

so please. if you really want to show your appreciation for someone's work? you reblog. it's really as easy as that. check the tags. add some when you reblog if you like. but please for the love of god reblog. it's as easy as booping and even more rewarding for the people who you reblog from. if you want to let someone know that their work is genius and appreciate it? show it. reblog. then DM them if you're too nervous to say what you want to say but not in a public forum. but for christ's sake. REBLOG.

[inuringly]

NGL if my art blog wasn’t “whatever I want” I’d prolly just make a grimleal trash heap sideblog mfsdlkfms

[milkteadrinker]

what the hell is that blank white space where tf are my settings and shit

[ms-demeanor]

making my own post because nobody needs my bullshit on their post:

OP:

Reblog 1:

Reblog 2:

My response:

The IRA blogs were here and they were active and they were quite popular; their posting patterns did not match normal tumblr users (i was followed by lagonegirl and followed back only to be put off by the account reblogging the same five or ten posts every hour for a day before selecting another five or ten posts to reblog hourly the next day - it was clear engagement bait).

Tumblr has never been as transparent about these accounts as both Twitter and Facebook were, but several of the accounts had shared names across platforms and you can find a significant amount of data that was released by both facebook (ex: ads purchased by the IRA accounts) and twitter (over three million tweets from IRA accounts). Academic researchers have published papers on the data released from facebook and twitter. Several papers. So many papers. Soooooo many papers. We have a LOT of direct evidence that you can explore for yourself that there were hundreds (possibly thousands) of IRA accounts that were created on Facebook and Twitter. Of those accounts, some shared usernames across platforms, and of those accounts, a few had tumblr accounts that posted the same content on twitter and tumblr.

To quote a buzzfeed news article from the time:

The Russian-run Tumblr accounts used the same, or very similar, usernames as the account names contained on a list of confirmed IRA accounts Twitter submitted to congressional investigators. In some cases, the Tumblr and Twitter account has the same profile image or linked to each other in their bios. Some IRA Tumblrs and Twitter accounts also cross-promoted content between platforms, further linking them together.

Current tumblr user @ alwaysbewoke (who I don't want to tag because I'm sure he's got better things to do) is interviewed in that article and talks about following one of the blogs identified by tumblr as an IRA blog that had a matching account on twitter identified as an IRA account but unfollowing when the left-leaning blog supposedly run by a black creator started rooting for trump in the election.

Dr. Jonathan Albright is heavily quoted in the article; the data review he collaborated on is one of the only reviews of this subject that includes data from Tumblr and Reddit.

One of the claims that I've seen is that tumblr just deleted funny black people, but these were blogs with thousands of followers on tumblr who never recreated, never popped up on another social media site, never started a reddit account after getting banned; nobody ever showed up saying "hey this is 4mysquad, I got banned on tumblr and twitter, follow me to pillowfort". These very popular blogs got deleted and, as far as I know, nobody ever popped up claiming to be a person who was deleted - and it's not like tumblr users haven't figured out how to evade bans.

What you are doing when you make posts saying that the IRA accounts on tumblr never existed is *absolving tumblr of guilt for their utter lack of transparency.*

Tumblr is not the only tech company that has tried to fly under the radar as its larger counterparts face regular scrutiny in Congress and in the press. Earlier this month, Reddit revealed it too had deleted hundreds of accounts with ties to the Internet Research Agency. A WIRED investigation found more than a thousand links to Russian propaganda websites are still live on Reddit, and unearthed two suspicious accounts that Reddit immediately shut down.

So should you believe what Tumblr says? No, because Tumblr has been functionally fucking silent on this issue and the information about this subject aside from the list of blogs has come from the hard work of data scientists, journalists, and researchers.

(For the record; some of those bot accounts that were recorded by Dr. Albright also had Google+ accounts in 2017 - there is every possibility that they had myspace accounts).

Now, the reason that I'm popping onto this post as an annoyed anarchist is that I was tracking a similar group of blogs for a while and was discussing them and I stopped precisely because of the galaxy-brained liberals who are now trying to dunk on communists for criticizing electoralism. One of the people who was following my project was one of the ones who started calling out the "joe biden kills dogs" posts as disinfo and I realized they were using some of the guidelines I'd written up to "identify" misinformation and that is very a rock fucking stupid approach to what was clearly a leftist making jokes and was horrified and realized there was no way that I could continue documenting what I was documenting without someone attempting to call actual leftists russian bots.

I've seen the post that OP is referencing [it's one where someone makes a very obvious joke about the democrat presidential ticket and people jump on to call them a bot and then someone tries to do the "AI tell me a story" thing and OP is just like "I don't want to :(", proving that they are in fact a person and not an AI] and have deeply enjoyed the humor of watching liberals a) not understand a very, VERY obvious joke and b) become the unwitting butt of a joke they were trying to make, but also I am so exhausted by watching normie dems call leftists AI bots after years of watching normie dems call real live actual leftists who hold actual political views that real people actually have, like prison abolition, russian bots.

But I am also so fucking tired of left conspiracism and how stupid it sounds when leftists dismiss a preponderance of evidence that is easily accessible and publicly available for analysis as "lol so you just trust everything tumblr tells you?"

No, dipshit, learn to click a fucking link or twelve.

[leebrontide]

My autistic peeps, I have one bit of advice for you.

Be extremely selective about who you accept social rule feedback from.

Most autistic folks I know tie themselves up in knots, trying to figure out this social rule book that everybody else seems to have gotten, that they didn't get. In fact a lot of the "rigidity" that I see other therapists complaining about can be put down to the natural effects of people trying really hard to find one goddamn rule that will stay put.

The thing is- most people walk around as if they have the one universal, unassailable, common-sense rule book for social interaction.

And they are utterly full of shit.

In the US in particular there is incredibly low consensus about how people should behave. Just go post on twitter about whether it is or is not rude to wear your shoes in someone's house, or as a 70 year old and a 20 year old about phone etiquette. That's before we get into other demographic differences. Don't even get me started on "professionalism".

Neurotypical people get that feedback to, but are, on average, way more able to flag it as either 1) a rule for working with that person/similar people 2) bullshit. NOT as a universal rule they should have already known, that they should feel bad about not already knowing.

The number of things that people actually universally agree on is really low.

So when people give you feedback that the social rule they expect you to follow is obvious, they are often being a total dick.

Ask questions, look for patterns in specific settings, and make sure you've worked on your values enough to have a reasonable ecosystem of guiding principles.

But remember that nobody has that rule book.

[lilyarchived]

behind closed doors [simon "ghost" riley]

a/n: URGH this idea literally came from a silly twitter picture, PLEASE SEND ASKS YOU CAN SEE HOW DESPERATE I AM FOR IDEAS!! Also thank you for the love on my first post, you guys are awesome!

warnings: gn! reader, reader has a breakdown, jealousy, cursing, angst (to fluff), 0.7k words.

summary: you overheard a conversation that included you, and it wasn't a positive talk.

"Ghost, please. leave me alone." you whimper as you walk away from your lieutenant just following behind you. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” he replies in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. 

You were wandering through the base, having done all the tasks Price had assigned ya. Hearing a familiar deep voice in one of the rooms, you were about to enter but a flash of hesitation hit you once you heard your name. “[mumbled] and what [scrambled] about [scrambled] [Y/N]?” muttered soap, his voice an unserious tone. You gulp, wondering if the context was negative or positive. “What about them?” your heart drops, did he really think nothing of you? Of course not, you were overthinking, you assure yourself this was just ghost being ghost. “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and [mumbled] have something going on?” your smile reappears after soap’s suspicion. You were about to burst in, smiling, before hearing ghost’s voice once more. “What? No. There was never ‘anything’ between us.”

 Oh. Tears blur your vision before hearing soap say “Ah. So you’re pretty serious about this one you’ve been talking to, huh?” You run away before your heart shatters even more.

“Don’t bullshit me Simon. I heard you in there with Johnny.” You finally turn around once you’re out in the training field, only this time it was empty. You’ve never seen it this empty. What a strange sight. You bring your hands up to your head, fuzzying your hair as you scoff and fold your arms, waiting for ghost to respond. He just looks at you with those same deadpanned eyes, only this time it was laced with a confused look. “What?” he voices in a hushed manner.

 You could only fall to the rough ground as you broke down in an out-of-breath manner. Hearing Simon's footstep’s rummage through and leveling with you to hold you in his arms, his grasp tight as he hushes your cries.

“[Y/N], did you get those files i asked yo-” he barely got to finish his sentence before you dropped them at his hands and began to make your way out. “Gotta go, I'll see you later, Kyle.” you utter, quickly shutting the door behind you. “What’s up with them?” Simon asked Kyle, eyes wide with how the normally-clingy [Y/N] was now being avoidant. “You cannot be that fucking stupid, LT.” Kyle remarked. “What?” ghost asked, voice slightly raised now. Gaz scoffs, “You shit talked them to Soap, you think they wouldn’t find out?” he added. “I never said anythi- fuck. I wasn’t-” Kyle just raised an eyebrow, letting his lieutenant explain himself. “I was telling Johnny how much i like them.” Kyle drops his pen whilst smirking, clearly intrigued now. “Go after them, idiot!” he yells, as Simon bolts outside, in search of you.

And now here you were, in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. ‘How pathetic.’ you think. “Do I mean nothing to you? All those nights, those- stupid breaks I spent with you, getting to know you, nothing?” Simon’s heart aches as he hears your broken voice, feeling immense guilt creep up. “[Y/N], I was telling Johnny how I wanted to be with you.” your sobs quiet down, trying to process what he just said. “There’s no one else?” you whisper, silent cries slipping.

“Really? And what about that gyal you were talking to, Sarah? still want [Y/N]?” – “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and Sarah have something going on?”

He was denying ever having ‘something’ with a different girl. It all seems foolishly funny now. You laugh through your tear stained cheeks as you punch Ghost on the chest playfully. "i hate you." your voice softer than before, if that were even possible. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” he explained, in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. Only this time, it held more emotion than ever.

