#fuck you Tate likes anime

[eveanderland34]

there is no way Tate doesn't watch anime in private.

He knows every. single. pokemon line. and He watches dragon ball z.

[definitelynotnia]

so you're telling me that I have to now tolerate sigmafied edits of Ranbir Kapoor in Animal being a chauvinist abuser to his onscreen wife and killing hundreds of people for his "love" for his emotionally absent shitty father?? as if watching sigma edits of Kabir Singh and American Psycho was not enough?

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Shitty little unrelated AU doodles <3

Rambles under cut!

MORE FIDDS LORE BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN.

He's known in town as "That Nice Old Man" that lives with his son in the cabin near the lake.

What a regular guy, that man. Yup. Old Man Mcgucket. Totally normal, regular old man, haha. Yeah. Him? A cult leader? Ridiculous!

In my perfect world where this AU is an actual fully animated show, the episode when the mystery twins first officially meet Fidds would be called "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" because fuck yeah baby. It sounds cool as FUCK.

When the twins meet Fidds, they somehow found someone with EVEN STRONGER cultist vibes than their grunkle.

"Come closer, kids! I don't bite."

"Tell me, children: How are you feeling? Anything... bad, happen lately? Anything you would like to forget? No? Well, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything you would like out of your head, anything at all. I would hate for youngens like you to be forced to deal with such... unsavorable memories. Better to have them gone and out of your head. You know what they say: Out of sight, out of mind." *boop*

I'm making him a manipulative conniving little rat with good intentions but utterly ABYSMAL execution (babygirl, you can't just go around deleting people's memories)

Since Fidds is actually the leader of the Society of The Blind Eye, the cult is a lot more organized and covert, and actually do their job pretty well.

Tate knows. He knows his father is hiding something from him, something dangerous, but he can't remember what. He tries to get the twins to stay as far away from his father as possible because, while he's certain his father won't actually hurt them, there is no telling what the kids might be getting involved with.

During the cult fight "episode", Mcgucket would be chasing the kids, Ford, and Bill around, but mostly just for the latter two rather than the children. He would never actually hurt the twins.

"Please, I'm trying to help you, kids! Don't you understand? KNOWING is what cost me my eyes; KNOWING might be what costs you yours, or worse, your life! You can't remember any of this. And I cannot in good conscience let that- that demon stay inside your Great Uncle's head to rot him from inside out like- like some kind of PARASITE."

And then bada bing, baba boom, the twins defeat Fiddleford and his weird cult and they survive with their memory instact and their Grunkles not dead, yipeee!!

Fidds disbands the cult and chucks himself into jail willingly, and casually just becomes the boss of all the other inmates there with his natural old man charms. He gets the Gideon treatment for his ending <3

It's okay, tho because Mabel and the others visit him sometimes just to chat and keep him company.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Second Chances

A/n: first time writing for Rip Wheeler, hope to write more for him

I started this months ago and just finished but I hope it’s good :)

Warnings: implied smut, religious trauma, Beth and Rip aren’t together anymore(love Beth but it couldn’t work for the idea 😔), abuse, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

He looks so pouty and cute I can’t 🥺

~October 15th, 6:37 pm~

"You got a spare room, don't ya, Rip?" John's gruff voice came over the phone, voice wavering through heavy breaths.

"Yeah, why?" Rip asked, he'd just been making himself a quick dinner, body already aching for the sanctity of bed and rest.

"I'll explain later, just get it ready." John hung up before Rip could say anything more.

~7:05 am~

There was an old abandoned shed farther away from the main house, way over a few fields. It once served a purpose but now just lay, holding a few tools that no one had ever bothered to retrieve, there wasn't enough reason behind it anyway.

However, John had been passing by it the past few months with loose cattle around and kept hearing noise coming from it. At first he didn't pay much attention to it, it was most likely just some animals that had taken it over to hide away from the cooling weather, but he wanted to check it out when the sounds started getting stranger.

"Kayce," he called to his youngest son, "I want to take you with me to check out the shed up North of here." He said.

Kayce was with his wife, Monica, and son, Tate. They were having breakfast together, Tate was going off about something and Monica was listening closely, Kayce had been as well until his father came over to him.

"Up North?" He repeated. "Why? That thing’s been here longer than me, never needed to check on it before."

John sucked his teeth and shrugged. "Just come with me later, alright?" Kayce agreed, he had nothing else to do. Nothing to do with the ranch, anyway.

They couldn't head off right away, things needed to get done with the horses and such, everyone had chores.

~4:45 pm~

The two hadn't been able to leave much earlier, just getting on their horses to head out. Kayce didn't mind leaving earlier, he'd thought they'd leave later but this way he figured he'd still be able to tuck Tate in with Monica.

They arrived at the shed and sure enough those noises were back, only this time there was a light seeping through the cracks of the old wood.

Not wanting to risk getting caught they tied their horses up further away to trees, walking through the overgrown grass lit up by the setting sun, it cast a golden glow over the already yellowing field.

There was definitely someone inside, someone doing something and clinking shit together. They drew their guns as they neared the door facing into the trees.

John kicked it open, whoever was in there jumped and dropped something. "Hey-hey! Who the hell're you?!" It was a man yelling from inside. "Show yourselves to me, you crazy fucks!" Kayce gave John a worried look.

John peered in and saw the guy, scrawny fellow, shaved head, it didn't seem to be by his own fruition with how choppy it was. His clothes were tattered and stained, eyes bugging, he was clearly on something; what, they weren't sure, but they couldn't risk anything.

Kayce took the first step in, gun aimed at the man just in case. John followed shortly after and looked around while Kayce kept the man against a wall, hands in the air defensively.

"Cooking meth, you're cooking meth on my land?!" John yelled, making his way over to the man in a few short strides, raising his fist and punching him square in the face and knocking him on his ass.

There was a second thud, it didn't come from Kayce or John, not even the addict. No, this one came a second later from somewhere else.

In the corner of the shed was a smaller closet, it had been used to keep shovels and such. It wasn't small but big wasn't a good word for it, not by a longshot.

