#hate anons don’t bother me but the stupidity of them does

[revehae]

u dont like the phrase “brought it upon themselves” but ur the one writing and getting off on women getting r*ped…horrible

well yes! now what?

the average hate anon when they realize i am capable of being a degenerate AND having serious conversations about something i experienced first-hand. this stuff actually gets boring like i think i would really like it if somebody sent me something that made it seem like they were genuinely interested in having a productive conversation about SA rather than acting like i killed their mother. but no it’s always “revehae why did you make this man rape this woman because your fics obviously directly cause men with their own free will to sexually assault women?”

like my bad for being able to draw the line between fiction and reality. my bad for not approving of language that perpetuates rape myths. not sure who i thought i was 😖

and before somebody says “but revehae don’t you use that kind of language in your fics-” thank you for pointing that out. it’s not like they’re being written partially from the perspectives of men who believe in incel ideology. that would be crazy. wouldn’t it?

[yurilover000]

idk why i keep thinking abt angsty loser!ellie… she is my baby

nsfw! just ellie masturbating n crying (me) 𝜗𝜚

pts 2 & 3 already posted!

a wonderful anon said my fic reminded them of this song and they r so right… listen to it rn

daily click! do not buy tlou free palestine 🇵🇸

ellie was so in love with you. she is so in love with you.

you are her light. your smile, your laugh, your everything. she just couldn’t get enough of you. being friends with you was probably the best blessing god could ever gift her, yet also the worst punishment.

she knew she could never have you.

not in the way she wanted, anyway.

you talk ellie’s ear off almost everyday, and ellie never gets tired of it. your sweet voice that felt like pure honey and warmth being poured into her ears. so sickly sweet. she swore you were a siren of some sort.

you were so perfect and you didn’t even know it. you would tell ellie about your escapades and little ‘situationships’ as you’d like to call it, and it made her sick. every last person you talked about seemed like shit. she couldn’t believe that you thought that’s all you were worthy of.

she would worship you if you gave her the chance.

she told you the same thing each time: “fuck them. you know you’re too pretty for them anyway.”

and you were always grateful for her. who else would remind you of your worth? you needed her, she was your rock. your fidgety, awkwardly nerdy rock.

she was always the shy type. or she was around you, at least. she was never too bashful, but sometimes she’d slip and show you just how nervous you make her. her freckled skin would turn all pink, her eyes avoiding your gaze. she’d have an awkward, thin-lipped smile, and you could feel the clamminess of her hands if she was touching you. you’d find it cute, how she’d just melt if you two were touching or you’d give her a compliment on literally anything.

but what you didn’t know, is how she hated herself for it.

after anytime you two hung out, she’d go home, stomping to her room and looking down at her feet. “so fucking stupid.” she’d mutter to herself, thinking of all the times she stuttered around you or got all warm in the face. but without fail, each little mishap would lead to her in her bed, a string of curses leaving her mouth while pathetically fingering herself to the thought of you.

one particular night, she had shown up to your house unannounced. knocking at your door, leaning back on her heels as she waited for you to open up.

she doesn’t normally do this. she never does this. but she thought maybe you two had gotten close enough. just enough for her to show up at your home anytime she felt like seeing you.

so when you opened the door, and she saw your hair a bit disheveled, your cheeks flushed and what appeared to be a hickey below your jaw, that thought quickly went away.

“fuck, els. i’m sorry but… really bad timing.”

you said with a light chuckle, giving her an apologetic smile. she just stared at you, eyes wide and her cheeks red.

“fuck. i’m sorry, shit. i don’t know why i showed up here— i wasn’t thinking. sorry.”

she mutters, stuttering over her words. she hated how her tummy got all fuzzy and how her boxers suddenly felt all warm and soaked. all while having the biggest lump in her throat.

before you could say anything back, she was already speed walking away from your front door, down to her car. she got in and drove away, not even bothering to see if you were still there, watching her.

she felt so fucking stupid. her vision was blurry as she drove home, speeding until she finally parked in her driveway. who the fuck was in your house? which one was it fucking you? did they even love you like she did? she wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

she swung the door open, then slammed it behind her as she ran to her room. she closed the door and locked in, and let the tears flow. she kicked her beat up converse off, and aggressively rubbed her cheeks to get rid of the wet tears that rolled down them.

“fucking idiot.”

“why the fuck would i?— god.”

