#fuck i love him y'all the movie made me so mad

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ALRIGHT Y'ALL MADE ME DO IT!!!

My unpopular tig/tgg opinions!!

FIRST!

These are MY opinions and i'm allowed to have my own thoughts on certian things, just as you are, okay..? Just wanna..get this out of way, i know everyone is respectful in this fandombut still.

1. this is something that should NOT be an upopular opinion. AVERY IS THE MAIN CHARACTER FOR A REASON. okay? She is a girlboss, and she needs more appretiation, cus literally search up tig on tt rn. Everybody and their cat named Stewie is talking about Grayson and Jameson? WHAT ABOUT MY MG AVERY? And if you see any post about her, it's probably a hate vid about how Avery should've kept the money...SHUT UP. Read what she said carefully..."no one deserves that kind of power.." and then think about it deeply.

2. I DO NOT WANT TIG TO TURN INTO A TV SERIES (or even a movie). i can't name all the reasons 'cus then the the list would be endless. First of all, i know, I JUST KNOW, they'll choose the worst cast ever. And even if they find the most accurate cast for the Hawthorne brother i will still be dissapointed, because the images of them i have in my head...THEY'LL NEVER TOP EM. second of all, they will leave out important moments, just as simple as it sounds, and trust me they will, just like they do with most of the live adaptations of books. Third of all, SHIP WARS!!! I phisically can't with ship war, like I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF EM IN THE PAST WHEN THE BOOKS WERE STILL COMING OUT. And just the thought of Averygrayson shipper saying "yeah Avery and jameson were endgame in the books but they might change it in the movie..." GIVES ME NIGHTMARES. and overall, not everything needs a live adaptation yk? sometimes things just have to stay the way they are.

3. ...this is a bit contrevertial.and i don't want to sound like a hater since i've said this a multiple times before but Rohan's pov was my least favourite in the grandest games. Purely bcs whatever Savannah and Rohan had going on...don't get me wrong, i like Savannah (even tho she did and said some fucked up things) and Rohan, SEPERATLY. But them being together...idk man, they were too..."booktokish" for my liking, yk? and i do love banter and teasing, but they were like basic "i like you but i like winning more" "couple". Not to mention they were so random...like where did they come from? I remember when we first saw Sav and Rohan having the same symbols on their cards i was very excited, i expected a different dynamic between them...PLUS THE WHOLE GAME THEY JUST WANTED TO FUCK💀

4. Hating Alisa Ortega and loving Grayson Hawthorne is CRAZYYY, and i'm saying this bcs they're pretty similar in different ways. And the thing is people are mad at Alisa for "saying mean words to Libby" (she was literally doing her job, you would understand if you were at her place) MEANWHILE GRAYSON LITERALLY THREATENED A HEIRESS! (sayin this as a Gray stan) *sigh* y'all are something else🤦🏻‍♀️.

5. Ohh...this one is risky...BUT CAN Y'ALL STOP ACTING LIKE JAMESON IS BLAMELESS?? all i see is Grayson slander, AND I UNDERSTAND, he fucked up, but saying "Jameson was so much better than Grayson" is a lie, at least for me. (He was better for Avery tho) he fs made mistakes that fandoms chooses to ignore. Like lets not act like treating Avery like a toy wasn't wrong. Lets not act like him blaming Grayson for everything wasn't wrong. Let's not act like him reminding Grayson of Emily's death wasn't wrong. And i know that later on both him and Grayson had a great character development, but still, i've never seen anyone talk about this.

6. This isn't about tig. But LIKING JLBS WORK AND BEING HER FAN DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE GLAZING HER💀 (talking about an argument i had a while ago...) like is it so hard for your brain to understand that it's called having an opinion. Idc if it's JLB or any other author, okay? Like i've read almost every Jlb's books and i love them, AND i also publicly talk about how much iblove her work, does that mean i'm glazing her? UHM NO WTF💀.

7. LET. PEOPLE. HAVE. PREFRENCE. (I'm talking about ships btw) . Someone prefers LyraGray over Averyjameson, and that's okay. Someone loves Averyjameson the most, and that's also okay, someone likes Libbynash more then Xandermax, AND THAT IS ALSO OKAY.

I'll probably do part 2, i have more to say i'm just really tired rn.

Also it's not proof read so sorry if there are many mistakes.

[mitch-the-silly]

VOX PART 2 AAAAAAA

Alright y'all, I locked in today, so it's time to get fed! Flock around!

Vox x fem!reader

Angst!!!

"Can't Seem to Hold Me, Can't Seem to Let Him Go" Pt.2

Part 1

The moving truck pulled up to the V-Tower’s parking, you hugged your torso as you saw them go inside your shared room with Vox. You were taking your dresser and your clothes, your nightstand and your lamp. You were done with this. He’d refuted you and put you at the bottom of his priority list. It was despicable and you hated the very notion of him right now. After all the time you two spent together…  

You wiped a few tears off your face as you called a Taxi driving off to your new apartment. Vox wasn’t watching you right now, he was sure to be watching Alastor. So you fled to your newly acquired studio apartment. The only thing in the small living space was your mattress, the fridge, and the stove. It looked quite barren, but it was a start. You knew you meant nothing to Vox at this point, so despite the cramped space you were to live in now, distancing yourself from him was going to be a new beginning for you. A chapter of your life in which you didn’t depend on Vox. And while it may hurt you now, you knew that it would eventually fade… right?

However, your departure from the V-Tower wasn’t quite unnoticed. Despite Alastor occupying most of his attention, there came a time in which Vox HAD to sleep. Thus prompting him to go to his room. Of course, he expected you to be there. Yeah, he’d yelled at you today, but you couldn’t be too mad. Nothing an apology couldn’t fix. 

He opened the door to your shared bungalow suite, calling out to you nonchalantly, “Hey babe, I’m done with work for today. You want to… watch a movie or something, I don’t know.” He shrugged walking into the suite bedroom. The second he opened the door, he paused. 

Some furniture was missing. Your nightstand was gone and a painting he’d bought you for your birthday was taken off the wall too, nowhere to be seen. This could not be. What the hell happened to you? He ran towards your closet; it was empty. 

Fuck.

You weren’t kidnapped or anything, you left willingly. 

No no no no. Not now. Not now. This wasn’t possible. The only person who so adoringly loved him was gone. At the cusp of his rivalry with Alastor. The love and validation he solely craved, the very little he had… no, the abundance he had which he was absolutely oblivious to. 

What had he done to make her THIS mad at him?

Fuck… That thing she asked him… She’d asked him if she was important to him and instead of replying to her properly… no, why had he done that? Well… he knew why. Alastor. He wasn’t really ready (and shit, he might never be) to truly delve into why Alastor made him too erratic aside from the obvious rivalry. 

Regardless of all of this, he couldn’t stand the thought of having driven you away. He took the first object he saw and slammed it into the wall. He didn’t know what it was he’d picked up until he heard the shattering of ceramic. It was a mug you’d picked out for him. He’d left it on his nightstand the night before after drinking a cup of tea. He looked down at it, the little red letters on the now shattered navy blue mug made his livid expression rapidly morph into a self-loathing frown.

He had to find her. Now. 

He zapped out of the room, checking cameras, asking around, stopping every sinner in his building for information. And, desperate for an answer, he even recurred to his fellow Vees. First asking Velvette, who somehow had no answer to give him.

Last resort: Valentino. Vox was more than hesitant to ask Valentino of all people about your whereabouts because if he knew he wouldn’t tell him and of course, if he didn’t he obviously would have nothing today, but Vox wasn’t going to pass up a possible lead on finding you. So he stormed into Valetino’s tower, slamming the door open, not even waiting for the girls at his door to open it for him. Upon doing this, Vox was met with an annoyed, nasty look from Valentino.

“The fuck, Vox? What’s up your ass today?... Because it could be me but your little girlfriend wouldn’t like that, obviously.” Val sighed, rolling his eyes. He was watching something on his TV, not wanting to look away because of how invested he was in it (or maybe because he already couldn’t see the screen, so he had to work extra hard to even know who was talking to whom). 

“Real funny Val; where is she? Have you seen her?” Vox asked, ignoring his vulgar comment, hoping to seem like he still had some sort of composure. 

“Oh, she’s not in your bed right now? Are you really here looking for the little slut?” Valentino chuckled, turning towards him.

“D̵o̴n̶'̸t̶ ̵y̴o̴u̷ ̸f̵u̵c̴k̶i̵n̶g̴ ̶c̴a̴l̶l̵ ̶h̸e̵r̶ ̴t̴h̷a̴t̸,̶ ̴I̵'̶m̸ ̵n̷o̴t̶ ̷i̷n̴ ̶t̸h̸e̵ ̵d̵a̶m̴n̷ ̷m̶o̸o̵d̶.” Vox spat back, his patience waning quickly and his voice crackling in annoyance. 

Valentino scrunched up his face in offense, “Shit, fine! Ugh… last I saw her, she got in a Taxi. I thought she had some errand to run. Now get the fuck out of here, you’re killing my fucking vibe.” Valentino huffed, turning back to his program.

Vox wasted no time zapping out of the tower, as Valentino called out, “Have fun chasing your bitch!” Much to his benefit, Vox was already gone when he said this.

He zapped from camera to camera, looking through each for a millisecond. He had millions of cameras and he had to move fast. And this he did! Eventually catching a glimpse of a feature that identified you. He remained there in front of the camera where he’d last seen you. However, unluckily for him, the camera was in a hallway and he had no access to the room behind those doors.

He knocked on the door gently, adjusting his collar and manifesting a bouquet of flowers into exitance and into his hands. He gave the closed door his widest smile, hoping to do the same to your face.

“Coming!” You called out from the other side of the door, unaware of who was behind it. You would be privy to who was knocking on your door, however, the second you looked into the peephole. 

You opened the door, looking Vox up and down, “There is no fucking way in Hell.” You scoffed.

“Babe… hey…” He mumbled, his smile weakening a bit.

“Yeah no, drop the bit. Get the fuck out of here, my place in your priority list was left very clear this morning. You don’t even deserve a breakup text, go away.” You huffed, turning around and attempting to close the door behind you. However, the attempt failed due to Vox sticking his foot between the doorframe and the door itself. 

“Sweetheart, come on! I’m sorry! It wasn’t that big of a deal, let’s just-”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal!? VOX. I asked you if I was important to you and you replied with ‘Alastor is more important.’!” You yelled at him, outraged at his comment.

“Actually, I said ‘Alastor is important to me right now.’ ” Vox corrected, which did not really help his case.

“Are you fucking serious right now?! That’s pretty much the same thing?! Who the fuck responds to that question with that sort of answer!?” You spat back.

“Come onnnn! You can’t hate me that much over it, I didn’t mean, I was just… busy…” Vox explained; a half-assed explanation in your opinion. 

“Vox, you little shit, you’ve been, ‘busy’ for months now! Too busy in fact that you missed MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WEEKS AGO! And here I am like an idiot thinking, ‘Oh, he’s probably really stressed! Lemme hop off his dick and not get on him because he’s gonna feel bad.’ BUT NOOOO! APPARENTLY ALASTOR IS MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT TO YOU!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes as you hit him out of the pure frustration seeping out from you. 

Vox took the hits; he deserved them. How could he have forgotten? This is why you responded this way. “I’m so sorry baby… I… you’re not gonna believe me but I did genuinely forget about what days have passed…”

“Fuck if I care, you already fucked up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“NO BABE! Please… just… I can’t lose you, please, I fucked up, I’ll fix it! What do you want? I- I- have my wallet here, here’s my card! You can get whatever you want! It’s on me!” He insisted, one rejection away from physically groveling at your feet.

Rejection which you’d sure give him. “Are you trying to buy me back?!” You replied, stepping back away from him.

“No no no! That’s not it! I just- W-what else can I do? No no, what do you want me to do?” He asked, getting on his knees in front of you. Claws dug into the floor as he looked up at you in emotional agony.

“I want you to get the fuck out of here.” You spoke. Nice and simple.

“NO! Please! Baby! You gotta give me a chance! I’ll fix anything you ask me to! I’ll take you everywhere with me if you need me to! Please! I’ll treat you like the goddess you are! Just… don’t leave me… please…” He begged the flowers in his hand already disheveled and lacking petals. He seemed… genuinely afraid of receiving no as an answer to this question. It sort of pained you.

You looked back at him, hesitant to speak again, “Are you… are you lying to me?”

“Of course not! You name it, I’ll do it! I just… don't ask m why but I just can’t stand the thought of fucking losing you…” Vox replied, still begging on his knees for your return.

You groaned, giving him a look of pity, he… he was insecure… this was the version of him where you could see under all his masks… “Fine… I’ll go back. But just know that if you play some shit like this again I’m NOT taking you back. I don’t give a shit how hard you beg.” You replied, taking the bouquet of flowers from his hands. 

You looked at them, and despite them being all beat up, they were beautiful…

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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 10: How Did It End Up Like This?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter ten of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: References to sex, Kind of depressing, Cursing, Drinking, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC, this one is really sad y'all, like REALLY sad, I'm serious this one is really sad.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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1980

“Ben, stop.” You shout.

“Move damn it!” Ben’s eyes blaze a dark green sending a tremor down your spine, but you don’t budge.

“No.”

“Get the fuck out of my way.” He snarls louder.

You stand defiantly in front of him, where he towers over you, eyes narrowed, and shoulders tensed. His broad shoulders block the fluorescent lights that hang overhead and illuminate the gym, dramatizing his imposing figure.

“I’m not going to. So you’re either going to have to move me yourself or you can go cool off.” Your retort your voice icy.

The heat from Ben’s anger vibrated through the air between you, but you weren’t going to move. Not when he was being ridiculous.

Noir was angry, angry that Ben took a movie role that he wanted. In hindsight you also thought it was ridiculous that Ben needed to star in all the movies. He was already America’s First Superhero and the Golden Boy and America’s Sweetheart, but it wasn't enough for him for some reason. You often thought his obsession with fame had something to do with his dad. Ben had a lot of problems when it came to his father, all of which made Ben compensate other ways, such as, feeling the need to be in charge, feeling the need to be loved and accepted by others he didn’t know, being unable to express his emotions, and the current problem which was feeling the need to claim the dominant role as most popular superhero.

Aka when he turned into Captain Toxic Masculinity.

Honestly, you were exhausted. All of this was exhausting. Ben was exhausting.  As someone who’d loved him this long you couldn’t help but see the shift from the boy you used to know into something unrecognizable. Occasionally you could see Ben, the old Ben, your Ben, who laughed with you, but those moments were few and certainly didn’t happen in public.

You shoulders tense with the force of your own anger and frustration, standing tall between Ben and Noir who lays on the ground behind you. Noir hadn't made an effort to get up, still stunned from the blows he took from Ben. The first few punches you hadn’t stopped, but it was when Ben felt the need to continue despite Noir’s pleas to stop that you had to step in.

You didn’t know where that came from, Ben’s need to beat people who were conceding. When he was younger you'd seen Ben get in a fight before, but those few times he hadn't continued to beat the other person when they gave up. The smell of whiskey and reefer floats off his clothes and you wonder how much he’s had to drink. Ben had two moods when he was drunk angry or clingy, and right now the anger was winning. You could hear the mad pump of his blood through his body and you wonder what else he might have taken today.

Because whiskey and reefer isn't enough? If he wasn't so damn indestructible he'd probably be dead from overdose.

Ben’s lip is curled back in a sneer, eyes flashing from where Noir lays on the ground then back to you. You know that he's ten seconds away from ripping Noir in half, and that's why you don't move. Noir didn't deserve that.

The way Ben's eyes burn through the space between you is hauntingly familiar as the memory of the night you hid Ben from his father settled over your mind. You fight the shudder at the comparison.

Ben wasn’t anything like his father. The thought is immediate, but then the memory of the past forty years begins to settle over your mind. Or maybe he was.