[sumbarbietingz]

My bodyguard (+18)

Pic credit: Cinnabus on Twitter and inspiration for the story

• One shot smut, bodyguard!tojixblack!fem character, brat taming, age diff, foreplay, hair pulling, choking, degradation and praise, rough sex, squirting, creampie •

• Words count: 4,7k •

(The nword is said sometimes, I’m black yall no worries😭)

By the way, this is my first fanfic in years and my first smut ever so be kind😭 sorry for the potential grammatical errors too! And I just got off my period I'm horny as a bitch so eh you already know

Mazikeen or Maze Washington is a spoiled brat from a rich family. Her father Sean Washington is a rich and famous businessman who’s a ruthless man at work, but somehow, unable to handle his 21 yo daughter. For her safety, she has to go outside the house with a bodyguard at any time, but Maze always manages to make the man quit his job, that’s how unbearable she is. That poor Sean can’t even count how many bodyguards Maze had. And he knows she’s doing it on purpose because she absolutely hates having someone following her 24/7, he understands how annoying it must be but no matter how many times he tries to reason with her, she just doesn’t give a flying fuck. One day his associate talks about this very effective bodyguard that would be perfect for Maze and won’t put up with her bullshit. Despite being kind of doubtful he still takes the shot and contacts him, at this point, he ain’t got nothing to lose. A few days later after an interview and everything that comes with it, Toji becomes Maze’s new bodyguard, and Sean deeply hopes that he will be able to handle her. After making him sign his contract, he texts her to come downstairs and meet her new bodyguard. After something like 10 minutes, she still takes her sweet ass time to walk down the steps. As she goes down, she notices the man next to her father. And Jesus Christ, he’s probably the most handsome man she has ever seen. He’s so huge and muscular, he got on a tight ass black shirt that molds his huge pecs and his 6 pack abs perfectly. His arms would probably crush a watermelon too. She turns her attention back to her father before she gets too flustered.

Maze: "Who’s that?"

Sean: "Toji Fushiguro, your new bodyguard"

Maze dramatically groans. When is it gonna end?!

Maze: "Ugh! Dad really?"

Sean: sighs "Yes young lady. And trust me this one is very different from the others."

She rolls her eyes. She won’t argue cause deep down she knows it’s gonna end up the same way. She shrugs

Maze: "Okay whatever"

Sean turns to Toji

Sean: "I’m counting on you Toji. Take care of her and don’t be intimidated by her bratty behavior"

Toji nods

Toji: "No worries sir Washington, it won’t be an issue"

Sean nods and leaves them to go back to his office. Toji has been looking at Maze the whole time. Her outfit leaves not much to the imagination. It’s a tight and short jumpsuit that has a deep cleavage on it. She’s an absolute bombshell. Her brown skin is so clear and looks smooth, her facial features are beautiful, her curly hair is in a high ponytail, and her curves? Her boobs would probably still be too big for his huge hands, she got these childbearing hips… and the fact that she’s a bratty little bitch will make everything more fun. Maze notices how he looks at her and raises an eyebrow

Maze: "The fuck you’re looking at nigga?"

Toji chuckles. Ohhh this is gonna be fun

Toji: "I can’t look at you when you got an outfit that shows your tits almost completely? I might be your bg, but I’m still a man and I got eyes."

Maze huffs. He got some audacity

Maze: "Well you should stop. It’s weird as fuck."

Toji: "Look who’s talking. I saw you checking me out when you were walking down the stairs. I know you like what you see"

She rolls her eyes. Ugh was it that obvious? She shrugs it off

Maze: "tsk. Whatever. I wanna go shopping"

She starts walking towards the door of the mansion and Toji follows behind her. As he finally gets to see her from the back, his suspicions are confirmed. By seeing her hips he figured that she had a fat ass too and boy she had one. Every step she makes makes her shit bounce and recoil. It looks so… fuckable… he licks his lips thinking about what kind of fun they could have but his main priority is still to protect her.

After a while, they’re at the mall, and she obviously attracts all the attention. From her skimpy outfit revealing her luscious body, to her Hermes purse, her ridiculously big and shiny Rolex with red rubies on the bezel, the last iPhone she keeps her eyes on… everything screams that she’s a walking bank account. She already went to at least 5 boutiques, from regular stores to buy skimpy outfits to designer ones to get new shoes or bags. Toji had to deal with her bratty behavior the entire time, but he still does his job and scans his surroundings for potential threats, but it’s becoming hard to do so when two gigantic cheeks are hitting each other and basically begging him to grab and smack them, it’s like her ass got a mind on its own. He takes a deep breath and tries to not think about clapping her ass chee-

Maze: "Hey you." She turns around and stops walking

Toji slightly shakes his head getting out of his naughty thoughts

Toji: "What���s up?"

She hands him her bags

Maze: "Take ‘em"

He raises an eyebrow

Toji: "I’m your bodyguard, not your butler princess"

"Princess". God why does she loves that pet name and the way it rolls off his tongue so effortlessly?

Maze: "Okay but take it. You’re still my employee"

He crosses his arms

Toji: "I’m your father's employee, not yours. You won’t boss me around like you did with your previous weaklings and the people around you."

Maze: "Listen up Tijo."

Toji rolls his eyes again

Toji: "It’s Toji."

Maze: "Tai chi or whatever. Your broke ass got a job because of me, so be thankful that you’ll get to pay your bills this month and grab my goddamn bags."

Toji is starting to lose patience. He doesn’t respond, cause if he does, he’ll probably say something that will get him fired on his first day. So he simply stares at Maze and she stares back, for at least a good minute. Eventually, she huffs and grabs her phone from her purse.

Toji: "What are you doing?"

Maze keeps her attention to her phone

Maze: "Getting an Uber. I’m going to my friend’s house. I’m out of here."

Toji huffs

Toji: "Are you throwing a tantrum over the fact that I won’t take your bags?"

Maze: "Shut up old man. I wanted to do that anyway."

Toji rolls his eyes

Toji: "Why are you taking an Uber? I can get you there"

Maze: "Because I don’t want you to come with me OBVIOUSLY" She shakes her head in disbelief as if it was absolutely obvious that she doesn’t want him to come with her

Toji: "Yeah. It’s not gonna happen princess. I’m your bodyguard and your father said-"

She cuts him off

"I don’t care what my dad says. I don’t your creepy old ass up my ass 24/7. Nigga go take care of your kids and wife instead, you old bitch."

Toji stays silent. This bratty attitude was fun for a moment but now she’s really starting to push his buttons. He didn’t want to do this now but it’s time for the spoiled little princess to learn her lesson. He grabs her wrist and drags her outside the mall towards the nearest hotel he can find despite her resistance and protests.

Maze: "What the hell?! Let go of me you-"

Toji cuts her off

Toji: "Could you shut the fuck up for once in your goddamn life?"

Maze grunts and tries to get off his grip but goddamnit he’s so strong, and resisting just makes her wrist hurt more so she gives up and lets him drag her wherever he wants to go. They arrive at a quite luxurious hotel and the receptionist makes a confused face when he sees them. Toji asks for a room and of course, tells Maze to pay for it. Once it’s done he drags her again towards the room in question. He opens the door and pushes her inside as he closes the door behind them. She stumbles and drops her bags and purse on the floor. She barely has time to react when Toji comes behind her, grabs her by her throat and at the base of her ponytail, and approaches her ear.

Toji: "Listen. Your dad pays me an insane amount of money to make sure his stupid spoiled bitch daughter doesn’t end up dead. You’re not gonna fuck up my bag. If that means fucking your brains out until you behave, then this is what I’m gonna do"

She gasps when she feels his hands on her and she can feel her pussy getting wetter from hearing him. She loves how he manhandles her. The smell of his cologne fills her nose, his warm breath sends a shiver down her spine… she bites her lip in anticipation. Toji notices that and chuckles

Toji: "You like this don’t you? Being tamed by a strong man like me who knows how to handle little bitches like you mmh?"

She nods, she always had a degradation and praise kink and hearing him right now was pure bliss to her. He whispers in her ear

Toji: "Say it"

She feels weak, she licks her upper lip as she responds, her voice a bit shaky

Maze: "I love when real men like you handle bitches like me…"

God she could feel herself getting wetter by saying that. Toji hums in satisfaction, his excitement growing in his pants and against her ass. He lets go of her hair and neck and pushes her cleavage down, revealing her big breasts. He growls as he starts playing with them

Maze moans softly, her titties have always been a sensitive part of her body and she loves when they get attention. She can feel Toji’s big hands massaging her boobs and it just feels so good. Then he starts playing with her nipples and she can’t help but moan a little louder

Toji can feel himself getting harder as he listens to her, her moans sound like harmony as he plays with these sensitive little nipples. They’re so small, it’s cute to him. Then he lifts her tit towards her mouth

Toji: "Lick."

She automatically listens to him, lowers her head, and starts licking her nipple, her tongue swirling on it. Toji groans at the scene before him and joins her. His tongue finding the sensitive skin along with Maze’s tongue. They keep touching each other and she feels like she’s going to explode. The sensation of his tongue against hers as they both dance on her nipple is driving her crazy and she can feel her panties getting drenched. Then he grabs her boob in his mouth and tugs at it before releasing it with a pop. He turns Maze around and sees her half lidded eyes. He can tell how badly she wants him.

Toji: "On your knees." He orders

She nods and does what he tells her to do. He looks down at her, looking at this needy expression on her face, she looks so fucking hot, looking like that on her knees. He doesn’t even need to tell her what to do that she’s already undressing him. Mmm, what a cock hungry slut.

She pulls his grey sweatpants and boxers down and she almost yells when she sees it. Her jaw drops to the floor. She can’t believe this size exists in real life. It’s not only long, but it’s also thick as hell and the veins are pulsing, it’s the kind of dick that will stretch you out. She looks down and sees that his balls are twice the size of ping-pong balls. Oh, Christ can she really handle all that?