“what did i think? she doesn’t love me.”

she mumbles to herself, all through hiccups and stuttered breaths. her pretty cheeks are wet with hot tears, her eyes red and watery. even her poor nose is all stuffed up, making her sound nasally as she dumbly insults herself.

one by one, she removes her clothes. she fiddles with the button of her jeans and undoes it, hooking her thumbs under the band of her boxers at the same time, and kicks it all off. she then moves to her hoodie, messily taking it off and cursing when it gets stuck on her little bun. she even takes her sports bra off, which she never does.

fully naked and vulnerable, she turns all the lights off and crawls into bed.

she sobs into her pillow, feeling like some pathetic idiot. she doesn’t know why she ever thought you’d feel for her the way she feels for you. she felt so fucking perverted too— getting wet over the idea of you getting fucked. getting wet over your smile, your touch.

she sniffles, her slender hand slithering down to her pussy. she sighs as her middle finger lightly swipes by her clit, feeling just how wet she is. she brings her ring finger into the mix and circles her clit, gathering all the wetness from her clenching hole.

she moans, quietly. ellie isn’t typically a moaner, but she is right now. she is for you. she rubs her clit rapidly, the sounds of her squelching pussy filling her dark room. she closes her eyes, not wanting to cum too quick. she stars to think about you, and her fingers go to plug her hole.

she imagines you below her, giving her that sweet smile as she made love to you. she wanted to love you so bad, it hurt.

“oh god— shit,” she whined to herself, legs spread and feet planted on her bed, knees bent as she mercilessly fucked herself to the thought of you. she wanted to make you cum by her fingers, mouth, cunt— whatever the fuck you wanted.

her imagination switched to your mouth on her pussy, lapping at her clit and eating her out like you’d die if you didn’t. she let out a shaky whine, imagining that her fingers were your tongue, moving in and out of her as your nose nudged her clit.

ellie’s breath sped up, her eyebrows knitted upwards as she felt that hot, sticky feeling in her belly just come flooding out. her cunt pushed out and clenched around her fingers, as she cums with a strangled cry. her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her thighs trembling as her slick came gushing out of her, staining her sheets below her.

she slowly pulled her fingers out, catching her breath. she could feel her heart in her ears. but the ache never left. she’s still crying, just not as theatrically. she doesn’t even bother cleaning herself up or her bed, just turning to the side and hugging her pillow. she shoves her face into the plush pillow, her wet face dampening the fabric. and there, cum sticking her thighs and pussy together, naked, she fell asleep.

and she’ll never move on, either. you haunt her, even in her dreams. doomed to love you in every reality.

aaakkk i dunno how to end these 😖 this is my first fic(?) drabble thingy ever so pls be gentle haha lol ☺️☺️☺️👍

this is so rushed bai 😑

[charliemwrites]

Part…. 4 (?) technically of the childhood friend Simon Thought:

(For 🦖 anon who asked for fluff!)

John Price has been on the receiving end of many a gun. That’s nothing new; that’s a normal Tuesday. He’s even had civilians point guns at him.

This is the first time a teammate’s family member has pointed a gun at him, though. If was going to be anyone’s, it would be Ghost’s.

You even have that same look he gets, cold calculation. Peace with bloodshed. Your are absolutely ready to end John’s life right there.

He explains the situation and you listen calmly, hands steady. When he’s done, you reach into your oversized hoodie and extract your phone. Open it and tap at it without wavering from him once.

It rings, but doesn’t pick up. You frown, eyes narrowing a bit. Then click something else, hold it to your ear.

“Hi, Johnny!” You chirp. “Where’s Si right now?”

A pause as he seems to answer. Your eyes soften a bit.

“And your captain?”

Another pause. You drop the gun with a sheepish look.

“No, no, he’s here. Um… I’ll explain later, bye.”

You hang up, click the safety on.

“It’s nice to meet you, captain price, sorry for almost shooting you.”

—

Simon’s awake when you enter the hospital room, sitting up with a black mask over the bottom half of his face. He clocks you as soon as you enter, eyes getting all big and disbelieving.

“Hi, sunshine,” you coo, hurrying to his side.

He lets you crowd onto the tiny cot by his hip, reaching for you to bonk your foreheads together.

“You’re here?” he whispers.

“Always,” you answer.