“Fucking pussy. Having a woman stand up for you.” Ben snaps at Noir.

Ben leans around you to spit at him, then raises his gaze back to you one more time before he stomps off, slamming the door of the gym so hard that it breaks the glass.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Everyone on Payback was watching you like you were crazy and you partly were. Getting in between Ben and someone else was beyond stupid. It wasn’t the first time, but you knew that you were the only person that could do it. If Countess or Gunpowder had stepped in Ben would not have relented. It had to be you. It always had to be you.

And you hated the weight of that burden on your shoulders.

You turn towards Noir, holding out a hand to help him up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He sighs taking it . “You didn’t have to do that.”

“He’s just being… well. Him.” You mutter.

You hated that this was the new harsh reality, the new Ben that was born when he took the serum and became America’s First Superhero.

“It was incredibly stupid.” Countess sniffs from where she stands with the TNT Twins. Gunpowder is leaning back against the outer ring with Mindstorm who stares unblinkingly at you.

“Well, guess I took a page out of your book then.” You say, narrowing your eyes at her.

You couldn’t stand her. Ever since she joined Payback all she’d done was try to catch Ben’s eye and get between the two of you, but he never gave her the time of day. She had quickly won the favor of everyone else on Payback, which only made you even more angry because it always seemed like you were the odd one out wherever you went.

Countess only sneers back in response, flipping her red hair over her shoulders. Despite Ben's exit the tension in the room is almost choking. Your so-called team was watching you with unreadable expressions and you suddenly got the impression that you were trespassing or interrupting. It had happened before, when you came to a training session early and you walked in on the rest of the team, sans Ben, talking in hushed tones and they immediately broke apart when you appeared.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that despite the fact you stood between Ben and Noir, the rest of the team still didn’t like having you there. Probably because they associated you with Ben. It made you uneasy.

Because despite Stan’s efforts to keep you all together Ben's continuous outbursts drove you all further and further apart. And you worried what would happen the day when the shoe finally dropped.

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One look at the clock on your wall showed that it was almost one in the morning, but you weren't tired. All you could think about is what almost happened to Noir. It wasn't that you particularly liked anyone on Payback other than Ben, honestly the whole superhero thing was getting tedious and you had considered more than once getting out.

But you couldn't. Sometimes you felt responsible for Ben, like you were the only thing keeping him on the straight and narrow. Of course every single damn day that road was getting narrower and narrower and now it was more like a balance beam than a two way street.

Ben's new outlook on life that revolved around drugs, women, more drugs, and more women didn't make it easier. 

You frown at your sketchpad remembering when Ben founded Herogasm. You'd gone the first time, regretted walking through the door, stayed ten minutes, and then left.

Sex without feelings never appealed to you, but that wasn't why you left, it was watching Ben with other women that hurt you. You could barely get through it when he mentioned something in passing, but watching him there with them made you uncontrollably angry and not to mention frustrated. You didn't understand him, couldn't understand why Ben was different around you. Didn't know why whenever you were alone he would give you hope, just to take it all away again.

How could so much change? How could everything go to shit so quickly?

You think of all the years that followed the night that Ben asked you to come with him, how you thought that Ben was telling you that he loved you in his own way. But he didn’t. You were realizing that now, as painful as it was to admit to yourself, Ben only saw you as a friend, would only ever see you as a friend.

When you decided to come with him you thought that the change would be your friendship into something else, but it never came, the only thing that changed was Ben.

A loud banging at your door makes your entire apartment shudder and pulls you out of your memories of the past.

There's only one person who can do that.

Your home was a small two-bedroom apartment in New York City, but you loved it. It was quaint and comfortable and each time you came home you felt relaxed because you were able to shut out the life you lived everyday. The small kitchen was barely big enough for two people to stand in, but it made it more intimate and cozy. The living room had a soft leather couch, but no tv despite Ben’s complaints that you should get one. He hated that you couldn’t watch his films when he came over. You liked listening to music more anyway. Your collection of vinyl lined the living room wall in clean bookcases next to a small record player. The spare bedroom served as your studio, not that you were trying to sell your art, but because you needed a place to exist where you weren't a supe and where you weren't in love with Ben. There were stacks of sketchbooks in the studio closet from when you were a child, but you couldn't bear to get rid of them. Sometimes you imagined living here with Ben, cooking in the small kitchen while he read the newspaper, lounging on the couch and listening to music together, and falling asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You sigh, pushing away the warmth of the thought, and wave your hand to telekinetically unlock the front door behind you. The familiar purple glow from your abilities fills the apartment. Ben had a key, but you figured he just wanted to make an entrance.

Always the drama queen.

“Got anything to drink?” He asks as he enters the living room.

You glance over the back of the couch to look at him. He's more casually dressed now, wearing a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt the same color of his suit.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d stop by, see if you’re still pissed.”

“As I recall it was you that was pissed.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Only because you were getting in my way Sweetheart” The way he says your nickname is harsh and mocking, so different than the way the old Ben used to say it. When it sounded genuine, caring, almost special.

“Because you were about to rip Noir apart!” You gesture with the pencil in your hand, snapping your sketchpad shut.

“That pussy deserved it. Thinking he was better than me. I’m fucking Soldier Boy and he’s nothing more than a-“ Ben scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Ben I can’t do this if you’re gonna be like this right now.”  You interrupt pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingertips, still annoyed from earlier. You hated that he did that, when he made you feel like his babysitter, when he made you feel like you had to make apologies for him.

“Like what?”

“High, drunk, acting crazy-“

“I’m not acting fucking crazy!” He snaps.

“Ben-“ You begin with a sigh.

“Fine.” He spits. “We don’t have to fucking talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Thank you.” You wave a hand haphazardly towards the kitchen. “There should be some whiskey in there somewhere. Though I don’t think you need anything else to drink.” Your nose wrinkles as you inhale, the smell of stale alcohol wafting back, followed by the unmistakable scent of perfume and sweat.

The super senses really sucked sometimes. Smelling the women that Ben had sex with was an unfortunate skill you had acquired.

“Fuck off.” He rolls his eyes, but waits for a minute eyeing you. “You’re not going to get it for me?”

You ignore his sharp tone and turn back to your sketchpad. “Nope. I don’t want to enable you.”

Ben stomps into your kitchen. It's immediately followed by the loud banging of him searching the cabinets for booze.

He should know where it is, spends enough time here.

“If you break anything, you’re going to fix it.” You shout opening your sketchbook back to the page you were on. You were drawing the Philadelphia of your youth, the familiar streets, the cars, and the women dressed in beautiful outfits.

“My hands are better suited for other things Sweetheart.” You hear him mutter under his breath and you try not to snap your pencil in half. His taunt made you think about Herogasm and the scent of perfume on his skin, and that was the last thing you wanted to think about.

Ben comes back and slumps onto the couch beside you, a large whiskey gripped in his hand. He sighs loudly to get your attention when you don't look up from your drawing.

"Alright, what is it?” You ask continuing to draw.

"Nothing.” He grumbles drinking from his glass.

“Ben, I’ve known you for over fifty years I can tell when you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“Well I doubt it’s over what you said or did to Noir today. So what is it? What are you not upset about?”

"I just thought it would be different." Ben swirls the glass in his hands.

"What?"

"Being on Payback."

"What do you mean?" You continue to sketch the shape of a woman walking down the streets.

"When I first started doing all this fucking superhero shit it was different. Felt like I was promoting something, now it kinda feels like I’m just here. And no one respects me.”

“They’re not going to respect you if you keep threatening them and beating up whoever pisses you off.” You mutter.

“They might.” He snaps.

They won't.

"Well the way things are going with Russia I’m sure there will be another war." You sigh, thinking about the recent newspaper headlines. Everything was devoted to the Cold War, everyone was afraid of what Russia was doing or what they were planning. Stan Edgar and Legend were talking about some Anti-Communist campaign videos and posters that they wanted you to pose for, but you weren't sure you wanted to.

"You think so?" He sounds optimistic.

"I’m not gonna hope for one, but probably. I get it though. You’re doing all those movies and premieres and photo shoots, it doesn't feel real."

It was exactly how you felt. You felt that all this supe shit was coming to a head and what did you have to show for it? A few pictures of you holding up a car or a painted caricature of you on the side of a jet or a short film with stupid prerecorded lines that made no sense and even more ridiculous outfits that Legend tried to get you to wear. When you got the serum with Ben you thought you’d be contributing something to society, but no. It was just like when you were a child, dressed up like a China doll, made to be looked at but never used.

"I like those movies."

"I’ve noticed." You breathe remembering earlier when Ben almost killed Noir over the movie role.

Noir technically started that, but Ben just took it way too far.

"What about you?"

The question catches you off guard. “What about me?”

"You haven’t done any movies lately. Legend said that you turned down a few films." Ben takes a swig from the glass in his hand.

"Aren’t you afraid that I’ll steal some of your thunder Soldier Boy?” Your taunt. “Because I already saw what you tried to do to Noir today. And I’d rather you not beat me to a pulp-“

“You’re not like Noir. You’re different.”

“Mhmm. Sure.” You sigh rolling your eyes at him.

Ben sits there for a minute. You can feel his gaze on you. “I’d never hurt you y/n.”

The softer cadence of his voice makes you pause your pencil against the page. You knew it was true. Even when Ben was pissed off it was the line he never crossed. Ben never touched you when he was angry, but it never made it any easier to deal with him.

“Hey.” Ben whispers to get your attention, but you continue to look down at your paper. “Look at me.” His thumb comes under you chin to lift your eyes to his.

“You know that right?” Ben’s gaze is soft, you hadn’t expected it to be given the way he entered you apartment and his sullen mood. “You know that I’d never hurt you?”

The look in his eyes makes your throat tight, makes you see the Ben you used to know, who promised to look out for you and who promised to be strong for the both of you. And it hurts more than you thought it would, because you weren't sure that boy was still there.

“Yeah. I know.” You nod, but you don’t smile. You knew it was what he wanted to hear. “You’ve been talking to Legend about me?” You say to make the warm feeling of his touch fade.

He shrugs satisfied with your response, the softness fading from his eyes as he drops his hand. “I was worried.”

You fold your legs up under you. “I don’t know, I didn't love any of the scripts. And I’ve been thinking about getting out. I’ve been doing this so long-"

It was the first time you'd said it aloud to Ben. You'd mentioned it once to Legend and then made sure he never said anything about it. You weren't sure how Ben would react to you leaving.

"What?" Ben's eyes widen in surprise.

"Come on Ben, you’re telling me that you don’t want to have a normal life? Meet someone, have some kids, settle down? We’ve been doing this shit for years. Doesn’t get any easier."

"Sometimes.” He smirks at you. “So who’s the guy?”

“What?” You raise your eyebrows in confusion.

“The guy you’re going to settle down with.”

“What makes you assume that I’ve met him?”

“I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone. And I’ve never walked in on you fucking anyone. Plus, you never come to Herogasm-“ Ben pauses. “It’s not Noir is it? Is that why you were protecting him today?”

“No.” You scoff, shading the side of a building to avoid his gaze, because how do you tell him that you met the only person you’d ever wanted when you were 8 years old?

“Good.” Ben drinks from his glass. “I do think about it sometimes.” He says it quietly.

“Huh?”

“The house, having a few rugrats.” He shrugs. “Might be nice.”

“Yeah.” Your throat is tight imagining Ben with someone else like Countess, sitting at his wedding, watching him say those vows to someone else. You didn't think you'd be able to just sit there if it came to that.

“How about you and I get married?” He says it nonchalantly.

You roll your eyes. You knew he didn’t mean it. He was just saying it to joke with you like always. Ben never saw you that way, you were realizing that more and more each day, even though it hurt to think it.

“We’d kill each other before we say I do.” You quip staring down at the page.

“Maybe. But really, we’ve known each other long enough-“

“That’s not a reason to get married. Plus, we both know that you’re not a one woman kind of guy and if you're actually being serious about this it would mean that you would have to change-“

You think about it. If Ben actually did want to commit, could he do it? His wandering eyes and hands would drive you crazy if he finally did want to start a relationship. You definitely did not want an open relationship. You wanted Ben to be wholly yours as much as you would be his, because you knew that if you devoted yourself to Ben, he would probably cheat, but then be furious if you spent any amount of time with someone else. You remembered all the ways he acted around Howard. Ben was crazy around him, and you and Ben hadn’t been together.

Imagine what he would do to someone else if we were.

“I can be a one woman kind of guy-“ Ben scoffs. “I can do anything.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” You mutter, but you know he can hear you.

Ben puts down his glass on your coffee table before his hand lays on top of yours against the sketchpad in you lap.

“Y/n.” He whispers. You can smell the whiskey on his breath, but you don’t look up at him, you can’t. Because you know as soon as you look into his eyes you’ll do whatever he wants.

But you didn’t want to be his consolation prize. You didn’t want Ben to marry you because he was bored, drunk, and he thought he might as well marry you. You wanted Ben to marry you because he was 100% head over heels for you as much as you were for him.

He tilts your chin upwards to look at him. Electricity thrums in your veins when you lock eyes, the look in his gaze is open, gentle, almost tender.

It reminds you of the boy you used to know. Lately you hadn’t seen him. If you were being honest, you hadn’t seen him much since the night he came to ask you to come with him, before the serum, when you thought he finally realized that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

The only time you’d see the real Ben was when it was just the two of you, not the angry, macho, vengeful fighter for justice that he put on whenever he was in front of the team or in front of the cameras. You didn’t understand that. He said that showing emotions made him less of a man, but he never seemed to have a problem being different when it was just the two of you.

You hated that. In those quiet moments you felt your heart clench tight in your chest because each time you thought that he would finally admit that he loved you, that after all these years you were the one.

But he never did.

“I could change.” Ben whispers. “I could be with one woman.” 

“Ben.” You take in a deep breath to clear your head, fighting the ball of emotion that has begun to burn at the back of your throat. “You’re drunk.” You breathe.

He blinks a few times as if he can’t comprehend what you're saying.

“You always get like this when you’re drunk. You know?” You pull back from where his hand rests on your chin.  “But you can stay if you want. There’s some pizza in the fridge and I’m gonna take a shower and go to bed.” You stand and step around him, the urge to cry building in your chest.

“Okay.” Ben whispers to the air, because you're already gone, fleeing down the hallway before he can see you cry.

When you step into the shower you allow yourself to break. The soft sobs drowned out by the sound of running water. You wished you could move past this, all of this and more importantly you wished that you hadn’t fallen in love with him. 

Memories of the past lodge themselves in the back of your throat. You remember the day he begged you to come with him to get the Compound V injection, when you left your life behind and chose him. You thought that was his way of saying he loved you, that he couldn’t live without you. You were wrong. It hurt to admit that, but you were wrong. Ben didn’t try to build on the relationship you had, he kept it the same, the friendly banter, the hugs, hanging around with you whenever he couldn’t stand to be alone. He still slept over, but that’s all that happened. You thought that day meant something, that it was the beginning of something, some wonderful romanticized future filled with warmth and love.

You never thought it would be like this.

You didn’t regret going with him often, but on nights like this when it was late and Ben was drunk and he acted differently you did. Because it made you think that there was a chance of a future with him, but then when he woke up the next day sober, it started all over again with him being short tempered and a dick to everyone who was around him.

It was exhausting. And you didn’t know how much more of it you could take.

The only thing you regretted about the serum was that it made you immortal, invulnerable, and that meant whoever you decided to make a life with would die. There was only a handful of others like you and you hadn’t liked any of them except Ben. You wondered if this was your penance for saying no to Howard, your mother's last laugh when she said that Ben would never choose you and now you had to go on like this forever.

You remember the fear that you would be trapped in a marriage with Howard, you never thought that you'd feel trapped with Ben.

