#girl this man is so publicly evil it is insane

[dandylion-s]

Two war criminals sitting in a tree

[webtoon-related-tournaments]

FINALS!

Leland is the father of the three male leads

he pit his sons against each other competing for his affection, neglected his wife and youngest son, gaslit and manipulated his eldest sons into repeating the cycle of abuse with their own fiancées and is now trying to publicly humiliate his best friend because he wasn't there in his time of need twenty-five years ago or something

BUCKLE UP THIS MAN IS AWFUL basically he has secretly been in love with his best friend Jack for years now but Jack fell in love with a woman called Leelathae and Leland has never gotten over that. He has also never forgiven Jack for not being there for him at his parents funeral (i don’t remember why Jack wasn’t there but it was probably something to do with Leelathae). He decides to marry a girl called Isolde to make Jack jealous (which doesn’t work because Jack does not return his feelings) who he later becomes abusive towards and keeps in the dark on all future evil plots by placating her with expensive desserts. The evil plot in question is to have his three sons marry Jacks three daughters. When the plan eventually falls apart he literally TORTURES his children. Like he hangs Blaine and Lance upside down in a dungeon over a LAVA PIT and makes them do CHIN-UPS and throws Frederick into a massive PIT and just LEAVES HIM THERE. He eventually frees Blaine and Lance but only so that he can take them to the Pastel Palace which he is planning to INVADE so he can FORCE the princesses to marry his sons AGAINST THEIR WILL.

Yui is the mother of Kousuke and the stepmother of Nol/Yeong-Gi.

well let's see... 1) drugs her own son and refuses him doctor-prescribed healthcare 2) neglects and abuses her stepson 3) threatens to kill her own husband when he's no longer useful to her 4) tried to blackmail the main character and to have her sent away from town for no reason other than liking to play mind games 5) covers for a sex offender and helps him trap more victims 6) threatened her nephew to have him fired and disbarred (well the equivalent for doctors) if he looked too deep into her son's health history and I'm pretty sure I could find a 7 or even an 8 if i looked closer but that will be a good start

Insanely manipulative, to the point of apparently straight up drugging her son for possibly multiple years???!! Constantly lying to her family to turn them against each other. Even with her 'precious' biological son she repeatedly ignores his boundaries and encourages his worst behaviour, apparently seeing him as little more than a puppet she can use to gain power.

[official-zerg-fangirl]

how do you feel about kerrigan going super Saiyan in Legacy of the Void? what about the Amon plot in general?

(idk if you get notifications when a question is answered publicly, so @fall-warning hi, also THANKS FOR SENDING THIS. I LOVE ATTENTION I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY GIRL)

Oh, That Jean Grey ass Kerrigan transformation is half the reason my bio says "Starcraft 2 never happened, Metzen can suck my dick." *

*the other half is the Kerrinor Kiss, because on Official-zerg-fangirl, the running gag is I have an irrational hate for Raynor bcs I was one of Those middle school girls who would legit be jealous of a fictional character (I just didn't realize what i felt was jealousy bcs i didnt know i was gay)

I hate it! I HATE IT. IT SUCKS.

I am normally an extremely big fan of fire, and red, and phoenixes, and literal deities, and women being any or all of the above. But none of that should have been Kerrigan, and definitely not in the way it was handled. Fuck you, Blizzard. Fuck you for the insane bullshit happening behind the scenes, but also fuck you for what LotV did to my girl!

I refuse to play any part of LotV to this day! I don't fucking care! Sorry to the protoss stans, it's great that you got so much extra lore with Alarak or whatever, but absolutely FUCK what they did to my girl!

oh but I loved the amon plotline tho.

"m'am, why the fuck" it was validating it was powerful it is everything the character arc of the entire Zerg species was building up to and it turned Kerrigan into the antihero she was always meant to be, and LotV is probably great but that epilogue ruined it with a pointless second transformation.

[more deranged rambling below]

Look, Kerrigan's character arc in Brood War was top notch it was S tier it was great I wrote a literal essay about how I do sincerely believe Kerrigan in SC1 + Brood War had a heroic character arc, and I am of course correct, and the canon agrees, BUT WE WILL GET TO THAT,

now initially ofc i was like naw SC2 never happened. Obviously I've softened on that opinion (but saying it never happened is funny. so is acting like everyone is missing the point of Kerrigan except for me. this blog is the space where i get to play up an extremely cocky persona ok)

SC2's general insistence (at least that's my first impression) on treating her zergness like a boring corruption and "ooh Kerrigan was good before but she's evil now" bothers me. like they do this to her instead of, oh I don't know, she was abused and exploited as a child fucking soldier, she latched onto the guy who 'saved' her and was too wrapped up in the exhilaration of having someone who 'cared' about her that she couldn't recognize she was being used as literal fucking bait, and then he LEFT HER TO FUCKING GET EATEN BY ALIENS, and by the grace of fucking god, those aliens saw her value and potential in a way no one else ever could, they elevated her, made her stronger, gave her the means to break off the shackles implanted in her skull (remember the Amerigo mission???), and from that point on, all the anger she'd been harboring from all those years of abuse could run freely, so of fucking course she became impatient and vengeful!

Yes, Kerrigan was extremely destructive, spiteful, cruel,even! But you think someone who's only ever known violence and death and cruelty could ever be anything else? are we so naiive as to imagine a perfectly human Sarah Kerrigan would not become the Queen of Blades Her fatal flaw is wrath, you see how quick she is to anger when she fights Tassadar. To quote the man himself,

"So long as you continue to be so predictable, O Queen, I need not face you at all. You are your own worst enemy."

she is predictable because of her wrath. In her beginning as the Queen of Blades, she's too consumed by all her fury, by her newfound power that she can and will use to demolish everyone who's wronged her, and she hasn't yet learned the wisdom required to use said power. this is a flaw she overcomes in Brood War, wherein she delays her fury and rage to arrange a temporary alliance, to wait for just the right moment to have her vengeance and crush her enemies.

aaaaaand here's the Wings of Liberty campaign going like "Zerg turned her evil. yeah she's killing and infecting terrans bcs that's what zerg do. we need to redeem her by removing her zergyness."

like - no acknowledgement to the fact that the terrans are currently being commanded by the dude who used her and then fucking left her to die???? bro like of all people you'd think Raynor would understand why she's waging war on the Dominion HE'S LITERALLY DOING THE SAME THING, but Blizzard gonna Blizzard and the final boss is Kerrigan bcs Raynor's gotta work with the Dominion to neutralize the greater threat - which is somehow Kerrigan. Okay.

It just really rubbed me the wrong way. Can you tell that it rubbed me the wrong way?

but then it redeemed itself. Bcs the Amon plotline.

NO I AM NOT JOKING. FUCK YOU THE AMON PLOTLINE WAS GOOD.

"oh but it derails everything and now my simple slapfight between humans and two aliens has transformed into some sort of cosmic battle between good and evil" fuck no it doesn't it was foreshadowed back in Brood War did you forget Duran? the fuck you think that man was doing if NOT foreshadowing that some fucking hidden power beyond every race's leaders was controlling the situation specifically through the Zerg? Even BEFORE Brood War, the lore that the Zerg and Protoss were both created by the xel'naga and that the Zerg were specifically created with a mandate to assimilate the Protoss was right the fuck there. you know who said that shit? THE OVERMIND. Pay attention bro, Amon was there all along!

Could he have maybe been introduced in a less jarring way okay sure but he didn't derail shit, this WAS the rails, you just got too caught up in the surface level fighting to recognize what was happening!

also, the Amon plotline was (before that FUCKING EPILOGUE) so extremely validating to me, let me tell you a story about when i was playing HotS - no, even before HotS, whcih did a lot of good stuff, in fucking Wings of Liberty, a campaign I just spent a few paragraphs shitting on, it did one super good thing. it did the Zeratul missions. It did this shit:

oh I imagine a lot of Starcraft fans hated this cutscene bcs it was an out of nowhere messiah plotline delivered via literal exposition ghost, but, see, I'm smarter than your average Starcraft fan, I am a genius and I'm sexy, and I know my wife Kerrigan better than anyone, even the fucking Starcraft writers (suck my dick Metzen) and I see this cutscene at 7:33PM, April 29, 2021, and I ran into my friend's DMs and said "I FUCKING CALLED IT"

BECAUSE I WROTE A FANFIC (unfinished, novel-length, self-indulgent, OCxKerrigan, highly nsfw, no I haven't posted it anywhere I wanna finish it first I wanna perfect it).

AND IN THAT FANFIC I WROTE SOMETHING SO ABSOLUTELY DERANGED I FIGURED IT WAS JUST SELF INDULGENT ABSOLUTE SKEWERING OF THE CANON JUST TO RUN SHAMELESS ZERG APOLOGIA:

I wrote that the Overmind, before capturing Kerrigan at New Gettysburg, telepathically communicated with her, and very specifically said that her human psionic mind would resist control until the bitter end, that it would kill itself rather than accept forced subjugation into the zerg, and THUS he had to ask Kerrigan PERMISSION, that he couldn't and didn't want to strip her of her free will, and he specifically promised to her power, and purpose, and the potential to usurp his place as the leader of the Zerg, and he specifically welcomed that possibility-

and like that's stupid that's so fucking stupid, why would the zerg ever value free will why would the Overmind pursue to the ends of the earth a servant that he couldn't control, that he knew could and would one day usurp him? there's no way this is canon-compliant-

IT IS

AND NOT JUST CANON-COMPLIANT, IT'S FUCKING CANON. ACTUALLY LITERALLY CANON.

STRAIGHT FROM TASSADAR'S MOUTH, THE OVERMIND DID THAT SHIT. THE GODDAMN EYEMONSTER HAD PLANNED ALL ALONG FOR KERRIGAN TO HAVE FREE WILL AND THAT HE SPECIFICALLY VALUED HER FREEDOM.

The only reason I can't say I predicted the future is because I started writing this fic after WoL released, but I clearly had some sort of precognition I fucking knew I was on the wavelength my deranged apologia was canon I was right.

OH AND THIS AMON SHIT GIVES ME FULL JUSTIFICATION TO BE A GREATER APOLOGIST THAN I EVER COULD BEFORE. BEFORE IT WAS LIKE "c'mon the zerg aren't people, they're mindless demons of destruction" OHHH NO YOU DON'T MOTHERFUCKER! THEY ARE PEOPLE, THEY HAVE MINDS AND FEELINGS AND WILL AND THEY'RE BEING CONTROLLED BY THEIR CREATOR - NO, THEIR CORRUPTER, AGAINST THEIR BEST INTERESTS,

AND THE PRIMAL ZERG, THE PRIMAL ZERG! THEIR GLORIOUS PAST! ZERUS, THE GARDEN OF EDEN BEFORE AMON'S MEDDLING, WHERE THERE IS NO CONTROL AND NO DESOLATION, ONLY THE RULE OF THE HUNT! HERE, WE SHALL FORGE A VISION OF THE LIBERATED SWARM, REUNITE WITH OUR PAST TO FORGE A BETTER FUTURE, AND OH LET'S NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE PARALLELS BETWEEN WHAT AMON DID TO THE ZERG AND WHAT THE GHOST PROGRAM DID TO KERRIGAN,

BECAUSE THAT'S JUST IT, KERRIGAN IS THE SWARM, WHICH IS WHY SHE BELONGS IN THE SWARM.