He lets you sit back after a moment and you instantly begin fussing at him - smoothing is mussed blond curls and fixing his monitor cords so that he doesn’t accidentally pull at them.

“I can’t believe you got shot,” you sigh, “don’t they give you vests or something?”

“Can’t put a vest on a leg.”

You scrunch up your face. “Maybe they should. Christ, billions of pounds in the military and your stupid leggies are unprotected?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “What’re you callin’ ‘em stupid for?”

“Because one has a hole in it.”

You tug his mask down to see his silly grin. It washes over you all at once that you could have lost him today. Never saw that smile again. But you didn’t, because he has a team now. A good one. One that came and got you when it mattered.

“I almost shot your captain.”

“Bet he was chuffed about that.”

“He lectured me about gun laws.”

He snorts, tugs at a lock of hair. “I’ll have a word with him. Just try not to murder him again. He’s not so bad.”

You hum, smiling that smug smile you know he “hates.”

“Oh? Has mister lone wolf found a pack?” you tease. “Have you been adopted, Si Guy?”

He groans, eyes going skyward asking for mercy from a god he does not believe in.

“Alright, alright - I’ve already been shot, no need to take the piss, luv.”

“There’s every need. I bet all these wankers are too scared of the big bad Ghost.”

He tries to glare. You boop his nose, grinning.

“For a good reason - I’d gut ‘em.”

You roll your eyes. He must forget that you used to be taller than him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m quakin’ in my Gucci boots.”

“Those are not Gucci, you little tart.”

You kick off your non-Gucci shoes and climb in with him, help him scoot to avoid bothering his wounds. He leans his head into your shoulder as you pull out your phone to show him all the silly videos you saved since the last time you saw him.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Erm so I. Accidentally started ranting. Oopsies

I think it's silly to draw Killers soul in a constant target shape in erm found family kinda trope. Yk. When everyone gets along and is happy and they also jokingly bully Killer and excessive amount. And Killers in stage 2 through all of it. How honest is Killer truly being?

And also (going off track) why does he get bullied an excessive amount, because I see no love coming from that,, to like jokingly shit on someone, yeah, sure I understand, people do that, it can be funny, but it's just.... so much..... like. Killer can't even breathe without being shit on. Maybe saying he's getting shit on is not the best way to word it but,,,,,,, anyways Killer gets bullied so much I don't even. I can't even see it as funny anymore. He gets bullied, and no affection given, and it's even more deprivating seeing how the others who surround him, the group he's supposedly a part of, is all love and affection and they obviously share affection and all 'at

And then there's Killer. Only there to mess things up and harass everyone. He talks too much, and when getting ignored he starts talking about sensitive topics for something to come out of the other. Just something to say he's real, something to show he's somehow still a part of whatever this is. He's not treated as an outside, but he sure as hell ain't being treated as someone that matters. It shouldn't bother him though. The treatment isn't new, he's used to this, he's fine. He shouldn't be petty about not getting a lil affection

Killers literally so hated that the version of horror that's so desperate to keep everyone healthy and to not let anyone starve, literally leaves Killer to starve for a day. Sighs idk I'm just not dealing with Killer constantly getting bullied all the time,,,, it's funny every now and then but Jesus it's so excessive I can't even— anyways I have no solution for this because the best situation is to leave the ones hurting you but. Sighsssssssss

I'm just. Stopping myself here, imma go eat

No, i completely understand you, anon. I used to also be a target of excessive bullying (both in school and in my family unit), so that shit doesn’t appeal to me. It’s not funny or cute, especially when it’s done to a character whose use that type of treatment and far worse, and keeps seeing examples of what the dynamic should and could be, but for some reason he’s not allowed to experience that??

I also hate it when in Bad Sans Family dynamics they treat Killer like he’s an idiot or an annoying child, always messing things up and everyone just fucking hates him for some reason despite claiming not to??

In my mind, if Killer is excessively in Stage 2 during these types of dynamics, then his ass is just playing along. They treat him like shit despite claiming to care or be family or be friends, no different than what Chara did, there’s no way he’d allow himself to be in Stage 1 around them. He can’t trust them not to fuck him up anymore than he already is.

And Stage 1 is excessively a lot more emotionally fragile and sensitive than he is in Stage 2. Killer doesn’t need bullying and degrading comments when he’s in such a vulnerable, fragile state. That’s not a sign of love or affection for Stage 1.