But now…

When you walk back into your bedroom, Ben’s already in your bed, laying on his back, smoking a blunt and looking at the ceiling. He's wearing a pair of sweatpants, that you bought him forever ago so he didn't have to sleep in his jeans, and the same t-shirt as before.

“What did I say about smoking those in here?” You sigh, getting into bed beside him, but being careful as to not touch even though it’s all you want.

“It’s a free country doll.” Ben mutters, but he puts it out in the ashtray that you left for him on the bedside table. Because you knew that he would continue to do it even when you told him not to.

The amount of times he ended up here at night always surprised you. Ben might have been bed hopping, snorting, and drinking himself into a stupor but the amount of times you woke up with him in bed next to you was astounding. He’d let himself in with the key you made him for emergencies while you were asleep. It was almost like he didn’t sleep in his apartment anymore and you hated how much you depended on him being there in the morning when you woke up. But the truth was, Ben was all you had, and the thought of losing him scared you. Which meant you continued to put up with the man he became, trying to hold tight to the image of the boy he used to be.

You lay on your back beside him, looking up at the ceiling. The inch of space between your bodies is almost too obvious. “I’m going to go to Philadelphia for a few days.” You breathe.

“Why?”

“My brother isn’t doing too well. His son called.” You say, your throat thick. “He said he thinks that it’s time.”

Your parents had passed a few years ago and Ben had gone to the funerals with you. When Ben’s father had passed, he hadn’t gone to the funeral, he’d drowned himself in the 21st annual Herogasm. And after he showed up on your doorstep smelling like sweat, drugs, booze, and cheap perfume. You’d made him take a shower before getting into bed. The next morning you had woken up in his arms, but more surprising was the fact that he had woken up before you and hadn't pushed you away, in fact he had held you closer to him. You figured that he needed someone there with him. His father had done and said horrible things to Ben, and you kept him company if that’s what he wanted, but couldn’t admit it.

“I’m sorry.” His hand finds yours on the bed. The gesture surprises you.

“Yeah. But that’s the way it is now, I guess.” You whisper, squeezing it.

“What do you mean?”

“We don’t age. Everyone else does. Means that we’ll always just see everyone else go.”

“But not us.” Ben says it like he’s trying to cheer you up.

“Yeah.” You sigh.

Does that mean it’s always going to be like this? Me waiting for him to come here after a 24 hour non stop orgy or after he’s had one two many? Just because he can’t stand the thought of being alone?

You didn’t want that future. You knew that he wanted to be there with you, but it wasn’t enough and it wasn’t the same thing you wanted.

Maybe getting out of this would be good. Put some distance between me and him, let me try to find me again.

Ben is quiet for a minute, the only sound you hear is the thrum of the blood in his veins and his heart steadily pumping it.

“Do you want me to come?” He says it slowly, his thumb rubs against the back of your hand in a soothing motion. 

The question breaks something inside of you, because you wanted nothing more than to have him there with you, but you didn’t want the version of Ben who was Soldier Boy, the loud, angry, short tempered version who was always high or drunk. The one that you felt that you needed to apologize for.

“Nah. It’ll be okay. I’ll get to see my great nephew. He’s supposed to be walking now.” You try to force cheeriness into your tone, but it doesn’t stick.

“Okay.”

You can’t help but wonder if Ben is hurt by your rejection. You did not often say no to him.

He doesn’t let go of your hand though, in fact he brings it up against his chest while he looks at the ceiling.

"Do you regret it?” Ben says in almost a whisper

"Hmm?”

“Coming with me.”

You pause for a second and think about lying, but finally settle on the truth. “Sometimes."

"Why?” Ben's voice rumbles against where your hand lays against his chest, and for a second you think he sounds almost pained.

"We’ve changed so much than who we were back then. Sometimes I don’t recognize myself.”

You didn’t want to say that it was him you didn’t recognize. Or that it always felt that you were running after the boy he used to be. The one that made you feel safe, comforted, made it feel like home.

"I don’t think change is a bad thing."

Of course you don't.

"It is if it’s in the wrong direction.” You whisper, but know he can hear you.

“So that’s why you want out? Because you don’t recognize yourself? Seems like a shitty reason."

“I just think it might be nice to try something new. I’ve been doing this for such a long time-“

“That’s why the films would be a good idea. If you want I can talk to the director about you being a co-star in the one we start filming next week. He won't say no to me-“ It was the closest you’d ever heard him come to pleading, besides the night he asked you to come with him to get the serum.

But why? Was it his way of keeping me with him? Was it because he didn’t want me to leave because he wanted me here? Or was it because he just wanted someone there to sit with when the silence was too much? The silence that seems to follow when he's not with me.

“Ben I’m okay. It’s okay I just want something different.”

“Like what?” You hand is still clutched in his where it rests over his chest and you can't help but wonder why. It was surprising. Sure Ben tolerated the occasional hug, but holding your hand for this long was unusual. You attributed it to the booze. When Ben got drunk he tended to be more clingy, he never admitted that, but you saw it.

“I don’t know. I just want a family again-“

“You have a family. You said you’re going to see your great nephew-" Ben says it like he doesn't want you to leave and it breaks something inside you.

How can he not admit that he cares about me? That he loves me? He has to after all these years doesn't he?

“I know. I mean I want a family. Someone to come home to every night, someone I love, someone who loves me-“ You fight to keep the frustrated tears from falling. The dream of him and you inhabiting your apartment together washes back over your mind in shades of gray. You wanted that so badly.

“Oh.”

“You don’t want that?” It’s taking everything for you not to tell Ben that you want it to be him, that you always wanted it to be him.

“Maybe.”

The silence grows between the two of you as you lay there and Ben still hasn't let go of your hand.

“Did you want to marry him?” He says after a few minutes.

“What?” You look at him confused. Ben isn't looking at the ceiling like you thought, he's looking at you. He almost looks, sorry. And you wonder again how much he's had to drink.

“That asshole." He clarifies.

"Howard?"

"Yeah."

“It’s been 40 years-“ You sigh as if it doesn’t matter. But it does. You chose Ben that night and you thought that him asking you to come with him meant that he was choosing you as well.

“Come on.” Ben squeezes the hand that rests against his chest.

“Why does it matter?"

“Because you’re saying you wanted a family. Someone to come home to and that pussy would have given it to you.”

You pause for a second trying to read his expression. “I like the idea of marriage. Of saying those vows to someone else.” You say slowly. “But I didn’t want to say them to Howard.” You don’t say that you wanted to say them to Ben, don’t say that the night he told you not to marry Howard you thought he was trying to tell you that he wanted to marry you instead.

“So you want to say them to someone?”

“Yeah. One day.” You frown, turning back to look at the ceiling. “You never want to say them to someone?”

Ben doesn’t answer immediately. “Maybe.”

Probably Liberty.

You sigh to yourself thinking about one of your least favorite supes that you’d come across. She wasn’t terrible, just pushy and into supes being united together. You also didn’t like that she felt that supes deserved to be worshiped, that supes were gods, but you knew you weren't. The powers were not random, the gifts were not given by God, they were given by the devil and all those deals came with a price. Even if you tired to walk away, you wondered if Vought would let you go. You also hated how much time Ben spent with her.

The thought of her leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and despite how good it feels, you pull your hand free from Ben's grasp  and turn your back to him, cuddling into your pillow. Your grip is so tight on fluffy material you wonder how it hasn't ripped, but you need to stop talking to him. Talking to him when he was like this made it harder and right now it was taking everything not to cry again.

And you were just so tired of everything. You wondered if one day it would be different.

“Goodnight Ben.” You whisper.

“Goodnight.”

And just as you drift into a dreamless sleep, you think you feel him put his arm around your waist and pull your back into his chest, but when you wake up the next day you forget and Ben is gone.

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n/a: Yeah, this chapter is really sad. And I wish that I could say it gets better, but honestly, it's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better. 😭😭😭

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[7ndipity]

Dating Jimin headcanons

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread

A/N: I wrote about half of this at like three in the morning while playing the Face album on loop, send help lol

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jimin is sweet. In every sense of the word.

I remember reading somewhere where they described him as in love with being in love, and I thinks that's a great way to put it.

Like two of his favorite movies are The Notebook and Like Crazy, he's a sappy bitch(I mean, me too, but damn boi)

Another one who I could see being friends first? There's a certain level of trust that has to be there first before he'll let himself actually fall for someone.

Once he falls though, he falls HARD.

Dates would usually be more lowkey, like visiting different cafés or walks along the river.

Every now and then, though, he likes to pull out all the stops for something like a weekend getaway(remember when he planned that whole trip to Japan for him & JK so they could go to Disneyland?)

I think he would like taking classes with you, like the jewelry making vlog or the flying yoga Run! ep. He likes finding new hobbies to do together.

Calls you cute nicknames like "Love" and "Baby"(that one tends to be more of a whine tho)

Likes buying you lil gifts. Books, plushies,(*cough* matching couples rings).

Another Acts of Service king.

You need help with absolutely anything, he's there. Even if he has no clue wtf is going on, he's there to offer moral support.

Surprisingly shy about pda, at first.

Like, this mf would blush if you so much as held his hand for the first couple dates.

After that, however, Lord help you.

Texts you constantly.

"I miss you." "You only left like two minutes ago." "I still miss you🥺"

He lives for softness with you.

Just laying together in bed, talking for half the night is his idea of the perfect evening honestly.

Binge watching shows together and coming up with sub-plots for the characters that are, arguably, better than the main storyline.

He's said before that he's very protective of his friends and loved ones, so it shouldn't be a surprise that I put him on the Protective Squad.

Not exactly possessive, but gets jealous(and sulky) very easily.

He will slip up to you and not so subtly kiss you on the cheek or shoulder to regain your attention

So much side-eye, I swear, the Sass from this man-

He's a fucking tease. You know it, I know it, your grandma probably knows it.

Gets flustered by the littlest things though?

Like, he could've been all over you not ten seconds ago, but you brushing the hair out his face turns him into a red-faced mess.

Goes from loud to silent treatment when y'all fight(we've heard the stories from Tae and JK, he ices people out when he's mad) but crumbles if he even hears you crying.

Probably tells you he loves you for the first time after a fight, because it made him realize how scared he was to lose you(oh, I made myself sad)

The most reassuring bf ever. He knows what it's like to judge yourself over every little thing, but he will make sure you never forget a single one of your positives sides though.

In conclusion, he's wonderful and I'm very soft now, bye.

[theebubblegumbitch]

i have been thirsting, extremely dehydrated beyond repair for the past three days now bc of Chad Meeks Martin. i beg of you, i need more content, he’s just.. so pretty.

hi hi so if it’s not too much to ask, perhaps could i request a fic where the reader is more so friends with Tara and Mindy since she’s a bit more shy and they invite reader over for the movie night and that’s when she meets Chad?? and he’s being his usual beautiful and charming self and she’s just overwhelmed and flustered

xtra brownie points if they give off bratz doll gf x himbo jock bf pls 🥺🫶🏽💞 i love your fics, your writing is inspiring tbh ahsjwjd

Girl's Night Interruptions~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: ahhhhh you’re a GENIUS bunny!! I love this idea!! also i’m so happy to hear that my writing inspires you! ngl that almost made me cry- anyway I hope you love it gorg <333

Synopsis: At first you were reluctant, but when your two closest (and only) friends Tara and Mindy convince you to come to a movie night, you realize sometimes meeting new people is a good thing…

Warnings: none really since this is basically just fluff, use of profanity, Chad being an absolute himbo, reader being a flustered mess!

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You weren't really sure why you agreed to this. You had told Mindy and Tara time and time again that you didn't really like the idea of parties, or gatherings, or anything of the such. It's not that you were super anti-social, you just- had problems starting conversation is all. Which is why the only friends you had made all of freshman year were Mindy and Tara, who were really good at easing you out of your tiny little comfort zone. Today that came in the form of convincing you to join them for a movie night. They promised it would be super chill and fun, the perfect girl's night to end the year off! So of course, you accepted.

You were now all about halfway through the first movie on the list, Legally Blonde, which was one of your favorites. All three of you quickly ran out of popcorn to share, prompting Mindy to get up to refill the bowl. "I'll be right back guys, pause it please!" Mindy had called out on her way to the kitchen. You were now left with just Tara, who quickly filled the silence by asking you questions. "Soooo how's your college love life been going so far? Had any steamy hookups?" She asked with a laugh as she nudged your arm. You felt your face get warm quick. "Cmon Tara, you know I don't like talking about that stuff." You said casually, not really mad at her for asking. "I know, I know, I was just curious." Just as Tara said that you heard Mindy walking back into the living room, and it sounded like she was talking to someone. "NO Chad, I already told you it's a girl's night. That means you can't join." Mindy had now taken her place sitting next to Tara again, leaving who you assumed was Chad standing in front of the couch.

Did Mindy have a brother? You didn't remember her ever mentioning him. "Cmon please, you know I'm not gonna bother y'all I just wanna watch the movie!" He was looking directly at Mindy as he gestured to the still paused TV, his request being promptly ignored. "You want to watch Legally Blonde? Really Chad?" Tara was questioning him, not fully believing his motive for joining the three of you. "Yes okay? It's one of my favorites I have like half of it memorized." Mindy scoffed at that, but from the look on her and Chad's faces you could tell it was probably true. "It's still a no Chad." He didn't seem to like that answer, continuing to practically plead Mindy to join in. "Ya know what fuck this, I'm watching it." And just like that he plopped down on the couch, right next to you. It was a fairly small couch and even just the three of you had barely any wiggle room, but with the addition of Chad you were definitely squeezed together. Chad didn't seem to mind though, quickly settling in and draping his arm over the back of the couch. Mindy, feeling defeated, grabbed the remote with a sigh as she accepted the crashing of girl's night.

"Fine, I guess you're staying..." She rolled her eyes at him, and he only grinned back. "Thanks, sis!" It was only now that he realized he was sitting next to a completely random girl as he raised his eyebrows at you. "OH I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked, hoping the answer was no so he didn't have to be embarrassed. "Oh right, no you haven't. Chad this is our friend Y/N; Y/N, this is my idiot brother Chad!" Mindy quickly answered Chad's question, being sure to emphasize the word idiot. "Well thank you Mindy for that, charming- introduction, but I was asking Y/N, not you." He gestured to you as he said your name, now making direct eye contact with you. He was probably waiting for you to say something, considering you had been silent thus far. "O-oh yea I'm Y/N and uh Mindy never mentioned she had a brother." You stuttered out, hoping you didn't offend him in the process.

"Oh she didn't huh? Well now you know!" He said as he shot Mindy a glare and then you a grin. "Anyway it's lovely to meet you, and don't listen to Mindy about me being dumb okay? What I lack in brains, I make up for with Hobbs and Shaw here." Chad flexed each of his arms as he said that, and you now realized how attractive he was. Your felt your face get warm again, now hyper aware of how close the two of you were sitting. "Ah yes classic Chad, flex your muscles within the first five minutes of meeting a girl." Tara had said snarkily, perhaps hoping to annoy him into leaving the three of you be. "Hey they're my greatest accomplishment okay! Plus I'm sure she doesn't mind, do you?" Oh you definitely didn't mind. "N-No it's fine I don't mind." You were sure your voice sounded shaky as hell as you spoke. The longer this gorgeous man was next to you, the more flustered you got. So much for a peaceful girl's night...

Some time had passed as the four of you watched the movie in what was mostly silence, besides the occasional comment Chad had made on Elle Woods being a "girlboss" and Mindy having something snide to say in return. Their dynamic made you glad you were an only child. You had now reached the scene where Elle Woods figured out that it was actually the daughter who had killed her dad. You loved this scene, and you had the monologue memorized since you were a little girl. You quickly went to match Elle word for word. You didn't even notice that Chad had gotten excited about the scene too. "...at the risk of deactivating the amonium thyglocilate!" You had both said, or rather yelled it, at the TV in perfect unison. You saw Mindy and Tara's heads snap to the both of you in shock. "I guess he really does like the movie..." Tara said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. "I told you it's one of my favorites!" Chad said before turning his eyes back to the screen. The shared moment between you two made you feel more at ease, so you went to agree with him.