"I'll deal with this, you check on that." John said to Kayce, taking the rope from his side and kneeling next to the man, getting him over to the broken down and chipped table in the middle of the room and tying him to it as tight as he could.

"Don't, it's nothing, nothing!" The man yelled, struggling against John's hold on him.

The door creaked open and Kayce froze at the sight. "You, uh, you're gonna wanna see this, dad."

John looked up at his son, trying to get a look from where he was but needing to stand up anyway. The tied man kept yelling and squirming, shaking the table as he did.

Kayce moved to the side to let John look. The room was small, still, it held a poorly made bed, really it was just the frame with a shitty pillow and ratty old blanket thrown over it; there wasn't even a window to cover up.

In the darkness he made out a figure, a small one. A person chained to the bed. They were on their knees, elbows resting on the wood and hands clasped in one another, lips moving subtly in a silent prayer.

"Oh, Jesus Christ..." John muttered. He knelt down, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, keeping his voice gentle as it could be.

Your clothes, a shirt and cotton shorts, were browning with age, holes dug into them, blood littered over them, crusted into your shorts especially.

You finished your prayer and looked to him, keeping your gaze below his head and refusing to look any higher. You gave a small nod.

Kayce had gone back to the horses and returned with bolt cutters and handed them to his father. "We're gonna get you out of here, ok?" John said, rubbing your back. He reached for the chain wrapped around your ankle, hooking the cutters into one of the loops.

The feeling of him trying to get the chain off was more than you could bear, this room had been all you'd known for years, that chain had been around your ankle for years, rubbing on it and making your skin raw.

You swatted at John's hand, pushing him away and backing yourself into the corner across from the bed. Your breathing was heavy and you shook your head, this chain was keeping you here and still, you couldn't lose it.

John looked to Kayce who was chewing his cheek, thinking of ways to help.

The son took the cutters from his dad and moved to kneel in front of you. "I'm not gonna hurt you, alright? I just want to help, I can't do that with this thing." He said. Kayce was much gentler than John, his voice not as gruff and warmer. He looked you up and down, taking in your disheveled state and seeing how panicked you were. "Can you tell me your name?" He asked, not bothering to make you look at him, it was the least of his concerns right now.

You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. You thought for a moment before shaking your head.

Kayce sighed. "Well, I'm Kayce Dutton, I live on this farm land with my family... we- my dad and I” he said, gesturing back to John, “want to take you there, we can get you food and a change of clothes... a proper bed to sleep in."

"They're lying! They're liars, don't listen to them!" The addict yelled. John groaned and went to him, tying the rope tighter around him. You couldn't hear what John was saying and you were too panicked to care.

"I am not lying, I can't promise you much more than my word, do you trust my word?" Kayce asked, taking your hand in his, smoothing his thumb over the back of your palm in a soothing moment. You gave a small nod. "Alright now, I won't cut it all off, does that sound better?" You much preferred that compromise.

He didn't leave much, just keeping it around your ankle and then a few chains to keep a bit of extra weight, what you were used to, at least similar to it.

"Kayce, we gotta go." John said, peaking back into the room. "Now. Come on, let's go!" John hurried out, leaving you and Kayce alone.

"Can you walk?" You shook your head, Kayce exhaled with a nod. "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you out to the horses, alright?" You paused a moment but there wasn't much time for him to wait for you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and carrying you out of the shed and to the horses where John was already waiting, horses untied and ready to go.

The sky above you, the trees and the grass, all of it was so familiar and new all at the same time. The cool chill of the night hitting your face and body, your skin so pale in comparison to everything else. For just a moment you were struck with this envious look, all of this had been waiting for you? Just a few feet away? But then it all came crashing down as it settled in you that you were outside, alone and vulnerable.

As soon as you reached the horses you started panicking again, yelling and screaming and reaching out for the shed again as the man called out for you as well. Kayce laid you on the horse and gave it a smack to get it going, John was on the other horse, holding the reins to Kayce's horse and moving while Kayce started running just behind you both.

He didn't get far before the shed caught far, exploding. Kayce was already far enough away and wasn't injured, no one was but the man holding you captive was definitely gone, a foot landing not far from you.

You screamed until your throat hurt, until nothing came out. Your eyes red and stinging from tears as you cried out, body shaking over the horse.

John slowed down and Kayce caught up with you, taking the reins of his horse back and leading it back to the farm. "Kayce, call 911, we need to stop the fire." John spoke, taking out his own phone.

The land was damp and frosted, chances are the fire wouldn't make it very far, besides, the houses were much too far for it to cause any real damage. Still, the fire was right on the tree's edge and they couldn't risk too much.

The phone rang in John's hand, all while you wailed in the background. "You got a spare room, don't ya, Rip?"

~7:16 pm~

Rip had set up the spare room, there really wasn't much to set, the bed was made and it wasn't a particularly messy room, dusty, sure, but not messy.

There was a knock on his door and he went to answer it, opening it to find John with a more than distraught you under his arm. "I'll go get some of Beth's old clothes, get her in the shower, clean her up.” The older man ordered, gently pushing you towards Rip.

Rip was caught so off guard and just held you close to him for several minutes while John walked away, back down the hill to the main house. He looked down to you as you stared at the ground. Your hair was matted, face a mess, clothes… he didn’t even want to think about it so he just guided you to the bathroom and set you down on the floor while he ran the water in the tub, making sure it was nice and warm since you were shivering.

He glanced back at you, huddled in the corner, knees to your chest, tears rolling down your cheeks. “What’s yer name, kid?” He asked, keeping his voice gentle. You shivered and shook your head, you didn’t know him, you didn’t know what was going on, where you were. You were more than scared of this big, strange man, no matter how kind he seemed off the bat.

Rip sucked his teeth and nodded, understanding that this was something new for you. “I’m Rip… I’m a cowboy, you know what a cowboy is?” You shook your head again. “A cowboy is someone who protects the people around them… people like you, you understand?” You didn’t but you nodded anyway. “So, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’d never do that… and if anyone hurts you, you tell me, alright?” You nodded again.

Rip looked back to the water as the tub filled up. “What are you doing?” You asked, also looking to the tub as water poured out the faucet.