A lot of people don’t seem to understand that Killer is a victim of awful, prolonged abuse and torture—he’s not just a violent stupid serial killer, he is a victim of forced perpetration. He is not going to react to these things like Horror or Murder would.

In fact, even with a Bad Sans Family, his circumstances still mirror the one he had with Chara—killing people, hurting people, doing it with people who claim to be friends or family, even all those violent bloody fights people portray Killer and Murder having is no different than what likely happened with Chara.

Stage 1 is not going to be stabbing people to show affection or licking blood off knives or doing anything that he does in Stage 2. Because that is a version of Killer that is more Sans-like, you know, a Sans that never wanted any of this. A version of Sans who is constantly filled with overwhelming fear, guilt, shame, pain, longing for his home and his brother. Who is still out there, looking for him.

It reminds me of a quote a came across, but can’t quite remember. Something about how a girl wakes up in her bed in a house, screaming and crying about how she wants to go home—but the speaker and the family is confused, because she already is home.

[luvsfootball]

you are enough - jamal musiala.

requested by - anon.

request - fic idea for musiala! since he came second to jude in the golden boy rankings, he feels insecure always being compared to jude, and reader reassures him.

author’s note - i made reader jude’s sister, i hope you don’t mind!

when he found out that jude had won the kopa trophy, jamal couldn’t hide the certain amount of jealousy.

he put a happy face on for the camera to send his dear old friend a congratulations video, but deep inside, he felt like he hadn’t done enough this season.

of course he was happy for his friend. he knew jude deserved it but he was just feeling down. on twitter, he had seen people compare him to jude.

saying things like ‘jude was a better footballer’ and ‘he didn’t deserve to date jude’s sister’.

you always laughed at the comments and told him that he shouldn’t listen to the trolls, but he couldn’t help it. he’d sit up at late hours and scroll through his replies, feeling devestated at some of the hate.

one night, you woke up at the brightness of his screen. you didn’t let him know you had woken up because he would usually apologise profusely for waking you.

but when you saw what he was looking at, you had to make yourself known.

“jamal, please don’t be reading that stuff,” you muttered, placing a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. he jumped a little at your voice but he did turn his phone off.

he leaned back into the comfort of the bed but even though you fell back asleep, he was wide awake.

in two days time, jude would win the kopa trophy and he wasn’t. he wasn’t enough.

+

“come on, i know there’s something wrong with you,” you frowned, playing with jamal’s hair as you both watched the ballon d’or ceremony.

“i’m fine. i’ve just been feeling tired lately.”

you left it but you knew that he was lying. he hadn’t been his usual talkative self and was just busying himself with work and house chores.

when you came back from your own job, you found him doing the washing, something he normally hated doing.

the first award was the kopa trophy and when you heard them announce jude’s name and saw jamal’s face, that’s when you realised.

his congratulations speech came up and even though he looked happy, you could see it in his eyes that he was upset.

“jamal, is this what’s been bothering you?”

he didn’t say anything - an obvious sign that you were right.

“listen, you’re an amazing footballer. just because jude won the trophy doesn’t make you any worse,” you comforted him.

“it does though. i did so much and it still wasn’t enough.”

“you are enough.”

his cheeks blushed a bright red and you smiled at him. “if it makes it any better, jude’s pants look stupid.”

jamal let out a laugh. “i’m going to tell him you said that.” you giggled at the thought of your brother getting offended at your comment on his pants. “they do though,” jamal responded.

he passed you the remote, a silent tell to turn it over. “wait, let me take a photo.”

jamal groaned at what you were capturing. it was a photo of him and jude back from when they played for england together, both with horrendous hairstyles.

[utilitycaster]

What’s wild to me is when the purple and black hearts stans start lying about how a lot of beaujes shippers reacted to beauyahsa. Like they were out here calling beauyasha a ship for straight people and accusing the cast of queerbaiting because one wlw ship was canon instead of another one. I’ll never forget when someone said that Beau was a problematic predatory lesbian stereotype because they were mad she never confessed her feelings for Jester.

It goes to what you’ve been saying that very little has happened between Laudna and Imogen romantically so a lot of people have resorted to yelling about other things and accusing people who don’t like the ship of being homophobic. As a lesbian I wanted to love the ship so much but it doesn’t interest in and it’s so disheartening to be accused of hating wlw relationship or be told that I’m not watching the show right.