"Yea it's mine too." You were still pretty soft spoken, but at least you had found some more confidence. You had also found hunger. "Hey Tara, can you pass me the popcorn." She swiftly handed it to you and you set in your lap, going to grab a handful. Just as your hand reached the inside of the bowl, you felt Chad's hand bump against yours as he also went to grab popcorn. It was brief, but his hands were so pretty and soft that you felt like you would remember those two seconds for the rest of your life. You were basically gawking down at the popcorn bowl now, hand still in it. "Oh, sorry." Chad said, muffled through his mouthful of popcorn. God he was so cute."Oh it's fine, don't worry about it." You said as quickly as possible, avoiding looking directly at him. He only shrugged as his attention went back to the movie. It was only silent for maybe ten minutes before Chad spoke again.

"Okay it is literally so hot in here. Is the AC broken or something?" Chad asked as he looked towards Mindy. "Yea it stopped working like two days ago, I have to call and have it fixed." Mindy replied, still not taking her eyes off of the movie. "Well it's like unbearable, I don't know how y'all are wearing jeans." He gestured towards you and Tara as he said that. You didn't realize it was hot, you probably thought it was just him. But to be fair you were wearing your favorite bell bottoms and your thin pink tank-top with a black star in the middle. So it wasn't a very warm outfit to begin with. While you were busy reflecting on your clothing choices Chad had found time to stand up in front of the couch. And now he was taking his shirt off...

You thought you were going to pass out. "Cmon seriously Chad! Do you have to find every excuse to take your shirt off?" Mindy yelled out at him. "What I'm hot okay! Leave me be." He sure was hot. Way too hot... You almost wished it was just you and him so- "Hey! You okay there? You were kinda staring off." Chad said as he waved his hands in front of your face. Oh shit. You were staring, and everyone had definitely noticed now... "Oh my god Y/N! Were you staring at Chad's abs?" Tara asked in an almost squeely voice. You wanted the ground to swallow you, mainly because she was right. "What no! I was staring at the movie!"

You rushed to defend yourself, hoping it was believable enough of an excuse. Chad wasn't buying it though. "It's okay if you were I totally get it, I would stare at me too." You were definitely blushing now. Mindy once again rolled her eyes at Chad's comment, causing them to exchange another death glare, which gave you time to change the topic. "Anyway, we should probably keep watching the movie." Chad jumped a little as you said that, realizing he was missing it and going to sit back down next to you. You now realized what Chad meant by it being hot. You only hoped you weren't sweating from the intense shared proximity.

The rest of the movie went well, although there was one moment where Chad went to adjust next to you, spreading his legs open just a little wider so that he was touching yours. You swore you almost passed out. Finally the credits rolled and Chad stood up to start clapping, it was kinda cute. "Wooooo great movie! Gets better every time!" Chad yelled as he turned to face the three of you. "Yea whatever Chad, you done bothering us now?" Mindy asked as she also stood up with now once again empty popcorn bowl in hand. "Yes in fact I am, I will leave you ladies to the rest of your girl's night." Chad said as he grabbed his shirt off of the coffee table. He went to walk back to his room before stopping to lock eyes with you. "And hopefully I'll see you again later Y/N." He said with a wink that hopefully Mindy and Tara didn't catch.

Oh yeah. You would definitely be seeing him again.

A/N: ahhhhhhh I love this one so much! i hope i did the prompt justice even though i struggled with the Bratz vibes thing. also i feel like i could totally turn this into a series if y'all wanted, just say the word! Happy reading my gorgeous babes!

-With love, Miss Grace<33

[essaysbyciara]

so about 'Mea Culpa'...

spoilers under the cut (...but honestly, i don't think you should care to have it come spoiled (because it's that [REDACTED] but this is me being nice to y'all because i love y'all...)

Tyler Perry must be thrown under a jail stat.

I've been on this site for a damn long minute and I PROMISE YOU that most of y'all would've written me a HEATER of a story starring a high-powered defense attorney who wants to fuck her sexy-ass, philandering, morally-questionable client who may or may not have killed somebody.

like, listen...

please explain this plot with her brother-in-law. i left with more questions than answers. did he set Zyair up because he slept with his wife? what does the brother have to do with it? him losing his job and going to rehab added absolutely nothing to the plot. and then all of a sudden, he's in on the plot to set up Zyair? because Mea slept with him? but he didn't find that out until close to the end. OR DID HE KNOW? TYLER, THIS MAKES NO SENSE! why would you throw in that the Moms faked her cancer? that had nothing to do with the story. and why bring in my girl M-I-CROOKED LETTER-CROOKED LETTER for Chuculissa (get you a check, Shannon. i ain't mad) into the story? WHY IS THIS MOVIE TWO HOURS?!

there were plot-holes the size of Free Willy, like... come on. how did the blood and body fragments of shorty get into Zyair apartment. how did they get into his apartment (what a nice-ass apartment).

As for Trevante. I know a lot has been made about him being in this movie. I will say that he tried his best. he's hella delectable in this. he played this as well as he could since the source material set him up for failure. obviously, after Moonlight, he was supposed to be that dude but it's clear he's running from that limelight and i guess i can't be mad. i just want better for his sexy-ass.

and speaking of ass ... that sex scene was a-ight. but there's something about Tyler trying to get into his BDSM bag that... eww, gross. it was written from the perspective of someone who reads too many horrible Wattpad stories and like, we really need to stop linking psychopathic behavior and deviancy with BDSM. not everyone with a kink wants to kill you.

anyway, i would watch drunk if you can. grab a bottle, grab your girls, have a night. i watched this alone and sober thus i set myself up for failure. enjoyed seeing trevante's face. and kelly's pantsuits.

[ziminy]

Nightshift pt. 2

Having them as roommates was a problem

Tags: smut, mdni, college au, f!reader, explicit language, Gojo having a soft spot for you (I swear I don't have favorites), jealousy in its purest form (both Geto and Gojo are jealous of each other at some points), fingering , praises, Gojo and Geto are delusional (I'm the delusional one) , riding, oral (f and m receiving) , names(sweet girl, pretty girl, sweetie), threesome

Author's note: half of this part was supposed to be in the first part.

Author's note again: I got sick and had to stop writing for some time. Sorry that it took so long to publish this. Y'all stay safe tho.

Update: I slightly re wrote this. There's going to be small changes here and there.

Words count: didn't count them yet again (it's pretty long tho)

Masterlist part 1

Everything is the same as before after making up with Suguru. You finally got some peace after all that madness. And you decided to hold into that peace like your life depends on it. You have headaches whenever you think about what happened. So you swore on everything you precious the most that you won't do the same mistake again.

That until you fucked up again.

It was a lonely night when you heard the front door. Instantly getting up and sprinting to who ever came back. Only to see your lovely landlord looking tired with a bag of something in his hands. "Welcome back." you said as you jumped to help him with the bag he hand in his hands.

"Is Suguru back?" you shook your head. "I see." somehow, you ended up on the couch with him, looking at whatever it was on tv. Maybe the fact that he looked so tired made you follow him. He looked so different now that he was quiet, you couldn't help but want to see how long he'll last like that. Him on the other hand felt amused, this can't help but make him laugh thinking how you and Geto got into that so called fight over a movie. He could see it was all made up, and if you didn't wanted to tell him the real reason then he might get an answer out of you himself if he's curious enough. Just like before, this ended up so bad.

If you only wanted to see something and relax on the couch, now you were on Satoru's lap. Your ass up on his thighs as his fingers bully their way inside your cunt. Your reactions were more entertaining than whatever it was on tv. So he couldn't help but continue to fuck you with his fingers. "Do you want me or do you want my fingers?" he could feel the way your walls were squeezing him. Wouldn't his cock feel so much better?

"You.." you sighed. "I want you."

"I'll let you ride me, but you have to to do something first." you got him some condoms from his room and then he let you do whatever you wanted on him. He had so much things to do these days and he just felt tired. And so, you did as he said. Getting back in his lap, one of your hands on his shoulder while the other kept his cock in place so you could go down on it. Your heart was beating so fast and all you could think of is if he would fit. His hands stayed on the couch until you finally got the courage to get him inside of you. Slowly and hesitant, you could feel him inside you little by little. Only the moment you finally got him all the way inside was the moment his hands moved on your hips. "You did great so far." you could melt by just hearing his praises. And he's only doing so because he wanted to see your reactions. He wasn't planing on scaring you, so he did the only thing he thought that would made you relax.

You moved your hips up, just to let them down. And oh, the surprised look on your face when he hit that one spot deep inside that made you gasp instantly. It made him laugh, truly. He thought that you might have done something with Geto, but since your reactions are so priceless he guesses that he's the first to be inside you. And what a prize. He wants to call that guy and show how you're whimpering so sweetly in his ear. The way you moved your hips so carefully, every time he touches that spot it was like a new overwhelming feeling was getting to you again and again. "Just like that. Keep going just like that." sure, the pace was slow, sure, he could go faster if he wanted to. But the way you react every time he says that you're doing good was like you were falling right into his arms.

"Toru.." you let out what you thought was his name. It wasn't really your fault you could say only half of it. He seems to enjoy this new nickname tho. Until now you would address to him so formally. He was the first to take a liking into you, why you gotta say that guy's name so casually yet be the complete opposite with him.

"What it is, sweet girl. You want me to help you?" he could feel your walls tightening around him every time he says something. "Tell me and I'll do it." you tried your luck last time, didn't you? So you doubt you'll get what you want this time.

"Can I?" yet you hoped a little that he wasn't playing with your feelings.

"Mm. Of course." his lips were against your jaw, going lower to the neck and only wanting to leave a few marks on you.

"Kiss me." you said that so sweetly that he can't help but do as you're wanting. You sounded so needy for him. He bearly even touched your lips and you felt like you were about to cum. Just how much you were craving for his touch?

"It's alright. I'm here. Cum for me." and you did as he said. You hold tight on him as you were shaking for your life in his arms. He couldn't play with you in that moment no matter how much he'd like to see you cry. You were so starved for his touch that all he wanted was to give you so much more. He let you do your thing, but he also needs something. So, his hands moved on your ass, grabbing it and starting to move it up and down slowly at first. But just as he went on he got lost in the feeling. He became so impatient that he even started to move his hips to meet you halfway so he could feel something faster. "Bear with me a little longer." he whispered in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel him so much deep inside now. And that spot he keeps hitting just got your legs weak.

"I kinda like it.." you confessed. It hurts a little if you're thinking too much about it. Besides that it felt so strange. You're not even sure if enjoyable was the right word to describe whatever you were feeling.

"Don't say that." he was still being gentle with you. "You're going to make me want more." he wants more, but he's trying to convince himself that it's not the right moment. You could bearly get his fingers in at first, not to say how long you stayed to get him inside you. You can't take more and that's it.

"I want to give you more." he bite on your shoulder. Didn't he told you no?

"I'll give you this much at the moment. And I'm going to give you much more later." he said it like he knew that there's going to be a second time.

This was getting so out of hand. Sure, both of your housemates showed you things you never felt before, but you can't just let them continue like this. It would get too complicated later.

"Kiss me." he could see you were with your head in another direction. Why were you thinking of unnecessary things right now? So kiss him and forget about whatever you thought of.

The moment he came was a moment of you too just cuddling. And maybe a little bit of cock warming. Because he just couldn't get out of you yet. Your walls hugged him to tightly, how could he say no. But it had to end at some points. He couldn't be inside you forever, it's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that it's not the moment.

He got you to your room, got you some clean clothes and then put you in bed, disappearing from there as soon as you got to sleep. No matter how much he fancied you he couldn't give up on the rules he made for himself. Like no staying over, even if it was his own house. He was a mad man, he really was insane. But can you blame him? And even if you had anything to say, all he could do is take the blame. No matter how much he likes you, he won't change the way he is. And even so, he can only dream. Is he delusional? Maybe. But let the man dream.

He waited the next day so eagerly. He couldn't wait for you to enter that kitchen to say something to him about it. He wanted to play with you a little. Because he just couldn't help himself when you're acting so cute. Yet the next day he woke up with you at his door.

"Can we talk?" you didn't seem anxious at all. As much as he wanted to play a little with your feelings, he didn't. Maybe it was better you didn't went around the bush to say something. Does that mean you trust him enough to finally talk casually with him?

"Sure." he let you inside his room, waiting for whatever you had to say.

"Nothing changed after yesterday, right?" what a question. Do you want to act as before around him? Definitely not. He won't allow you run from him like before. He got so dangerously closed to you. His hands on your hips, dragging you close to him.

"You're not open to me at all." he whispered in your ear. "I'll fuck you as many times it's necessarily for you to fully open to me."

"Gojo..?" why was that guy the first option? Why didn't you go to him first? And look at you again, calling him like you weren't feeling him last night. He took interest in you first, he noticed you first. Shouldn't you two have a better connection?

"Why do you want everything to stay the same?"

"Isn't it better that way?" why do you view it like that?

"What makes you think it's better like that?"

"You didn't want a relationship, right? And so do I. Also, wasn't it a one time thing?" you knew the answer for the first question, yet you really can't see that it was definitely not a one time thing. If he doesn't fuck you then who? Who is going to be as understandable as him and let you do whatever you wanted with him? For him this meant that you two had a connection. It didn't matter what it becomes as long as you get that you're stuck with him from now on.

"Y/N, don't you see it?" it was so hard for him to explain this to you. All he wants is for you to understand his feelings without him saying shit. Because he's so not used to this. He can't express himself for fucks sake. "We can't be as how it was before."

"Why?" why can't you accept it? This made him a little mad.

"I don't want to go as before." he finally opened up a little. He's going insane. It's you who makes him go insane. Why can't you play the way he wants?

"Then.. Are we in a relationship?" it was so confusing because neither of you knew what the other had to say.

"No." he signed. "Be more open to me. That's all I'm asking from you." .

"I don't want us to be awkward." you sighed. "That's why I came here to ask you about this in the first place. I just want to know that we're alright." he cupped your face with his hands.

"We won't." his face got close to yours. "You know we can fuck around without anything between us."

"I know." but you still can't help but feel guilty a little. Did you woke up realizing what happened the previous day? Or the idea of fucking your landlord just like that? You can't help but feel wrong about this.

"Say my name." he kissed your lips softly.

"Gojo?" he frowned.

"Try again." you took a deep breath and open your mouth again, ready to say what he wanted to hear. Yet your voice was muffled by his lips back on yours. "Come on." he said between the kisses. "Say my name."

".. Toru.." you say the right things when you were out of breath.

"You better remember how to say it from now on." he let you go. And you ran from there the moment you got the chance. Those guys rooms were dangerous places. If you ever have to talk you'll make sure it stays in the kitchen, or anywhere else but those rooms.

Don't stick your dick in crazy. Well, in your case don't let them stick their dicks in you. Any kind of affiliation with them in other ways than just roommates was a a path that you'll never be able to get yourself out of. Walking into their rooms was like you were running into a battlefield. You'll never know what's happening next. Will you be taken from the back or by front? You're still sane enough not do the same mistake twice. Wait, didn't you already fucked up twice? Well, third time is with luck.

Yes, third time gotta be lucky. Lucky for you to not get fucked again. Why do you need to beat your head with them? It's better to not have boys problems at all. Especially if it's guys like them. I mean, look at them. All worked up, muscles after muscles, broad shoulders, standing confidently. Getting drunk on their dicks will cause you so much problems later.

"Y/N." your landlord said your name firmly when you got in the kitchen. "Come here." he pat the chair next to him.

Suguru could only roll his eyes. "Y/N. Come here." he moved his finger signaling you to get to him. Fighting over nothing this early in the morning. You got woken up by Satoru who kept spamming your phone. And for what?