SHE AND THE ZERG BOTH EXIST AS BEINGS OF INCREDIBLE POTENTIAL WHOSE FUTURES WERE STOLEN AND CORRUPTED FOR THE SAKE OF A HIGHER POWER'S TWISTED WAR GAME, TURNED INTO A LIVING WEAPON AND SET TOWARDS A CAUSE THEY DON'T BELIEVE IN, THEY ARE CHAINED AND THEY WILL ONLY ACHIEVE THEIR GREATEST SELVES ONCE THOSE CHAINS ARE BROKEN,

and this entire fucking theme of subjugation and of being transformed into a living weapon was in Brood War, too! That was what the UED did to the Zerg! This is why Kerrigan is the hero of Brood War, an entire species was enslaved and her, with her human mind, was the only hope anyone had of not submitting to Earth's slave army! Amon is simply the greater master who enslaves the zerg more subtly, with chains that are harder to break because they permeate across the hive mind link itself,

And by the fucking WAY, the revelations of that xel'naga relic, Zeratul's visions, the insight given by Zurvan of the primal Zerg, all bring such a delicious context to the entire wings of liberty campaign, and they make that campaign good and make everything I complained about earlier just an extra spicy flavoring and a dash of gray to our terran heroes, THEY MADE ME ACTUALLY LIKE RAYNOR???

bcs you know what, fine, perhaps Raynor does see the Queen of Blades as nothing but pure evil, perhaps he does choose to ally with the Dominion to destroy her, that is his human perspective, as someone who loved Kerrigan but knew her so briefly, all he can truly see is the Zerg as he understands them, the mindless living weapon, the infested terrans that beg for death as they seek to tear you limb from limb. We are imperfect, we aren't omniscient, perhaps I should forgive Raynor for his short-sightedness. He cannot concieve of harmony with the zerg because of what he has seen, so of course his dear friend is corrupted, infested, controlled, and he has to free her, and maybe he can make this deal with the devil. From his eyes, this is the best route he can take. He even knows he should not kill her, he knows what she's meant to be, and he has no idea how she'll go from the monster he sees now to the savior of Zeratul's prophecy, so he does what he thinks is best.

and as we see in HotS (and i think also LotV a bit?), Raynor's choice to use the relic was a mistake, it robs the zerg of their salvation and feeds so much energy into Amon's greedy maw... but also, it wasn't a mistake.

See, Kerrigan's temporary severance from the swarm frees her of the influence of Amon on her mind (though I am adamant that her actions have been PRIMARILY motivated by rage and vengeance and spite!), and when she sheds her humanity once more and properly returns to the Swarm, it is in the sacred birthplace of all Zerg, on the planet that obeys the law of nature, where hardship and violence are tools to produce an ever-greater self, and all that she has suffered will become her strength,

AND KERRIGAN ASCENDS - NO, EVOLVES - INTO HER PRIMAL SELF IN ORDER TO FULLY REALIZE THE OVERMIND'S PLOT OF LIBERATION. I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG AND SHE WAS A HERO, THANK YOU HEART OF THE FUCKING SWARM YOU REDEEMED SC2.

which just makes the fucking fire lady 'oh shes not zerg anymore she's xel'naga heehee' feel all the more bullshit???? Like, i thought it was bullshit before I knew anything abt HotS but now its SUPER bullshit, bcs primal kerrigan WAS her perfected self. She didn't NEED to become xel'naga. SHE IS ZERG! SHE IS THE QUEEN OF BLADES!

It's just so pointless. Nothing you could do to Kerrigan in this literal final hour of the entire Starcraft franchise could possibly be as thematically powerful as the Zerus arc, and you should've just continued those themes. leave Kerrigan's character arc concluded. Stop fucking with it. You had something amazing and you fumbled the bag at the literal last second. seriously, what the fuck? THAT'S how you end the series? What happened in the writers' room- other than the creepy misogynist bullshit we already know was happening, of course?

anyways yeah I hope that satisfied your curiosity. :D i don't wanna know how many words this was, I just know it took me like 2h to write. maybe more. I don't have a good sense of time. it's the autism.

[bisluthq]

I think people that perpetuate the narrative that "nothing happened" between Taylor and John forget that:

1) it logically makes NO sense to "fake" that relationship, and there are multiple aspects of it that cannot be explained away as "platonic" or "professional" (the half of my heart performance is legit insane. You can claim they were just playing stuff up but she was VERY publicly dating Taylor Lautner at the time and just like... though the performance in itself isn't technically suggestive it... feels it. It honestly convinces me they hooked up more than YBIAW)

2) Assuming they did date/hook-up/whatever, he has PLENTY of reason to lie about it because that would be legit evil.

She referred to this man as "one of her heroes" upon meeting him. He reached out to her publicly about doing an (uncredited) "duet" that he recorded in his home studio (that he built specifically for the album. He's used it since, but I'm 99% sure he didn't have it prior to the making of Battle Studies), used her excitement over the prospect to fuck her around, and then dipped. As he describes:

"Here’s what I really want to do at 32: f-ck a girl and then, as she’s sleeping in bed, make breakfast for her. So she’s like, “What? You gave me five vaginal orgasms last night, and you’re making me a spinach omelet? You are the sh-t!” So she says, “I love this guy.” I say, “I love this girl loving me.” And then we have a problem. Because that entails instant relationship. I’m already playing house. And when I lose interest she’s going to say, “Why would you do that if you didn’t want to stick with me?”

Also the logic of her using a self-admitted casual drug user 12 years her senior who says shit like "my dick is like a white supremacist" and "I'm going to forcibly sodomise your editor (in response to an interviewer asking him questions he found dumb)" to cover up a self-admitted drug addict & alcoholic 4 years her senior just... doesn't work. People just love feeling as though they have a superior knowledge of Taylor's life than everyone else, leading them to come up with absurd theories.

yeah look lol I have NO DOUBT John tells people nothing happened between them. Same as he most likely told people he didn’t have an orgy with Scheana. I don’t think either of those are true. Also look at what Scheana says - she actually goes back and forth in saying “maybe we didn’t date maybe we were just hanging out” which like… is likely what he said to both girls and frankly Scheana could’ve been smarter about it because like he picked her up when she was waitressing but Taylor was legit 19.

also like lainey covered John x Taylor in real time and I tend to believe what Lainey was hearing THEN - when she was saying they’re trying to keep it a secret but it’s very much happening - over what gossipers hear in the year 2020 or whatever.

[rise-my-angel]

'the thing with Rhaegar/Lyanna is that it only works as a ship if you characterize Lyanna as a terrible and selfish person'

Yeah, the anon hits the nail on the head here and the fact that shippers don't see this and also don't care is....concerning. They fully believe Rhaegar and Lyanna did what they did out of 'love' (fuck their families and Rhaegar's toddler and month old newborn I guess) and then when others in the fandom react to these versions of Rhaegar and Lyanna they get mad when others say, 'well, if that really is the case then both of them are terrible people' lmao.

Shipper: Lyanna was not coerced in anyway and was in love with Rhaegar and wanted to flee Robert and she stayed in love with him until the very end and probably hated her family for causing these problems and killing her 'husband'

Normal person: Sooooo she's a terrible person who's actions border on sociopathy.

Shipper: Ugh, you're so evil and misogynistic. Rhaegar was the better man over Robert and she knew that. Robert would never stay faithful to her.

Normal Person: So Lyanna considered a man who publicly humiliated his wife in front of the realm and then cheated on her after she almost died giving birth to two kids back to back a better man that Robert? Soooooo that this excuse you're giving continues to paint her in an even more terrible light and makes her seem like a malicious narcissist to boot.

It's actually beyond parody. Like at least the Rhaegar stans that say he was doing it to save the world act like he needed to sleep with a 15 year old for the greater good, these shippers straight up stan two sociopaths and act shocked when the fandom points out how this characterization makes them some of the worst people in the novels lmao.

Like at least you can somewhat see what Rhaegars perspective is, but what they are missing is that he isn't just doing this to "save the world". He is genuinely delusional at this point. No one knew what or why he did any of what he did. He was so obsessed with what he perceives as a prophecy that he became somewhat mentally unstable.

Love or not, disappearing with a 15 year old girl of a major house who is betrothed to someone from another major house and abandoning his family and life and her family and her life, was always going to cause conflict. Betrothals are taken very serious in this world.

Joffery was literally King, and he had to be granted permission by the High Septon to break his betrothal to Sansa for Margaery. They are taken very seriously in this world. It isn't just breaking up.

This was ALWAYS going to cause conflict and the fact that Rhaegar didn't take that into consideration is due to one of two reasons. Either he had deluded himself into thinking any cost was worth it for this prophecy no matter what, or he didn't think of it at all which means he is insanely unintelligent.

Even in their BEST theory of "it was love" it still showcases that Rhaegar was at best delusional or at worst a fucking idiot.

Lyanna though, like there is no hope for these people about Lyanna honestly. There is no arguing with them, they have ZERO awareness that their precious ship turns Lyanna into a psychopath who abandoned everything and started a war because she didn't like her betrothed.

Like, when Maester Aemon said "Love is the death of duty" THAT WASN'T FUCKING ADVICE, GUYS.

[fareehaandspaniards]

Hold up, you like Valtr x Henriett too???? I should have guessed because you are one of the last surviving 5 people that aren't restrained by age gaps in shipping but still I thought it was TOO obscure hghjhjk

That's my SECRET side xD I may talk about Damian mostly, since I have a thing for white-haired (blonde) grandpas who are rather evil sexy lords or pure angels. BUT(T). I enjoy really many ships and characters that I never mentioned because I never have enough energy to talk about ALL of them... (in 95% of times I need a lot of energy just to talk so yeah I want to tell a lot but often forget or don't have energy for that)

I am secretly big enjoyer of Valtr, Henryk, Yamamura, Tomb Prospector Olek (lol), Arianna equally with Adella, big FAN of Yurie, Eileen and Bloody Crow of Cainhurst, Ludwig... and etc!

So YES Valtr x Henriett ship looks hot (as you said age gap doesn't scare me. It makes ship even hotter than it was. I don't understand people who scream when two characters who are in love aren't the same age. And by "scream" I mean publicly shaming anyone who ships couples like that! Hope after this I won't receive a message from anon like "SO you can ship 10 y.o. girl yeah???? If age gap in a relationship is cool then you ship kids right????!" because it's pure absurd and hysteria. Age gap is always perceived by fandom-society like something AWFUL, DISGUSTING and mostly by people who enjoy even more weird kinks)

(And you might ship 18 y.o. character with a 2000000010010903 y.o. eternal being and everything is fine for a fandom while eternal being looks sexy BUT WHEN IT COMES TO GRANDDILFS, PEOPLE ARE BEING BITC-)

(sorry it's not a vent post :'D Completely changed the topic)

I can't say I know much about Henriett except for her being beatiful and her connection with Amelia, Ludwig and Laurence. Also she has something against League. And this shit when two fantoms can't be summoned simultaneously makes me go HURRRRR because you know the two have something between them???

She gives me vibes of hmmm... Irene Adler who is now Sherlock Holmes? I remember Crow drew Henriett for you mentioning Shelock Holmes and now this is stuck in my head. Stoic, beautiful young lady who is interested in justice for all. From a good family, maybe even noble, but who chose a path of a Hunter with her huge weapon. I headcanon Valtr to be her former "mentor" until she found out that League is built on his insanity and he can't even see evil bugs himself. Disappointing :с Her vibe is like:

Also I thought that Gehrman/Maria also has a vibe of a teacher/student, but with gehrmaria it's more about romantical guiding the one you love with both mutual respect and tenderness. While these two have... Have some problems with that. I headcanon Valtr as a person who was REALLY interested in Henriett, but could show it through mumbling and telling her his own vision of the world and wanting from her to join him in everything, while she has own plans and ambitions, for example aeeeehhh destroy the wicked ones from the Church? haha so funny, unless...

Anyway good ship.

Little ambitious lady who is ready to kick some asses and tall sad unstable man, who has issues

[brainsforbabyjesus]

The Jurassic World Dominion movie that lives in my head:

Dinosaurs invade an Ambiguous National Park. Owen has been hired on to help the park rangers adjust to this/keep people and dinosaur altercations to a minimum. Owen can go be the Dinosaur Cowboy Man we all know he wants to be.

Meanwhile, Claire has rebranded the Dinosaur Protection Group to basically be the dinosaur version of Bear Aware. They still advocate for dinosaur protection but their more public face is teaching people how to live alongside dinosaurs. Claire goes to Maisie’s school and does a Get To Know Your Dinosaurs presentation.

We get a few glimpses of Blue from a distance. She is in the park.

The ambiguous national park is surrounded by farm land, privately owned forest land, and several small towns ranging in size from blink and you miss it to very small.

A Bad Thing Happens that causes conflict between the dinosaurs and humans. Whatever it is Owen blames himself for not having prevented it because he missed some Obvious Detail that led to the bad thing.

Conflict ensues.

The park rangers, the townsfolk, the farmers, the hunters, the park goers, and the rebranded DPG, all draw various lines in the sand. There are three main groups:

All Dinosaurs Must Go

Some Dinosaurs Must Go

The Dinosaurs Should Stay

Each group has various sub factions within, and they are not always what you think they might be. All Dinosaurs Must Go ranges from they are an invasive species to be removed to they are a danger to humans and/or livestock. Some Dinosaurs Must Go mostly doesn’t want predators that may attack humans/livestock but some herbivores are also on the must go list depending on who you ask. The Dinosaurs Should Stay ranges from they should be a protected species to hunting tourism would go through the roof.