“I-I’m getting a bath ready for you.” He answered simply, raising a brow at your question. “You’ve had a bath before, right?” He looked you over, you didn’t look like you had.

“When-when I was younger…” You answered softly. “To wash away the day's filth is to wash away God’s path for you, your history.” You explained. Rip sighed, he wasn’t a very religious man but that sounded cultish to him, seeing your disheveled state…

“That’s not what God said, you know…” He said, hoping you’d look up at him but you didn’t. “If that’s what he really wanted he wouldn’t have made lakes and rivers for us to clean in… he would’ve made it harder to do that, would’ve put up a sign or something.” You thought about what he said. Nothing was changing overnight but after everything today you were at a loss, you couldn’t go back to the room you knew, all you had was Rip right now.

“Do you need help out of your clothes?” He asked, gesturing to you with a nod. You’ve heard those words before, not in that order, not in that tone, but you understood that much and shook your head.

You stood and pulled your shirt up over your head, Rip looked away to give you some privacy, as if he wasn’t about to wash you himself. You pulled your shorts off and tossed them aside to the corner before going to the sink, now Rip looked at you, confusion swirling in his eyes as you placed your hands on the edge of the sink, parting your legs and looking down into the sink.

Rip stared at you dumbfounded. Your clothes covered in blood and basically standing alone in the corner, it made sense now and he jumped to his feet, gathering you in his arms and bringing you over to the tub, carefully setting you down in the warm water. “You don’t ever have to do that again, you hear me?” He said, holding your mucky hair out of your face, turning your head to look at him. You closed your eyes, refusing to look at his face. “Can you look at me?” You shook your head. “What’s stopping you?” He let go of your face, letting you look back to the water turning brown around you.

You swirled your hand in the water, amused by its ripples. “He said you may not look man in the eyes for it disrespects him and taints your soul.” Rip exhaled sharply, staring at you a moment longer before reaching back to get a washcloth from the cabinet under the sink.

He rubbed soap into the cloth, letting it bubble in his hands before running it over your bruised and battered skin, listening to every hiss you let out from the scars it passed over and caught on. Your ribs and inner thighs were the worst of it, all it did was anger Rip more and more by the second.

“I’ve got no respect to lose, you can look at me.” He muttered, running the cloth down your arm. “Your soul… that’s something you can’t touch with your eyes.” You didn’t respond.

He continued to bathe you as you rested your chin on your knees, eyes slowly closing until you couldn’t keep them open any longer, you were used to sleeping in this position, your body accepting it as normal while Rip fought the urge to pull you closer to him.

He’d never felt this with someone before, other than Beth. He wasn’t speaking to Beth anymore, she left and made sure he knew she was done with him, tore his heart out and made him eat it.

He didn’t want to think of that right now, he wanted to help you, that was his focus, his only priority.

~7:45 pm~

Rip had been struggling with your hair for too long, he’d finally managed to get your body clean but your hair was beyond repair. A knotted, matted mess that just needed to be shaved off.

A knock came to the bathroom door and it creaked open and John stepped in, keeping his back to the bath as he held out a pile of clothes. "I got you somethin' to wear, just, uh, put these on when you're done" He said, looking down the hallway with a nervous look etched on his face. "I gotta go find Rip." He said lower.

Rip stopped trying to untangle your hair, it was only harder because you were asleep and he didn't want to wake you. He cleared his throat. "I'm right here, sir" He said softly. "She needed help."

John's head snapped to him before he quickly looked away again to avoid looking at you naked. "What the hell are you doing?! She's been locked up and used like a fucking doll, you don't know what she'll think of this!" Rip hung his head, he knew what John was talking about, seen it in the way you reacted sometimes, your clothes. "You're supposed to be keeping her safe, Rip."

Even with his harsh words and the deeper meaning behind them, it was hard to take him so seriously when he was scared to look into the bathroom. "I-I know, Sir, I was just helping... she needed it..."

John let out a heavy sigh. He set the clothes on the counter beside the sink. "Just finish up and get her into bed, not your bed. I wanna talk to you for a minute." He said, closing the door behind him and heading down the hall to the living room.

Rip let out a heavy sigh, very few times had he disappointed John, he hated it every time. However, he couldn't just get this done quick.

He looked to the counter and pulled out a drawer, looking into it and seeing his razor. It was the best thing for you.

He dried you off and got you dressed, doing his best not to wake up, which turned out to be easier than he’d thought it would be, you were just out and he kept checking your pulse.

He shaved your head, it was better than leaving that mess on your head, then he washed your scalp, being careful around the sores. He carried you to the guest room and tucked you in, running a hand over the fuzz that covered your head now.

John was waiting for him out in the living room, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. He stared at Rip as he came down the hall. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Rip inhaled deeply as he took a seat on the other side of the couch. “I was thinking she needed help and I helped… I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah, that’s what you think.” John grumbled. “Look, she seems content with you if she was able to sleep, you keep an eye on her.” He stood up and went to the door, stopping just short of it. “That’s all you keep on her, ya hear?” He stated, shooting him a look. Rip nodded and John left.

Rip stayed there a moment, thinking about… everything before eventually getting up and walking back to the guest room where you slept peacefully under the sheets.

He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down the side of your face. “You’re too young for this.” He muttered to himself.

You began to stir, eyes slowly blinking open and you looked up at him. He stared back at you, your eyes were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, tortured and innocent, there was a purity in them he’d never seen in anything.

“You’re looking at me.” He said, cupping your cheek in his rough, clean hand. His hand had probably never been this clean before in his life.

You brought your hand up to hold his against your face. “You’re pretty.” You mumbled, drawing a chuckle from him.

“Am I?” You nodded with a smile. He sighed and looked over you once more. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated a moment. “Three.” Rip paused.

He shook his head. “No, that’s not your name, that’s a number, I asked for your name.”

You stared up at him with a blank stare, blinking tiredly. “Three.” You repeated.

Rip stared, eyes flickering over your face, taking in your doe like features. “Is that the name he gave you?” You nodded, sitting up with a grunt, body aching. “I’m not calling you that.”