"Why am I here?" you rubbed your eyes trying to see better.

"Look what I got." it was too early for this. Who eats cake the moment they wake up anyway?

"Maybe later. I'm going back to sleep." you walked out of there back to your room. Ready to meet your warm bed that might be cold now.

They were fucking with you. Not really in the fuck way but more in the annoying way. It was for your behavior. Because everything was so good until you started to ignore them. Was it really just a quickie and that's it? Were you really the kind of person to make someone fall for you just to fuck and go? You need to be put in place, that's what both of then thought. And now again they started acting pitiful just because you hurt their feelings.

They personally don't want to think about unnecessary things like how they feel about the person next to them. Because it was hell. Too much work. That's why no one says anything and just act. They could communicate telepathically with each other, that's why those fuckers act almost the same. Almost.

Gojo thought of ways to make you go to him instantly when anything happens. How can he even do that? It was so simple that he might as well laugh about it. Yesterday he was on laundry duty. It was his turn to wash and get everything to the right owner. Oh but how unfortunate would it be if he accidentally misplaced your clothes. Or how sorry he feels about not remembering where he put it. And a lot more bullshit that it makes him laugh like a maniac on the inside so you wouldn't suspect a thing. "I think some of your clothes might be in my room." you instantly stopped doing whatever you were doing at those words. "You have to come and check if they're yours." it was a trap. It was clearly a trap. You noticed the way he just stands there, arms crossed, back again the wall as you were looking in the places he told you he might have put them.

You're not stupid. You already figured out a few of his schemes. How some of his shirts were among your laundry. How he didn't said a thing until you went and asked him who's shirts were those. How he told you to just go and put them in his room. Like you didn't noticed his predatory eyes on your every move. "I'm not going there." you said while you got up from the floor. He put you to search in so many places that it drove you nuts.

"Just stay in the doorway. I'll give them to you." it didn't sounded that bad. So, why not?

Can you believe you actually trusted his words? The moment that door opened he dragged you inside. Your back pressed against the nearest wall, hands on one another going in so many directions. You knew it. You should have never trusted his words. "Satoru." you whined his name. You'd lie if you said that didn't made you so horny. But just like them, you have your morals. And those morals are telling you to not fuck around with people like those two guys.

His hands were ready to take your shirt off, but he stopped for a moment when he heard someone at his door. How dare someone disturb him in a moment like this. "Do you have my shirts? I can't find them." all Gojo did was to roll his eyes. He's not even sure that he washed all the clothes in the first place. He might left a few out while focusing on his plan. Just like them, you're also a fox playing however you want to get out of situations.

"I think it's in my room." you said out loud. This was the perfect opportunity, the best moment to get your stuff and go.

"Y/N? What you're doing there?" Geto opened the door, revealing you who finally managed to take your clothes back, and Satoru, who was standing there disappointed.

"Satoru also got some of my clothes with his. Stuff like this happens. It can't be blamed." if one's plan failed, the other just got an idea. Suguru wrapped his arm around you, dragging you close to him while looking at his friend with an evil smile.

"Ah ah~ You're right. It can't be helped. Glad to see you got your clothes back." you and Geto walked to your room, leaving your landlord alone. Whatever the dark haired guy had planned was not working. You stopped him right in front of your room, not allowing anyone to get inside besides you.

"Wait right there, I'll get it for you." you told him. Does he think you don't remember what you did last time he was there?

"I can help you look for it." lies. You can see most of their plans already. You won't fall for anything that they say.

"Don't worry, it's right on my chair, that's right next to the door. You don't have to help me with anything." you moved that chair from its usual place in case of a moment like this. Gojo's actions were suspicious from the start. So you had to came up with something in case of a situation like this. "Here." you said with a smile. You won't fall for the same thing again. Not after your landlord proved that you were right about whatever they were doing.

They went with the wrong strategy. Instead of being dorks, they should have gain your trust. And that's what they're doing from now on.

The first few days of the new plan was so strange. You couldn't do shit without them being in the way. Washing the dishes? Don't worry, they got you. Wanting to do something around the house? Stay right on the couch, they got you covered. After a week of their stupid game, you actually went in Gojo's room on your own. It did felt a little strange to let your guard down. And now you can't help but get scared by your own shadow when you're seeing it. What's real? What's the meaning of life? Were you wrong about them? Then you have to apologize in a way or another. Or maybe don't do that at all. Yes, don't do that. You're trying to figure out whatever game their playing. It was playing with your head. And now them acting like gentelmen was playing with your head even more.

Don't trust them. Or maybe do? It was just so difficult to decide. Yes, no, maybe. You didn't know what to believe anymore.

So, you decided to study them. Again. This time you'll get an answer. Are they playing with your head or are you becoming more delusional? You have to beat them at their own game. "Suguru, please let me help you." you said it so sweetly, standing next to him at the kitchen counter. He was about to cook something with whatever he found in the fridge.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I can do it on my own. I won't burn anything." you looked at him in the eyes, your eyelashes moving every time you blink.

"I know you'll do good. I just want to help you. It'll make your work easier." you really were so lovely. It's him who's the problem, you shouldn't be around him when he's like this. "Aren't you tired? You've worked hard these days." all he did was to smile. It took everything he had in him to not bend you over that counter and fuck you right there in that moment. If you stay one more minute in there next to him he'll really fuck up.

"Don't worry. I'm not tired yet. You can go tho." you left that kitchen defeated.

Your next target was your landlord. You walked around the house, eagerly to find him. And when you found him, you couldn't help but go straight to him instantly. "What's you doing?" your voice sounded like a melody to him.

"Watching a show I found yesterday. Wanna watch it too?" you sat down on the couch. The distance between you two was relatively far. You sat down without thinking about it first, you should have sat next to him. Would you look desperate if you move next to him now? So you started to slowly get closer to him. For a moment he thought that he was the one who's moving. You always looked like you were watching the tv. No, he wasn't mistaking. You were the one who was getting closer. He turned his face to the tv, trying to focus on whatever the characters were doing. He couldn't help it, he really couldn't hold a grip on himself. He turned his face to look at you one more time. He could see his soul leaving his body when he woke up with you next to him.

"Something wrong?" you said it like you didn't just played with his poor life.

"No." he gulped and turned his gaze on the big screen. That man was standing like a statue on his own couch. A single wrong move and he feels like he'll fuck everything up.

"Toru?" he got up and left the room. He didn't cared about that show anymore. All he cared about at the moment was his sanity, his well being and his soul to remain pure, even if he was nothing close to be pure in the first place to begin with. One more look into your eyes and he would have fucked that pussy of yours on the couch, not caring a fuck about anything more. You also got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. "The main character dies at the end." you spoiled the whole show. How dare both of them make you think that you went crazy. To think that you were considering that you were delusional.

"Something happened?" Geto asked, looking at his friend who was about to cry.

"I just spoiled the ending of the show he was watching." you left that place, going straight to your room.

"I was so close on fucking this up." Gojo confessed as soon as you left. Geto could only sigh. What made you act like this was a mystery. And he's not interested at the moment on finding out why you acted like that. Because who knows what he'll find. What if you need more than just their presence in the room? It's still too early on fucking this up again.

In conclusion, you weren't being delusional. These guys were fucking with your head on hard mode. Whenever you weren't looking at them, their gaze was full of lust. And sometimes they can't even help it. Those moments when you catch them staring at you with that dark look in their eyes were the moments where you stopped working. Your brain couldn't process what in the world was going on in that moment. Only for them to come back to normal and smile like nothing happened. Your panties were soaked. You didn't know what to do anymore. Your mind was telling you to run, but your legs were ready to spread and let who ever wanted to fuck your pussy.

Crying was the best thing you could do in that situation. You were confused. Your morals didn't let you go and fuck up. So if your pussy clench around nothing when your with them, all you have to do is not see them anymore, right? Problem solved. From that moment on you went back to square one. Whenever they were home, you wouldn't get out your room. You were pretending to be sleeping whenever someone opened the door to your room to show you what they got home today. In the end, nothing worked. Just hearing one of their voices on the hallway made you shake. Fucking morals.

Try to resonate with those fuckers. Maybe they would understand if you try to explain to them. Explain what? I mean, surely not the fact that you were horny. But maybe the fact that you were trying to be a better person? The fact that your mind wasn't letting you go around and let them play with you. Maybe they would get it. Maybe everyone can be in friendly terms and just understand each other's needs.

You finally got out that room. With small careful steps you walked into that kitchen again. You sat back in your usual spot, ready to open your mouth and say whatever you had to say.

"You're alright?" your landlord said before you could even from an sentence.

"Ah, yes. About that." you cleared your throat. "I'm sorry." all you could do is look at your hands and play with your fingers.

"For what?"

"Listen, I-" you couldn't think of any words at the moment ,it was like your brain just turned itself off. "Alright, listen. It took a few days but I finally put my thoughts in place. And all I want to do is apologize because I was clearly not in my right mind." you took a deep breath. "I really don't know what got into me. You two are clearly great guys, but I don't know why I was telling myself that you're not. And I just-"

"Alright, stop right there." Gojo said placing his phone of the table. "What happened?" you wanted to cry. Do you really need to explain yourself.

"I got the wrong idea."

"You clearly did." Geto rested his back against the back of the chair. "We're not great at all. I'm sure you were right about whatever you thought about us first."

"No. You're great. I'm the bad one." they were also bad. But in this moment all you could think of is how horny you were.

"What happened then?" you couldn't say it. All you did was to cover your eyes with one of your hands. "Did you fell for me or something?" you shook your head.

"Then?" you took a deep breath. Nope, you couldn't say shit. You covered your face with both of your hands.

"I've been having some really bad thoughts. And you've been so great lately. I just can't help but feel bad."

"Everyone have their days." the dark haired guy tried to comfort you.

"I promised myself that I won't have those kind of problems. But I just can't help it sometimes, you know? I don't want it, but at the same time I wouldn't mind it. I would, but not really."

"There, there." they moved next to you, you could feel some hands on your back. This wasn't help it at all. Seriously, do they even listen to what you said until now?

"If you need any help, I'm sure one of us can help you."

"Both of you already did it." you gasped at your own words. You looked left and then right. Who said that? Did you said it out loud? Did they heard it?

"If it haves to do with anything around the house, don't worry. I can take some of your chores for a while." Geto's words only made you feel guilty. Look at these guys, can you believe you came here to talk about how horny you are these days? You're embarrassed, you really are. You don't recognize yourself anymore these days. Is a dick that good to give up on your peace?

"That's not it." you could only sigh. "Don't worry, I'll get over it." you wanted to go back to your room. Can you believe you really went to them for something that stupid.

"Y/N." Gojo said firmly against your ear. "Are you horny?"

"I-" you looked at him in shock. "How did you know?" did you said that out loud? Was it obviously? You went there with a clear head, you were so determined before. But as soon as you got stuck between them, you forgot everything. Your name, why you're there in the first place. You couldn't even look them in the eyes.

What gave you away? The way your body jolted when they touched you? The way your body heated up immediately under their touch? Was it your thighs that were pressed together for some unknown reason? Or maybe it was the fact that they never saw you like this before?

"Satoru, don't start." his friend said. It was more of a warning. You clearly weren't in your right mind. Sure, he thought the same as his friend, yet he doesn't want to admit it. He studied you enough to know how you are by now. It took both of them a lot of time for you to open to them. If one of them fucks up, both are screwed.

"What exactly is that problem you kept saying about?" the white haired guy decided to ignore whatever the other was saying. You were so cute in that situation that all he wanted was to tease you. His hand was pressed on the back of your chair, his face getting closer to yours. "We talked about it, didn't we? I'm so sad that you ignored me." Geto could only sigh. It was clearly a lost cause.

You could feel the warmth of their bodies. Satoru's hot breath was hitting the skin of your neck. For a moment you looked at him. You gulped. Your eyes moved so fast from his eyes to his lips and back up. It was a dangerous situation. You have to back out right now before it's too late.

"You really are a tease aren't you?" Gojo tried to laugh it off. A few moments ago, all he wanted to do is embarrass you and make you admit about whatever you were feeling, after that he would have left you alone because you also ignored him. But now? All he wanted to do was to show you what happens if you mess with him.

Suguru's hand went on you thigh, squeezing it softly. He was only trying to make you focus on him, to forget for a moment about Gojo. He was only trying to make you a way to run away while you still had time. Because if anything happens right now and you go back on how it was before it would be bad for everyone. He already fucked up once, and now he's trying to make it up for before. He didn't know better, but now he does. Or maybe he's lying to himself.

When your hand went over his, and you looked him right in the eyes. He's the one who needs to back out.

"Suguru, you freak." Satoru said when he saw that he was stealing you from him. "How can you steal Y/N from me."

"Oh, shut up." do you want them to rearrange your insides or do you want to be able to walk for the rest of the week?

Gojo wrapped his arm around you, trying to get you closer to him. It was his revenge. He won't let someone else have you. However, Geto aslo wanted you. And now they were fighting over who can have you. Geto who's hand was gripping you thigh, trying to drag you to him. Or Gojo who's hand was wrapped around your waist.

Your body was on fire. You didn't know what to do anymore. And the option where you can't walk straight for a few days sounded just so good. You wanted whatever you could have. One of them, both of them. You're not even sure what you can fit, where it would fit. But you're so determined to get it inside that you don't care anymore.

One of your hands traveled to Suguru's arm, the other one travelled on Satoru. You forgot what morals even are, or if you have them to begin with. "I don't care who haves me." aren't you a dirty one?

You have to be careful. You were in highly danger. This was really the last warning. Back off while you can. Because you won't be able to ride. One more word or wrong step and you won't be able to get out the bed tomorrow. "But I care." Gojo said while looking down at you. "And I'm sure that fucker does too." how nice he speaks to his friend.

Geto's hand went between your thighs, slowly rubbing your clothed pussy. You opened your legs a little more, giving him more space.

"Not fair." Satoru gasped. His hand went under your shirt and straight to your breasts. He started playing with your nipples who were already half hard. Only making them harder, more sensitive for him to play with it. You sighed. They're hands were so cold, it was making you squirm.

"Doesn't your back hurts?" you could hear Geto's words over and over like an echo in your head. All you could remember is that you didn't wanted any of them in your room for this exact motive. You were afraid this would happen again, yet look at you now. You're the one who started it this time.

"Where do you want to go?" whatever. It's not like it matters anymore.

In the end, you ended on the couch. Gojo held you in his lap, legs spread as Geto was in between them, eating you out like his life depended on it. Satoru's hands were all over your body, never even once leaving your lips alone. From that cursed kitchen until you got to the couch, they undressed you. Leaving clothes all over the places you walked. They still had their clothes on them, it was only you who was naked. You didn't care about the cold air in the room as long as you could feel the warmth of their bodies. Those hands that were so cold at first now warm from your body. And you couldn't get enough of it. You wanted their hands on you all the time. It made you shake, jolt, feel so strange that you wanted them to stop for a moment. But at the same time you were so greedy that you'd start crying if they actually stopped.

"Wait." you moaned in between the kisses. Your back arches, your hand went in Geto's hair, the other on Satoru's thigh. You whined so sweetly, wouldn't it be a shame if someone stopped giving you any pleasure? Would you stop making those cute noises?

A part of them wanted to leave you there, all needy and not being able to release. They wanted to punish you in a way or another for playing with their feelings. But the other part was greedy. Both of them wanted to give you so much more than the other. To make you say one of their names especially, to cry out loud that you wanted one over the other. No one stopped what they were doing until the other made a move. They weren't focused on you anymore, it was more of a battle on who does the first move. And neither of them wanted to do the first step.

What a bunch of buffoons.

You were trembling. The only thing you let out your mouth were broken cries. You were so close, and all they did was to compete with one another. For once, you decide to do something you wouldn't usually do and now instead of trying to understand your point of view they were fighting. You could notice the dead stares they were giving each other. If you knew they were going to be like this, you would have stayed in your room.