Hey anon,

I feel like I keep using the word "ahistoric" but god does it fit like...the ugly truth is that, at least on Tumblr, the main detractors from Beauyasha by the end of the campaign were people who shipped Beau and Jester; again, there will always be some misogyny and homophobia and bigotry in the fandom so long as these exist in the real world, but like, it was not homophobes saying Beauyasha was For The Straights.

(also...how is it problematic and predatory to...not confess your feelings for someone if you have no intention of acting on them because you and they are both in other relationships. This is besides the point of this ask but I swear the people who were mad at the C2 canon ships were on a new level of dipshittery; they kept asking for Closure (TM) and it's like most normal people, if they have an unrequited crush and then enter into a relationship with someone else, never tell the person about the crush because it's awkward and there's literally nothing to do or say about it. Like, the typical path forward for closure is like, telling your therapist or journalling or making an angsty playlist, not Confessing Your Love while you're both in relationships with someone else.)

I do think this history is relevant though because in many ways...the behavior of people who shipped Beau and Jester paved the way for the open dislike of Imogen and Laudna we see today. Why should I listen to someone who calls me homophobic for not liking a lesbian ship when they called me homophobic and straight last campaign for liking a lesbian ship they didn't like? Why would I ever listen to a random person who does not know me through anything but our shared interest in the same Actual Play show's assessment of my feminist credentials based on the fact that I don't want the same two characters to kiss as they do? Why would I ever bother to try hit their ever moving target instead of saying "ok" and moving on?

Which isn't to say it doesn't suck. I've gotten questions about how to not be bothered or disheartened before from others, and I don't have great advice because I happen to just, through a combination of personal experience and natural tendencies not be much of a people pleaser, but like...I mean, you're the only person who can know if you're a lesbian. That's really it. Not particularly caring about a specific F/F ship very obviously does not disqualify you from being a lesbian, which we know because otherwise we could just as easily say that not shipping Beauyasha would disqualify you from being a lesbian. They can say whatever they want; it's annoying, but it's bullshit and I think even they know it. (the alternative of course is that they're very, very stupid and do not know it.)

[eebeewrites]

Hi, when I was reading the parent fic, and callon pointed out how she’s like Alex in her perfectionism, or how she’d get really upset if she did something wrong, and Alex having an, “she does think like me, oh god, she does think like me”. I want them happy but happiness hits harder when angst is there to lead it (my ocs both hate and love me)

Alex talked about how him and his sister were always pushed to be good at everything which caused them both problems. So i feel like Alex would try and make sure she knows she doesn’t have to be always perfect and always good. But she keeps having the perfectionism mindset and it worries Alex. Especially with what happened with his sister. He starts worrying if he somehow taught or made her feel like that without noticing. He didn’t. She just really looks up to him and wants to be like him and she sees him as really good, smart and independent and basically perfect. He somehow comforts her and while she still tries to be like her dad she doesn’t try to be so independent and perfect all the time, she still is but now it’s just her personality

I’m sleep deprived so this concept is a bit shit but I love these stories and I for some reason get ideas when tired

~⭐️anon

this is so cute hhh

“Happiness hits harder when angst is there to lead it” banger.

Gonna use this ask to dump a few more parenting drabbles here. This was sitting in my drafts FOREVER but I just. Man, I love when characters heal from their trauma and can be happy. That’s so fucking cool.

Side note. I still use the orange heart emoji for tali rather than the circle when they’re all texting just bc I feel it’s more recognizable and keeps things consistent . Also reader is referred to as ‘you’ in these even if these aren’t explicitly x reader stories. You’re just a character in the overarching lore now, congrats!

I wrote a lot of these lately and I’m not sure what that means . Also I really like writing these two and Tali and reader in the future, so feel free to send me more ‘epilogue’ type asks

More Callon/Alex Misc Parenting Drabbles

Alex could tell something was off.

He watched Ellie lay on the sofa, the television on but her mind clearly elsewhere. Usually on days he didn’t work, she was always excited for the three of them to do something together. He was grateful he could work part time due to Callon’s ‘inheritance’; opting for a schedule that allowed him to spend the most time with his family: he’d work three twelve hours shifts at the lab, then spend the rest of the week and the weekend with the two of them. He worked hard to get where he was, getting through college, medical school, and residency, but spending time with Callon and Ellie was just as important.