Toji notices her reaction and chuckles. It’s the same thing every time a woman sees him for the first time. He knows she’s probably asking herself how she’s gonna fit everything in

Toji: "Are you planning to suck my dick or you’re gonna stay with your mouth agape the whole day?"

She shakes her head and braces herself. She starts giving kisses along the length, the head, the frenulum, taking her time. Toji sighs softly, loving how she’s not directly sucking it and going crazy on him yet. After a while she’s licking his head and frenulum, sucking his cock, struggling to go all the way in so she uses her hands to stroke the part she can’t reach, and sucks the other half, saliva already dripping from her mouth

Toji groans, his hand reaching the base of her ponytail again

Toji: "Pretty sure you can do better than that princess. Show me how these dick sucking lips and that long tongue of yours can do"

All this dirty talk turns her on so badly, but he’s right. She has enough experience to know that she can do better than that but good luck going all the way down with that monster dick. She braces herself again and forces herself to take him deeper, the tip of his cock already triggering her sensitive gag reflex. All it takes is two back and forth and her tears are already leaving her eyes, ruining her makeup. She gags but keeps going, the saliva drenching his dick and her cheeks. She looks at him with half lidded eyes, a runny nose, and makeup ruined by tears.

Toji growls with pleasure and seeing her in that state is not only hot as fuck, but also hella satisfying. Seeing that bratty bitch in such a submissive state fills him with joy.

Toji: "Look at you. Do you still think you can boss me around? Mmm… we might do this more often. Seems like this mouth ain’t only good for talking shit but also for giving good blowjobs uh princess?"

If she wasn’t using her hands to support herself she would’ve already started rubbing her aching clit. Now she decides to go all the way. She goes back and forth faster, twisting her head while doing so, gaging again and again as she groans and makes aggressive, almost animalistic slurping and sucking sounds to the point it sounds like she’s speaking in tongues, making his dick dripping with saliva. With her hand, she cups and plays with his massive balls already slick with spit.

Toji pants from the sensations and the sounds, this is the best neck he had in a while and all these slurping, sucking, and groaning sounds are gonna make him cum too quickly.

Toji: panting "Alright stop princess, get in the bed and undress."

She takes his dick out of her mouth, strings of saliva linking his dick to her lips. She’s panting a bit, her already plump lips swollen, the bottom red… she looks an absolute mess. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and stands up, her legs feeling a bit weak from being on her knees. She walks towards the bed and takes her shoes off, and once she’s sitting she takes off her jumpsuit. Not only she didn’t have a bra (which is understandable with that outfit) but she also had no panties on. Toji observes her body, it looks even better naked. It takes everything in him to not just fuck her right there and then, but for some reason he wants her to enjoy it too even though she doesn’t deserve it after being such a bitch to him all day. He takes off his clothes too and Maze feels like a dog in heat when she sees him fully naked. He looks like a fucking Greek god. Everything about him is perfect. His face, his body, his XXL monster dick… she can feel her pussy throbbing in anticipation. Toji comes to the bed on top of her, his huge body caging her much smaller one. His hand starts caressing her waist, the touch making her shiver. Before she can say anything his lips finally find hers, and she moans once she gets to know what he tastes like. Toji kisses her slowly and sensually as he tastes the both of them. His tongue quickly finds hers again as they dance together, a slow dance quickly turning into a battle for dominance. Maze grips his broad shoulders, fuck she wants more of him, she needs so much more… she feels him tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, which makes her aching for his touch even more. And suddenly she feels his hand leaving her waist to caress his way to her dripping wet core. She shivers in excitement then lets out a gasp that’s followed by a moan once his fingers start rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions.

Maze: "Mmmh…. fuck… Toji…."

Toji: "So now you know my name uh?"

Maze can’t respond, she suddenly feels embarrassed for pretending to not know when now she’s moaning the very name she was disrespecting. All she can do is moan.

Toji kisses and licks her neck as he keeps playing with her little pussy.

Toji: "You want more?"

Maze simply nods, and then he suddenly stops to grab her hips and flips her on her stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise. The first thing he does is finally grab this fat ass of hers. This is exactly how he imagined. It’s like squeezing two giant marshmallows. Her ass is so soft and he feels like he can play with that shit for hours. He grabs it, smacks it, and makes it recoil… fuck it feels like Jell-O in his hands. Maze on the other hand moans from the attention he’s giving to her.

Toji: "Get on your hands and knees."

She happily does as he says and arches her back. The way that drives her hookups insane. Toji curses under his breath and admires the work of art in front of him. Asses tends to look bigger in backshots but now? Her shit just straight up looks like two planets. And the way she arches her back? He’s wondering how is it even possible. He runs his hand on her ass and her back, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. In those moments he’s always glad to have a big dick because there are no issues of slipping out when dealing with a big butt. He grabs his dick and starts grinding it between her cheeks, his other hand resting on her hip.

Maze: "Please put it in me…" She begs, her voice almost a whisper as she looks over her shoulder, she’s so horny right now she might cry if she doesn’t get dicked down in the next few seconds. Toji chuckles and slides his dick on her pussy lips, the tip of his cock making out with her slick folds. Maze can’t take all of this teasing anymore. She needs him BADLY. She lets out a soft whimper

Maze: "God please Toji… I need you right now…"

Toji: "Seems like you know how to ask for something uh? Beg for me princess and I’ll give you what you need."

She takes a deep breath, she’s never felt so submissive in her life, and she sure liked that. She looks into his eyes, they’re pleading

Maze: "Please Toji, please… I’m begging you… please fuck me… I need you inside me so badly…"

Toji hums in satisfaction

Toji: "Good girl."

Finally, he starts sliding himself inside of her, and she’s so wet that it comes in easily. ‘Fuck she’s so tight’ is what he’s thinking as he dives deeper and deeper inside of her. Maze gasps in pleasure as she feels herself getting penetrated. ‘God he’s so big’ is what she’s thinking as she grips the sheets to steady herself.

Toji starts rocking his hips slowly against hers, feeling the way her tight vagina swallows him. He grunts as he hears her beautiful moans filling the room. Shortly after his pace increases, causing her to moan louder. And mind you, he’s not even fully inside her. Maze feels so good right now she can’t think about anything else but Toji giving her pleasure.

Toji: "You know I’m not all the way in right?"

And when he says that her eyes widen in shock. What do you mean he’s not fully inside her when she feels already so full?! She thought that she might have heard him wrong but no she heard that correctly. She looks over her shoulder, a face of confusion and pleasure greeting him

Toji: "You heard me. Why do you think this ass of yours is not making any noise yet?"

Damn she knew that something was kinda off. He’s really not joking. Toji has that smug look on his face

Toji: "Think you can handle it and take it like a good girl princess?"

Maze hesitates. He’s only halfway there and she already feels full as hell. But she’s not a punk. She can take it. So she nods and Toji smirks. He smacks her ass and then pushes inside, making him groan deeply and Maze almost cries out in pain and pleasure. She can’t even think about saying something that he starts going faster and harder

Toji: "That’s it. Take that fucking dick."

Maze moans louder than before as she feels Toji kissing her cervix, her moans are a mix of pain and pleasure as she feels him violating her insides. Nobody ever reached that spot and now she feels like her brain is melting. All she can do is moan and repeat the same words like a mantra ‘Oh yes, fuck, Toji, oh my god, it feels so good’ Toji looks at the way her ass bounces and makes waves from the contact of his hips, the view along with the sensation of being balls deep inside her and her loud moans make his cock twitch. He grabs and smacks her ass, his pace doesn’t decrease a bit

Toji: "You thought you could boss me around? You thought you could treat me like shit?"

Maze can’t help but moan in response, she’s unable to talk, and the pleasure overtakes her mind and body. Toji grabs her ponytail and pulls her head down. She cries out when she feels her hair being pulled, she loves that shit.

Toji: "Answer me bitch."

When he calls her a bitch, she can feel herself tightening around him. She’s barely able to form a proper sentence as she replies to him, almost mumbling

Maze: "N-no… I’m sorry Toji…" once it’s finally out she keeps moaning in pleasure, she doesn’t remember the last time a man has ever made her feel that good. Toji starts going harder, the tip of his dick slamming her cervix in violent thrusts. Maze can’t help but moan louder and louder, her already ruined makeup from the blowjob getting even more messier as tears start rolling down her face. Toji grunts as he feels how tighter she’s getting from his talk and his thrusts. She makes him feel so fucking good

Toji: "You’re still gonna act like a bratty little bitch towards me Mazikeen?" He says as he keeps giving her these punishing and powerful thrusts

She can feel herself getting tighter again as he calls her by her full name. She feels like her soul has left her body from the amount of raw pleasure Toji is giving her

Maze: "I won’t be… i promise" she mumbles out

Toji: "From now on you’re gonna stop being a pain in the ass, you’re gonna let me do my fucking job and respect me got it?" His voice is deeper than usual, the pleasure and physical effort can be heard.

All she can do is agree with him. She doesn’t have the strength to be defiant anymore with the way he fucks her so good. Toji chuckles and holds her ponytail tighter

Toji: "Look at you unable to fucking talk. Thought you could take it princess?" He taunts. All she can do is moan.

Toji: "See how it feels like to get fucked by an ‘old man’? You see the difference between me and the losers you be having?" He says his hips still slamming against her ass

Maze can only nod as she looks at the ceiling. She had good sex before but like he said, he’d fuck her brains out and this is exactly what he’s doing. She has a dumb look on her face as she takes every inch of his dick in her dripping cunt.

Toji: "You’ve never had anyone fuck you dumb like this uh? But you let that the same bodyguard you called 'creepy old and broke’ give you the best fuck of your life uh?"

God if he doesn’t shut up… all of his dirty talk is gonna make her cum very soon if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. Toji can feel himself getting close as well so he lets go of her hair to grab her ass tighter as he keeps pounding the fuck out of Maze.