"Stop it." you sounded mad. But who knows since you could bearly form an sentence.

"You heard that, Suguru? She told you to stop." Gojo said with a grin on his face.

"She was talking to you, Satoru." maybe it was the way he put the accent on his friend's name, or maybe the way he dragged your hips closer to his face while looking up at you. For a moment you couldn't even think of why you were mad at them.

You sighed. "I didn't came here to see you two fight. I came here because I want both of you." oh, you sweet dumb girl. The way their hearts skipped a beat. You can't walk on a flat surface without tripping and now you think that you could take them? How funny. However, you words only encouraged them. Geto who started putting his whole heart into lapping at your pussy. And Gojo who was making sure to leave his mark all over your neck. You didn't had a single moment for you to even think.

You were so right about your words. Why fighting when they can work together? As much as they want you all alone for themselves individually, they also like to show off. And now it's more than sure that you won't be able to even move in your bed without your body hurting.

Suguru's tongue was moving all around your pussy. He'd shove it in your cunt, lick that pretty clit, eat any kind of juices that might try to escape from him. His arms wrapped around your thighs, dragging you back into his face when you were trying to move. He didn't gave you a moment to breathe.

Satoru kept you in his arms, one of his hands holding your head so he could have access to your neck and shoulders. Biting, licking and kissing wherever he could. While his other hand was was on your chest, playing with one of nipples. You let him do whatever he wanted, and he was more than thankful to show you what he can do.

You couldn't do it anymore. Your legs tried closing, almost trapping Geto's head between then. And Gojo's lips were over yours, kissing you so you would focus on him. His tongue in your mouth, trying to find yours. And even after you finally came, they didn't stopped even for a second. Only making you squirm more and more. "No more." you cried out. Your body was like a vegetable. You felt so dried of energy that you could bearly move.

"Come on, pretty girl. It's only the start." You could finally think clearly, and oh, how dumb you were. What a mistake to try to talk to them at the same time. You gulped, you were scared. What can you even do now? You clearly had your time, and now they also wanted a little bit of what you could give. You bite your lower lip and hold back whatever you had to say. It was your mistake and now you have to live with the consequences.

"Alright." you said so not sure about your choice of words. "Please be gentle with me." how cute.

You layed on the couch, not even sure how to sit. Geto got in between your legs again, this time ready to fuck that pussy of yours himself, not only with his mouth. While Gojo sat next to your head. You took a deep breath, ready for who ever start first. "Relax. Why are you so tensed?" Gojo ran his hand through your hair, moving it out the way. "You're scared?" he sounded so amused.

"A little." you tried to explain. "I mean, it's the first time I do something like this. Dunno what to expect."

"I'll fuck this pretty mouth of yours, so keep it wide open. While our sweet Suguru here would do his thing. Focus on me more tho." all he got in response was Geto rolling his eyes.

"Keep your eyes on me." Suguru said as he positioned in front of you better. He kept rubbing his tip against your pussy, swiping up and down your folds. So wet. He just couldn't wait to get in.

"You're being so greedy." Gojo whined as he moves his hand on the back of your head, getting a fist full of you hair. Only pushing your head up a little. "Just like that, keep that mouth open." he slowly moved his cock inside your mouth. For the moment just exploring how far he could go.

Geto also finally got inside your pussy. So warm, so wet. It was so welcoming. He couldn't get enough of this sensation. When he moved his hips and finally got some friction, he could feel your cunt getting tight, squeezing him so good. He really wanted you all for himself now. He grunted. He didn't like the way your hands were on Satoru, looking at his friend while not giving him any attention. Isn't he giving you the most pleasure? Give him attention. Try to look at him, even if you couldn't. Keep your hands on him. Him. Not the blue eyes guy. His thumb started circling your clit. Giving it quick strokes as he moved his cock into you with more force now.

If you weren't already choking on Gojo's dick, now you were also choking on your own moans. You couldn't say a word. Gojo, always moved inside and out your mouth, always aiming to go as deep as he could down your throat. But did you really wanted to say a word to begin with? Maybe to let them know that it feels good? Overall, you couldn't think of much when you getting it from both sides.

Do they feel good? Can you do something for them? You had no idea since all you could hear were the sounds your bodies made, and the sounds they let out. Little huffs and puffs, moaning here and there. You couldn't get enough of their voices.

"Sweetie, look at me." Geto finally said it. He stands so proud, you could see his contoured body so well. You couldn't really focus your vision on him because Gojo lifted you head up.

"Eyes on me." are they really going to fight again? You lightly slapped Gojo's thighs. Until this ends, all you want to see and hear was how good they felt. They were good with whatever they were doing, but you also wanted to know you're just as good as them. Or at least half of it.

"Y/N." honestly, what a headache. One of your hands went to Geto, holding his arm as he kept moving into you. You were so wet that you were afraid it might leave stains on the couch.

Your other hand holded into Gojo's thigh. You closed your eyes. If they fight because you kept eye contact with only one of them, then you won't even do that at all. Problem solved. Right? Nope. That only made them angrier. Choose. At which one do you want to look more?

Gojo's hand was back in your hair, this time actually starting to fuck your throat. You felt him so deep that you opened your eyes, tears forming from the impact. You wanted to complain. Does he even think of how you feel? "Keep your mouth open." it was an order. He wasn't playing anymore.

"Y/N." Geto said your name firmly when you took your hand off him for a moment. You eyes went wide open when he hit that one spot deep inside harder than he did until now. He kept pressing the tip of his dick into it. It hurts. You felt it so much deep now that it hurts. Your hand went back on him, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him. What he wanted was for both of your hands to he on him. Keep your warm touch only for himself.

All you could do is let out muffled cries. Tears were running down your face. It was way too much. You couldn't do anything. You couldn't move an muscle even if you wanted to.

Demons. You were right when you said to yourself to never fuck with them again.

Geto's thumb only kept increasing the speed, and so did he did with his hips. He kept ramming into you over and over again. Quick, hard, and so was his hand movement. Your legs only trying to close themselves, but you couldn't because he was in the way. He held your arm right against your body, holding your wrist in his hand.

One of Gojo's hands were on the couch back, holding himself from not falling into you. You gagged every time he kept coming back in. His movements were like he was trying to compete with his friend. Who can go faster? Who could make you cry even louder? You were shaking, your eyes went shut. Your mind went blank. You hold onto whatever you could as you came. Never even a moment did they left you alone. No, in fact, their movements only looked like continuing.

Both were so greedy to have your hands on them. It wasn't enough. They wanted more. Usually they were all in for a three way if it was it someone they don't really know. But you? You were their cute house cat. There at the end of the day, there at the start of the day. You weren't just some random person.

"Swallow all. Don't let a drop escape." Gojo said as he moved his hips a couple more times before he filled your mouth with his cum.

"Fuck. I'm almost there. Almost there." Geto said. With a few thrusts he also came.

You were choking on Gojo's cum. It was too much, and too sudden.

"Another round. Let me feel your pussy this time." Satoru said, wanting to have that cunt of yours all for himself.

"No way. This pussy is mine." Geto said, already getting ready to get back inside your pussy for a second time that evening.

"It's my turn." look at them fighting like kids again.

"No more. I can't take another round." you said, laying defeated on the couch. Your chest raising up and down, a hand on your belly as the other was next to you. "Not today." or tomorrow. But you didn't said that part out loud.

"You're tired already?"

"Not everyone have as much energy as you do." you said trying to get up from the couch. "Look like you'll have to do my chores for a few days." you shouldn't had let them fuck you. You went downhill from the moment you stepped into that damn house. You're future was going to be wild wild them next to you.

Honestly, I have no idea tf I wrote almost to the end. I wrote the smut part after I got sick and my brain doesn't want to understand any english at the moment. Might change the threesome part after I get better

[mhut7]

I KNOW I'M LATE(because I pay no attention Whatsoever)BUT AAA THE KID AT THE BACK IS BACK AND I SWEAAR #1 hyugoo my boy AAHSBDBDC

HE SLAYS and damn talk about sweet and sour JEEZ LOWEEZ

#2 goshdamn because Sol may be a stalker and a yandere buttt he's also husband material I swear won't spoil but HEAR ME HE'S PERFECT and he loves horses 😭🤌 he's so baby girl

#3 day 3 probably won't come out for a while since something business blah blah blah some shit that made me mad that I didn't exactly read well enough to remember or realllyyy carteee about so yeah 😞😞😞😢😩😭😭

#4 actually I changed my mind so MAJOR SPOILER ALERT in the game you skip class with the babes (Sol and hyugo) and go to the movies because the new Sherlock Holmes movie came out and hyugo really wanted to watch it you get the choice to go with Sol to the arcade or with hyugo to watch the movie I went with Sol and if you do you too go to the arcade blah play games blah blah blah then you run out of tokins and Sol goes to the counter to get more like the husband material he is and leaves you with the couple coins left you play a claw machine to try and get a stuffed toy (I chose the horse for Sol duh) while you wait and blah blah blah someone slaps your ass you run out of the arcade almost get sexually assaulted Sol to the rescue ❤ hyugo with him bbg breaks the guys nose crys over you y'all walk back together and drop off Sol so he can calm down small rebuttal but he leaves you walk to your apartment with hyugo you get there he tells you to stay safe because people have been going missing lately AND THE LITTLE FUCKLING STARTS BEING SUSPICIOUS and tells you to take care of Sol for him like BITCH anygays he leaves you go inside ignore the fact the lock on your window is broke eat some leftovers while watching TV pore a glass of orange juice then go change and go to bed AND GUESS WHO BROKE IN you guessed it the best boy Sol turns out he drugged you (sleeping pills) he watches you sleep kisses ya then fucking leaves and that's the fudging end. 😃

[halfmoth-halfman]

So I just read the new chapter, beautful work with the afterlife of Canary and seeing her father Adler again. The flames, the rage, Canary finally being SICK of it---- I am ready for the rage. I also appreicated the way her father just said "you're fault, I may have been shit and like hiring the docotor whose wife I killed wasn't the best idea, but the shit you got yourself is all you" talk bc Canary did try, but now she has that "bitch better have my money", "Jawn" Wick, Alabama riverboat brawl, 'cuz I'll air this bitch out', 'fuck it, I'll do it myself', energy that I just love to see on women *chefs kiss*. And then the face shift from Adler to Makarov really did it for me, and miss girl still held her owwwnnnnnn. She not playin' with y'all no more Graves, Kira, Makarov, 141 + Price inlcuded and even Kate (idk what she'd do, but if Canary got beef, then we all got beef).

And then her choice to go back to the land of the living bc she ain't no punk ass bitch???? Water my crops and made me want to get on my Zoom since I ain't been in session since I graduated and told myself to only take a 2 week break max then get on these job applications. Waking up and already being sarcastic and witty with Rudy is such a change to what I would've imagined her waking up like (being more frazzled, and scared, etc.). And then having everyone in the room tired as hell, weeks taken off her life and whatnot--- THEN TO BE TOLD PRICE GOT ARRESTED BC HE MURDERED HER!!!! Kate better swoop in and do her job, Shepherd better do some white people and police offer shit to get Price out so Canary can dog him for what he put her through. Then I wanna see Canary with the nine from Jamal, I need her hands Rated E for Everyone as a testmant to her last name and who tf she is and always been.

Also, your story is the first story I ever been waiting on for the chapter drop like when people wait on Rihanna for an album. I was pacing, then was like 'why tf is she in PST????' with my EST ass. And I even watched the new Zoey 102 movie to pass time then have a friend on FT bc I was STRESSED. I read through that too fucking fast, and you legit give me the energy to write, I just don't know what to write or feel that spark really. I legit sat here refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter lmfaooooo

Lots of love

aaaaaaaa thank you so much!!! 💜

i'm also ready for canary's rage, and her deciding to really embody the adler name and get her money and estate back like the queen she is. adler and canary have a very complicated relationship, and a lot of it stems from her mother's death. i think adler knows that his wife's death falls like 98% on his shoulders, but has shifted blame to canary because it's easier for him to be mad at someone else even if it's his own daughter. he's always been a little harsher on her than he was with graves, but convinced himself that it was for her own benefit and to make her stronger in the world that he was raising her to be a part of and take over.

so, of course, when everything goes down with graves and canary waltzes into purgatory/limbo while graves has control over everything, adler is pissed, regardless of the circumstances leading to that outcome. to me, he has a very black and white view of canary's situation and thinks that if she wanted to, she could've found a way out or to get rid of graves when it's not that simple. for canary, it feels like just another thing he's blaming her for, and she's realizing that almost every man in her life - graves, makarov, adler, shepherd, even price - are all the same; they all see her as a tool to be used, a bargaining chip, and she's not having it anymore. canary really is out for blood now, but whether or not the 141 is going to be included in that is undecided.

i don't think there was any other choice for her than to go back. like wanting to continue the story aside, adler was right when he figured she wouldn't be able to live with herself letting graves win, and canary knew that. sure, if she'd stayed she would get to see her mother and not have to worry about makarov or price or anyone else, but letting graves get away with no consequences after everything he's done to her? absolutely not.

i think she is a bit frazzled, but also more resolute after talking with her father. she knows what needs to be done, she knows she's going to need the 141 to do it, but she also knows she doesn't have to be happy and nice about it either. cordial, yes, but she's not going to forget what they accused her of anytime soon.

who knows what shepherd is going to do with price, but i can absolutely tell you canary's hands are rated e for everyone 24/7 365. she is out for blood, and she doesn't intend on taking any prisoners.

"refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter" LMAOOOOO i'm so glad that you're enjoying this fic that much omg, i love reading through everyone's thoughts about where the story's going to go. honestly, you guys give me a lot of inspiration to write these chapters, esp after the 12k one because ngl that chapter was kinda draining for me to write, but y'all made it worth it! 💜

[rulerzreachf4n7]

Rating Spider verse ships!!!

I've been planning on doing this for a long while but I've been a bit busy, NOT TODAY!!!

Anyways don't get mad at me for my opinions, you look really fucking stupid

I'm sorry if you're just trying to find fan art and find this 😭😭😭

1. Ghost flower (Gwen x Miles) 100/10

THIS SHIP IS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE IT SMMM, I really hope it becomes canon in btsv because I just really love this ship I think it's really cute!! :>

Byteflower (Margo x Miles) 5/10

Not really for me, it's actually cute but I don't really see it happening, plus Margo barley had any screen time, hopefully she has more in btsv!

Peniles (Peni x Miles, I dunno Peni's spider name lol) 0/10

It's around a 2/1 year age gap (thought it'd be longer for some reason) since Peni is 13 and Miles is 15, although she probably aged up so she's like 14, but I don't really like it cause the barley have any interactions and I see her as a younger sister/sibling twords Miles

Miguel x Miles, Gwen, Jess, Lego Peter, and Peter B. 0/10

Not only is it p3d0philia (Miles and Gwen are both teens) the mf literally body slammed a child and called him a mistake 💀💀💀 yuh that's definitely a boyfriend/husband material y'all 😊😊 and also Jess literally has a husband and so does Peter B., AND LEGO PETER ISN'T EVEN IN THE MOVIE, ONLY LIKE FOR ONE SECOND HE ISN'T A MAJOR CHARACTER 😭

Ghostpunk/Hobie x Pavitr (Hobie x Miles, idk Pavitr's spider name either😭😭) 0/10

They're more friends/siblings in my eyes, and isn't Hobie literally 18/19 years old???? 💀💀and Pavitr is literally dating Gayatri so...💀💀💀

Miles x Miles 42 -infinity/10

...bro...thats literally himself, IT'S GIVING FLASHBACKS WHEN PEOPLE SHIPPED EMMET AND REX DANGERVEST 😭😭 (and funny enough spider verse and Lego Movie are made by that same people... 🤨🤨🤨)

Aaand that's all!!! This is a relatively short list cause there isn't that much spider verse ships I've seen so yeah!