Anyway, everyone has their reasons for what they want. Claire and Owen have to deal with the problem that if they win the dinosaurs should stay fight they may have to live with the dinosaurs can stay and be hunted.

There are more glimpses of Blue in the park. This time we find out that our glimpses are via Owen’s binoculars. He knows she’s in the park but keeps it quiet because he knows telling people a raptor is in the park is just going to make people scared. He hasn’t sited her anywhere near people anyway so no big deal, right?

The Ambiguous National Park becomes the iconic symbol of what the fuck do we do with the dinosaurs? A media circus ensues.

For reasons Alan, Ellie, and Ian can come and be expert witnesses who come down on various sides of the debate. Also, Dr. Wu shows up because I want him to.

Maisie mostly does kid stuff without the whole genetic disease storyline, she’s just a regular clone girl doing regular clone girl stuff, like taking care of injured dinosaurs. Also, she goes to school and makes friends and enemies and campaigns for dinosaur rights.

There are a bunch of town hall style debates scattered throughout various lowkey action sequences which are mostly Owen and the townsfolk deal with dinosaurs in unusual places. Once it is Maisie and the school children deal with dinosaurs in unusual places.

We find out that the Bad Thing happened because of Evil Dinosaur Poachers! People then change some of their arguments to see? the dinosaurs didn’t do the bad thing while others point out that if they have dinosaurs here more Evil Poachers will come.

Evil Poachers are arrested but in the chaos of their arrest it becomes publicly known that a) Blue is in the park and b) that Owen knew and never told anyone. The Evil Poachers are not super relevant to the plot after this. No insane global kidnapping plot happens. What becomes relevant to the plot is that Owen’s expert status is called into question since he was hiding information about a dangerous dinosaur. He’s promptly uninvited to the debates though he keeps his job by virtue of being Dinosaur Cowboy Man. Although he loses the trust of some of the townsfolk.

Claire has an awkward conversation with him about how he should have said something because now her expert status is also being called into question. They kind of really/fake break up for a bit so that Claire’s reputation and by extension the Dinosaur Protection Group don’t go down in flames with Owen.

They don’t really break up.

They still have a dramatic getting back together sequence.

The story ends with the Dinosaurs Should Stay side winning but with some stipulations about safety and a promise of a multi year study on whether hunting is an option. There is a sizable chunk of townsfolk who are not happy about this for a variety of reasons. Owen and Claire have to get ready to start a new fight for dinosaur safety in the long term. The dinosaurs go on doing dinosaur things in the Ambiguous National Park.

[x3rrorx]

Hey girl, I’ve sent in my two cents to you a couple times. I’ve seen some of what’s gone on the last 2 days and it’s absolutely insane. It’s clear this has gone way too far and even some of the BO crew seems to be aware of it based on their tweets. Kinda hope they actually do something, kinda also think we “must learn to govern ourselves”. Idk man I just feel for the situation now. I think it’s turned into something kinda evil now… my only (unsolicited) advice is to just ignore them and not speak of them anymore (obviously easier said than done especially if you want to defend yourself) but some of them also obviously want the attention, that’s why this keeps going. Honestly I wish you luck in this, I’ve genuinely never seen a fandom behave so poorly and attack each other (and the crew) in such a way. I’ve seen so much hate directed towards Noah and the band for not addressing this since it’s gotten so out of hand but I genuinely don’t think he/ they should. Maybe blacklist for sure but actually publicly addressing it… either way he’ll loose. I just feel for all of you involved this so messy

I appreciate it 🖤 and you’re right.

[thoughtdump]

Every single one of these Team Tutberidze minions sounds just like my music theory teacher who bullied & belittled kids who had a secure sense of self & didn’t metaphorically suck his dick. Like just absolute grown adult CHILDREN with the way they get so fucking mad when someone leaves them. You are 30+ & you’re getting this butthurt over teenagers making decisions for themselves that suit their life better?

It’s always “she’s the problem, not me!!! I’m absolutely perfect at what I do!!! My ugly choreography? So what? The way I abuse little girls from as young as 3 up until 18? So what? I am PERFECT!! & I, a grown man, will publicly blame & shame a teenage girl because I’m extremely insecure & mad that someone doesn’t want me!!! I’m gonna take everything insanely personal & completely overlook the fact that it could have nothing to do with me anyway. Because I actually know it does because I am doing things wrong!!! & then, although here in Russia we publicly bully little girls, we’re gonna act like we don’t & blame the “evil west” for doing it when they’re the only ones who don’t make fun of our girls. Because we don’t take responsibility for ANYTHING!! & when we’re confronted?? Cowardly backdown baby!! Throw our little tantrums!!! Like we’re 7 years old!!!! Fuck yeah!!!”

So good for you Sasha, & I hope you stay out & regain joy & mental & physical health in this sport.

[saetoru]

omg in literally just saw the adam video too! seems like it’s about to blow up. tbh shame on them both for them both to have been involved in the affair imo. but extra extra extra sleazy for him as the married one + trying to name is future child the name of his mistress?! like hoooooly fak. new levels of low reached. i think she put out the story now before it could reach the tabloids and have her reputation smeared before she could defend herself against that shit storm.

secondly, i’m glad cheaters are so stupid as to get caught like this so ppl know. but i just wonder howwww dumb can someone (adam) be to leave such a paper trail. like the confidence he has to think he could just get away with it all? and ask her that so casually?!? astounds me. but i mean i guess he is scum for cheating in the first place, so very stupid. but just insane. he is so gross in soo many levels 🙃.

OKAY LIKE IM GONNA SAY SOMETHING RLY CONTROVERSIAL HERE THAT I THINK PPL ARE GONNA KILL ME FOR

but i hate the girl

well okay i don’t think that’s controversial—i think most ppl agree she sucks. but i think she’s just as much at fault tbh (which i think some ppl will get mad at bc everyone always says the cheater is most at fault. which in a sense is true. but also. not rly)

like don’t get me wrong of the two of them, he’s the more evil for sure like he has two daughters and a pregnant wife and he wants to name his unborn child after his mistress ??? has he no love for his family ???

but.

i feel like if ur aware a man is VERY publicly married (since 2014 !!) and you still entertain his advances and go further. and then proceed to hide the clear evidence you could provide his wife to let her know who she’s married to ??? like this girl was deadass willing to keep it a secret forever. she’s only coming out bc it was about to be on the tabloids. like ??! she’s DEMONIC. that’s literally so demonic like wtf

idk she’s a witch for that i hate her 😒

anyway i think both of them should be stabbed

[angelinasway]

Regaining Hope

Chapter Five

Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers

Warnings/Triggers: Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut

Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military  trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise  visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious  stranger her whole world is changed forever.

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four]

[TTH] [AO3] [FFN]

Authors Notes: Hey all!!! Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews, you guys have been incredible, seriously. Now just for that we are about to embark on the romance portion of this fic, until the proverbial shit hits the fan so to speak. Anyway I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Massive thanks to Hipkarma for being such an amazing beta!!! Oh and don't be fooled by the mood board, there is actually no sex in the Champaign Room. Okay I think I just dated myself. Please leave a review, I'm really excited to hear what you all think. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Five

They had been back at the school about an hour now, the first forty-five minutes spent explaining to Faith and Gunn who and what Clark was. All in all, they’d taken it pretty well once they got past their utter disbelief and accusations of both Clark and Buffy trying to mess with them. Clark had told them pretty much what he had learned on the ship. That his planet was dying and his parents sent him to this world not only to save him, but to help the people of Earth not make the same mistakes the Kryptonian people made. Which of course led to him having to explain what the mistakes were, and even further explanation of what artificial population control was. Buffy had brought up the Matrix and A Brave New World which had the others grimacing at the visual. Clark had explained how he was the first natural birth on the planet in centuries because his parents believed that their people had lost something precious in taking away the option of free choice.

He then explained how the Earth’s sun is a more powerful source of radiation than on his home world and because of that he was pretty much invincible with the exception of anything mystical, of course. Gunn seemed to immediately understand and mentioned how on Pylea Angel could walk in the sun. Buffy wasn’t sure it was as cut and dry as that considering it was interdimensional and not planetary, but then again, she wasn’t exactly a philosopher nor a scientist so she could very well be wrong.

They had all eventually called it a night, and now Buffy and Clark were in her room. He was currently in the shower. Buffy having already taken one before they left for Lorne’s earlier that evening. She used the time to use the bathroom down the hall and change into a white camisole and her favorite blue pajama bottoms after she had scrubbed the small amount of makeup she had on, off her face. She then stopped by the linen closet on the way back to her room grabbing a sheet and blanket before proceeding to make up the couch for Clark. She just had to keep herself busy and her mind off the man currently naked in her bathroom. ‘God, what is wrong with me.’

She heard the water shut off and she stared at the bathroom door. Lorne's words from earlier running through her head.

   "He's what you've been searching for.” Lorne said matter-of-factly. “It’s why you were so drawn to Angel and Spike. Your Slayer has been searching for a suitable mate since the day you were called. She's always known you would be different from the rest. I suspect the Powers knew as well and that’s why you were hidden from the Council."

   "I... I don't understand?" She said in confusion.

   Lorne nodded. “The Powers knew you were the one who would change everything. They knew that it would be you who activated all the Slayers and tipped the power balance between good and evil.” He sighed, “Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and I think we both aren't stupid enough to believe that the Awakening spell Willow used to call all the Slayers didn't have any consequences. Fewer and fewer girls are being called every year. It’s only a matter of time before there’s not a new generation of Slayers at all. And what happens when all of the girls finally die, whether it be some demon or old age? Are you supposed to toe the line until you finally do snap mentally and go insane?”

   Tears filled her eyes. He was right. They all noticed the extreme decline in Slayers being called over the past few years. It had worried all of them to the point of sleepless nights researching for a solution that they still hadn’t been able to find.

   “I… I don’t know,” she whispered.

   “I see something in your future that even you would have never imagined and I'm honestly not sure I should tell you what it is." He admitted.

   "What...why...is it...is it that bad?" She asked, imagining slowly losing her mind until who and what she was is unrecognizable.

   "No, it’s actually not bad at all.” He said, giving her a soft smile. “It’s a good thing. I see the Slayer line continuing, the how and why of that is the part that I feel would be better left for discussion at a later time. I can also say that I know why Willow and Wes have been trying so hard to find Clark and put him in your path." He answered.

   "Why?" she asked.

   "Well, they aren't up to anything nefarious if that’s what you're thinking.” He said, “Clark had two very different futures and I suspect the prophecy mentions both. One I'm not going to tell you about because as far as I can tell it won't happen. The other however, has a happy ending for you both. It won't be easy for either of you. Something’s coming Buffy, something he's going to have to face that he's not ready for."

   "What...what is it?" She whispered

   "I'm not going to tell you, but you will need all hands-on deck when it happens." He answered cryptically.

   "Lorne." Buffy warned, she hated when he did stuff like this. She got why he did it. She really did, but it was more than annoying.

 “No Sunshine.” He said firmly. “I’m not telling you. You can’t stop it from happening even if you wanted to.” He nodded. “He needs training in hand-to-hand combat, as much as you can give him.”

   She frowned. “I don’t like this, Lorne.”

   “I would think something was wrong if you did.” He answered.

   She huffed in annoyance. “Anything else?”

   “Yeah,” he said. “He’s your soulmate, your destiny.”

   Buffy blinked in surprise and then frowned in confusion. That couldn’t be right. “But I thought–”

   “That Angel was.” Lorne finished for her, “No, Princess. Angel was never your soulmate. The closest thing you ever had to a soulmate was Spike, and that’s only because your Slayer found an equal in him in the most primal sense.”

   “But then why did I–”

   “Because you were young. First love always hurts the worst, especially when it’s over.” He sighed. “You have this incredible capacity for love Buffy, and a need for it that is just as great. I think maybe your soul has been searching for Clark this whole time. That on some level it knew he was special, just like you. Angel was the substitute, but he was never the real thing.”

   She sighed looking at her lap. Her hands fidgeting with each other. That was a bit of a revelation for her. She always assumed because of how drawn to each other they had been and the fact that Whistler had sent him to her that they were somehow destined. Then she remembered Whistler’s words from so long ago. He said they weren’t supposed to fall in love. She blinked in surprise. Whistler had been angry at her for sleeping with Angel. Her stomach dropped.