“That’s my name.” You stated firmly, Rip was surprised that you’d use a tone with him but he didn’t care, he wasn’t calling you a number.

For several moments you sat there, staring at each other. Rip brought his hand back to your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. He leaned in and closed the distance between you both, his lips on yours.

It was gentle and warm, passionate but not heated. Love was a complicated concept but you’d never felt it before, he hadn’t gotten ahold of it himself, still, he was determined to show you there were brighter sides to this world than what you’d seen.

A knock on the door reminded him of where he was, who was with, what was happening. He pulled away, seeing the way you were now looking at him; eyes wide, full of something new, something eager and curious.

The knock came again and he got up. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He said, giving you a last kiss. “Just lay down, darlin’.” You nodded with a smile as you moved down the bed.

He went to answer the door quickly, rushing to get it open so he could get back to you.

On the other side was Beth. He hadn’t seen her, nor wanted to see her, in so long, what felt like forever.

She was on him in an instant, arms around his neck, his own lifting her up as he carried her to his room. He knew he shouldn’t, that you were waiting for him.

It kept him up late after Beth was done with him, when she was sleeping next to him, using him for warmth, what else it was she’d use him for he couldn’t guess, there were too many options.

[fear-is-truth]

the evans … as ethel cain lyrics

† tate langdon

pretty boy natural blood-stained blond / with the holes in his sneakers / and his eyes all over me — dust bowl

shooting up our old school when we get bored of shooting up / fuck the cops, and fuck god, and fuck this town for ruining us / they’ll put holes in all we own and in our heads, pumped full of lead / you always told me i could only leave you once we're both dead — head in the wall

keeping guns in his locker, and he denies it / like it’s actually important, but he lied ‘cause i sure did watch him / showing up wearing black, and he knows that — crush

† kit walker

he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like marlboro reds — crush

and jesus, if you’re there / why do i feel alone in this room with you? — american teenager

we spent september on the backroads / shotgunnin’ warm bud lights down / a sinner’s rabbit hole / by the fire, taking off my dirty blouse — powerline valley

† kyle spencer

i was too young to notice / that some types of love could be bad — hard times

➥ no need to elaborate but this breaks my heart

† jimmy darling

25 and you're still crying in your sleep / scared the world is out to get you / and you’ve tried every bottle but you’re in too deep — bruises

feel the heat on me / you’re the most damn beautiful thing that i’ve ever seen / i’ve never wanted to go to california / i’d rather stay here with you and forget that i need sleep /‘cause in this florida heat, i get a little crazy — florida heat

and he said, “it’s been a long damn time since i left florida / no one left to leave and no one left to love / but now that i met you, i finally know just where i’m headin’”/ and we found heaven in time — thoroughfare

he’s never looked more beautiful / on his harley in the parking lot / breaking in to the atms / sleeping naked when it gets too hot / i watched him show his love through shades of black and blue / starting fights at the bar across the street like you do — western nights

† james patrick march

i woke up on that sunday to news that they got you / we both knew it would end on the day that they caught you / you shot yourself in the head as they battered your door through — vacancy

i hate to let you go, but if I don't then we both know / i’ll bury us both, fed to the night (as ghosts) — michelle pfeiffer

there comes a point in every man's life / where he gets the need to destroy / some sickness in his guts — selby wall

but i wonder if you want her / in the way, way, way i wish you would need me / we were right there, you were right there / if you want me, i’ll be right here / like concrete — xxxxxxxxxx

➥ james simping over elizabeth and you’re just… there.

† kai anderson

do i look pretty when i ask you to hit me? / hands like barbed wire / wrapping ‘round my throat, making me cry — sunday morning

americanized, jesus christ born to lie / so you lie and you lie and you lie and / you need easy, you want weak / when you were hungry, i was soft and pink / i bleed easy, i go weak — earnhardt

i know your father hurt you / you say that’s why god gave you me / you say i make it a little better / you say i make you happy / you say it with your fingers clenched / wrapped tight around my neck / ’cause that's what love means to you / and i asked for it i guess — child of cain

you never tell me that i’m pretty / you just say you like my tits / and every time i cry you say “don’t be a little bitch” / but i’m still stupid and in love / and i’d still let you fuck me ‘til i’m cumming blood — selby wall

you walk a fine line between god and animal / you’re just a feral dog i worship in bedroom ceremonials — dog days

➥ kai is so toxic that a lot of her songs remind me of him

† austin sommers

black leather and dark glasses / pourin’ another while i shake my ass / he’s cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed / obsession with the money, addicted to the drugs / says he’s in love with my body, that’s why he’s fucking it up — gibson girl

i tried to hold them off you / but their hunger beat me out / they’ll come in through the windows / they’ll take my love down / and i will always love you / but my love is not enough enough to save you — chapel hill

➥ that final scene when he got killed ;-;

[pr3ttylittleslutt]

🎀 Get to know me 🎀

Basics

Name: Adira but u can call me addi (middle name) or if u know me as lani that works as well

Age: 16

Birthday: 04 October

Height: 5’3

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Nationality:Caribbean

Ethnicity: Jewish, french and Hispanic

Languages: first: French, second: English, third: Spanish (not good tho 😔)

Favs

Color: I mean it’s quite obvious

Drinks: pina colada, Dr Pepper, chai lattes and pomegranate juice

Tv shows: never l have I ever, beauty in black, 13 reasons why, monsters, all of us are dead and squid games

Movies: A dog’s purpose, Deadpool n Wolverine, Tangled, Barbie (every movie n show), Look both ways, The avengers series, To all the boys I ever loved, Saltburn, Mean girls, corpse bride

YouTubers: Sturniolo triplets, Larray, Quenlin Blackwell, Mai Pham, Nathaly Cuevas, Vinnie hacker, Sam and Colby, Tara Yummy, Jake Webber, Jacob Macias, Ha sisters, Nutstar, Nicole Laeno, Miranda Rae, Deb smikle, Haley Pham, Courtrezyy, Nailea Devora.

Artists: Billie Eilish, Chase Atlantic, The neighborhood, Melanie Martinez, Dominic Fike, Sabrina Carpenter, NF, Tate McRae, Russ, The weeknd, Glorilla, Latto, SZA, Megan thee stallion, Cardi B, Kehlani (name twin), Lil skies and Frank Ocean.