Toji: "Im gonna cum princess. And just so you know, I’m not planning to pull out"

Maze feels her heart beating faster. She’s not on birth control and the idea of Toji cuming in her is terrifying but also very exciting.

Maze: "I-I’m not on bc…" she moans out

Toji: "Then pray you won’t get knocked up by your bodyguard" he replies as he keeps fucking her. He can feel her getting tighter again, the idea of him spilling his cum in her is probably very appealing to her. She wants it as much as he wants it.

Toji: "That would be too bad if you got knocked up by your bodyguard right princess? What would your father think uh" Maze bites her lip, why is he talking about that when she’s a few thrusts away from cuming?

Maze: "Don’t talk about him now…" she moans out, feeling closer and closer to the edge. Toji chuckles

Toji: "Once I cum in you, you’re mine got it? Only I get to fuck you, you heard me?"

Maze can only agree. She nods frantically as she grips the sheets so tightly she might rip them off. Toji smacks her ass hard

Toji: "Such a good little slut. Now cum for me princess. Cum on your cock"

Once she hears that it’s over. Her hand reaches her clit and all it takes is a few fast circles for her to come apart. She cries out his name loudly and she squirts all over the bedsheet, her cyprine forming a small puddle between her knees and dripping on her thighs. She sees white while she keeps panting from the intensity of the intercourse. He can’t see from his position but once she screams his name, hears something dripping on the bedsheet and feels her pussy pulsating, all it takes is a few more thrusts and he groans loudly, feeling himself spilling his cum deeply inside her, painting her cunt white. She feels the warm substance in her and she moans at the sensation, goddamn this is the hottest thing a man has ever done to her. He pulls out and they both collapse on the bed, heavily breathing from the intensity of their sex. Maze shakes a bit, feeling the cum dripping out of her. Toji lays next to her, seeing that she’s so exhausted that she apparently doesn’t mind laying on her puddle of love juice. He looks at her trembling frame, her ruined makeup and cheeks wet in tears. He smiles to himself. She’s gonna behave from now on. After a while she finally talks, her voice a bit shaky and low.

Maze: "Could you… get me a Plan B please?"

Toji smirks. She asked politely. He fucked the attitude out of her, which is gonna make his job as her bodyguard much more easier. They’re gonna have so much fun together. And he’ll probably get a promotion for finally taming his boss’ bratty daughter. That was one hell of a good first day.

Toji: "Of course princess. I’ll get you one right away"

[merchelsea]

private support- george russell

pairing: george russell x fem! model! reader

summary: you are constantly fighting george’s haters on interviews and socials, but when you need him to do the same, he doesn’t.

author’s note: my first time writing angst, please give me some tips to improve!! and i’m actually taking requests now, so if you have any, let me know!

word count: 2k+ (not counted properly)

warnings: angst, fighting, miscommunication, racism accusations, silence treatment, confused reader.

your mind snapped back to reality as your hairstylist, who also happened to be your best friend, playfully snapped her fingers in front of your face.

"what are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and concern as she stood before you, demanding an answer.

"nothing," you quickly shot back, though the truth was quite the opposite. you had been mulling over everything that had transpired in the past week.

a false accusation of racism had been circulating on the internet, and it had been so well-constructed that people started believing you were capable of such a thing.

it was frustrating that almost no one believed you, but it was even more frustrating that you couldn't deny it. this whole scandal had brought up an unwanted spotlight, and you were obligated to follow a contract, which meant that, if they were to push you under the bus because they'd benefit from it, they could. and that is exactly what they did.

you felt anger and disappointment toward those you worked with daily, as you never thought they would betray you in such a way. in response, you had pulled all available strings and taken legal action to clear your name. while you had managed to set the record straight publicly through the legal process, it did little to ease the weight on your mind.

"that’s bullshit, you have been watching that tiktok for 15 minutes." your friend quipped, redirecting your attention to your phone, which had been playing the same vogue advertisement repeatedly. "so, what's on your mind?"

you sighed, contemplating the flood of thoughts but reluctant to discuss them. "a lot of stuff, but I really don't want to talk about it." your friend took a deep breath and reluctantly accepted your reluctance. "fine," she conceded. as much as she could try to hide it, you knew her, and realized she wasn't happy about it. "don't get mad."

"I’m not mad. I just don’t understand why you never talk with me about this stuff." you furrowed your brows as she moved to hold your hair from behind, starting to curl it again. "I mean, I’m supposed to be your best friend, you should be able to talk with me."

"it's about george," you exhaled as she began working on your hair, curling it once more. "what did he do?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "you guys never fight."

"he didn’t do anything, that’s the problem." you explained, feeling the heat of anger dissipate. the woman behind you turned your chair to face her, and you knew it was time to open up about it.

"what happened, babe?" she asked, pulling over a bench and sitting down. it was clear that she recognized the importance of the conversation.

you silently wondered about what to say for minutes, because even tho it was something really clear in your mind, you had no idea of how to put it into words.

she grew impatient in front of you, drumming her fingers in the bench she was sat in, waiting for you to break.

"he still hasn't said anything about this. he talked to me, told me he knew I could never do such a thing," you began, picking up a makeup pencil to occupy your hands. "but people asked him in interviews, and he didn't even deny it. he would just say hat he wouldn't comment on it."

You felt a mix of emotions, ranging from sadness to disappointment. You had always defended George in similar situations, in interviews, instagram stories, fighting people on twitter. in every way you could.

unintentionally, you expected him to do the same for you when the time came. but it came and he didn't. you couldn't really blame him because you never even talked to him about it, he had no way of knowing, but you did, you blamed him.

you blamed him and you felt awful for that. it was all an endless circle of guilt and shame that you were trying to run of. confused, stressed, attacked. how could someone be fine while feeling all of that?

questions lingered in your brain as your best friend talked to you, trying to help you in the better way she could. besides all of the mess, she was the one thing you were sure off, she was your rock, stabling you through the storm.

posting that video and coming clean about the situation had been a good step, but it hadn't eased the stabbing pain in your chest.

coming home to him was harder than ever. you had ignored his calls and every single one of his attempts to contact you. it was childish of you, and you were aware, but you just couldn't help it.

anyways, things had to be said.

as you entered the room, you found george lying on the couch in his mercedes shirt. he smiled when he saw you, relieved that you had come. he thought you wouldn't come, that caused by the three days left on read and the 14 missed calls.

seeing you was a relief for him. he immediately got up and walked to you, but you denied his attempt to touch your face. the smile on his face disappeared as fast as it came on.

"hey, what happened?" he attempted to caress your cheek, but you pulled away his arm. "what did I do?" his confused and saddened gaze filled you with regret and you realized what you were doing.

you weren't being fair.

"I'm sorry. I just—" you began, stepping back. his reaction made you realize that you needed to communicate openly. "I need to talk to you," you said, and george nodded, ready to listen. he looked genuinely terrified as you refused his touch, not understanding what he had done wrong.

"okay... hm. lets sit down." he suggested, trying to make it as comfortable as he could for you.

you both moved to the couch, sitting on opposite ends. george looked you in the eye, waiting for you to speak.

"so, you know about that racism accusation, right?"george nodded, not daring to speak. "I'm kind of upset about it."

"well that's understandable, yo-"

"george," you interrupted, wanting to clarify your point. "I'm not really worried about the accusation itself right now. you haven't said anything about it yet." the brit furrowed his brows.

"what? I told you exactly what I thought that same night. you could never do such thing and I know that very well." you sighed, annoyed again. it was difficult to try and see things from his perspective, but the truth is that you weren't explaining him things clearly.

"that's not what I mean. you've talked about it with me, but you never did on public. you never said that 'i could never do such thing' to anyone else." his eyes fall on you again, softened this time.

"oh." it lingers in the air for quite some time as he gets ahold of his thoughts and you grow inpatient. "I'm sorry about that. I never thought you wanted to." some other words danced on the tip of his tongue. he contained himself, but he could've easily ended this argument.

"you never thought? how's that?" you offendedly ask. how could you not want your boyfriend to have your back?

"well, once you told me you didn't like the thought of being seen as dependent of me. that you wanted to be seen as an independent and strong woman. I respected, and still respect that." you recalled saying this after a long night in monaco. deep conversations had become a regular occurrence between you two after his race weekends.

"it's not about depending on you; it's about you supporting me," you raised your voice, making it clear how upset you were. "I always do that for you, and it doesn't mean anything."

"yeah, because the media and society are twisted as fuck, and we both know that," george said, turning his body towards you, now more open to discussing the issue. "tell me that if it were me in your position, you wouldn't be labeled as a woman who needs her boyfriend to protect her. do you have any idea of how you would be talked about?"

you hated it when he was right, but he was right now. however, he seemed to miss your perspective on all of this.

"I wouldn't care. I would know you were by my side and I wouldn't care."

"your such a bad liar. you would care. you would and you will because I gave an interview like two days ago, talking about it." he sighs. "because even though I knew it wasn't what you would've wanted, I could not keep quite while you were going through all of that."

silence fills the room as you both just stare at each other. how could have you missed this? okay, you had been avoiding anything george related for the past days, but you would know. wouldn't you?

"of course that, I could've told you if you just picked up your damn phone." george got up and left for your bedroom before you had a chance to react. but he did exactly what you needed—he gave you some time to think, to process, and to feel guilty for treating him poorly when all he had done was thinking of you.

you took out your phone and searched his name on twitter. the first thing coming up being exactly what you were looking for.