   I mean she knew now, but maybe there was still some small part of her that believed she had killed her soulmate. God, she really was that pathetic. Why had they ever convinced themselves they were somehow this destined couple? It would have saved them so much frustration and heartache if they had just realized the truth.

   “Is there anything else?” She whispered, her self-loathing making her want to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

   “One more thing.” He said seriously. “I know you’ve been harboring a death wish for quite a few years now. That’s gonna need to stop, and I mean today.” She opened her mouth to argue and he held up his hand. “I don’t want to know what would happen to Clark if something happened to you. So, you promise me, right here and now that no matter what happens you will fight for your life as if the world depends on it.”

   Her eyes widened in surprise at his vehemence. It wasn’t every day that the kind hearted demon demanded something from her, and even less did he speak to her like that. He wasn’t necessarily wrong either. She had wanted to die for quite some time now. It’s one of the reasons she often took so many unnecessary risks. Just hoping that her final oblivion would actually be that. She didn’t want to promise him something that she wasn’t actually sure she could help, but she would try. For Lorne, who had been there for her in some of her darkest moments and for Clark, because the guy needed her and she wouldn’t bring him into this world just to throw him to wolves by dying on him.

   She nodded, “Okay…” She assured, “Okay, I promise.”

  The bathroom door suddenly swung open breaking her out of her memory. Her eyes widened as they stared at one of the most beautifully sculpted chests she’d ever seen. She’d honestly never realized chest hair could look so appealing on anyone until that moment. Her eyes traveled from where he wore a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips showing off those beautiful creases that disappeared below the elastic band, up his abdomen and the tight muscle there, to his pecs. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips. ‘God, I’m in so much trouble.’

  When she met his eyes, they were still slightly glassy from their alcohol consumption tonight and seemed to be giving her the same kind of perusal she gave him. He swallowed visibly as they lingered on her chest, slowly moving over her tank top to her blue pajama bottoms where the material was hugging her thighs. When he noticed her watching him his cheeks went pink and he quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat.

"So, umm...I had fun tonight." He said, moving to sit on the couch, but stopping short when he noticed the sheet tucked around it and a neatly folded blanket and pillow in the corner, so he sat on the armrest instead.

"Me too," she admitted, adjusting her pillows on the bed so she was sitting up more comfortably.

She watched him look around her room. His eyes landing on the few pictures she had on her dresser. He got up and picked up the one with her, Dawn, Abigail and Joyce. It was taken last year during Joyce's second birthday party. Xander had taken the picture while she'd been cuddling with Abby as Joyce said something that had both her and Dawn laughing.

Clark smiled softly at the photo, his eyes roaming over the picture. "Who's this." He asked.

"Me and my little sister with my two nieces," She answered smiling.

"I didn't realize you had a sister." He said surprised. "She wasn't mentioned in the book. Though, I didn't read all of it."

"No," Buffy agreed, "She wouldn't be." She sighed. "After she and Xander had the kids, they decided to be less involved with the Slaying gig. She used to be a Watcher, but now she’s a curator at the Metropolis Museum of Natural History and Xander owns his own contracting company. It’s one of the many reasons she's not mentioned in the book. The other being the less people who know about her true origin the better."

Clark frowned, looking back at the picture and sitting on the end of the bed. "What do you mean."

Buffy sighed again. "It's a really long story, but the gist of it is Dawn was created as my sister, but she wasn't always." Clark's frown deepened, so she elaborated. "She's a key. Her blood is capable of opening all dimensions. A Hell God was after her the year I died. Some monks changed her form, made her human, and sent her to me with all the memories of a life we never actually had together."

He looked at her a long time, his eyes roving over her face as a sudden realization seemed to dawn in them. “You died for her,” he finally whispered.

Tears began to fill her eyes at his words and that’s when she realized how intoxicated she still was, because she was never this emotional unless she was drunk. It’s one of the many reasons she hadn’t become an alcoholic by now. No one likes a sad drunk. So, she always kept her drinking as minimal as possible. Though there were those few occasions when she was alone, she would toast off half a fifth and cry her eyes out.

“Yes,” she admitted, quickly wiping her eyes.

"What happened?" He asked quietly.

She shook her head, sitting up straighter, and hugging her knees to her chest. "I was too late.” She whispered. “Glory got a hold of Dawn and by the time I got to her she was already bleeding and the world was falling apart."

She swallowed the lump in her throat as the memories came flooding back. She felt the bed dip and suddenly she was being pulled against a warm chest as strong arms wrapped around her. She couldn't hold back the tears then.

"Giles told me, I would have to kill her if we were too late, but I... I couldn't." She said emotion clogging her voice. "We had a big fight. I told him that if she died, I was done. I was quitting, even if the world went to hell, I wouldn't do it."

She felt his hand run along her back as she sniffled, her fingers absent mindedly coming up to gently run along the strong corded muscle of his chest the soft hair tickling her palm. She sighed, "There was so much bad that year. A Hell God after my sister, Riley basically cheating and then leaving me because I wasn't emotionally available enough for him, Spike was swearing up and down that he loved me and confusing the hell out of me, and my mom had a tumor and ended up passing away from an aneurysm.” She sniffled again. “And... he...he wanted me to kill the only family I had left. I was so angry with him. How could he possibly ask me to do that?”

His arms tightened around her and he sighed. “I’m so sorry, Buffy.”

“It’s okay.” She whispered. “Anyway, we were on this rickety tower and as I said before when I got to Dawn, she was already bleeding. There was this massive energy rift that was opening dimensions left and right. Dawn tried to run past me. She was gonna jump and try and stop it, but I couldn’t let her do that.” She shook her head. “Maybe I was selfish, but I knew if she died, I would lose myself. I would just completely shatter.” She sighed, “I realized then what I needed to do. Dawn…She was made from me; she had my blood. Summers’ blood. I had gone on a kinda vision quest not long before that and it told me that I’m full of love and death is my gift. It all made sense then. Death was my gift to her.” She bit her lip hoping the pain would stop the quivering in her voice. “I told her I loved her, I told her to take care of my friends, I told her to live for me, I kissed her, and then I jumped.”

His arms tightened even more around her as if the visual was causing him pain. She felt him shake his head before he finally said, “I don’t like the thought of you dying.”

“I used to covet it,” She admitted, finally looking up at him. “Coming back was so hard and then when I found out I was immortal it really screwed me up.” She sighed, “I’ve gotten better over the years but there are some days when dying sounds better than going on.”

He looked at her sadly, his hand coming up to run through her hair. “Why?” He asked quietly.

“Because I was in heaven Clark, and now I can never go back.” She said softly, tears once again filling her eyes.

He sucked in a breath of surprise, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Heaven,” he whispered. “It’s…it’s real?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And God?” He asked.

Buffy shook her head. “I don’t know. I know of gods that do exist, but the one in the bible,” she shook her head again, “I have no idea.”

He sighed, his thumb running along her cheek, before he pulled her back in close and hugged her, planting a kiss on top of her head. “I’m so sorry Buffy,” he said again.

She laid her head on his chest, wrapped her arms around him and they stayed like that a long time. His warmth surrounded her and she could hear the steady cadence of his heartbeat, the sound eased her mind. She realized she’d never felt this comfortable around anyone before, not even Spike had made her feel this much at ease to just be herself.

She pulled back and met his blue eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this open with anyone before. I…I normally fight this kinda thing and it usually takes me forever to really trust someone.” She could feel her face heat up at the words she was about to tell him, but the compulsion to let them be voiced was greater than her wariness of exposing herself so thoroughly. “You make me feel safe, I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this safe.”

He sighed, his eyes soft and open. “Would you believe me if I told you, I feel the same?” He whispered. “I wanted to tell you what I was almost from the moment I met you. I’ve never wanted to do that with anyone before.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “I believe you.”

“Do you think it has to do with what—” he started, but abruptly stopped.

“The soulmates thing?” Buffy asked, seeing the uncertainty written on his face of whether he should mention it or not.

He seemed to sigh in relief at her words. “How much did he say?”

She shrugged, laying her head back on his chest. “Just that you’re my destiny. That I’ve been subconsciously searching for you all this time.” She sighed, “That you had two different destinies and one he wouldn’t tell me about. Also, something about restoring the Slayer line.” She huffed, “I hate how cryptic empaths are, but he also mentioned something coming for you and that I needed to get you ready.”

Clark nodded. “He told me pretty much the same thing, didn’t mention the Slayer line though.” He sighed, “He…he also told me about the other future.” He was quiet for a long time, eventually asking softly, “Do you want to know what he said?”

Buffy pulled away, something in his voice making her look into his eyes. He looked nervous, almost afraid to tell her. “Is it bad?”

He looked away and nodded, “Yes.” He admitted.

“Do you think it will happen?” She asked.

He met her eyes again and shook his head. “No,” He answered seriously.

She shook her head, “Then I don’t want to know.”

He sighed, a humorless laugh falling from his lips. “Thank God, I find it almost too hard to believe myself.”

Buffy was silent as she remembered her promise to Lorne. “Could this future happen if something happened to me?”

He suddenly went still, his eyes seeming to play out what could happen in his head, a frown marring his face “Possibly,” he acknowledged. “Why?”

She sighed. “Just something Lorne said,” She shrugged. “He basically made me promise not to die.”

Clark nodded, “Then I’d say it’s more than possible.”

She shrugged and yawned, her long flight and evening finally catching up with her, “I’ll just have to keep my promise then.”

Clark smiled, cupping her cheek again. “As much as I’d love to spend the rest of my night talking to you about this stuff, we should probably both get some sleep.”

Buffy nodded in agreement, untangling herself from him as he moved to stand, putting the photo of her sister and the kids back on her dresser and getting himself as comfortable as he could on her leather couch.

“Goodnight, Buffy.” He whispered.

“Goodnight,” She murmured, already halfway to dreamland.

****<S>**<S>****

He was the first one to hear it. His eyes flying open at the loud moan penetrating the neighboring wall. A crash sounded and as much as he tried not to listen, he couldn't block it out. Not with the overwhelming scent of jasmine and citrus filling his nostrils, the scent of Buffy surrounding him in this room. He was trying to be a gentleman here and the unmistakable sounds and smells of rough sex were now penetrating his resolve.

He heard Buffy groan and roll over, grabbing her pillow and covering her head with it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She complained.

"My sentiments exactly." He muttered.

He looked at her as she got on her knees and slammed her hand against the wall. "Hey! There are people with super hearing sleeping next door!"

They both heard laughing and he watched her face scrunch up in annoyance when Faith shouted, “Prude!”

"At least I'm not an over sexed dominatrix!" She yelled back.

Clark couldn't help choking a laugh at her reply and she turned her head and glared at him.

"Oh, you think it funny do you. I'll have you know the last time I walked in on them; Faith was wearing a strap-on." Her face scrunched up. "I tell you, there's not enough brillo in the world to scrub that image from my brain."

He grimaced. Yeah, he didn't really need to visualize that either. "Are all Slayers so...domineering?"

Buffy laughed, "Oh god no. That’s totally a Faith thing." She shook her head. "I mean don't get me wrong," She blushed slightly and looked down, "I can certainly be dominant if asked or provoked, but I prefer to be much more submissive in the bedroom." She shrugged, “It’s probably why…well, why human men aren’t as appealing to me. Can’t really be believably pinned down or have that overwhelming loss of control when you’re fifty times stronger than the person you’re with.”

Clark swallowed, an image of him pinning Buffy's arms above her head as he kissed her floated through his mind. He groaned, his fists clenching at his sides. “You really shouldn’t tell me that kind of stuff.” He said gruffly, hearing another crash and loud moan through the wall.

She didn’t say anything for a while, but he knew she was watching him. When he turned his head to make sure he hadn’t offended her, their eyes met in the dark. She was fidgeting, having sat up completely at some point since they were both so rudely awakened.

“Can I…can I ask you something?” She whispered shyly, adding quickly, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to answer, but I am curious.”

“Okay.” He said nervously, not quite sure what he expected her to ask.

“Why have you never…you know?” She bit her lip. “Like, I get the not wanting anyone to know what you are, but you could have always picked up some girl in a bar and taken her home for the night.”

Clark chuckled humorlessly at her words and removed the blanket sitting up looking at her fully, “Well, there are actually two answers to that question. The first one being that I’m not exactly that kind of guy. I highly doubt I can just have sex and not feel something for that person.” He watched her eyes soften at his words as she nodded in understanding. “The second reason is that I’m too strong. I’ve always been scared I was going to hurt someone if I tried.”