Books: Aggtm, striker, they die at the end, confess and ugly love

Season: summer girly til the day I die

Fun facts

Aesthetic: a mix of coquette y2k and streetwear

Personality type: isfp

Zodiac: Libra

Current hyper fixation: room deco

Dream job(s): Real estate agent, paralegal, dental technician and nurse (probably wont bc I hate working for ppl)

Extra lil rant

Im also a chronic yapper like worse than Chris and Tara 😭my go to comfort activity is watching childhood French shows and eating ramen, I loveeeeeee animals I’ve had 3 dogs, the first one my mom got for my 3rd birthday and one day I came home n she was shot in the head 💀RIP Sandy, my second I got her 1 or 2 years after n she had an asthma attack and also passed away RIP Sandy the 2nd (as you can tell I’m very creative with names), my third dog is still alive but he lives with my dad. I also rescued 4 kittens after a really big hurricane when I was 9 and we had to give them away when I was around 11 bc we could take care of all of them and also I’m allergic to cats so I was always sick, currently my mom and her bf have a dog he is such a cutie and we have 7 cats back home at my grandmas but im allergic to them so im just constantly sick. Talking about sick im asthmatic 💀so Yk once every 3 months n fighting for my life at the hospital bc my mom refuse to get me the puff inhalerbc she doesn’t want me using the steroids but recently my doctor told her she had to get it so I do now 😛Mental health wise (since bitches are nosy) I always had really bad anxiety since I was in kindergarten, I was sexually assaulted for 2 years by one of my cousins when I was 6 n then my other cousins would black mail to have sexual activities for abt 3 years basically been a SA victim most of my life, been depressed since I’m 12 but im getting a lot better now! Im pretty sure im autistic (had a therapist suggest it to me) anyways enough of that im also a very strange person… and I was a very problematic kid 😭like one time I told my cousins entire skl that she shits herself every night bc she took my doll once (don’t fuck with me bitches my family is very ghetto n I will fuck u up) im also just a sensitive ass person it’s fucking insane. I catch feelings too quick for my own good, anyways lemme shut up now…

Dividers by: @issysh3ll

[saturnluvva]

THE LITTLE THINGS

Pairing: bsf!chris x fem!reader

Summary: after Chris comes back from a date and tells y/n about how awful it went she decides to tell him about a secret thing that girls like (corny asf)

Chris y/n

I looked up from my phone as I heard my door open “Gimme your phone” “What?!” “Gimme!” I hesitantly gave him my phone and watched as he started typing something in it “Text her and call her a bitch” I noticed he put a random number in my phone “Who’s number is this?” “The girl I just went on a date with!” “Why do you want me to call her a bitch” “Because id feel guilty” I rolled my eyes and texted the girl and called her bitch “Happy?” “Kinda” “What happened anyways” “I don’t know! We went to the movies, I bought her shit, we finished the movie, and then she fucking left early, and I haven’t gotten a call or a text since!” “Maybe she’s busy” “I fuckin doubt it”

“Maybe you just didn’t strike her interest?” “That’s all fake bullshit” I then watched as Chris moved closer to me on my bed “Did she tell you anything specific?” “What do you mean?” “Like did she say anything about an event or something else that’s today?” “I don’t fuckin know” “Chris!” “What?!” “You have to remember that stuff!” “Why?” “Because girls like it when men focus on the little things they say!” “That’s so stupid” “I would’ve ghosted your ass too.”

“Bro be serious!” “Does that shit actually matter?” “Sometimes!” “Bro that’s so weird tho” “just make sure to take inside notes of everything your next date says!” “Like what?” “Her favorite color, song,animal,show,movie,book,song,album,artist! Stuff like that” “and also buy her lots of gifts!” “I gotta do all that shit?” “Yeah!” “Maybe women aren’t my thing..” I then watched him leave my room

[kokushibosbestie]

OOOOH. I've seen ur playlists. Ngl, they're SUPER accurate...

Idk if u watch MHA, if not feel free to ignore me lol.

But anywayssssss I was wondering if you could do Dabi? If you haven't already anyways. :3

Luv u <3

౨ৎ Toya Todoroki / Dabi Playlist ౨ৎ

A/N: OFC I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! I luv u too! >_<

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey Blow - Kesha

Insane - Black Gryph0n, Baasik Monster - Lady Gaga Bye Bye Bye - NYSNC I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes Treat You Better - Shawn Mendes exes - Tate McRae greedy - Tate McRae You Broke Me First - Tate McRae Worth It - Fifth Harmony, Kid Ink One Dance - Drake 10 Things I Hate About You - Leah Kate Maniac - Conan Gray Attention - Charlie Puth How Long - Charlie Puth Can't Hold Us - Maklemore & Ryan Lewis, Ray Delton Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer Blood // Water - grandson Hell's Comin' With Me - Poor Man's Poison Human - Rag'n'Bone Man ur not hot - callmespice GOSSIP - MANESKIN Done For Me - Charlie Puth, Kehlani Ick - Lay Bankz Sweet Dreams (Sky Like Dreams) - Ferdinand fka Left Boy Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer Toxic - Britney Spears Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored - Ariana Grande 34+35 - Ariana Grande Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande motive - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato Need to Know - Doja Cat You Right - Doja Cat My Oh My - Camila Cabello Walls Could Talk - Halsey hot girl bummer - blackbear Runway Walk - Demrick, Brevi Fuck You Forever - VRSTY Sick - VRSTY Cloud City - VRSTY Petty Trappin - SLAVES Warning from My Demons - SLAVES Let This Haunt You - SLAVES Back to the Roots - SLAVES MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - VRSTY (Rock Cover)

I used to be OBSESSED with this guy for absolutely no reason. Maybe it was the blue eyes. I have a tendency for liking anime guys with blue eyes/black or white hair 😭. Anyway, I definetely think he'd privately listen to Doja Cat and Ariana Grande, as well as VRSTY and SLAVES. And yes, I used to watch BNHA. Hope you like it and feel free to request more! <3

NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS BEING USED / MENTIONED ARE MINE, ONCE AGAIN THEY ARE NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO ORIGINAL POSTERS / CREATORS!!!