"it's unacceptable. it's actually unacceptable that someone can do this and live their life in peace. that person screwed her over — her name, her work, everything she represents. yeah, no, I can not deal with this shit. I mean, she is the most admirable person in this earth and people who can't deal with other's happiness just keep trying to mess that up. they wont succeed, though. she is incredible enough to not let that happen." "george, does it bother you that it was a fan of yours who came up with this?" "fan? sorry but that can't be called a fan. that is just a jerk who tried to ruin someone's life. does it bother me that is the love of my life being attacked? a lot. it drives me crazy. as I said before, I can't deal with this. I honestly think it would be easier if I was the one being attacked. I just can't understand why someone would do this to her. she always does what's best for others, she supports everyone, is always out there in the world fighting other's fights and this is how she is payed? it's not fair, it's just not fair." "i have only one more question for you. why did it take you so long to speak about this? even your teammate, lewis hamilton, talked about this the day it came out, and you're only just now coming clean." "well obviously I wanted to talk about this from the moment I saw it. it took a lot of me to not start a war right there. but we all know how fucked up the world is and how she would've been talked about if I came straight to interviews. she probably will even get a few comments about me but I couldn't keep it in. if she is not allowed to speak, I'll speak for her. that's how we work. we love each other and we support each other." "uh, i'm sorry george. not allowed?" "thank you for having me."

his face displayed anger, and he seemed more than ready to start a war. you couldn't help but smile throughout the whole video, feeling grateful for the man you had by your side.

and then it hit you—you had been treating him horribly when he didn't deserve it. in fact, he deserved the opposite. so, you got up and went to apologize.

opening the bedroom door, you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door. he had been waiting for you.

"I'm sorry," you said as you moved closer. he pulled you close by the waist, hugging your body, and you caressed his hair.

" you need to talk to me," he murmured against your belly.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry," you said, taking his head in your hands and forcing him to look up at you. "I promise you that from now on, we'll discuss everything. I love you so much."

"I love you too. you know that, right?" you nodded your head with a big smile. if this had shown you something, was that he loved you.

"I know, and I'm sorry for cutting you off when things went bad. that was really shitty of me." you looked up, admitting your mistakes.

"never do that again, I got so afraid. I thought I had lost you."

"I'll never do it again. I promise." you stuck out your pinky and he took it. sealing the promise with a kiss on your enlaced fingers.

[arceus-insanity]

With the Series Ending

I decided to do this solely based on canon, except for F which are so bad that they transcend the rule. I also put this in the lens of do I enjoy watching them, or do they infuriate me. Most of the ones in G are there because I can't tell who they are from the picture, or are so minor I don't get why they were on the list to begin with

Hawks was the hardest to place because as I've mentioned before I love villain fanon Hawks, and hate Canon for all the missed potential and the guy being shit.

Before the last arc, Deku would have been in C, and I felt most criticisms of him were undeserved. I still feel a lot of them are dumb, however, he's canonically a hypocritical, suck-up to labels, abuse apologist, idiot, etc. As much as it feels like character assassination it's canon, same with Shoji. I also just don't care to read fanfiction of him, and feel he takes a lot of roles where other characters would make more sense. If I'm not already following someone I'm not going to read fanfiction with him in it

Most of E I hate as much if not more than F but the fandom either doesn't write about, or treat them like the pieces of crap they are, looking at Mineta of course.

Fun fact Edgeshot is in E for bringing Bakugo back, and causing me both meta and dramatic issues for me. What the fuck was the point of killing Bakugo to immediately bring him back. How the fuck did Edgeshot know he could do this? How the fuck did he know how to do this? Why the fuck is he doing this for some random teenager he has never interacted with before, in the middle of a war? And now why the fuck does this fucker get to live, no one gave a single fuck about Edgeshot but he gets to live!

Centipeder would have been in E if not for the fact I know what my ringtone for him would be, Red Flags by Tom Cardy

Uraraka owes her rank in B for her arc with Toga, otherwise, she would have been in D. For the plot forgoing her original motivations so they could turn her into a generic love interest. Toga tried talking crushes with her 'twice' everything else regarding that shit, which started before they ever met, is on her

I actually love Endeavor fanfics as most of them either a treat his abuse for what it is, or b I view them as an own on canon Endeavor and his incredible laziness and selfishness. But Twitter exists and they flock to him and his bullshit so to F with him.

Speaking of Fs, Bakugo is a whiney spoiled rotten brat with a silver spoon shoved into his mouth since birth. I hope he never breeds. Damn near every shit thing that has happened to him, was either brought on by himself, literally applied to everyone, he literally doesn't care, and even with the two exceptions I'd give this, the Sludge guy, and being chained up at the sports fest (he should have been disqualified), do not justify his shit

Congrats to Dark Shadow and Tokoyami for being the only hero (student) to make it past B

Needless to say I love villains, Dabi is by far my favourite, followed by Himiko, they are way more engaging and convincing than the heroes. And by convincing I mean it actually feels like they are going to put in effort to make their goals happen, not just wish really hard. I truly wish we could have seen how Shigaraki's goals shifted during his reign over the PLF. We had already seen how he wanted the League to be happy and an exception to his goal of destruction

[irazai]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 I'LL BE YOUR GIRL, LET YOU TASTE IT : a ryuunosuke akutagawa fic.❞

❝ "he is such a daddy."  . . . popular streamer 'a' once again makes the girls swoon over him by making out with his girlfriend on stream.❞ one hour ago.

🎀  LIGHTS, CAMERA AND STREAM! ; the hottest streamers and all about them and more at www.iradorroarchives.com..

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . please don't come at me with the "aku would never act like this!!" -- he will in my mind.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; streamer!aku, boyfriend!aku, mean!aku, fem!reader, nsfw, dry humping, riding, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, clit pinching, rough play, smacking, gagging due to fingers forced down the throat, manhandling, blood play, lip biting, making out on camera, semi public sex in a way?, uses of mommy and princess, slight degradation and that's all i remember lol.

ideal.

ideals.

what a load of bullshit.

till it isn't anymore.

ideas give birth to ideals and ideals, if taken the wrong way, leads to a world of narcissism. not always, but surely at times.

but ideas and ideals are also necessary and absolutely essential in the society to ensure that it works properly and in harmony.

because everyone who lives, thinks and when he thinks, he thinks no one else ever thought of what he did, which isn't entirely right or wrong.

and everyone had ideals and everyone has ideas and everyone likes someone else who fits their ideals and ideas and everyone wants to fit in the ideals and ideas of others.

perplexing? sure is.

not for the man sitting on his gaming chair though. he who had crafted a mask so tempting that it fits many people's 'ideals', his massive following is the proof of it and the stans on twitter who go berserk after any and every 'attractive' thing he does and makes edits, are the unshakeable evidence of his charms and charisma and also his ability to deceive others.

"what did you say?" it is not common of him to abandon his on going stream to look at you who stood behind his camera set up, an eyebrow cocked up as if to challenge you to utter those words again.

"i said you are a loser." you smile, playfulness written all over your face as you provoked your boyfriend by once again poking fun at his fascination and knowledge of criminal psychology and the overall criminal world and crimes.

"and what makes you think your opinion matters?" akutagawa scoffed with his eyebrow still raised yet with one glance at the screen to see the chat going wild over him as they found him hot, a cocky grin spread upon akutagawa's face and he leaned forwards to grab the packet of cigarettes and to pull a stick out.

"your opinion matters more then anyone else's to me so shouldn't mine matter more then anyone else's for you too?" you tilt your head as you watch him, observe him even, as he lights the end of the stick and push it between his lips.

why he smoked is something you'll never understand no matter how many cynical words he used to explain this addiction of his, saying how smoking isn't a reward but a punishment for when he thinks he hadn't performed as well as he expected.

you did not like it. so you take a step forwards slowly, not being afraid of coming in the camera frame as the man who has everyone whipped for his calm yet raspy voice and the way he so easily yet with a neutral base explained morbid and gruesome details of morbid cases . . . (and he also played horror games), is not someone who is very fond of pda yet despite so, he had made it obvious from day one that you were his girl with the way he stood so close to you or spoke directly next to your ear or close to your face, not wanting to be away from you or at a distance from you.

"why on earth do you crawl to those that are harmful for you?" you whisper for only him to hear as half of your upper body became visible on the camera frame when you planted your hand on the armrest and leaned in to take the cigarette stick from his hand, akutagawa only smiled as he let you, before he too, whispered,

"because i like it when you worry over me."

perhaps the words were simply just charming but you still couldn't stop the frown from etching onto your lips as you stared at him, unfazed.

you leaned up with a sigh and took a few steps away, after which only did you do your next step ; bringing the stick of pain closer to your lips to get a taste of what is in the nicotine in it that has your boyfriend coming back to it time and time again.

"hey, no. don't even think about it." akutagawa tsked as he watched you not reacting or taking his words seriously and with a sigh, he stood up from his chair to take big steps closer to you.

"come on, it's just one puff ryu. you do it all the time so why not let me try it too?" you tried not to grin as you took a step back to maintain the initial distance between you two but one glance up at akutagawa and it was clear that he didn't share the same amusement as you did right now.

"because i said so." akutagawa told, extending his arm to grasp your wrist to stop you from taking another step back and he pulled on it, pulling you and making you bump against his chest as he stared down at you, looking unamused.

"well then if i say so then you should also not smoke." you knew your attempt at negotiation is worthless yet you still tried but when the ends of the man's lips twitched before they curled up into a taunting smile, you knew it was hopeless to even think of using words against the one who weaves words like silk.

you watched with lips parted for a possible protest when akutagawa took the cigarette stick from your hand and brought it towards his lips again.

"and what if i refuse? are you gonna hit me princess?" akutagawa taunted in a low tone as if his voice isn't already enough to make the blood in your body pump excitedly. he even leaned down to look directly into your eyes and so, gulping your shyness, you nodded.

"i will. i'll punch you so hard that you'll be crying like a little boy." you warned or, well, tried to then why did you take a step back immediately?

simple because akutagawa had the ability to make you grow shy and flustured with even a glance so when he took a step towards you, you took one back on instinct as you felt joy twirl your heart in a dance.