“Oh,” she said in surprise. “I never thought of that.” She blushed, “Though I probably should have, considering I’ve done that before.”

Clark raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You have?”

She nodded, “Yeah,” she said. “Once with my ex, Riley. It was in the beginning of our relationship. I well…I kinda squeezed him too hard,” Her blush deepened, “like from umm…the inside.”

It took Clark a minute to get what she meant, but dear god once he got it, he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction. He squeezed his eyes shut; his cock instantly hard as a soft moan tore from his lips. Just the thought of… ‘God, does she have any idea what she’s doing to me?’

He opened his eyes meeting hers, his breathing picking up at the look of desire in her eyes. She must have heard him. Her pupils were blown wide and he could see her chest rising and falling in time with his erratic breathing. His fist clenched harder as he tried to restrain himself. He hadn’t felt this out of control since he was a kid.

“Buffy,” he said in a strained voice. “That’s probably another one of those things you shouldn’t tell me.”

“Why,” she whispered, her voice suddenly sultry.

He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled through his nose another humorless laugh falling from his lips, “Because I’m really trying to be a gentleman and my restraint is holding by a thread.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman,” she breathed. “Maybe I want you to kiss me.”

Whatever was left of his resolve finally snapped. He opened his eyes still having the frame of mind enough not to tackle her.

“Come here,” He whispered.

She slowly slid off the bed and walked towards him, her hands fisting the material of her pajama bottoms nervously. "Have you...have you ever kissed anyone before?"

He shook his head, “Not the way you’re suggesting.” He whispered, closing his eyes once again and breathing slowly through his nose to try and rein in his out-of-control hormones.

He felt her move closer still, gasping when he felt the couch dip as she straddled his thighs and he thanked God she didn't fully seat herself in his lap.

"Do you want me to show you how?" She asked, her hand running over the center of his chest, stopping right over his heart and he was sure she could feel how fast it was beating.

He could feel himself trembling just from that small touch alone and he was sure the couch was rattling just as much, but he kept his hands at his sides. Too afraid he would pull her close and she would feel the impact she was having on him.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes opening to meet her gaze.

She was so close, her large green eyes studied his face as her hand slid up his chest, over his shoulder, and around the back of his neck where she cradled him as she brought him closer. She tilted her head slightly as her soft lips gently brushed his, almost as if she was teasing him. His fists tightened further and he gasped at the sensation, allowing her the chance to seal her lips against his.

Whatever control he thought he had over himself finally shattered. His arms coming around her and yanking her fully against his chest and into his lap. Her warm center gliding over his erection had both of them groaning and gasping in surprise.

The kiss felt wonderful and awkward all at once, not in a bad way. He just really didn’t feel very confident, but she was being patient, moving her lips slowly against his so he could easily follow her lead. When he felt the wet warmth of her tongue swipe along his bottom lip, he gasped allowing her to deepen the kiss. As she slipped into his mouth her taste exploded on his tongue and his hips shot up involuntarily a moan tearing from his lips.

She groaned into his mouth. Her hold on him tightening slightly and he stiffened in worry, pulling away. He tried to slow his breathing before he spoke but it was no use. He was far too worked up. “Did I…did I hurt you?”

“God no.” She laughed, shaking her head. “It felt wonderful.” As if to prove a point she reached her hand out and squeezed his shoulder until it actually did hurt. When he winced slightly, she let go. “You can’t hurt me like this Clark. I know you haven’t exactly seen how strong I am, but I promise you won’t hurt me.” And then she looked down and blushed. “And I’m not…I’m not asking you to have sex with me.” She paused, biting on her bottom lip. “It’s just if you are really my soulmate what’s the point of fighting this? I’m not ready for sex. I haven’t had it in eleven years and it’s gonna be a little while before I am, but I can’t deny,” she gestured between them, “whatever this is. I want you Clark,” She shrugged, “And I know you want me, but everyone’s gotta learn to walk before they can swim and I just… I haven’t felt this type of closeness to anyone for a very long time…” She breathed a sigh getting closer to his lips. “I just want to feel you,” and then she was really kissing him, her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth so sensually he didn’t know how to think straight.

When she tried to pull away, he chased after her sucking her tongue into his mouth. His hips once again slamming into her, grabbing her waist, and pressing her down onto him. He pulled away from her mouth choking out, “Oh god, I want you so much.”

Buffy moaned loudly, her hips beginning to gyrate and swirl against his cock. She looked at him knowingly, and then began to slowly kiss him from his jaw line up to his ear.

“Do you want to come, Clark?” Her hot breath tickled his ear before he felt her lips wrap around the lobe, sucking it into her mouth, and scraping her teeth along it.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned, his hips shooting up and meeting hers. It wasn't very often he cursed like that but right now seemed more than appropriate. God, he wanted to run his hands all over her, squeeze her breasts, cup her ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the thought of tasting her. His whole body was on fire, he’d never felt anything like this in his life and he’d jerked off plenty of times. He wasn’t stupid, he knew sex would be different than masturbation but this wasn’t even sex.

He heard her gasp at his words and she pressed herself down into him harder. "Oh god." She moaned.

His hands pressed more firmly into her hips and he began to guide her movements. Words spilling from his lips that he never knew himself capable of using. "You like that don't you," He almost growled. "Like making me lose control, like getting yourself off on me."

She moaned louder this time. "God yes." Her hips moving faster against him.

He moaned and slipped his tongue into her mouth as she rocked back and forth. His teeth scraping along her bottom lip as he pulled away to watch her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partially open, her movements becoming jerky and needy. He'd seen enough porn to know the signs of a woman about to have an orgasm, even if he knew at least half of them were faked.

"Are you gonna come, Buffy?" He whispered hungrily, studying every little gasp and pant she made.

"Uh-huh.” She whimpered, nodding.

"Good," He panted, his cock throbbing with its own impending release. "Because I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

She doubled her efforts then, planting her hand firmly on his chest, her fingers curling into his hairs as she sped up. The couch they were on beginning to groan and creak under their unrelenting pace. It was by far the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her chasing her release as she ground herself against him.

It didn't take long after that; a mewling whine of his name tore from her lips and she threw her head back, her spine arching as her orgasm slammed into her. The picture of her like that alone sent him over the edge, knowing he was at least partially responsible in making her do that. His arms wrapped around her and he buried his face in her shoulder as he cried out her name. His sweats soaking through as he came.

Her arms wrapped around him and they stayed like that a long time, wrapped in a warm embrace. Both of them trembling from their orgasm or what they had just experienced, he wasn’t sure. When they finally seemed to get the trembling and their breathing back to normal Buffy pulled away and gave him the softest, sweetest look anyone had ever given him.

“That was–”

“Incredible,” he breathed.

Buffy giggled. “I’d say more like earth shattering.”

Clark chuckled, “I didn’t know something could feel so good.”

Buffy nodded, “Honestly, neither did I. I know it’s been a while, but damn.” She looked at him shyly. “I don’t know what came over me,” And then she frowned, a worry line creasing her brow. “I wasn’t…I wasn’t too forceful or anything was I? I think I got kinda carried away and am almost feeling like I may have pushed you into this somehow.”

Clark eyes softened and he reached out and cupped her cheek, “Buffy if I didn’t want to do that, I would have pushed you away. What you just gave me… I can’t even express in words how beautiful it was.”

She sighed, before leaning up to kiss him softly. “Thank you.”

He blushed, clearing his throat. “I should probably take another shower.”

She bit her lip trying to hold back her proud smile and nodded standing up, but he grabbed her hand bringing her back down so he could softly kiss her again, before saying. “Try to get a couple more hours of sleep and then I’m taking you out to breakfast.”

She smiled and nodded in agreement, “Okay.” She said, heading towards her bed as he got up and headed back into the shower, glad he still had his boxers to fall back on.

****<S>**<S>****

The phone rang and Wes picked it up on the first ring. “Did he sing?”

There was a pause on the other line. “Yeah.”

“And?” Wes asked impatiently.

“Look Wes, I wanna know what this prophecy is all about. You can’t just drop something like this on me and not tell me.” Lorne said over the line.

Wes sighed, “It’s about a being from another world that will either destroy the Slayer line or sustain it.”

Lorne was quiet for a long time, “It’s him.”

Wes blew out a breath. “And his future?”

“Well, it’s not roses and daffodils, but I don’t think he’ll destroy the Slayer line.” Lorne answered seriously.

“Thank god for that.” Wesley murmured. “Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah,” Lorne said. “You should up the Slayers you have in and around India, Metropolis, and Kansas. You’re gonna need them there in about two weeks, toodles.” And then he hung up.

Wes glared at the phone, looking up when Willow walked in. “Is it done?” She asked

He nodded, “Yes it will only be a matter of time until they’re inseparable.”

“And the other thing?” She asked.

“Lorne doesn’t seem to think it will happen.” He answered.

Willow nodded, sighing in relief. “Well, that’s good news, right?”

Wes nodded, “Lets hope so.”

[trikruheart]

Bellamy Is The Abusive One, Not Octavia: A Rant/Meta

There’s two main “reasons” that people give when they claim that Octavia is abusive. That she beats up Bellamy after Lincoln’s murder, and that she has him put in The Fighting Pits.

Let’s start with the old discourse; Bellamy did get Lincoln killed, not Octavia. Bellamy is the person who got Pike into power, the person who stood by him even after seeing + being told multiple times by people he supposedly cares about that Pike was instituting facism and going to get everyone killed. Bellamy knowingly decided to be a Nazi even though he had other options and was aware of them. And, no, Nazi is not an exaggeration, Bellamy was 100% willing to wipe out an entire race just for being that race including putting them in concentration camp-like conditions to die.

Octavia is not at fault just because she didn’t accept Bellamy’s last minute “help”, he had given her absolutely no reason to trust him so it’s not her fault she didn’t. If my brother was fhe right-hand man of a fascist leader then I wouldn’t have trusted him that after he belittled my concerns several times and stopped me from escaping, he’ll get my boyfriend out of the camp he put him in to begin with. Octavia had no obligation to trust Bellamy after he did everything in his power to destroy her trust.

So, yes, Octavia beats up Bellamy. If I had just saw and heard the love of my life be murdered at the hands of the man that my own brother knowingly put in power then I probably would beat him up to. Especially if my brother had already been abusing me my whole life.

Side note: Let me also just point out that Bellamy was never adequately redeemed for that whole being a Nazi thing, everyone just pretended it never happened. Octavia herself even calls him out “You didn’t turn on Pike because you thought what he was doing to the grounders was wrong.” and he AGREES. Bellamy 👏 never 👏 earned 👏 redemption, because men in this show don’t need to be held accountable for their actions while women (mainly Octavia and Clarke) have to supplicate themselves to men and be dragged through the dirt mercilessly for every wrong breath they take.

The Fighting Pit issue is an even weaker example because Octavia didn’t put Bellamy in there because she was angry or wanted to (although she had every right to be) she did it because Bellamy publicly broke several laws and she would have completely undermined her own authority (and given special treatment, making her a poor leader) if she let him get away with treason, child endangerment, murder, and attempted assassination. Bellamy getting put in the fighting pit was a consequence of his own actions, one that he was well aware of. Octavia wasn’t being abusive, she was being a fair leader.

Now that that BS is out of the way, here’s a list of why Bellamy is abusive to Octavia:

1.) Bellamy has had all of the power in their relationship from day one. Octavia was literally trapped in a room and only able to interact with two people for sixteen years, Bellamy came and went as he pleased. Octavia was essentially a captive, she couldn’t have possibly been more powerless during the entire time their relationship was developing. Then when they get on the ground, Bellamy is almost instantly put in a position of power which he uses to isolate and control Octavia. There’s also the age difference, I think a lot of people forget that Bellamy is way older than all the other Skaikru. Bellamy is 23 at the start of the show and everyone else is under 18 (except Raven is 18). So, we’re talking about a barely 17-year-old girl, one who grew up extremely isolated so is even more immature than most kids her age, and a 23-year-old man who lived most of his life relatively normally.

The power difference entirely favors Bellamy. Octavia has no power over him at all pre-Blodreina (which we’ll get to that) so the idea that she could possibly abuse Bellamy is pretty absurd. Abuse is a habitual pattern of controlling and belittling behavior by someone with more (actual or perceived) power over another, Octavia had no power over Bellamy at all; Bellamy had an insane amount of power over her that he constantly abuses to isolate and control her.