[hlficlibrary]

hiii how are you?

do you have any witch H / vampire L recs, or witch H / witch L ? somehow, just after october i‘m really in the mood for those hahaha

idk if you already did a rec list on those, sorry if you have!

thaaanks (: <3

Hi! You're very welcome! I've done some vampire recs, but not specifically witch/vampire pairing fics or witch/witch fics ! So here are some fics that fit what you're looking for...

the school of extraordinary lovers by @stylinsoncity

"We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are." - Laura Van Prooyen

harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey

Louis spins a finger in midair, like he’s indicating someone to turn around, staring pointedly at Liam as the faucet turns itself on and the can rinses itself in the sink behind him. Liam, moon burn him, doesn't rise to the bait, choosing instead to lean back on his stool and wrapping his hands around his own mug.

“Anyway, like I was saying and that you were ignoring, there's this new club near my school and I want you to go with me. Could do you some good, getting out once in awhile.”

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

domestic monsters (series) by g_uttertrash / @g-uttertrash

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)

Wish You to Ashes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

There in the middle of the candle triangle on Harry’s dining table, is the source of all Harry’s turmoil. His ex, Louis Tomlinson, in all his glory. Literally.

Louis is sat on his bum looking confused, not a stitch of clothing on him. It takes him a few beats to comprehend what’s going on as well, and when he does he attempts to cover his crotch with his hands.

”Harry?” He glances around the kitchen then. “What the fuck?”

Harry shrugs, a bit helplessly. “I don’t know. I was trying to banish you, not summon you.”

Louis narrows his eyes. “Banish me, really? Very mature Harry.”

(Or the one where witch Harry is heartbroken, and resorts to a risky spell to rid him of his ex. It doesn’t exactly go as planned).

[cee-grice]

because my sense of humor is unparalleled (<- delusional), I think I went off with my chapter names and, obviously, I gotta grace you all with my genius, too

and because I like polls I'm making one

tag list (because it's been a while and I think this is a funny enough post to tag y'all in) (also lmk if u wanna be added or removed): @writerfae, @tate-lin, @sternenmeerkind, @thecrookedwriterspath, @moonshinemagpie, @arowanaprincess, @scribe-of-stories, @thesorcerersapprentice, @stuffaboutwriting, @sam-glade, @sunset-a-story, @balladofaldelis, @rodentwrites

[mariahyanderes]

Yanderes·

Tate Frost

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

"El lobo always takes care of his wolf"--brazilian meme

"Hot"

------He punches very hard, he goes very fast and he has no mercy,Friend.. you were needed..

"Size of..."

-------Big and thick, you're going to fuck yourself a lot lol😰

"What he likes?"

--------Horror movies and series and some romantic ones

"Children?"

--------He doesn't like it and he won't want it.. the best thing is to have an animal..

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It was short but later I'll do John Doe

Sorry for any spelling mistakes because I'm using the translator 🤡

I got it from a Wattpad fanfic of mine

[rainthespiritual]

Tate Langdon head canons because im actually in love with him 🙂

disclaimer in my delusional mind he isn't a rapist or a killer he's just a broken boy so plz let me STAY delusional ty

He would never admit it but he I just know he loves reality tv... like hed act all cool and say some stupid shit like "only sheep watch that 🙄"

BUT IK DAMNNNNNNNNNNNN WELL HES SITTING ON HIS PHONE GIGGLING KICKING HIS FEET WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND! ik damn well

Kardashian show? HE FUCKING LOVES IT he just loves all the drama no matter how fake it is and honestly same..

I feel like he would knit like ... he's a ghost with like nothing to do I could see him knitting or crocheting to pass time if he could like get those things?

also he wears alot of sweaters, imagine him making his own sweater and SHOWING IT TO YOU he'd be so proud 👏

"Hey.. y/n do you like my sweater?.."😌

"yeah why?"😗

"Cuz I fucking MADE IT! isn't it so cool it took me like 3 months : ) !" 😣😣😣😣

he'd totally make you little stuffed animals and just leave them on your pillow occasionally out of love little bears and bunnies nd shit

so cute ♡

He'd help you cook just to be near you, asking about all the steps and ingredients

"hey y/n, what's a leek again?"

"is this lettuce or a cabbage?"

"how do I make a roux again, do I use flour?"

"fold it? how the hell do I fold batter..."

"is it boiling yet?... ?

"what about now?"

"are you sure it looks hot..."

cutest sous chief ever 😍 💕

he'd try to make you a cake on your birthday or on valentines day nd he'd get all embarrassed cuz its not as good as the videos

"I know its not perfect but I tried, I hope you like it."

"is it good?"

he'd boop icing on your nose then lick it off 🤭

he 100% wants you guys to feed fruit too each other he thinks it's romantic

SEND HEAD CANON OR FIC REQUESTS TO ME AND ILL DO IT!! I have a pinned post about it: )

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

Glad someone acknowledges that what Mabel did is morally reprehensible, and what bothers me is people defend it by saying "she's 12". I mean idk about ya'll but when I was 12 I wasn't risking my family's lives to a nightmare demon for a dude, I was doing my fuckin homework lmfao.

I love Gravity Falls to death but the way they turned Mabel from a silly kid to an actual horrible person speaks to how badly the writers can't write female characters to save their pissholes, and fans defending that shit annoy me to no end. They do the exact same thing when the fucked up shit Princess Bubblegum did is brought up

I’m gonna co-opt this ask because this lets me talk about two things regarding criticism that I find really interesting in the internet world-that being “perception of wrongness” and “heart moments”.

Perception of Wrongness:

I can actually understand why people had a hard time calling Mabel poorly written by the end of series, because this is a trend that happens a lot when talking about media criticism as a whole, and it is the subconscious concern that one is going to be perceived as morally wrong for taking umbrage with a character or product that concerns a well poisoned topic.

Mabel is a girl. And because Mabel is a girl, there was no shortage of bad faith arguments regarding Mabel from episode 1 on as being anything from obnoxious to a Mary Sue to an actively bad person (before doing anything that one could call actually wrong).