"yeah? then why are you moving backwards princess? c'mere and punch me." akutagawa smirked as he said so and you shook your head, trying not to smile as you kept on walking backwards.

and as you did, your eyes went up and down to check the man stalking towards you, akutagawa isn't the most muscular and is more on the lean side yet he still had some assets, from his pale veiny hands to the soft abs hidden by the white short sleeved t-shirt and a leather jacket on top of it. black always did look the best when he wore it after all.

you kept on walking backwards and akutagawa kept on walking forwards ; the dance of the predator and the prey came to an end when the back of your knee bumped against his gaming chair and taking it as an opportunity, akutagawa took a big step forwards and pushed you on the chair with his knees.

you sat on the chair and your eyes immediately widened as the camera lens mocked you from your peripheral vision yet it was the least of your concerns when akutagawa leaned down, placing both his palms on the armrests, the cigarette between his lips as he smirked down at you like a predator who finally has its prey cornered.

if only one of you two could turn your heads to watch the chat going in a frenzy at this unexpected act, then maybe things wouldn't have escalated further but then again, perhaps akutagawa had been searching for this opening to make it clear to everyone that he belonged to someone.

"stop or i'll punch you for real ryu." you smiled up, leaning back on the chair as you bit your lip to suppress the smile which threatened to break on your face.

"go for it, let's see if you actually have the guts princess." akutagawa challenged but when he tried to move back to stand straight, your fingers found themselves clasping around his hand as you did not want him to end this moment.

so with a smile, you took on his challenge as you raised your knee up to hit him on his stomach, akutagawa stopped you immediately as his hand grasped your knee and he pulled it up to make your leg wrap around his waist, keeping you in that position.

"say you are sorry." akutagawa said but you only scoffed, tilting your head.

"or else what? you are going to cry to your mommy little boy?" your cockiness was thrown out of the window the moment akutagawa used his other hand to do the same for your other leg as he did with the first one before he twisted both of your bodies so that he would be the one sitting on the chair and you on his lap.

"who let that tongue of your's get so sharp?" akutagawa titled his head as he grasped your chin between his fingers, looking at the screen to make sure the chat doesn't find this too offending and once he saw the positive response overtaking the negative one, akutagawa smirked a bit to make this more memorable for his viewers before he raised his eyes from your lips to your cheeks to your nose to your eyes, completing a journey in which his eyes feasted upon you and your features.

you do not reply yet only smile as you let him toy with you, finding it hard to not smile when he turns your face to the sides using your chin before letting go of your chin but his assault on your face continues as he lightly smacked you -- perhaps the correct term would be 'gently patting' your cheek if we judge his action and the force he used to carry it.

"answer me." akutagawa mumbled but when he saw you bite your lip as you tried not to smile, he gently smacked your other cheek, entertained by your reactions.

"why should i?" your words hitted the right spots as akutagawa sighed, leaning down on the chair as he adjusted himself and you on his lap before he looked at the chat, smacking you again and making your head turn to the other side.

"wait who was gonna tell me he has a gf?"

"what a daddy. daddy daddy daddy."

"MANSPREADING?? HELLOEWTDD???"

"i moaned and something else purred."

"kiss kiss, fall in love."

"did he run out of topics? what's the use of bringing his gf to this stream?"

"bros desperation is showing."

"what are her socials? i am sure i can treat her better."

oh.

ideas are ideals yet ideas are dangerous if thought about without morality and resistance.

and akutagawa does not entertain any thoughts of this kind where people think they are free to imagine themselves with what akutagawa had already claimed as his.

for akutagawa is a possessive man, quite territorial in his nature.

his eyes narrow like how a tiger's does when it sees someone, a unwelcomed guest in its territory.

the tiger takes a step forwards slowly. akutagawa licked his bottom lip before he decided to take in your appearance to see your chest rising and falling calmly as you breath through your nose, the way your eyelids move when you blink to hide your preety irises from him temporarily before showing itself to him again, the way you are silently smack your lips as you wait for akutagawa to do something or say something yet all he does is stare at you while listening to the comments piling in by every passing second, no doubt many more would've had commented how they think they can treat you better then him.

how on earth can they even begin to think of such a big misunderstanding and how can they, with the passing second, continue to believe the little delusion their mind created for them?

there is a freeze in the muscles of the tiger before it begins to run towards the intruder. akutagawa's hand grasped both of your wrists before he brought them down, pinning them on top of your pubis mound as he leaned up to place his lips on your's, moving them slowly at first as his other hand grabbed your nape to move your face away from the camera and more towards him.

"won't apologise? you wanna keep on being stubborn?" akutagawa rasped, his breath getting a bit heavier as it is desire that is pushing down on his lungs everytime you or he moved, he could feel the outline of your dripping core on his crotch and near it and as you rubbed yourself on his thighs unconsciously during said movements, it drove him insane due to how restricted he is from freely touching you.

it all made sense. the reason for you to barge in and to try and provoke him and as akutagawa grinned at the realization, he smacked your cheek again. "such a needy princess, ain't ya?"

akutagawa had whispered out as to not let anyone else hear him yet his voice came out throaty as he did so, making it sound as if it had a hint of growl in it and that made your cunt to squeeze around nothing as more arousal dripped out of you and onto the fabric of your panties. you only nodded, licking your lip as akutagawa turned the chair around more so your bodies wouldn't be directly visible to the camera.

"so this is why you came to ruin my stream? because your pathetic fingers don't hit the same as your boyfriend's?" akutagawa mocked as he played with your bottom lip by flicking it, akutagawa raised his eyes to look at you as he smirked and let his hand (which was previously playing with your bottom lip) to trail along your cheek before cupping the curve of your jaw, "apologise to me already mommy."

akutagawa had softened his tone at the last part on purpose to make you feel breathless and breathless you were. your hands would've grabbed the collar of his jacket had it not been for his hand pining both of your's down.

akutagawa immediately leaned up to push his lips against your's as he pulled back as quickly yet didn't tilt his head back, choosing to remain in that proximity to tease you further knowing you and him share the same disadvantage of being unable to move freely.

"are you gonna stop --" you words were bought to a halt when akutagawa leaned in again to bump his lips against your's, the short moment of skin contact was frustrating to you,

--stop stream -- " you closed your eyes tightly before opening them again and akutagawa's hands grabbed your hips to adjust you to hide his crotch which is slowly growing hard under you, this caused your hands to be free and you immediately buried them under his shirt to lightly trace through his slight abs, your touch didn't feel as tickling as it felt stimulating for him, a light pink blushed coated his cheeks.

this had caused his eyes to widen and when his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, a sheet of satisfaction covered you as you slowly parted your legs to have your clothed cunt press up against his crotch more.

"ryu . . . are you gonna stop streaming now or do i have to fuck myself infront of all your viewers to get you --" your words stopped, eyes closed and your hands tracing his abs laid flat out against them when akutagawa tsked mocking, immediately capturing your lips with his.

he moved his lips with aggression and desperation as both of his hands raised slowly up your body, slithering up your sides before one rested on your collarbone in such a way that his thumb pressed against your collarbone while the other four fingers were digging into your shoulders.

akutagawa quickly separated as he raised his hand to smack you on the cheek, leaning near your ear to mutter,

"what a needy slut you are, princess. you wanna let my viewers see how much of a cock hungry slut you are? go on, make a fool out of yourself f'me." akutagawa tilted his head.

his words made your thighs twitch yet you quickly shook your head as your hands clawed at his abs as if desperately trying to hold him, "n-no ryu, 'm sorry, ryu really. please ryu. sorry, 'm really sorry. for real."

your words came out smoothly in a whiny tone as you pecked his lips after every 'sorry' you pronounced and this action of attaining forgiveness and reawaken some slept on softness in his heart made akutagawa grin.

not smile but grin almost close to a smirk as the cockiness radiated off of him.

"you are sorry? really? won't be a brat anymore, right princess?" akutagawa mimicked you by pecking your lips after every sentence he spoke and when you parted your lips to speak, akutagawa shoved his index and middle finger down your mouth as the pads of both the fingers pressed down on your tongue to make you unable to speak or even close your mouth.

"shh. be a good girl and take it." akutagawa said while he pressed down on your tongue more while pushing his fingers deep till they were in knuckles deep, your gags and the saliva dripping down your chin made his cock harden up more.

the saliva dripped down your chin slowly made it hard for akutagawa to remain still, his legs twitched and he pressed down ever harder on your tongue making you jerk up as you looked at him through blurry eyes, the sight causing him to tilt his head back and moan and when he did so, his adam's apple bobbing up and down was a sight for your eyes to feast upon.

"f-fuck it." akutagawa stuttered and cursed as he tilted his head back up before immediately pulling his fingers out of your mouth and instead, replacing it with his lips on your's.

immediately, he pushed on his heels to roll the chair forwards, the wheels of the chair crushed the cigarette which dropped from his hand long ago and along with that, so did his stream end. after doing so, akutagawa's eyes shifted to you again as he lightly digged his teeth on your bottom lip thrice or twice as he leaned back on the chair to sit more comfortably, hands on your curves to guide you to lean back with him.

akutagawa's hands trailed up your body, squeezing the flesh along the way before one rested on your jaw as he gripped it with his fingers while the other once again went lower to grab and grope the flesh of your ass now, akutagawa's lips moved against your's before he began to leave little pecks on your bottom lip for a few seconds.

as he separated, akutagawa looked at the monitor to make sure the stream has ended and once he made sure of it, he turned his head back at you again to see you breathing heavily as you looked at him him with half lidded eyes as you licked your lips.

"how can i not give you my entire world when you are such a patient princess f'me?" akutagawa groaned, grabbing your hips again as he lifted himself from the chair, turning you two around before making you sit at the edge of his chair while he went down on his knees, looking up at you.

"ryu --"

"i know princess," akutagawa intrupted your whine as he clasped both of his plams with yours, pulling your arms and wrapping it around his neck which made you lean down towards him. akutagawa tilted his head up, once again kissing you while his hands undid your shorts knot and slipped under it to rub over the wet patch he felt before too, over your slit.