2.) Bellamy supposedly goes to the ground to “protect” Octavia but his means of doing so are abusive and controlling. In season 1 alone; Bellamy uses physical intimidation and manhandling against Octavia several times, he terrorizes a harmless teenager (remember how he’s a grown ass adult? Yikes...) to keep him away from Octavia who was enjoying his company, then he tortures a man in front of her while she begs him to stop because he doesn’t care about her opinions (more in 4) and he’s the leader of The 100 so he can.

3.) The whole “my sister, my responsibility” thing that everyone thinks is so cute? Yeah, that’s emotional abuse. A figure of authority repeating to a child that they are a burden for existing is disgusting and so, so harmful. That phrase is a reinforcement of the more vicious things Bellamy has said “Mom was floated for having you, she’s dead because you’re alive!” and “My life ended the day you were born!”

4.) Bellamy is constantly belittling, dismissing, and patronizing all of Octavia’s opinions and identity.

“You turned this place into a story from your childhood. I mean, the red queen? It’s a joke.”

I’m not saying that Blodreina was a positive identity for Octavia, but it was something she was forced (remember, she didn’t seek power like Bellamy and Clarke did) to become to survive. Octavia was a mentally ill teenage girl with very limited exposure to the world who has never had any power in her entire life, and suddenly she was responsible for saving the human race. How fucking dare Bellamy mock her for basing her leadership off of stories WHAT THE HELL ELSE WOULD SHE BASE IT OF OFF???

Bellamy had a job and a life on The Arc, Octavia never left her room and had no way of seeing the outside world except through stories. She has literally no reference for ruling, or anything else, except those stories and her brief time with the Grounders. Fuck you and your privilege, Bellamy.

On top of that, Octavia actually did save the human race. That “joke” kept humanity alive.

“It is time to stop playing Grounder before you get yourself hurt.”

Yes, how dare she identify with the only people who have ever accepted her and treated her like a human being. How about you stop “playing” Nazi before you get us everyone killed. Seriously, Octavia is not allowed to disagree with Bellamy without him grabbing her arm and talking down to her like she’s a toddler throwing a tantrum.

5.) As soon as Octavia is in a position of power, one she didn’t even ask for, Bellamy’s abuse gets progressively crueler because he’s trying to regain control. He starts actively using Octavia’s mental illness against her and literally suicide baits her several times.

There is NO excuse. None at all. To tell someone who is severely mentally ill, traumatized, and an active suicide risk that “I wish you were dead” and “you’re already dead”. Trying to push someone to suicide and using someone’s mental illness to hurt them, let alone your own sister, is one of the most evil things you can do. The fact that so much of the fandom ignores this genuinely makes me sick.

Bellamy chooses those words because he knows that is what will hurt Octavia the most and he wants to hurt her. Bellamy has heard Octavia say that she’s already dead when she’s at her lowest points, he knows that those are the words that haunt her and drive her to want to kill herself, and that’s why he uses them as a weapon. Notice that he says them multiple times and at very purposeful times, this is not something he yelled once when he was angry; we see him calmly make the choice to say these things to her several times when he is losing control and wants to break her back down to the helpless little girl who was always happy to see him because of her Stockholm Syndrome.

6.) I think trying to MURDER Octavia THREE FUCKING TIMES deserves its own point. Bellamy poisons Octavia, he suicide baits her and let’s her go through with it (someone else stops her, Bellamy makes no move to), and then he leaves her to die with a lovely extra “My sister is dead” for the road.

7.) Octavia spends most of season 6 groveling and trying to “earn” back Bellamy’s love and we see clearly that “earning” Bellamy’s love means being utterly powerless and subservient. Bellamy loved Octavia when she was a captive little girl but suddenly he can’t produce an ounce of human decency towards her? And don’t give me some “but she’s Blodreina” like Mr. Nazi has any room to judge Octavia for becoming a dictator out of desperation when she didn’t know what else to do and she was forced in a very, very difficult leadership position that she never wanted and all of humanity relied on.

My point is basically that Bellamy’s love is conditional, he holds it over Octavia’s head like a fucking dog treat. He wants “his sister” back but what does that mean? He wants back the scared little girl who couldn’t leave one room and was entirely dependent on him. It’s Octavia having autonomy that Bellamy hates, not her being “evil” because Bellamy is 500x as evil as Octavia and I will die on that hill. You’re telling me that Bellamy of all people is soooo upset that his sister was forced to kill some people in the context of war and keeping humanity alive? As if Bellamy isn’t a mass murderer who has killed way more people for way less. Give me a fucking break. “Octavia is dead” because Bellamy’s victim is dead and he can’t handle that.

But, please, do tell me again how two isolated incidents over six years apart from each other that are both the direct consequences of Bellamy’s autonomous choices make Octavia “eMoTiOnAllY AbUsIvE tO pOoR WitTlE BeLl”.

[belovedmuerto]

not!fic

Every time I watch the end of CQL I decide I want something different. This time it’s this:

So Meng Yao doesn’t kill the Nie captain but leaves the Nie for reasons, saves LXC and goes undercover with the Wen blah blah blah. Sunshot goes the same. WWX still gives his brother his golden core, saves the Wen Remnants, etc.

Meanwhile, JGY is acknowledged by his dad and gets to know his older brother a bit. 

JZX in the meantime has perhaps figured out his shit a little better, realized he doesn’t want to do things the way his father does, adores his wife and new babe, really likes his clever ass new didi. Starts making quiet noises about finding his other half-sibs because he wants not much more than a big family and he figures if there’s one, there’s probably several more. His dad is gross. He is at heart a simple and lonely man.

JGY quickly realizes that no, actually he isn’t quite willing to do whatever it takes to earn his father’s approval? His father is actually a huge power hungry asshole not really any better than WRH, just like. Less insane. Probably. He might… need to die?

He’s not averse to a bit of murder, but he also thinks perhaps he’d rather be useful and appreciated by his brother than powerful at all costs. 

Also, JYL lets him hold the baby whenever he so much as looks longingly at little A-Ling, which is nice. And she also appreciates him and how clever he is. She tells him all the time and asks him for help navigating the viper pit. She seems to... trust him? It’s a new feeling.

Basically JGY goes team “my siblings ” instead of team “me against the world”.

JGS dies mysteriously. What a shame.

JZX takes over as sect leader, cleans house. He’s not here for the backstabbing and machinations. And he’s so happy. He has his very smart wife at his side. She might be a little sickly sometimes but turns out those Yunmeng Jiang are not to be fucked with, esp. when it comes to family.

NMJ shows up like “yo, XY needs to die for his crimes” and JGY and JZX look at each other and go, “yup here you go fam”. XY is publicly executed.

(Somewhere in the countryside, a couple of rogue cultivators somehow accidentally adopt an urchin girl? Yeah, Song Lan’s not sure how it happened either, but she’s fiesty. He likes her.)

JGY becomes his brother’s staunchest defender and advisor, and in return JZX can and will banish anyone who says shit about JGY. (Zixun is the first to go.) (They both listen to JYL, because she’s the best.)

Together, they find MXY and QS and welcome them into the family. JZX is ecstatic! He went from no siblings and an asshole dad to three siblings and no asshole dad! 

So things are pretty good. They missed JL’s one month celebration because whoops JGS died right before, so they do a one year.

Just beforehand, JYL comes to her little brother in law like “look A-Yao, we gotta sort out this shit with my didi. He can’t keep living on a mountain of corpses with a bunch of old people, a doctor, a zombie, and a baby. Help me, pls.”

And JGY is like “how do u know, everyone says he’s got an army.” He’s not evil but he is cautious. There are plenty of rumors still, even if JGS isn’t the one starting them.

And JYL is like here, and hands over the increasingly desperate letters from JC she’s been getting, cuz JC has visited a couple times and cannot convince WWX to leave w/o the Wen but clearly they’re going to starve.

So it comes out that JGS was even more full of shit than everyone thought. JYL and JGY go to her hubs and JZX is like “wtf dude no that’s super not cool” and they take a small contingent of mixed Jin who are now decent people and Jiang so WWX doesn’t freak out, and JC goes, and JYL insists on going and taking A-Ling, because she knows if WWX sees her and the baby he’ll know that it’s not a war party and won’t come out swinging.

Along the way LWJ shows up, because chaos (it’s early for that but shhhhh), and everyone is like “sure, whatever”.

WWX is waiting at the barrier with a buncha black mist swirling around him like “these motherfuckers are finally trying me” right up until he sees his didi, his zhiji, his shijie with his nephew and her hubs at the font of the small contingent, and then he more or less breaks down crying. It ends up being a nice reunion. They all troop up to the camp, where everyone is horrified and the Wen are like “join us for dinner. We have radish soup” and A-Yuan is clinging to his Xian-gege and his rich-gege and then insisting upon meeting the baby. He gets to give A-Ling the bracelet that he made for him.

JGY is lowkey like “sure am glad I killed my dad, he super deserved it.”

JYL is like “sure am glad my brother in law killed my father in law, he super deserved it.”

JZX is like “sure am glad my dad died under mysterious circumstances i am not thinking about and that my didi is awesome and likes me.”

LWJ and WWX circle each other a while after things are settled. The Wen have moved down to some land around Yiling and are starting to thrive. WQ and WN have more or less been absorbed into the Jiang, WWX is back home and bickering with his brother. 

Wen Qing wants to throttle them both.

A-Yuan is with WWX and doing great. He already considers A-Ling his cousin.

LWJ eventually writes to JYL about WWX like “pls help, ur brother is an oblivious dumbass” and JYL goes to her brother in law like “how do you feel about matchmaking?”

So they wrangle LWJ and WWX together.

Along the way JYL sees the way JGY looks at LXC and NMJ and then happens to catch NHS’s eye and they come to a swift and silent agreement regarding that situation, which is also resolved to everyone’s satisfaction and basically JGY gets to spend the rest of his life being useful and appreciated with a large family and getting dicked down on the regular by two sect leaders the end.

[paranoiaparksandrec]

Cartman headcanons 👀

oh boy anon, youve opened the floodgate. he's my favorite character. prepare for long post, im on mobile so i cant do readmore. the only other character that might have this much info is tweek.

!!! WARNING, SENSITIVE CONTENT !!!

Height: 5'10"

Eyes: Left Blue, right Almost-Black Brown

Gender: Cis Male

Orientation: Gay

Build: Still fattish but grew up and not out. (S06E16)

==Disorders:===

Very Mild Schizophrenia (See: CupidMe), Dangerous Psychopath, ASPD

==Health Issues:==

Hypermobility in all joints, Insomnia

===Personality:===

Eric is full blown Chaotic Evil. He will go out of his way to hurt people for his own sick satisfaction. He's a sadist, and a psychopath. He's upped his "terrible person" status from when he was young, though he has learned to shut his mouth when acting good would help him more easily get his way. He plays nice a lot of the time. If you cross him, watch out, he's just as brutal as ever in his vengeance plans.

Eric has a hard time grasping other people's emotions, but is good at acting and pretending to experience empathy from years of practice and observation. He has no morals or conscience, always only looking to what benefits himself. Do not show weakness if you're not one of his friends/family. They and his cats are the only things he seems to actually care about.

===History of Sexual Abuse and Views on Sex:===

Eric has a very large history of sexual abuse and due to his experiences he views sex less as an act of intimacy and more one of humiliation for the receiving party. He will consent to sexual acts, but he actively refuses to be dominated and often will fall into his pattern of being vicious and taunting when allowed to dominate. He views oral sex especially as degrading and humiliating for the giving party and essentially as an act of power from the receiving party. He would have to be very, very close to someone and trust them completely to do anything he views as degrading for them.

===History:===

Eric stayed on generally the same path through middle and high school as he did in elementary school. His mom coddles and enables his behavior. He's pretty smart, but doesn't use it on school as much as things that actually matter to him personally. He's primarily used his expertise in cheating to get through his classes. He was offered AP classes but rapidly turned them down on the grounds that he didn't want to deal with more work than he has to. He tried joining the school paper but got kicked off for speaking his mind....way too much. He did play football throughout high school, often winning games by getting the other team to foul out for trying to deck him.

His mother married Clyde's father in the boys's Sophomore year of High School, dragging Eric out of his childhood home and into the Donovan's. He was really pissed about that for a good while, and kept the old Cartman house on the market by constantly fucking over or traumatizing anyone that tried to buy it. He and Clyde butted heads a lot first, but eventually learned to tolerate and maybe even like each other.