He was home today for the first time this week. Despite the nice weather, Ellie just layed on the couch, mindlessly watching TV. She didn’t look too happy when him and Callon picked her up either, but she insisted she was just tired. After all, kindergarten was still fairly new, and it had only been a few months. Still, the look on her face said it all.

He walked over to her, sitting in front of the couch. He called out to her quietly, softly petting her hair as he spoke. “Ellie?”

“What?” She groaned, sounding frustrated and tired.

“What’s bothering you? You’ve been sleepy since we got back from school.” She even refused to go to the store with Callon; something had to be wrong.

She shrugged, “I just can’t get things right.”

“What can’t you get right?”

“At school. I think I’m stupid.”

“Hey, don’t you ever say that,” he said, his tone perhaps a bit more harsh than he intended as he watched Ellie’s eyes widen. He sighed, speaking in gentler tone. “You’re very smart. Why would you think that?”

She stood up, walking over to her little backpack and grabbing out a paper. She handed it over to Alex, “look.”

It was a timed math test. 20 simple questions to answer within a minute. She had gotten 16/20; two wrong, and two she didn’t finish. “Honey, that’s not a bad score. You did good,” he said, petting her hair.

“But I can do better. I shouldn’t have gotten those wrong,” she pointed at the paper. “I was just being dumb, and if I was faster, I could’ve done it!”

Alex couldn’t help but feel a sting of guilt; had he unknowingly instilled this mindset on her? The memories of him and his sister still felt recent, even nearly twenty years later. Him and Callon had similar goals when it came to raising Ellie; neither of them wanted her to go through what they had.

“Ellie, you did good. You’re not dumb, you’re very smart. It’s okay to not get everything perfect. Let me ask you something; did you do the best you could?”

She nodded.

“Then you did exactly what you need to do.” He kissed the top of her forehead, pulling her in for a hug. “You’re doing great, okay?”

She didn’t seem fully convinced, but nodded once more. “I wanna be like you, daddy.”

He let out a laugh, “what do you mean?”

“I wanna be smart.”

He sighed, “you’re already smart. You’re just learning new things, and learning takes time. But I promise you, you’re doing just fine. No one’s perfect. I’m not perfect. I make mistakes all the time still. That’s just part of life.”

She paused, “so I’m always gonna make mistakes?”

“That’s right, but what’s important is that you learn from them-”

She looked very stressed out about his previous statement, her eyes widening. “Always? Forever?”

“Well-” She looked like she was about to cry. “Sort of. But as you get older-”

She laid back on the couch, curled up in a ball, and started to sob.

‘Fuck.’

Of course, this was right when Callon returned from the store. He walked back inside, grocery bags in hand with a smile on his face. “I have returned,” he called out happily before seeing the scene playing out in front of him. “Oh.” He set everything down and sat next to Alex in front of the couch. “What’s going on?”

“Daddy said I’m going to make mistakes forever,” she cried.

“That’s not-”

Callon turned his head to face Alex with a confused look, “wow, you’re a dick,” he scoffed, his voice just quiet enough for Ellie not to hear.

‘Way to throw me under the bus, kiddo.’

He sighed, shaking his head as he tried to defend himself. “That’s not what I said. We were talking about how everyone makes mistakes, and it’s okay to not be perfect. Right?” He said as he looked back at Ellie.

Ellie nodded, “I don’t wanna make mistakes at all. Or forever.”

Callon nodded, “I see. Well…think about it this way,” Sometimes, mistakes are the only way we learn not to do something. Like uh…” he stuttered as he tried to think of an example. “Oh, I know. Remember when you tried to grab the bag of flour from the pantry and it was too heavy? And it spilled?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “I almost fell.”

“Well, now you know to be careful grabbing heavy stuff off the shelves. If that hadn’t had happened, you wouldn’t know not to do that.” Somehow, Callon always managed to say the right thing to her. “But now you do. What uh, what prompted all of this?”

She sat up and handed Callon the test, “I didn’t get them all right.”

He looked it over, “is this one of those timed test things?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, these are stupid,” Callon shrugged it off before quickly adding, “don’t tell your teacher I said that.”

At the very least, he managed to get a giggle out of Ellie. Alex seemed a bit hesitant, “I don’t know if we should call them stupid-”

“But they are! All they do is teach her being fast is more important than being right. Here, watch this,” he looked over the paper once more. “Ellie, what’s five plus four?”