So, when a fandom space is poisoned by arguments that boil down to “Mabel is a girl and I hate women”, people have a tendency to overcorrect in the other direction and decide that the character is without flaw.

You actually see this a lot with the infamous movie “Fight Club”, which garnered a fanbase of pathetic Andrew Tate wannabes slobbering on Tyler Durden’s knob. So now if someone (especially a guy) says they like the movie most peoples reaction is immediate disgust even though the movie itself is a blatant critique on toxic masculinity based on a book written by a gay man inspired by a hate crime he was a victim of. Well poisoned arguments made the thing poison, so anyone who touches it must be a poisoner. You don’t want to be perceived as condoning the the former-perceived as morally wrong.

I myself had issues with this actually, leading up to Nathan and I watching through the MCU I had an instinctive reaction to be disdainful of his opinion that Captain Marvel was a bad film even though I know Nathan is one of the most “girl movie” positive people on the planet. When we talked about the movie as we watched it it became clear that the problem was that Carol didn’t get to be a cool superhero because they spent so much of the movie proving she “deserved” a spot in the MCU when none of the other heroes needing such proof. Which I agreed with!

It’s hard to untrained yourself from internet discourse brain, but you’ll be better for the trouble if you do so.

On the other side of the creator/consumer spectrum!

Heart Moments:

Creators love the things they make. That is an obvious and redundant statement. But the love of that creation goes through a lot of changes. We’ve talked before about how creators will often insert characters from early drafts of projects into the final product even if the product doesn’t fit with them anymore (see Hunter from TOH), but we don’t talk as much about a similar phenomenon wherein a creator has a burst of inspiration and they can see so perfectly a moment in time for their art that rests heavy on their heart.

This moment could be a cool shot, an impressive piece of cinematography or animation, an actor giving a specific delivery, or a line you want more than anything. But as you write that moment is no longer viable. It doesn’t fit with the greater piece or writes a character out of character.

This is what happened with Mabel in Sock Opera. Alex saw the ability to have Bill say a line about siblings and sacrifice, which would allow one of the twins to say a big line that when the Stan twist was revealed everyone would go “OHHHHH SHIT SO WHEN HE ASKED WHY SOMEONE WOULD SACRIFICE EVERYTHING FOR A SIBLING AND SHE SAID DIPPER WOULD IT WAS ACTUALLY A PARALLEL AND-“. Mabel and the ramifications of the scene to make that heart moment realized were disregarded in its addition.

I actually noticed this for the first time in a Rooster Teeth show I’m fond of called “Camp Camp”. In the 4th season, fan darling David has a solo adventure in “The Forest” where he’s lost in the woods and struggles to survive leading to a nervous breakdown wherein he near kills a wolf, decides against it, and learns a lesson about the importance of kindness in the face of misery.

Problem being that if you know the show at all, David is literally the worst person to do this episode with. David is not only a skilled and experienced outdoorsman who made it his life goal to become a camp counselor as a child and loves the woods, but he’s also the only character who’s primary trait in unrepentant kindness to anyone no matter the cost. To the point that it’s actually his largest vice as it gets him and his loved ones in dangerous situations.

But nobody cared because David has a breakdown was something that looked good in gif sets. It was an episode built around a “Heart Moment”-this one being everyone’s favorite blorbo screaming and crying while emotionally collapsing. And that was a Rooster Teeth cartoon that’s messy as hell-Gravity Falls is groundbreaking shit! But both still suffered at the same root issue.

It’s hard to let go of the scenes on your heart. When the thing you’re creating means so much to you, and that part of it rests on your heart so heavy, it’s hard to bring yourself to remove the latter. But you have to ask if the character you worked so hard to bring to life is worth potentially sacrificing to get that one moment off your heart.

[mattulrichskeetlillard]

Hello! Welcome to my Stuilly Blog!

This is a master list of some of my fav stuilly fics I've written ((some of these are +18 nsfw mdni check the desc!! Be safe everyone))

This is sort of an intoduction to me/my writing in this fandom. I have more fics I'm not posting, like incomplete works, wips, etc.

This blog in particular is just gonna be scream interactive. Feel free to say hi to me! Give me prompts or headcanons you'd like to see in a fic and I'll do my best. Have fun :D

Fractured

Stats:

Posted Jan. 10st

1.6k words

POV Billy Loomis [not first person, I never write first person (((she said; in first person lol)))]

Rated for Mature Audiences for: violence, graphic descriptions of animal death, animal gore

Desc: Set right after Billy's mom left, Billy knows he can't cope with his feelings in a healthy way and takes his best friend out hunting with him. It all falls to shit, and Stu is unexpectedly there for Billy just when he needs him the most.

My very first Stuilly fic ｡ﾟ(ﾟ＾Д＾ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Still holds a special place in my heart <3

ugh don't get me started

Stats:

Posted Jan. 15rd

1.5k words

POV Stuart Macher

Rated E for Everyone

Objectively Adorable

Desc: Stu rants to Billy about his day, Billy just lets him talk. It's a perfect lazy, cozy day

Zero angst, if you just want a warm fuzzy fic with Stu and Billy in love, that's exactly what this is

bro pull over let me kiss you on the lips

Status:

Posted Jan 21th

2.8k words

POV Billy Loomis

Rated Teen for mild language and general teenage bullshit like 'feelings' or whatever

Includes: Flustered!Billy Loomis with a crush. Ooh yummy

Desc: Billy gets his first car and kidnaps Stuart for an impromptu date. This better go well.

No notes, I just really like this one. Short and sweet

my love for you is blood soaked

Stat:

Posted three days after Mario Day [Mar 13st]

15.15k words

POV Stu Macher

Rated Nsfw for that one sex scene in the middle #BottomBillyxTopStu

Desc: Stu keeps getting notes from a secret admirer and with the choice between his emotionally constipated """secret""" boyfriend and his overly affectionate girlfriend, he's sure he knows who they're from. He's fucking wrong lol

Stu is a little obtuse but its for plot and its in a "naw Billy would never say this, its gotta be Tate" kind of way

Stu. Babe. That man is SO GAY for you its insane. Idk how he could have been more clear honestly

This one's just dumb fun, not meant to be taken seriously, I love it so much. I'm super proud of her

Thanks for checking my stuff out if you did, I'm probably working on a fic (always writing lol) but I have been known to take breaks from posting schedules to release a quick one-shot or something like that. Feel absolutelty free to leave me prompts or recs or something you'd want me to write, okay thank you bye

That's all folks!