And here are some ships that probably exist I just haven't seen fan art of yet

Peni x Gwen

Gwen x Hobie/Pavitr

Peter B. X Miles

Gwen x Jess

Miles x Pavitr

Miles x Gankee

Peni x Spider Noir

Annnd...

Anyone x Spider ham!

[pookiepiss69]

hi queen/king/my royalty i saw in your asks post you tagged the karate kid so i’m assuming you like it (if not just ignore this): daniel headcanons?

OH EM GEE OKAY CHAT‼️‼️

TKK

He's the type of guy to get his mum to order stuff for him and then complain bc she ordered it wrong

He's such a hater but gets SO offended when people hate back

This guy is NOT self aware, he will lit do the cringiest thing and then 2 nights later he things about it and wants to die

He HATES straight milk (trust me)

Someone asks where he's from and he's like "erm, I'm glad you asked‼️ my dads achually 🤓.." and then he'd start yapping

When he meets new people he is SO awkward he's js kinda like "oh hi I'm daniel 🧍‍♂️" and then stands behind everyone until someone talks to him

He'd be in public with someone and he sees some ugly person and he turns around to whoever he's talking to and is like "do I look like that be honest"

And then he gets offended when they say yes (they were joking)

He wants to be like those kids who can watch slashers and horror movies without being scared (unrelated but I think johnny would like horror movies) so he gets like chucky or smth and watches it and CANNOT sleep for a month

And then the cycle repeats

He would talk SO much shit and then get surprised when someone confronts him about it

Like he would talk shit to EVERYONE about johnny like even people he's friends with and then johnny gets angry at him and the entire time he's just thinking 'how did he find out 😔😔'

When it's fathers day it makes it everyone's problem that he's dad karked it

And johnny just starts yelling at him because he's annoyed about the CONSTANT yapping

"NOBODY CARES DANIEL SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE YOU END UP LIKE YOUR DAD. 🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡"

and then he goes to the bathroom and crys

CK

When he saw johnny he went home and told his kids to not peak in highschool

This guy is a HEAVY south park fan like he's been watching it since season one.

And then he finds out johnny's a family guy/american dad fan and he hates him even more

And then when they become friends they both hate on big mouth together

He once got into a argument with the principal like SCREAMING. like he was ANGRY

it was probably when Sam was in primary or smth like he got all up the principal bc they told him Sam was not napping or smth

He makes offensive ass jokes and he was selling some guy his car and he made a joke and the guy did not end up buying the car

He was not a happy bunny

He hates on Australians or smth like some specific country (not the uk because we are peak)

Sam would get in a fight with some Australian and he would be like "ofc it was an Australian 😡"

He has infact never met a Australian he js hates them

I'm sowwy australians

Whenever Amanda's mad at him he does the 'yeah I'm the WORST husband in the world/ YOU DONT LOVE ME ANYMORE ☹️☹️😭😭"

He loves johnny/j

Or does he.

Y'all lmk if I should like lawrusso or johnny hcs next

[beardedmrbean]

“Baby it’s cold outside is a rape song!” Bitch we radios still played R Kelly songs despite FUCKING FOOTAGE of him raping a teenage girl. Ugh, boondocks was a good middle finger to how my community acted

Also…do people forget that 40’s-50’s people were tongue in cheek about their sexual desires? You can easily pick up the innuendos if you remember pre sex revolution dynamics

Why do I got better critically thinking skills than grown ass adults? WHY, WHY, WHYYYY

Bored as hell and I wanna get I'll So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, making that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out

Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talking that trash we'll pull your card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't saying shit ____________

Eazy was the only one of the bunch that didn't sell out in the end, at least between him, Dre', and Cube.

MC Ren is low key enough that he doesn't pop up too much, so he may or may not have.

Eazy didn't know how to lay low, or wear a condom.

Cube doin the 'no vaseline' attempt at a diss track just sounded like him crying through gritted teeth, and the Antisemitism wasn't cool either you'd be dead if a Jewish dude hadn't picked y'all up and fought to make you famous.

I have a strangely high level of respect for E, him and Ice-T from that particular genera.

Shock -G too, but Digital Underground wasn't gangsta. Humpty Dance could fit in with the subject matter too though.

tangent over ________________

This is why I have so much trouble with people bitching and moaning about misogyny and shit in tv and movies an screaming and yelling about how women need to be treated as more than sex objects,

Then comes Cardi B to save the day in the CA wildfire season

they just want to be offended at things they don't understand, or care to look into.

None of the subject matters are anything new either, just stopped trying to be clever and dropped all subtext now.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

There’s a kung fu panda AU with the shroud bros as stars? SIGN ME UP! WHERE IS IT! >:D

On a discord server, buried with the rest of the Au iceberg that I have.

Kung-fu panda was like... One of my favorite childhood movie series. Like I never got to see the 2nd movie, but I saw the first and on TV there was the legends of awesomeness show, which was, luckily, after school. When I tell you me and my siblings LOVED that shit... Like we were hooked on it.

Unfortunately, the only merch I do have is a Po plush that was part of a campaign at the mall shop. It's chonky and a good pillow tbh

A bit of a fair warning: it is LONG af.

Now y'all know where we are going, so I believe I need no introduction on this:

We have a pretty comune setting to the og movie. Except that in here, in the village, the restaurant is owned by Mrs Ashengrotto, a widow, with her son, Azul as the sole heir and one hard-working lad. He was engaged to Idia, as an arrangement in between them, arrangement which both families were more than excited about. (I mean... One is a great cook with a successful restaurant and one is a blacksmith who can fix anything he comes across)

The Shrouds on the other hand, were blacksmiths. Idia was one mad lad, always up to try and invent something. Meanwhile, his little brother, Ortho, was more of a happy-go-lucky kid, just like the other kids, absolutely thrilled over the furious 5 and their epic adventures in protecting their lands. It didn't help that excitement when the temple they would train was right on the top of the mountain, under which their village was located.

In here, what made the furious 5 so great was the power to turn into different animals. Each one had a corresponding animal, whom represented their fighting style as well.

Idia didn't seem that hyped with all that bazzazz, but he did creak a smile when his little brother would excitedly speak about the new stories he heard from the other kids.

And as such, when the big ceremony of choosing a legendary warrior, everyone is excited and going to see the demonstrations of the furious 5.

Idia, of course, is late to the whole thing because he is helping his fiancé with the food. They didn't have to be late at all since Mrs Ashengrotto was counting on them.

But there were A. LOT. OF. STAIRS.

And we all know these 2's track record. :'3

So Idia comes up with a plan to use fireworks. Azul tells him that it's a horrible idea. Like sure, they have to be fast, but not actually blow up.

And ya know what? It does turns out to be a bad idea. Who would've guessed?!

The thing ends up with both Azul and Idia not only being fucking late to the introduction and the whole demonstrations, but they end up literally toppling down in the middle of the arena, right when the great old master Maleficia was choosing the next legendary warrior.

Of course, Idia opens his eyes to see a finger pointed straight at his nose and people just gasping. It was thought this was a mistake, Azul and Idia both were dying with embarrassment, but Maleficia insists that this was the legendary warrior. That Idia, this noodle arms mf who never touched grass in ages, was the chosen one.

Of course, this starts a whole controversy. Especially since Idia himself wanted nothing to do with this.

As such, Idia gets dragged to the temple, where he gets confronted by master Lilia, who was absolutely disappointed that out of the finest 5 warriors he could train, this stick guy that couldn't even defeat a mosquito, was chosen. There had to be an error. And Idia wholeheartedly agreed that it was an error. That he could never be a great warrior. He was just a blacksmith's son who wants to invent a few things and live cozily in his village without much care. Just a quiet cozy life, please and thank you. :'3

Of course, the furious 5(who now all were annoyed) discussed in between them. Kalim brings out that maybe Idia could bring something new, something they would need or haven't thought about. Leona is salty af, since out of the 5, he and Malleus were the best with 0 doubts. In between these 2 it was the true competition. Riddle brings it up how they maybe should've trained harder, but Vil interjects and says that there is no way, no matter how hard they tried. Malefica saw something on that lazyass guy and decided that he would be a warrior.

Their goal is to convince Idia to get his ass to train. Maybe then they would see what Maleficia saw in him.

Back to Idia, man just wanted to leave. Just say that it was a mistake and let him leave like this. But Maleficia was 100% set onto her choice, much to everyone's cargain.

So they put Idia to trial. It was the training room and Idia had to pass from one side to another. For at least an example, Kalim was demonstrating, since he was the most acrobatic from all of them.

Imagine Idia just losing his soul when he sees what stunts Kalim pulls. And he makes it look just so effortlessly that Idia is racking his brain to find out how much stamina does this guy even have.

Of course, Idia, like any sane mf who had no ounce of training, doesn't want to go.

Leona yeets him in there anyway.

And it's just the biggest flop of the year. Everyone looking was just absolutely dying on the inside as Idia was trying really hard to not actually die in there. Man bearly makes it through by sheer desperation.

To try and make him feel better, Vil introduces him to the training dummy, which is mostly a thing little kids could defeat too.

Idia fails at that as well.

Still, Lilia was absolutely racking his brain to see how he could help this case. It was very important that Idia would either train to be a good warrior or prove that he is so BAD, Maleficia will choose someone else by default. One of the 2 had to be fulfilled in the end.

Of course, Lilia tried everything. Absolutely everything. Nothing worked. Idia was simply not wanting to learn. He wanted only home and at this point he was actively trying to survive, not Excell at anything. Just leave the guy alone please. :'3

Malleus does express his worry, that mayhaps his grandma was too old. She was ready to pass away anytime now. Maybe the age got to her. Malleus really didn't want to lose or disrespect his grandma, but he had to face the reality at one point. Lilia gives him a point, but he retorts that Maleficia never let anything such as old age from keeping her mind calm and ordered. Malleus should leave his worries aside and try to accept the new. They all really try to.

Of course, one night, Idia is absolutely done and over with the bland ass food the rest were eating. Like he was used to Azul's great ass cooking, so naturally, Idia knew a few of the easy to do recipes. Some that won't take long to do.

Malleus catches whim of the smell and is absolutely sure that it wasn't by any means Lilia in that kitchen. Curious, he finds Idia there, with a bowl of something he did.

Of course, being one shamels and hungry Boi, Malleus reaches out to the said food, to just take a bite, but Idia slaps it away, saying that he did it for himself and himself only. He misses his home and is denied of going back until this fuckery is solved, at least let him have this.

Malleus, being still hungry, still wants some. He insists that he skipped lunch, much like Idia did, so he wants something to eat too. Idia tho, keeps to his compass that Malleus shall get none of the food made by him.

At this, Malleus gets petty too, saying that he could take it by force if he wanted, but right now he's playing nice. Idia takes it as a fucking challenge, so he takes some bowls and plays a game of guess the cup with Malleus. Of course, hi first 2 guesses out of the 3 were wrong. So Idia leaves the kitchen as Malleus is ready to enjoy his prize.

But under the 3rd bowl it was nothing.

See, Idia pulled a trick, by having a 4th bowl hidden underneath, swapping those and leaving with the 4th bowl while Malleus was way too distracted with the guessing game.

Of course, Malleus was fucking salty about this. Also so embarrassed that he didn't utter any word when Riddle, who was passing by, asked him why he was refusing to eat from a bowl something that clearly was meant for bowl. :'3

The next day, Malleus demands to know where Idia hid the food. The response was, of course, in his stomach. He was absolutely teasing Malleus about it in front of the other furious 5, just to add salt to the wound. The others were absolutely finding this hilarious since 'how come the great Malleus Draconia is defeated by noodle arms?!'. Malleus defends by saying that he was outsmarted, not in a fight, but in a mind game. The others think that it's bullshit, but Malleus insists that Idia shouldn't be ever let to try and defend his food via mind games.

Today tho, it's also the day Sebek, a worker at the temple, announces that they would have dumplings for dinner. Idia recognises them as the dumplings Azul's mom makes and immediately demands to have at least one.

Good news, for the group, as a treat, there were given 7 dumplings. Bad news, they were 6 and all wanted an extra dumpling. Either for the sake of a reward or, in Idia's case, for the sake of that homey feeling.

Of course, Idia grabs the last dumpling first, so the others, who also wanted, are challenged to the same game that put Malleus to the wall of shame. Malleus is absolutely pumped up, wanting to clean up his name after the shameful defeat.

So Idia takes this time 5 bowls, saying that there can be only 1 winner, so each will choose one individual bowl. He shuffles them and everyone is watching those things like hawks. Idia finishes the shuffling and presents to the 5 the bowls.

Leona tho, decides to check for any tricks, so he rounds the table. He finds out Idia was staying on one leg, with the other holding a bowl that hid something. He points it out, thinking he wins the dumpling.

But it was the extra bowl, the one Idia ate from. He holded it off the table to have a clean game.

Still not happy with it, the group decide to put Idia in the middle of the table as they drag towards them the bowls. They were all around the table, so they would see if Idia tries anything funny.

So they start in order. First is Vil, who isn't a winner. Then Riddle, Leona and Kalim are also met with nothing. Malleus seems excited, since finally he would win. So the others have all the eyes on him.

Nothing under his bowl as well.

Being absolutely dumbfounded and enraged, all 5 look at Idia, only to realise that Idia himself was eating the 6th dumpling without a care in the world. He does notice the stares and asks if they only now caught onto the gig, since Ortho always knew about it.

Before he leaves, Idia adds that his little brother is currently 6.

Even a 6 years old could figure this out and not 5 highly trained warriors. Oh the shame. The absolute shame was unbearable.

Lilia does pass by and asks if by chance, they have an extra dumpling, which, of course, has everyone groaning and collectively saying that no. Idia was already gone to his assigned room by then, so of course, the 5 were trying to figure out how the trick was performed. They saw Idia placing the dumpling under a bowl and they saw the bowls shuffling on the table. They caught only an empty bowl as a 'trick', but still! What kind of witchcraft was this even?!

Lilia finds it curious. He saw only the Aftermath and knew that Idia did something to fool everyone and get that extra dumpling. But what? Maybe that was the spark from the potential Maleficia saw.

Later, Kalim is the one on washing duty, so he was a bit late to go to bed. That's also when he spots Idia outside. Curious, Kalim follows him, trying to find out what Idia is up to. He expected the firehead to be beat from all the training.

Surprisingly, Kalim finds it hard to keep pace with Idia, who was headed to the roof of the temple.

That's also when Kalim sees Idia poofing into a bird made out the same blue flames as his hair, gently flapping it's wings and gliding off from the mountain, straight to the village.

Kalim, of course, follows as a small monkey, realising that Idia was actually going to his home.

He was visiting his family, mostly to check on them.

Of course, Kalim's cover is blown up when he is noticed by Ortho, much to Idia's horror. Idia was absolutely scared since Kalim caught him in the act. Of course, Kalim was a very kind and happy guy, not once badmouthing Idia, but saying that it is a bit difficult to adapt.

Idia also sneaks in to see Azul, Kalim also meeting Azul. Still being salty about the dumpling incident, Kalim brings up that woe to Azul, who was the one who actually made those when Sebek bought them from his errands around. Azul just reassures that it's one of the silly tricks Idia does. Don't think it too much as the answer is very simple. This actually makes Kalim more embarrassed since they overthought everything and still found nothing.

But, after that, Idia and Kalim go back, Idia begging to not say a thing. He kept visiting at night from time to time, mostly because he couldn't handle all this strangeness and how everything felt so hostile.

Kalim tho, asks if Idia could always turn into a bird. Idia responds that he could always do it. It wasn't very hard for him, but it was something only his close ones knew about. He asks Kalim to tell no one about it. Anyway he wasn't any warrior material and he would be out as quick as possible.