"let me reward you now, yeah?" akutagawa mumbled in the short course of time where his lips separated from your's before he began to kiss you again, his tongue slipping through the small partition between your upper and bottom lip which you created to allow him access inside.

his tongue swiped over your teeth once before he used his free hand to grab your palms which were turned into fists behind his head, pulling on both of your fists to pull you closer towards him and have his lips pressed dangerously close to your's.

his teeth clashed against your's while his tongue flicked your own, he pulled back slightly to have his attention on your bottom lip as he digged his teeth into it, drawing out a few beads of blood from your lip.

he immediately moved towards your upper lip as he left a gentle and soft peck on it, his finger which was rubbing your slit now moved up to pinch your clit which made you softly cry out.

as akutagawa's finger lowered towards your slit again, so did his lips as they sucked on your bottom lip as he sucked out the blood. your hands grabbed his hair tightly as he leaned up while still being on his knees to push you back onto the chair and he used his hand to push your legs apart and towards your chest after your back was supported by the back of the chair.

two of his fingers immediately plunged into your hole and you moaned out against his mouth which lead him to once again dig his teeth into your lip to draw out even more blood.

your hold on his hair tightened as he showed no mercy, as if the concept is foreign to him with the way he pushed and pulled his fingers out of you so fast, your chest heaved up and down with each thrust.

you were only given limited oxygen to breath into as akutagawa's attacks on your bottom lip didn't halt for even a second, alternatively sucking on your bottom lip and sucking the blood out or drawing more beads of blood out of your lip.

it was when he felt your walls tightening around his fingers that he raised his thumb to rub aggressive and quick circles around your clit, his lips leaving yours as you began loudly moaning and whimpering while your body shook as it prepared for the upcoming and quick orgasm though you didn't expect it to leave your body in such a way.

every nook and corner of your body felt the farewell of the orgasm as pleasure replaced it, your back arched as you leaned back even more on his chair, almost sobbing as akutagawa licked his lips and watched how your legs shook while you squirted, your panties and shorts getting wet was a sight that made his cock harden up even more.

akutagawa immediately grabbed your throat to pull you near him, not caring if you are still breathing heavily due to the orgasm or how your body is shaking, he watched your red and swollen bottom lip and parted his lips, pressing his down on it to experiment with it and see if the pressure of his tongue could draw out blood or not as he once again began to aggressively rub your clit and he whispered out, hot breath colliding with your mouth,

"give me one more princess? --" akutagawa paused to smirk cockily, poking your lip with his tongue. you parted your lips and he immediately began to suck on your upper lip, leaving it only to lick your bottom lip and suck on it softly instead.

your hands shakily grabbed the armrests of the chair to stabilize your shaky body as akutagawa's one hand was choking you lightly while the other was rubbing your clit and when he felt your body tense again.

"make a mess f'me please mommy." akutagawa whispered and watched you crumble down again as your body lost its strength and your head tilted back as your lips parted while you breathed out, short and rushed.

yet akutagawa wasn't one for mercy as he watched with awe at how he was able to make you squirt again, a odd sense of pride settling on his heart and mind.

immediately, akutagawa grabbed both sides of your waist to lift you up and turned both of you around again to make you sit on his lap again, spreading his legs to have you directly above his crotch and he didn't care for how you stained or made his jeans wet.

all he cared was to watch how you let out a dry sob when he humped up against you, the fabric of his jeans colliding with your wet panties and shorts which in turn, made contact with your swollen and sensitive clit and cunt, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through your body.

"ry-- ry-- yu --- ry --" you cry out again as you weren't given the chance to speak out his name even once as everytime you tried to call out his name, akutagawa humped up against you and left you a moaning and trembling mess.

"what's wrong mommy? thought you wanted to be fucked stupid? hm?" akutagawa innocently asked yet the smug smirk on his face told you just how much he enjoyed seeing you be a mess for him.

akutagawa raised his hand to cup your jaw and pull you closer, he affectionately rubbed the tip of his nose against your's before once again thrusting up against you which made you let out a choked moan.

"my preety princess." he planted a soft peck on your swollen lips before his eyes narrowed and he smirked as he whispered,

"i will make sure to make such a mess out of you tonight  . . . mommy." akutagawa teased mockingly as he scoffed and smirked once more before grabbing your hips to lift you up and pull down your shorts and panties just enough to let him see the arousal and cum dripping down your inner side and making a puddle on your panties.

akutagawa exhaled a shaky breath before bringing his hand near your clit and taping his knuckles against it to watch how you jerk up, letting out an affectionate sigh.

"such a preety thing, 's all for me, right?" akutagawa raised his eyes to look at you who was too fucked out to even reply and so, he clicked his tongue before raising his hand up to smack you with the back of his palm, (again, let's not forget that the force of his smacks hadn't once changed and continued to remain gentle).

"i asked you something, ain't you supposed to answer me mommy?" akutagawa raised his eyebrows as he pressed down on your clit yet again and watched leisurely how you jerked up, frantically nodding.

"use your words. you aren't mute, right?" akutagawa commanded and his smugness increased when he watches you sob as you shake your head for he knew just as well as you how he is making it hard for anything other then moans to leave your lips and he cooed as he raised one of his hands to wipe away the sweat forming on your forehead while the other hand had pulled down his zipper

"fine. you wanna be ungrateful to me after i've been so nice to you princess? go ahead and humor me." akutagawa grinned at the way you shook your head while he lifted you up using your thighs, quickly pulling his jeans and boxers down with much effort till they were pooled by his feet and he immediately pushed you down on his hardened and angry cock.

"-yo -- 's your's ry -- ahh - ryu! all of me -- is -- it's your's!!" you end up screaming out as he immediately begin thrusting into you and akutagawa hummed as he watched you shakily wrap your arms around his shoulder, clawing at his leather jacket as you lay your head down on his shoulder only for him to grab your nape to pull your head back so he could stare at your fucked out expression, and before he spoke, he smacked your cheek again as your head turned to the other side due to how lightheaded you feel as you feel another orgasm approaching you.

"such a good girl but don't you dare hide your face. let me see how much i am making you feel good, 'kay mommy? wanna see you as i fuck you stupid." akutagawa whispered and paused for a moment to watch you ; your back is arched as your nails dig into his leather jacket while your eyes are squinted as you try your best to not break the eye contact and akutagawa ran a hand through his hair to push his hair back, chuckling breathlessly before he groaned out, "fuck. fuck me mommy -- let me fuck you mommy. what a hot beauty you are."

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Anonymous asked: Okay answer me this, so I've read how trad publishing is going to shit, but self-publishing I doubt I could gain any traction with. Then why fucking write, ya know? People say, "write for yourself," which sounds like a lot of goody bullshit. I want people to love my writing, I need some type of validation. So, how the hell do I get anyone to care about my stories?

Just a quick note that this ask came in off Anon, and I wasn't sure if it was meant to, so I put I'm posting it Anon to be on the safe side.

So, I don't want to get too much into the "is traditional publishing dying" debacle, because it's a conversation that's complex and nuanced and outside of my energy reserves at the moment. What I will say is that the traditional publishers--the Big Five in particular--still dominate the market, especially where print books are concerned. And although self-publishing can respond more quickly to trends and shifting tastes, traditional publishing continues to evolve.

Having said that, even if traditional publishing was stronger than ever before, that wouldn't guarantee you a book deal. Even in the best of times, the odds of being traditionally published are between 1 and 2%. Even if you get a book deal, that doesn't guarantee your book will be a best-seller. Hundreds of thousands of books are traditionally published every year, and far fewer than 1% of those books will become best sellers. Being traditionally published doesn't even guarantee your book will be sold in brick and mortar bookstores. I can point you toward traditionally published books that have been out almost a year and still have fewer than 10 reviews on Amazon. I can point you toward many more with fewer than 30.

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The point is, it doesn't really matter how you publish. What you write, how you write, and how you market is far, far more important. But the reality is, most of us aren't writing the kinds of books that are going to be best-sellers, BookTok sensations, Oprah's Book Club selections, or get optioned for film rights before the ink on the book deal is even dry. So, when you say you need validation, what does that look like for you? Does it mean seeing your name at the top of the NYT best seller list for five weeks straight? Seeing your book on eye-level shelves at an international airport? Hundreds of fans showing up to your book signing? A-hundred thousand followers on Twitter eagerly awaiting news of your next release? Or, does it look like someone... anyone... enjoying your book enough to leave a 5-star review... someone calling you their favorite writer, several fans re-posting your cover reveal because they're so excited for your upcoming book, or someone writing to say your book got them through a difficult time in their lives? Because, while I would never tell you not to dare to dream of achieving the former list of expectations, I will absolutely tell you the latter list of expectations is well within your grasp. So, if that's validation enough for you, write for those people. If it isn't, and it's not enough to write for yourself, then I think all you can do is try. Write the best stories you can write. Get them out there. Promote the hell out of them and see what happens. Maybe you will be one of those lucky few who see their book at the top of the NYT best seller list for five weeks in a row. Or, maybe you won't, but you get a two-page e-mail from a fan who says your story changed their life. And maybe, after all, that's enough. Here are some posts that can help you start building a following ahead of publishing, whatever route you end up choosing. Building a buzz on social media ahead of publishing and consistent promotion afterward can make a big difference. Even if you publish traditionally. Guide: Getting Your Writing Noticed on Tumblr Guide: Author Platforms-What, Why, and How? Guide: How to Promote Yourself as a Writer/Author via Social Media 12 Sites for Sharing Original Fiction

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The aftermath of letting Tim and Tam drink without any adult supervision.

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Tim and Tam had a nice Saturday. 

The day that was started by nothing but bullshit from the Wayne family and was remedied by Tamara’s good redirection using alcohol is amazing. They may or may not have black outs around 9 in the evening and he doesn’t want to remember the shit Tam put him through.