[bitchinbarzal]

um no you can't leave tate and ethan like that fix it please

Tate had eventually tired herself to sleep leaving you to clean up the house waiting for Ethan to get home.

It was bearing on midnight when your phone went, you picked it up expecting it to be Ethan but it wasn’t it was Lauren, Ryan’s girlfriend.

“Hello?”

“Come get your crazy fucking husband!” She yelled down the phone.

You could hear commotion in the background and Ethan’s voice was clear.

“Is Ethan at your house?!” You exclaimed, rushing to grab your keys.

“Yeah he just showed up here shouting and yelling at Ryan”

You could hear him screaming “you broke her! how do you walk away from your own kid?!”

“I’m coming just give me ten minutes”

Luckily for you, one of Ethan’s teammates lived across the street. A rookie living with a billet family who you had ran across to and begged he sit in with your kids as you had an emergency and he was more than happy to help.

Ryan and Lauren didn’t live far away, only a few blocks away and you had definitely broken some speeding laws.

You saw Ethan on their lawn, banging on the door

“Ethan Edwards what the fuck are you doing?!” You demanded, walking up to him.

He turned to you, he looked like a crazed animal “He has to know, he has to know what he’s done to her!”

“What are You talking about?! Babe just come home… you’re not ok right now” you tried to soothe him.

He’s got tears in his eyes “She’s just a little girl, y/n”

It clicked, this was about Tate.

“If she doesn’t want me to be her dad then fine but someone has to be and he needs to take responsibility!” He’s banging on the door again and this time Ryan opens it and is looking at you.

“Get him away from our home, he’s scaring our kids”

That sentence made you want to punch him, instead Ethan did it. He hit him right in the nose, knocking him back a few steps.

As Ryan goes to punch him back you stand between them, he stops.

“Get him away from our house y/n”

Ethan’s behind you, still trying to reach him “Your kids huh? What about Tate? What did she ever do to deserve this Ryan?!”

“Edwards You don’t know what happened-“

“I don’t know?!” He seethed “She was eighteen years old and you knocked her up and forced her to keep it promised her the fucking world!”

“I was there!” He retaliated

Ethan scowled “No, I was there! I was there when she sat up for the first time, when she crawled, her first steps, her birthdays and even her first word” he rants

“Which was dada by the way” he added, just to twist the knife.

You thought back, sad.

“She needs her dad” is all Ethan said and before Ryan could reply you turned to your husband, placed your hand on his chest and said

“She has her dad”

Ethan looked at you, confused. You asked for his phone and he obliged before you clicked on his voicemail and played it out loud.

"Dad, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean I was really mad but I've cleaned my room now, did it will you come home now? Daddy please...

"please daddy.."

Ethan looks at you, stunned and with tears in his eyes. Ryan is furious.

“Ethan, you’re her dad… blood or not that little girl is yours” you announced before turning to Ryan.

“I’m done putting her through this Ryan, I’m either going to take you to court and sue you for custody or we can skip the lawyers fees and the wasted court time and you can sign over your parental rights” you finally put your foot down

“That little girl deserves a dad who loves her and that’s not you”

Ryan grumbled but agreed, claiming that he’d sign the papers when they’d been drafted

“And i won’t have to pay child support, right?”

You only rolled your eyes and mumbled “Asshole” while walking away.

Once you’d both arrived home and relieved the rookie with a lot of praise and Ethan claiming he’d tell Lindy to let him off on drills this week you two were left alone in your home. Silent.

“You’re a piece of work Edwards” You announced, waltzing over to hug him.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what got into me”

“I do” he gave You a puzzled look and you continued “It’s a dad thing, protecting your babies”

He nodded, kissing your forehead and saying “I’m gonna go see her”

You couldn’t stop him, you knew that much.

Ethan pushed open Tate’s door and she was fast asleep. He shook her awake lightly and she groaned before opening her eyes, when she noticed who it was she sat up fast and jumped into his arms.

“Daddy!”

“Hey Tater-tot” he’s holding onto her for dear life

“You got my message? You came home?”

“I’ll always come back for you babygirl, I’m not going anywhere. I love you kiddo”

“I love you, dad”

You’d left them to their own devices and went to bed after a stressful day. In the morning you found Ethan hadn’t come to bed.

Going to wake the kids up you found him asleep on Tate’s floor, flat on the floor holding her hand while she slept.

“Yeah, i picked a good one second time round” you mumbled to yourself.

[demoptera]

I have very little characters in mairuma that I genuinly dislike, but when i dislike them I HATE them.

Example; Kamui, baal and atori.

"why?" you ask?

Kamui is just obvious, hes a stupid mineta clone. Every fucking anime has to have to obligatory "pervert" trope and its literally soooooo exhaaussstingggg. PLEASE for the love of god if any trope died let it be this one.

Baal, He's ugly. He looks like a rat and acts like one too. Someone on here called him "The demon world's andrew tate" and I haven't been able to let that go. It's just so true. He acts like he's tough shit but in reality he looks fucking GOOFY. WHO LET HIM GET THAT FUCKASS HAIRCUT IN THE RECENT CHAPTERS ??? And he is constantly bullying kirio. which automatically gets him -1million points in my book.

personally would never let myself get called "shitty glasses" by sonic after he collects all the chaos emeralds.

Atori. I'm gonna make a whole rant for atori.

edit: originally put chima here, but after i learned a few things, Ive reconsidered her. 1, i reread mairuma. turns out i dont actually hate her all that much? idk why i thought i hated her so much. 2, SHES NINE?? I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST SHORT. anyways. i still mildly dislike her. shes just annoying 😭 not enough to put her on the hate list though.