Kalim wanted to say something else, but only tells Idia that maybe he should try to put as much effort in his training as he does in his tricks. Idia just says that they are childish tricks. He doesn't put effort in them, unlike in the trainings where he does put a lot effort. That's why he doesn't like it. He tries and tries but gets no results.

So Kalim starts to think. How come Idia was so fast and agile, but also a total flop at training? What was the secret?

Well, meanwhile, Mrs Maleficia passes away, while giving advice to her grandson. So Malleus was very down about this.

So of course, everyone was a bit down. To at least cheer up, Kalim turns to Idia and asks to figure out that bowl trick. Idia, of course doesn't really want to reveal his trick, since it was his only advantage against the others. Then again, Idia had the fear that Kalim might blackmail him.

So he just shows the same trick a few times, Kalim still not being able to figure it out. Idia was getting impatient and Kalim was still without any idea of the execution.

That's when Riddle catches them in the act. He asks what are they trying to do, so Idia shows to Riddle the trick as well. They still can't figure it out and as such Idia wants to give up, since it was obvious.

Disappointed they didn't figure it out, the 2 go to sleep and think about it.

Malleus tho, who happened to pass by, asks how Idia manages to mask the sound of the chopsticks. Idia was on dishwashing duty, so he does catch up that Malleus figured out his gig, so he points to the ceiling cracks due to the wood planks. It's all about the aim. And Idia proves it by throwing the chopstick in the ceiling, getting straight in a crack and making only a small creak. Malleus says that it is impressive and gets the other chopstick to stick it next to Idia's.

The 2 bond a bit over sticking chopsticks to the ceiling. :'3

But, after the death of Maleficia, we get the news of Crewel, a past protige of Lilia's that turned to the evil side. As he was trained and praised, thinking he would be the legendary warrior, but instead he wasn't chosen.

Of course, the furious 5 demand to go and challenge Crewel, but Lilia insists that it is too dangerous. But what they could do? Idia was still being absolutely useless, having no progress in training.

Even so, the 5 decide to still go and at least try.

So left with Idia, Lilia doesn't know what to do with him. Nothing really worked. Idia wasn't making any progress at all.

And Lilia, rightfully, felt absolutely at his lowest. Idia also didn't want to do this, not being reassured the slightest by his poor skills in this.

So he consults with Silver. Now Silver had one leg missing, so the best he could do was to tend to the gardens. Lilia does ask Silver, as Silver was his previous protige.

And Silver says that Maleficia didn't see any legendary warrior spark in him either, but Lilia still managed to find a way to train him. Even after he got his leg ripped off by Crewel and Sebek was blinded in his right eye and his right hand was missing too, Lilia didn't try to give up on neither of them. Silver gave up on his training, as he knew Lilia had to focus on the 5 protiges. And Sebek's goal was only to guard the temple and the warriors that are training in here. Lilia wanted them to be legendary warriors, he got so innovative in trying to prove this that one actually thought there was a chance.

But that chance wasn't there. And now, Idia is given to him as the chosen legendary warrior. Silver saw Idia and he knows that there is that talent. Lilia just has to do what he did to him and Sebek's training: seeing through their eyes. Trying to understand how they think and what they truly want.

Lilia ends up praising Silver, mostly because of how calm and composed he was in times where people like Lilia were losing their mind.

So Lilia tries to see how Idia does. How he thinks and reacts to things. He only found out that Idia loves the food made by Azul and that he is knowledgeable in different tricks, mostly used to confuse the others and get him an extra piece at dinner.

So Lilia sets up a little thing. He tells Idia that Sebek got some of those sweet desserts from the village restaurant and he doesn't know where they are hid. He also plays it as being just Sebek not wanting to share since usually the others always haul the food.

Lilia immediately finds Idia doing a perfect split in between 2 cabinets, looking above them and trying to find those desserts. Of course, when being caught in the act, he immediately drops down and crashes on the floor.

Lilia slowly comes to the realisation that Idia's problem was not his skill, but the fact that people were looking. He was always awkward, unless he performed a trick he knows so well he is aware he can't possibly mess it up.

So he tries a new way to train Idia. Train him without being actually there. Of course, it sounded outrageous, but Lilia had a plan.

He blindfolds Idia. So he tells him to do tasks alone in the room until he comes back.

Thing was, Lilia never left the room. He was there all the time, watching how Idia performed. Unlike before, his approach was far more calculated, far more calm and clean.

Slowly, Lilia tries to 'catch' Idia in more opportune positions, where he cannot fall off that easy. He wants to have Idia slowly lose that sudden 'drop everything and overthink' reflex, by giving the illusion that he isn't there, that he's just giving him a task and lets him do whatever to just get the result wanted.

Meanwhile, the 5 return. Unfortunately, the first one who finds them was Azul, who deems that all 5 are in no condition to even continue and try to climb all those stairs. He takes them in for at least a bit until they get a bit more energy and treat their wounds. Vil was absolutely frozen, Kalim had his head bashed on rock and as such it was all wounded and he was dizzy. Leona and Riddle both got strangled by bridge strings and Malleus was almost killed. It was a miracle they were alive by what Azul concludes.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a miracle, it was a warning from Crewel to Lilia and everyone.

So Azul writes a letter and takes Ortho to send it to the temple as fast as possible. Riddle and Kalim are the fastest ones who recover and they are asked to take Vil along Leona to the temple. Malleus still could bearly walk and as such, he needed a bit more time to either recover or for Azul to decide to finally carry his ass to the temple too.

For Idia, the training was going well when Ortho arrives. Surprisingly, Idia himself seems not fazed, even adapting to the situation when he rushes to Ortho to see why he was here. Lilia also comes when Ortho says that Azul gave him an urgent letter to deliver, regarding the furious 5.

That's when Lilia allows Idia to get the blindfold off so he could read the letter. It is revealed that Azul penned the report from the 5 and added how 4 of them are coming to the temple since they are recovering faster than Malleus.

Of course, Lilia gets worried when the others come in and he has to unfreeze Vil. They said the same things as in the letter, that Crewel was coming.

So finally deeming that Idia was ready and with the situation at hand, Lilia is giving to him the legendary scroll that holds the said secret only the legendary warrior shall know.

Idia says that it's literally empty. Literally that whole scene with the scroll but it's Idia and Lilia instead.

So with this, there is the problem of what to do? They had little time and their priority was the innocents first and foremost.

So Lilia gives the order to evacuate the village. He would stay behind to keep Crewel from trying to track them. The others try to convince Lilia to at least have the 5 to help, but Lilia says that they are were wounded beyond any possibility of fighting at the moment.

So the order is given and everyone is leaving the village.

Ortho asks why they are leaving, Idia saying that it's something they cannot stop, something that threatens their lives and the risk was too big to be ignored. Idia tries to reassure that it's alright and that they would all be safe and happy in the end.

But of course, Ortho was bummed about it. When asked about why, he says that Idia never backed down. When there was a challenge for him, Idia would try and try whether it was a success or not. And many times it turned out to be a failure, but Idia still didn't give up. That was the thing that made Idia... Well Idia... So to see his big brother running away, it was a bit disappointing. No.... Scrap that... Very disappointing. Ortho says that it is like Idia completely forgot what was inside of him.

Idia tho, has a realisation moment. So he drops everything and tells Azul that he has to go back, because he finally figured it out. Azul, already having himself busy with the wounded Malleus, couldn't stop Idia at all before he ran off back to the temple.

Ortho tho, notices that Idia forgot something: the scroll. So he asks Malleus if he knows what it was. Malleus responds that it's the thing Crewel is after, the scroll that could only be read by the legendary warrior. He guesses Idia already read it or at least was given to keep safe by Lilia, even so, it was a very important object. Azul gets a bit worried, since if Crewel is after this, then surely he won't stay too much at the temple.

At the temple tho, Crewel arrives and challenges Lilia for the scroll in question. Of course they fight, but their fight gets put off when it's realised that the scroll wasn't anymore in the temple.

And Idia arrives! He was absolutely beat from all that running, but ya know, gotta commit to it. Crewel inquires to know who this noodle arms is, to which Idia declares that he is the one who hid the scroll away from Crewel. He states that it was too late, as Crewel will never find it.

Of course... This results in Idia getting yeeted off the mountain. Thankfully, he turns into his usual bird self to avoid getting smashed into a roof.

Cue very epic fight. Crewel wanted to know where the scroll was, but Idia was not telling a soul. If he tries to end him, he'd never find out, so it was a condition to also keep Idia alive.

Except that all goes to vain when Idia realises that Ortho returned, with the scroll he forgot. Idia intended to hide it on his person, but now everything was blown up. Crewel, of course, sees the younger brother and is absolutely ready to tear everything into shreds just to get that damn scroll.

But that also seems to hit some buttons for Idia, as this time he immediately puts the man down and takes Ortho to put some distance in between them. Of course, Idia is worried sick for his brother and takes the scroll from him, telling Ortho to hide. He couldn't run back, since Crewel would most likely follow and try to use him as a pawn, which would lead to the other villagers. As such, Ortho is told to hide until Idia tells him it's safe to come out.

So now Idia has the scroll with him, initiating another epic fight.

Of course Crewel finally gets an upper hand, putting Idia to the ground. Except that, to the horror of Ortho, who was watching from his hiding spot, Idia admits defeat and turns into ashes, which are blown away by the wind. Of course, being absolutely devastated, Ortho gets out of his hiding spot, crying that his brother was killed. Crewel, of course, pays little mind as he opens the scroll.

But is meant with an empty shiny paper.

That's when Idia, fully alive and with no scratch, puts his hand on Crewel's shoulder, telling him that it took him a while to figure it out as well, but it wasn't about an invincible technique or some sort of hidden magical power. It was absolutely nothing, because one didn't need anything but themselves and their will to become a legendary warrior. Well... Whatever that legendary meant, was up to everyone's interpretation in Idia's vision.

But for him, at least, legendary meant that he gets to make his brother proud of him.

So finally, Idia uses on Crewel the same technique of freezing one's body. Initially, Crewel attempted to do it on Idia, but he was way too slippery. Didn't mean he didn't get to see the technique up close, enough so he could attempt to copy it.

In the end, Idia is worrying over his little brother, while Ortho laughs it off and tells Idia that he was amazing and that this is why he was chosen in the first place. Ortho never doubted his brother in the first place. But if Idia still has a few doubts still, Ortho would spell it out for him.

He was very proud of his big brother. Weather he was a legendary warrior or not.

Idia does ask of Ortho to keep, like usual, the fact that he could turn already into an animal a secret, bit they are interrupted by Kalim, who apparently rushed here to retrieve the 2 when he was told Idia ran off and Ortho after him.

Kalim tho, still tells Idia that maybe he should show it to the others, but Idia insists that no one shall know for now. Even so, Kalim is asked to go with Ortho and tell the others about the defeat of Crewel while he goes to the temple to check on Lilia.

When everyone returns with cheers and everything, Idia is found napping next to Lilia.

And that would be the prologue :3

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#everyone is a creep in this story??? literally everyone wants to impregnate ciri??? and i still dont get why??? it doesnt make any sense???

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477 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#4

Y'all really had me believing that Marvel ruins the work of perfectly good directors, huh? Bullshit. Ryan Coogler has shown twice that when you're creative, smart, and respect your source material you will consistently make beautiful, fun, thoughtful, and funny movies.

As always, I applaud you Ryan Coogler for being one of the only decent creators in Marvel.

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BAHAHAHAHAHA!

Chris Hemsworth, please, honestly GO FUCK YOURSELF. LMAO.

Okay, so, listen, this is honestly going to be the last I ever talk about this, but the fact that I've been proven right about this jackasses involvement in this whole affair has got me laughing!

In 2017, or the year previous, who the fuck knows, Chris Hemsworth got his friend, Taika Waititi to direct Thor 3. Thor Ragnarok, which heavily diverged from the cinematography and the lore of the previous two Thor movies. Chris Hemsworth decided Thor was too boring. He didn't like playing him anymore. He wanted to play someone new and fun. He wanted to play himself. And he got just that.

I'll give Ragnarok enough credit, that aye, I might be fooled into thinking there was some interest the title character. But after Love and Thunder? No, now I know I've been fooled into watching a costume party by Chris Hemsworth, his family, and his friends. Ding ding ding! What do we have here, Johnny?

A bottom tier celebrity making a franchise that not only was all about him - his character, but all about him!!! He's playing himself!

His daughter at the end of Thor: Love and Thunder, is his daughter in real life (she's cute, no diss). His two sons played younger versions of him. His wife was a wolf woman he made out with! His best friends Matt fucking Damon and Taika Waititi both star in the role and the latter directs it.

I'm sorry, but at what fucking point did I sign up for a lazy written fanfiction? Because that's sure as hell not what I thought would happen in Thor 1 or 2, or Avengers. And you know, I am still mad, because I enjoyed the OG Thor, I enjoyed the OG Loki, and Marvel and, wow, did it not pay off.

Alas, it's on me for watching any new Thor films (aye, listen, I gotta family here!), but I just wanted to tell anyone who ever said Thor is a walking self insert nowadays. You are completely and utterly spot on.

Applaud yourself.

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Have fun!

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MY WHOLE ASS YEAR IN REVIEW. I'm either bitching about Marvel, gushing about Witcher, or reblogging Star Trek stuff. Quality year if you ask me.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

I am not a woman, I’m a god.

I'll tell you the truth.

'”Cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know.”

You gotta step into the daylight and let it go. Just let it go.

(You know what you did.)

Now everyone can see.

“So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised.”

I sat you down and told you how The truest love that's ever found is for oneself. You pulled apart my theory with a weary and disinterested sigh.

And the walls came down, it was a fucking disaster.

Well a Cadillac, it pulled out of the graveyard

Pulled up to me, all they said, "get in".

Then the Cadillac, it puttered back into the graveyard.

Me, well, I got out, I got out again.

The kiss of Death.

Now I'm the one everyone call on.

They wanna make me their queen.

And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean.

I'm headed straight for the castle.

There's a camera rolling on her back cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair. Wider, baby, smile….and you've just made a million.

K./C.: The Candyman——-12/30/17.

Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen, nobody knows the sorrow.

Lonely in the ocean but in every single way it was full of love.

I didn't have your sympathy but I knew where to start.

What I'm to you, you are to me. Let's go.

“I think to myself I might not take it anymore.”

I remember how the Darkness doubled. It pulled out of the graveyard.

And I asked him how he don’t go mad.

I said, “Why wait til now to demonstrate displeasure?”

“It’s despair” he said, “of which my silence was the measure.”

You know it’s just your foolish pride.

And we woke from two children/parents with the worries of the day which would come. And we all hurried to chase after money.

Gypsy woman said to me, "One thing you must bear in your mind: You are young and you are free, but damned if you're deceased in your own lifetime."

Bubbles to the chandelier.

“In my city, I didn't make a sound when I fell over and cracked my crown.”

K./C.: The Candyman—-12/30/17.

Destroying all the Evidence.

You had fun but you couldn't get him out of the car. I guess mama's boy's only go so far.

“Make it sound like someone was home.”

Om Shrim Maha Lakshmi Namaha

But all I can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye.

T, I think you need to load that second clip.

Hope y'all shit workin' (true story) I'm a psycho, huh?

“Y'all can't move me, this my movie.”

Say that you're depraved.

The Secret’s secret.

[omniplant]

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hey;

i’ve been super inactive lately, and i’m afraid that is going to be continuing. i’m working most of the week, struggling with family issues, and planning multiple events, such as my birthday party (in a new area... when most of my friends live hours away... rip to my new year). 

i hope you all are doing so, so well. all the love i have received on my posts makes my heart glow.

if you’d like to keep in-touch, send me a direct message. i’m also active over on my pinterest.

this is not a goodbye! i’ll return soon. i simply wanted to let you all know about my current status, and that i appreciate every ounce of love you have shared.

thank you so much! <33

- anne