But fate is a bitch and he wakes up in Tam’s living room, on her soft grey carpet and is now trending throughout the social media of Gotham. Is he aware of anything that could possibly result in the entirety of Upper Gotham to suddenly bombarded him with proposals of courtship? No. Is he enthralled by this sudden development? No. Did he want the ground to suddenly open up and swallow him and spew him out in Hokkaido? Yes! 

This sudden development was actually not a bad thing as he looked at Twitter and saw many screen-recorded shit he and Tam did. And lo and behold, it was from Instagram Live, not just anyone’s  Instagram Live but it was Tim’s Instagram Live. 

Sure, Tim’s Instagram is far less known than the public accounts of Richie Wayne and Brucie Wayne, with almost all of the population of Gotham and some of the neighbouring cities, but he has some good amount of followers to be famous but not a big time influencer. However, as any model that has been featured on some top magazines in Japan, he has enough influence to navigate the fashion industry, just like the bear jacket and the wedge high heels that he loves to wear everyday in Japan.

But then again, it was mostly just in Japan, Asia is already pushing it. So, he doesn’t really kind off get it how did the Americans found his Instagram Account, after all his username is not even close to Timothy Drake, it was akatori, directly translated to Red Bird and if the Gothamite actually have some brain cells to think, it was a direct hint that he was once the Red Bird, Red Robin, to be exact. 

But Timothy is not an idiot. Red Bird can have a lot of meaning. Like the tattoo that he got when he settled in Hokkaido, or it could be the emblem of once prestigious Drakes. Red Bird has a lot of meaning in Tim’s life and all of them hurt to different degrees.

Now, back to the trending page of Twitter. All of the clips of the live show were just him singing different songs. He doesn’t remember singing and he also doesn’t remember putting on a live show, heck he doesn’t even remember anything after the second bottle of tequila was down. 

He looked at the tags and he was trending under the tag of #tim_drake_live. He clicked on the first video that the tag has and it was him singing so passionately of Walls Could Talk by Halsey and Tam was beside him singing the oh-oh-oh part and it was hilarious. It was like he knew so many things that he could not say to the public and he was now suffering from it. Timothy chuckled at his thought but then halted as it was true to his life.

“Imagine the amount of tea this man could spill.”

“A nepo baby that decides to leave everything for peace? Spill the tea.”

He clicked another video and it was him singing to Tate McRae’s “you broke me first”. It was truly a song that can describe his emotions but he doesn’t expect himself to call out Richard’s name after the line of ‘Now suddenly you're asking for it back Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?’ Like where in the bloody soup of Kardashian’s list of lawsuits he got the confidence to call out Richie Wayne so boldly. Or could it be that he was just drunk?

“Wonder what did the bimbo Richie do to him?”

“THAT IS WHAT WE LOVE. NAME DROPPING”

“Imagine having the power to call Richard Wayne out for all of his bullshit, the power Tim Drake has is immaculate”

“#RichieWaynePartyisOver”

He clicked to several more videos of him just singing to different more songs but the one that captured his focus was the rendition of CARYS “Princesses Don’t Cry” and but his confident drunk ass change the princess to a Drake and he can see the sliver of tears sliding to his face and he knows why because he can still feel the light ache in his heart.

He looked at the comments and he was shocked to see people sympathising with him. He is not used to this, he was the one that always sympathises and not the other way around. And somehow, the sympathising of thousands of faceless people behind the screen made him feel so… valid. That he was heard and people actually listened to him and believed him. Something inside of him felt touched and was healed.

“The fact that he change the princess to drake is a power move, ngl”

“Didn’t the media say that he didn’t cry during his parent’s funeral, was it the drake’s fault or the wayne’s?”

“He also move away from gotham for seven years and he come back for his sister’s wedding, watta brother”

“Is it just me or did he cry during the bridge? I swear i saw tears”

“The voice kind off shakes throughout the whole song, unlike the prev songs”

“Could it be that the whole song applied throughout his life? He was a part of upper gotham after all”

He didn’t expect that other people that he doesn’t know, actually sides with him. He was believed for once and for all. He was not judged as a crazed lunatic that was looking for attention, that he was grieving or just lost in his emotions. He didn't need to explain his reasons, but then he was understood. 

He sighed and put his phone down and took a deep breath. He got up from the carpet and he freshened himself before he went to Tam that was dead asleep on her couch and somehow didn’t wake up with all the shit he played on his phone.

“Tam! Wake up!” Tim yelled at the girl but Tam just groaned and mumbled, “go fuck yourself.” and Tim just chuckled and let the young lady be. He went to the kitchen and gathered anything that he could make him a breakfast and maybe Tam if he felt like it.

He made himself a guacamole sandwich and made Tam one, because he doesn’t want to get hit and as he was eating, he decided to go live one more time to apologise to his behaviour the night prior. He clicked the live button and he smiled at the camera.

“Hey everyone. I am pretty sure that everyone that is here, saw what happened last night.” He awkwardly chuckled by himself. “I am pretty much black-out drunk and can’t remember what happened last night and if there are no clips circling throughout the internet, I would never know what I did.” 

“I am apologising for such display of behaviour and hopefully wouldn’t do it again in the future. But we will never know, maybe I got betrayed and chastised again and need to drink so much again.” He joked and the comments are egging him on making more drunk live karaoke nights, as it made them realise that they are not the only ones that are sad during holidays.

“‘Don’t apologise, we like the chaotic tim drake’ wah? Really? Was I really that entertaining?” Tim chuckled at the comment before addressing something more, “And please call me Timothy, Tim is for little me, Timothy sounds more elegant.”

““Who bets that Timothy preferred to call himself Tim before he left?’ Pretty sharp, huh? But no, my parents always called me Timothy with so much affection and I couldn’t listen to people calling me Timothy, as it brings me grief but now, I like it.”

““Didn’t your parents leave you by yourself?” Yes, that is true. But it was actually a series of trial and error. My parents brought me to a few of their digs and we found out the hard way that I should not be in dig sites.” Timothy chuckled as he remembered that Tim was brought in one of the dig sites at Peru and was found tampering with a very important relic and his parents just hired a nanny until Tim was ten. And Mrs. Mac became his guardian during those days until Janet died.

“ “And you just don't think that you are neglected?” Oh no. I may be a neglected child in front of the outside eyes but my parents always call me everyday if the service can reach them and once a week if the service can’t. We also do family bonding everytime they come home, we go golfing, rock climbing, fishing with dad, baking with mum and learning ancient texts with both of them.” Tim commented, hoping that it will finally remove any bad cloud in his parent’s reputation.

“My dad and mum may not be ideal parents for anyone but for me, I love my independence of cooking what I eat, cleaning my own room, doing my homework on my own and establishing some routine and schedule with no interference from my parents is actually really cool. My mum actually tried to bring up the idea of going with them one more time to a dig site so that she can watch over me everytime, not just when she comes home, but I knelt down and cried for 3 hours to just let me be and my mum just let it go. It stopped when she died.” He bitterly smiled at the attempts of his mother trying to include him at their dig and he always cried as he didn't want to stop his nightly escapades.

Before he can comment any further, Tam shows up behind him, clearly still has a hangover and just woken up, “Why does my phone have thousands of notifications?” 

TIm smiled as he pointed his phone to Tam, “Say hello to the live, Tam.” Tim chuckled and Tam paused as if she was processing what just Tim and hit Tim when everything finally set in. “I fucking hate you.” Tam cursed him as she went to the bathroom.

“There is a guacamole sandwich on the counter for you.” Tim yelled but Tam just popped her hand out and raised her middle finger, making Tim laugh. Tim looked back at the fast scrolling of comments until he saw a very interesting comment.

“ “Are you going to get back together?” Me and Tam? The chance of that happening is like the chance of Lex Luthor stopping antagonising Superman. And Tam has her own endeavour right now. She can’t court a certain baldie that has a penchant for breaking their nose.” Tim laughed at his own joke but  screamed when a cold pair of wet hands just suddenly wiped his face.

“I heard you were talking shit about me.” Tam said, quoting  a meme, making the comments send a bunch of laughing stickers and making Tim laugh after a while. Tam grabbed her sandwich and sat beside Tim, she bit into the sandwich as she asked, “So why are you livestreaming your morning? Is this a hobby of yours?”

Tim shook his hand, even Tam doesn’t remember what they did last night, “Apparently I livestream the two of us singing while drunk, and now everyone wants to know who the heck I am.” Tim briefly explained, and Tam choked a little, before giggling. 

“I knew you were going to have so much clout someday, and that is why I stuck around.” Tam laughed and Tim joined in. “What did you sing while drunk?” Tam asked as she took another bite of her sandwich. 

“I have so many songs that I sang. Apparently the live show was streaming for three hours, and I definitely sang for at least three hours. It is a miracle that I haven’t lost my voice.” Tim told Tam and Tam shot her eyebrows up.

“Damn, man. I know you are kind of indestructible but damn.” Tam said before she looked at the camera and added, “I mean in any way shape or form.” she winked.

Tim rolled his eyes, “So, yeah. The Waynes probably want to know where I am and I need to go back, I still need to prepare for my sister’s wedding. Thank you everyone, and again I am very sorry for my actions last night.” Tim said as he waved to the camera before ending the live.

Tim sighed, “I am very shocked that none of the Waynes are actually trying to break into your house.”

Tam laughed, “I may or may have not done something about that.” she cryptically said. 

Tim widened his eyes, “What did you do?”

Tam grinned, “When I got the news that you filed for your resignation letter, and even the Waynes don't have any clue where you are, they went through with everything that happened after you left to travel the world. But I stepped my foot down when they were trying to break into my house and my office trying to figure out where you are after I got your new number.”

“And they listened to you?” Tim is in disbelief, the Bats listened to someone who established boundaries? That’s news to him.

“Apparently threatening them with you is very effective, since it was kind of fairly recent that you went off the face of earth.”

“Wonder how that works.” Tim murmured, probably guilt and conscience. But Tam heard him and just winked at him.