===Family:===

Clyde Donovan: Step-Brother. Eric thinks he's a dumbass, but he got attached after their parents got married- even though you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it. Eric's loyal, and that means he'll fuck you up if you mess with anyone he cares about. Clyde's on that list.

Liane Donovan (Cartman): Mother. He loves his mom a lot. She's a huge enabler and lets him get away with everything even if she did some fucked up shit to him when he was really little. (S01E05)

Jack Tenorman: Father. Patricide. Eric knows pretty much nothing about him aside from that he was a ginger and a Denver Bronco and he's perfectly content to keep it that way.

Roger Donovan: Step-Father. Eric's generally just impressed with Roger's overall existence. He was pissed at him for years for stealing his mom, and for trying to actually "dad" at him. He just kind of tolerates him for his mom and Clyde's sake. They're the only reason he hasn't taught the man a lesson for his attempts at discipline.

Other:

- Eyes are naturally almost-black brown but he had that donor-transplant from dead Kenny when he was eight so now he's got Kenny's eyes. One is Kenny's blue and the other turned back to brown after Kenny revived for some reason?? He can still see fine out of both. Odd. (S03E03)

- Due to having Kenny's eyes, Cartman is immune to Kenny's curse's amnesia effect. (S05E06)

- Insanely intelligent. Emphasis on insane.

- Loves literally anything with caffeine, especially tea and coffee and mountain dew.

- Openly gay. The movie Teeth was his breaking point. Came out of the closet in his junior year of high school. If you wanna really piss him off just say "Teeth". He hates it.

- Cats are his deepest weakness and pretty much one of the very few things he cares about besides himself. (S12E03)

- Still gives absolutely zero fucks about openly and publicly dressing up as a girl when a situation calls for it.

- Pretty strong when he feels like it from his football days.

- Great cook, if you want a very delicious heart-attack

- Tested out of language classes due to his self-taught fluency in Spanish and has a supernatural fluency in R'lyehian due to Cthulhu connection. He also knows conversational German, French, Dutch, and Mongolian. Currently learning Chinese and Portuguese.

- Joined band for exactly one week. Just long enough to get his mom to buy him a trombone and to learn how to do the WOMP WOMP WOOOOMP to mock people.

- Self-taught skills in playing the Pan Flute(S12E10), Piano(S07E09), Harmonica(S13E11), Violin(S08E09), Bass Drum(S21E07), and Guitar(S3E11).

-Has attained some weird religious balance between his own warped version of Catholicism and worshiping Cthulhu. (S14E12)

- Nose is a little crooked from being busted so many times (S12E09 and S19E01).

- Draws a lot and is a pretty good artist when he actually tries.

- Good at singing.

[gilbertgonzalezjr]

2010 - 2020 A Recap!

A decade, in an instant, told as only I can! (WARNING: Not for the faint of heart!) My Personal Highlights from 2010 - 2020

- Quit the California School for the Deaf after 10 year - Moved to Los Angeles - Had 22 [rotating] roommates in my one bedroom apt (just in the first year) - Got an agent, a manager, auditioned and started booking work as a Hollywood actor (Even recorded an original pop song in a major studio) - Got my certification and started working full time as an ASL interpreter. - Delivered my first sermon and became a preacher - Started a non-profit ministry - Rediscovered keto (formerly my version of “atkins”) and lost 100 lbs. - Got a boyfriend (my first [long term] relationship) - Met my 20+ year #1 favorite music artist: Celine Dion - Met many celebrities and influential people that I have always respected and admired and even became close friends with a couple of them. - Launched a video production ministry and started creating documentaries, short films, music videos, and featurettes of my own. - Officiated 2 marriage ceremonies - Got over my fear of flying - Tried mangos for the first time. I like them.

Life was good at the end of 2009. I was with my friends A LOT whom were (and still are) my family. I had just taught my first year of Bible Study and I was working at a job I really enjoyed… well, somewhat.

Now, I have never talked about this publicly before, but the school for the deaf taught me a lot in the 10 years I worked there to that point. I became involved because I loved to sign so much, I was really gifted at it, and I desperately wanted to help people (interpret). I wasn’t always greeted in the community with the same level of openness unfortunately. I was surrounded by very strong personalities and I was targeted a lot by the staff that were all much older than me. I was reminded of my place constantly. Comments about my youth, my “flamboyant” personality, and my being hearing (not deaf) would constantly come up as a negative. It became a hard place to work at. After a couple years of tolerating it, it began to wear on my health and I had to go on medication for anxiety. Staff members would brag to one another about how much they could put me through hoping I would quit or break. I was imitated, mocked, and teased endlessly. I was accused of “stealing” sign language (“their” language) for profit. I was not taken seriously by some and ignored entirely by others. One time, I was even removed from a Valentine’s Day party because the teacher didn’t want me to have a good time with the other staff and students knowing I bought them all small gifts with my own money. I was escorted by the teacher of the classroom to a printing room far across the other end of campus to make unnecessary copies of random books (“busy work”). She bragged about it later to our mutual supervisor. 

“You should have seen what I did to Gilbert earlier today. I got him so good! You should have seen the look on his face. Ugh! I don’t like him! He’s always so happy”.

My supervisor, whom I revered as a mentor, scolded her,

“You’re evil. What has he ever done to you?”,

to which the teacher replied,

“Nothing except that others, like you, like him. I just want to make sure he knows that I don’t like him and I don’t have to.”

It was classic bullying, by *staff*. I had come to learn that most people want what they perceive as “validation” and relevance so intensely that they are willing to take or create it however they can, especially at the expense of others… in whatever little corner of the world they are currently in.  At CSDF, specifically, there was a history of culture clashing from the deaf towards the hearing so a very tangible hostility was constantly felt by hearing staff members, even if they only meant to contribute and serve the community. It was super politically charged and I didn’t have the stomach to fight it everyday just to stay kind and happy in my daily interactions with other staff. I felt like I was in a pressure cooker and there was no place to come up for air. I knew I had to leave, or else it would make me just as bitter and jaded as they all were. I didn’t know how I was going to do that, but just around the corner, was my ticket to exceedingly do so. I was about to be free.

Four years after competing in American Idol (2006), I was contacted at the beginning of 2010 by the President of Nova Talent International: Tammi Smith. She knew of my singing and wanted me to join Team USA and compete in the World Championships of Performing Arts. Several months later, I was in Hollywood, CA, amongst 50 other American performers and 52 other countries all with their own teams of talented contestants. I won 5 silver medals, made the semi-finals of the competition, and met my first talent manager and acting coach. It was then that I called my boss and gave my notice at the school. Within 3 short weeks, I was living in the city of angels, out of my car, with only my clothes, my cats, and a massive amount of faith. It was the boldest move I have ever done in my life.

It took me a month to book my first commercial and get my own apartment. I had spent much of that initial time with my good friend Kiki who took me off the Inglewood streets and let me crash on her couch while I auditioned and made my daily rounds with agents and scouts. It was hectic and her hospitality saved my life. I love you, Kiki! Thank you so much!

I fell in love with the Los Angeles Dream Center and its pastor Matthew Barnett on my very first visit. I was scared because I didn’t want to invest into a Church community if the Pastor was going to end up speaking terrible things against the LGBT community like I had previously experienced in the Bay Area. I hadn’t had a home Church like this, where I felt welcomed and celebrated and was able to serve so openly. I became great friends with Pastor Matthew and became the Church’s sign language interpreter and even starred as a lead in their Christmas play. It was all so magical. I felt special, chosen, and like I was starting to cause real growth in overly conservative circles. I started close friendships with so many of the young adults that attended there (my age group). It was like I stumbled into a dream. It wasn’t long, however, before I realized I was the butt of so many jokes behind my back with my new “Christian” friends when I wasn’t around. I wasn’t aware that I was the only openly gay attendee at the Church. The support that I received to my face was diminished by the comments made about me when I was gone. “When will Gilbert stop being so rebellious and learn that being gay is a choice, and he can simply choose out of that lifestyle?” ”Gilbert wants to start a bible study? How can we trust him? He thinks it’s okay to be gay. Yeah, I don’t trust that. I will not be attending.” “I will never attend Gilbert’s wedding if he marries a man. That’s an abomination.” I began to distance myself from the very people that I thought were my new friends.

Soon even, after that.. I stumbled upon a subculture at the Church that I had never even considered before… closeted gay Christian men! It was such a phenomenon to me, but they had their own community. I was not raised Christian so I didn’t know that in some circles, you can be as flamboyantly gay and “out” as you want as long as you don’t identify with the word “gay” or wholly accept your attraction to other men. I found myself running in circles of gay men that were just as gay as me (and in some cases WAAAYY “gayer”) but they would never talk about it. In fact, they would go immediately silent when I would discuss my desire to date Zac Effron or the guy from the Betty Crocker potato commercial. I would be confronted with “Gilbert, you have to not feed that. That’s an attack on your identity by “the enemy” (meaning the devil). “You’re not gay. You’re straight. You just have to keep speaking it over yourself until you feel its truth.”

I was so confused because I thought that being a Christian meant you had to live openly and honestly and it was *profoundly* obvious that none of us liked women. For some in the community, they would still even date girls and would go through the charade of pretending to be into them hoping that their attractions would be “corrected” and change one glorious day. It grieved me to see all these girls that thought they were dating the holiest boys around because they refused to touch them. The girlfriends did not want to accept or even see that their boyfriends were refusing to touch them only because they would rather be touching each other instead of the girls. Often they even would. I can’t tell  you how many times we would be hanging out and things would become so intensely homoerotic, that it would even make me uncomfortable. That was the secret though… they could “act gay” and indulge in that behavior in private because they were able to “release” with one another without acknowledging the constant elephant in the room. It was a level of delusion that I just couldn’t get into. I separated from all individuals within that community...  with the exception of one. The truth is, I had fallen deeply in love with one of them. He and I had insane chemistry... and I remained in that hopelessly romantic place with him... for 6 solid years.

For 6 years, I waited for this young man to wake up and understand it was okay to be both gay and Christian. I wanted him to be free and hoped that we could be together, officially. He never made that journey though. In fact, he confessed that was too afraid of what others thought and what his family would think and feel. His parents were famous ministers and he put his entire worth and value on his and their reputation. We had long talks about it, and hard conversations about our mutual attractions to one another. (He didn’t trust himself to sleep over at my apartment). Because I was the only one who was willing to acknowledge that I was gay, I was in an impossible situation.  The desire and weight of making the first romantic move was on me, full force, but as a friend, I also wanted to respect his “attempted” orientation as a “straight” man. The situation put us both in a constant stalemate.

Like most instances of unrequited love, or being stuck in “friendsville”, I couldn’t move forward because I was blinded by what could be, right in front of me. I was also plagued with insecurities stemming from our dynamic. “Was I not good enough to come out for?” “Was I not attractive enough to push this relationship past ‘friends’ into something more?” were my constant thoughts. Most importantly, I attributed my waiting for him to God. I wanted to do this God’s way and thought that waiting was achieving that. Love is “long suffering” and “about the other person” I would tell myself, I would quote Galatians 6:9 over myself and my situation everyday hoping God would reward me and allow this guy to “get it” and go on a journey that would end with him in my arms… but it never happened. I had enough at the close of 2016 and decided to kick myself out of friendsville. After Church one day, he walked me towards my car and half way there, I stopped him. I took him to a secluded corner, looked him dead in the eye, and asked him out on our first official “date”. He smiled and looked intrigued. He told me that he would consider it. I asked him to consider it himself and to not discuss it with the “non-affirming” people in his life that believed being gay was wrong. He agreed but then broke his promise later that day when he asked three different people what they think he should do. (I wanted this to be a decision he made, alone, for the first time, for him.) He came back very angry. He said that he now saw this all as a betrayal to our 6 year friendship and I had to accept that. I was was now the bad guy. It was my worst fear, but at that time I didn’t care. It was the key to my sanity. I had to realize that he was living a life for the approval of others… not himself. A relationship wouldn’t have worked for us that way. He was mad that I wouldn’t continue the charade anymore of staying in the “undefined” place we were always in. It was the hardest I grieved and the hardest path back to healing I had ever had to take. The only other time I cried that hard and that often in the weeks that followed was when my grandmother died. A broken heart does feel like a death, because it is. The harder part was feeling like I had to forgive God for never giving me what I waited 6 years for, and yes, I felt like He was the one that asked me to wait. It was a difficult journey. I was hurt and angry with God but that had to process quickly. I was still a minister and the ministry was counting on me to walk out what I had always taught them to.

The other big journey during this decade was not just discovering the Gay Christian community, but becoming an established leader in it and starting my own ministry.

I didn’t know what I was in for. It has been the most fulfilling journey and also the most challenging. I had thought gay Christian ministry was gonna be rainbows, unicorns, pizza, and movie nights while we all discussed how great Jesus was… and boy was I wrong. No matter how much I wanted to avoid it, politics kept coming up… government and “Church” politics. It was something I still have to get used to. I also met the combative side of people that can be so vocal about what they want from me, that they are willing to act out in unbelievable and often dangerous ways to try and force me to give it to them. I wasn’t prepared for that, and I faced it often (and still do).

Also, I originally believed that it was only the non-affirming world that didn’t understand me, personally and my perspective on life and faith, but I must admit that the times I have felt the most misunderstood, isolated, and alienated in my life was by my very own gay Christian community. I still love ministry and what I do, and it is still the place that I feel I do the most good, but the journey has been far from a walk in the park.

Since 2010, I have had an unusual amount of Judases in my life. My own talent manager (and close friend) went after my former roommate (whom I had strong feelings for) and he moved him into his yacht when I was at work. I came home to an empty apartment. They thought it would be fun to call me on speaker phone and brag about their new affair. I lost a manager, and roommate and gained a broken heart all in one horrific night. My anxiety attack was so bad that night, I thought I was going to die and nearly called 911. My second talent manager was no better. He moved a younger guy in with me from the UK so that he could have “sexual access” to him whenever he wanted. At first, he told me it was because he was a fellow actor, but once he later confessed his true motive, I never let him in my house again and protected my roommate (whom had become a close friend) at all costs.

In 2014, I had a ministry partner and best friend who tried to steal the ministry from under me and was collecting people behind my back to start his own Church. He was only moderately successful, and then when his Church launched, he burned his bridge with every single person that left me for him in a matter of days. I knew God would justify me, but it still hurt. During this time, one of my absolute closest and most trusted friends started sending homemade Snapchat porn to the members of the ministry behind my back. I had just helped him patch up things with his fiance (another Phoenix member) after he was caught by multiple members having an affair. And then in 2017, one of my closest friends whom had seen all the other stuff unfold, suffered a stroke and during his healing, began to actually self destruct. He turned on me and started pursuing very young members in our ministry, confessing to them that he enjoyed that they looked underage because that’s what he was sexually attracted to. I dealt with all of this at the time of being dumped by my boyfriend who I caught texting his female ex. Later, I found out that he had lied to me about his feelings towards her and how often they were in contact and were even still seeing each other. I felt like the world was caving in on me. The members I was pouring into the most were growing increasingly more unreliable and yet more demanding of me and my time. Then, a third leader (also a close friend) informed me that he too was stepping down. I didn’t know if I had it in me to continue anymore. I nearly gave up... but I didn’t. I pushed through, and I am so glad that I did.��

My 7 year journey with ministry has been some of the most exciting and fulfilling years I have ever had, but it has also caused me the most pain. I can see why some ministers leave the call and never return, remaining bitter and jaded. I don’t judge them. My heart goes out to them. We are all human and we all have our limit of what we are able to handle. I will say this though.... if you attend a Church or a Bible Study... be on time. Be reliable, and help out wherever you can. The leader needs all the help that they can get and they are doing this as a sacrifice of love, not obligation. They deserve your constant respect. I’ve learned that you can’t join a walk of life where you pour into the best of people without seeing and experiencing their worst as well, myself included. I have had to grow at an exponential rate to keep up with what I was teaching others. I believe the best teachers are  the ones that lead by example and therefore I want to always deliver a great example.

Being a minister is a path not meant for all, but for those that choose it, what a painfully glorious one it is. I will have to keep you updated as this is still a path I am on, growing every day, still trying to encourage others every day. I can share now that what I have learned the most is boundaries. I have learned that “yes” and “no” wield far more power than I could have ever imagined, and going forward, I intend to wield that power more and more, and hopefully in the future… without guilt.

Meeting Celine Dion earlier this year and watching our interaction go viral on the internet was surreal. It changed me forever by showing me that anything really is possible. We have always heard it in school, but to have evidence that dreams come true can be overwhelming in the most wonderful way. The moment her and I shared is something I have only wished in my heart until that point, nearly certain it would never get to happen. Thanks to God, the joke was on me.

Ending the year with our 6th annual Christmas video, “Extraordinary Merry Christmas” was appropriate on so many levels. The concept of the video is simple, “what makes a Christmas season ‘extraordinary’ is just the people you choose to spend it with.” I think this statement is far more true than just being limited to the holiday season. I think what makes life ‘extraordinary’ is also based off the individuals we meet and the relationships we get to cherish along the way.

My platonic soul mate Theresa Eugenio shared this song with me by the Jonas Brothers earlier both by phone and by her 2019 post and I would like to share it with you with a dedication as well. Going into 2020, I am more guarded with my time and my peace of mind. Yes, I am more of an introvert and far less social, but when I do engage, I do so with intention. I want people to be off their phones, and unveiled with me. I also want people to feel loved and supported by me like never before because I have learned that that truly is what is most important in any interaction.

Thank you to everyone that made this decade one to remember. It is absolutely my most EPIC decade to date. Let’s see if the next 10 years can compete. (SPOILER ALERT: I have a feeling that the next 10 years will not only will be able to compete these past 10, but they will be FAARR better! The best is truly yet to come… not only for me, but for all of us!

Happy New Year! God bless! 

[rahfelmahdi]

Is Social Media Trolling Ever Productive?

Opinions are things that everyone is entitled to have. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion about something and that is totally fine, what really matters is how they act upon the opinion. Some people keep them to themselves, some people spread them respectfully while listening to others, some people don’t harmfully act upon them, but some others do. But how far can the harm go? Can it ever be useful?

Over the past decade or so, people have expressed their opinions online more openly and often in much harsher and harmful ways than they would have if it were a personal interaction. That has been defined as trolling, or at other times, cyber-bullying. What’s the difference?

Trolling has been defined as creating discord on the Internet by starting quarrels or upsetting people by posting inflammatory or off-topic messages in an online community. Basically, a social media troll is someone who purposely says something controversial in order to get a rise out of other users. (Hanson J, 2019) Whereas trolls focus on being a nuisance to online communities, cyberbullies target individuals. Rather than post generally inflammatory statements, they post vicious things about a single person with a goal of shaming or intimidation. (Mcdunnigan M, 2019)

After looking at the definitions, is there really any difference between the two? They’re both hateful comments or actions thrown at someone, some are meant to be public and some are meant to be directed to the person to threaten or disrespect them. Either publicly or privately.

Now the question is, could trolling ever be useful? Let’s dig deeper.

A case to look at that kind of reflects both cyberbullying and trolling is a recent one that happened with a fashion blogger called Dina Torkia. She is a Muslim British blogger, born to an Egyptian father and a British mother, who has started blogging 10 years ago on YouTube. She was a full-time hijabi and started off her blogging career as one. She was exploring modest fashion and her main drive was to showcase how there’s more to hijabi fashion than ugly baggy clothes, and that it can be classy and there’s so much room for style and exploration. (Barr S, 2018)

With time, she started feeling differently about her headscarf and decided to take it off after wearing it for 20 years. The backlash she got was insane. She got cyberbullied by so many of her followers through her DMS and comments section on Instagram and YouTube and trolled by several “Muslim” channels on YouTube. Claiming that they are trying to expose her, or make sense of her decision, or claim things she never said just to stir up drama and evidently get more views and attention since she’s one of the top Muslim YouTubers with the most views. They basically added gas to the fire for the sake of their own exposure, which brought so much hate towards her than what already existed. (Nabbout M, 2019)

People’s reactions were inexplicable, and unjustifiable, and had no relation whatsoever with what Islam really is or what it preaches in any way. Modesty can be practiced in a thousand and one ways; her headscarf was only one of them. And while many people claimed that she was selling herself and her modesty, that she did it all for the money. Their actions if anything were the most immodest in this scenario.

She later posted a 47 minute long video called “The Bad, The Worse and The Ugly”. It was a video of her reading all the terrible hurtful comments people left on her videos after she posted her first photo and video online without her headscarf, and particularly increased after the video posted by the “Muslim” YouTube channel. It was a painful example of how disgusting humans can get because they’re hiding behind a screen. It was showing the true colors of certain people and how in no way they represent the modesty they’re defending nor the Islam they preach. It was an eye-opener. (Prideaux S, 2019)

It would raise a lot of questions. Related to societies, their double standards, their actual motivation for support, their harshness, their understanding of Islam and modesty and of course, how bad trolling and cyberbullying can get for something so... small. It’s just a piece of cloth on somebody’s head, it’s their relationship with God and their own journey. How can such an innocent act result in so much hate and pain for her and her family? How is that ethical?

Attached is the video she posted on youtube.

WARNING: This video contains sensitive language.

On the flip side, there’s another case that has struck much debate in the Egyptian society recently, and it is one that involves the football player Amr Warda. He was supposed to be part of the national team during the African cup of nations. He DMed a model through her story in a flirty manner and she exposed him for doing so because it was quite shocking since he’s not only in a position where he’s not supposed to be doing that but also should be focused on the mission he’s on for his own country’s sake. When she exposed him, people started spreading a lot of hate about him. A lot of others were defending him. There was even a hashtag that was made to support him because some Egyptians, which were particularly young men his age, thought what he was doing was normal. And that girls were making a big deal out of it; she was in fact “happy” she got that message that’s why she was “showing it off”. And so much more cr*p.(Douihech M, 2019)

More girls started exposing him, because they felt the need to show his true colors and that he does not deserve the support he’s getting. They even shared some voice notes of him forcing himself on some girls to come to his hotel room, and him getting angry and offended when they declined his offer. Sadly, but quite expectedly, the media for the most part were supporting him as well. And asking, ‘why did girls reply to his DMS on Instagram anyway??’. (Khalife L, 2019)

But due to Egypt being put under the spotlight, especially that it was the hosting country for the African Cup of Nations, and the issue getting more attention, the Egyptian national team management felt the need to suspend him from the team for a few games. But brought him back a short while later. Almost, like nothing ever happened. (Douihech M, 2019)

Did he get what he deserved, at least slightly? Yes. Did trolling and exposing him perhaps be of any good in this situation? Probably. He did receive a large amount of hate, which he deserved, but in my opinion, the word for this situation is exposing him and not so much trolling him.

In my opinion, I believe trolling, in general, is a terrible unethical practice that nobody should practice nor participate in and that is simply because it is based on harmful intentions and the motivation to do bad and cause harm. Which are all elements for destruction, and once our intentions as humans are ill or evil, it starts a cycle of chaos? It is the reason behind all the chaos in the world right now. Bad intention. This is why I mentioned Amr Warda's case was more exposing him than trolling him because the core intention was not bad. It was fueled by the desire to expose a bad that he has put in the world, to potentially make him get the punishment he deserves to make other people watch out from him.

 It all lies in good intentions and the core motivation behind doing what you’re doing. Just don’t be bad to people man. Learn to respect them and respectfully say your opinion. Learn to fill yourself with love and have good intentions with your actions. The world would be great. Damn, what a world that would be.

 List of References - 

https://www.thenational.ae/lifestyle/i-hope-you-die-influencer-dina-torkia-shares-shocking-amount-of-abuse-she-s-received-since-taking-hijab-off-1.809869

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6554641/YouTube-star-reads-abuse-received-stopped-wearing-hijab.html

https://stepfeed.com/muslim-youtuber-received-a-bunch-of-hate-comments-after-taking-off-hijab-4766

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/dina-torkia-youtube-hijab-video-fashion-modesty-style-a8176081.html

https://itstillworks.com/difference-between-troll-cyberbully-5054.html

https://unlcms.unl.edu/engineering/james-hanson/trolls-and-their-impact-social-media

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2017/apr/05/online-trolls-comments

https://www.thesundaily.my/sport/egypt-footballer-amr-warda-banned-over-sexual-harassment-claims-XD1027671

https://orangefootballclub.com/en/articles/amr-warda-scandal/

https://stepfeed.com/women-are-exposing-this-egyptian-footballer-for-sexual-harassment-2052