She took a second, but still answered fairly quickly, “nine?”

“Hell yeah it is. Okay, what about seven plus four?”

She took a little bit longer before answering, mumbling the numbers as she figured it out, “eleven?”

“Yeah! See, you just needed a little more time. You’re smart, you know this stuff. Don’t let this bother you, okay?” He said as he put a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled, getting up and giving them both a hug. “Okay.”

“Do you see what I was trying to say?” Alex asked, still a bit worried she was upset at him. “No one’s perfect, you just need to do the best you can.”

“I think so. I just need to do my best,” she said with an affirmative nod.

He smiled, giving her a pat on the head, “that’s right.” Maybe he couldn’t always find the right words, but he wanted to make sure she knew; she was always more than good enough in his eyes.

————

“I’m worried about her, Cal,” Alex sighed, looking up at the ceiling as the two of them laid in bed. “I don’t want her to be like how my sister and I were.”

“She’s not going to,” Callon mumbled, lying on his side as he flipped through his phone.

“I’m just terrified I said or did something that made her feel like everything she does has to be perfect.”

Callon shrugged, rolling over to face him, “she was like this before school though. This isn’t really new. Her room always has to be clean, she always has to make her bed in the morning, she gets frustrated if she gets a stain on her clothes, everything needs to be in order before she leaves for the day, or else she gets upset.”

“Yeah, that’s…” he wasn’t sure if that was typical for five year old girls. “I don’t want to upset her. I guess I just…” he sighed, looking over at him. “Sometimes it feels like you always know what to say to her.”

“I mean, I’m here more.”

Alex didn’t need to work. Callon’s fortune ensured that. Yet he wanted to; after all, he worked his ass off for his degrees. He was determined to use them, even if it was only three days a week. Still, he couldn’t help but feel as if he’d been selfish. Maybe he should’ve stayed until she started school. Maybe things were rushed. Would she resent him if she knew he had the option to stay home, but chose not to?

“Alex?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, getting lost in his thoughts. “I…you’re right.”

“That doesn’t bother her, it’s just how it is. I mean, she still sees you more than her other friends see their dads. You’re around, you spend time with her, you talk to her about her interests and what she’s up to. I’m sure there’s something to be said about gender roles here or whatever, but point is you’re an outlier. You’re doing better than most, I’d say.”

“You think so?”

He snorted, “I know so. Do you know why I only hang out with Taleisin and his wife, instead of hanging around with her friends parents?”

“You said you didn’t get along with them.”

“Yeah, because they’re fucking miserable. I can’t relate to any them because I don’t resent you.”

“…seriously?”

“Yes!” Callon sat up, now much more awake than when he first got in bed. “All they do is complain! And it's not like they don't have a reason to, some of their partners are dicks, but fuck," he said as he fell back down onto the pillow. "Regrettably, you are the exception to the rule."

"Yeah, but...the whole reason I can be the exception is because you had over twenty million dollars in mafia drug money in a foreign bank account at 20."

"Well…that's unrelated. But do you get my point? She thinks the world of you.”

"Still. Even if I'm supposedly raising the bar, it's abysmally low to begin with."

“Come on, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said as he rested his head on Alex’s chest. “You’ve done that for far too long as is.”

He leaned down, kissing the top of Callon’s head. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

————

“Vivi, can you help me with my homework?”

Callon had been half asleep in bed when Ellie walked in, holding her little clipboard with the night’s homework on it. She couldn’t stand to sit at the table after being at school all day, so she’d put her homework in the clipboard, and work wherever she felt like. She thought it made her look like a scientist; just like her dad.

He let out a yawn; he hadn’t intended to fall asleep but…oh well. “Sure moonbeam, come here,” he said before patting the space next to him. He certainly wasn’t going to complain about Ellie’s insistence on working anywhere but the table, feeling particularly lazy today.

Ellie climbed up onto the bed, resting her head on Callon’s shoulder as she pointed at the worksheet. “I don’t know what to do. I’m stuck, I can’t get it started.”

“Let me see,” he said before taking the clipboard and looking closer.

He stared over at the worksheet, rereading over the directions several times with narrowed eyes.

‘Am I stupid? I have no idea what the fuck I’m looking at.’

“Uh…” He had no idea what to do. “Why don’t we ask your dad? I’m not too great at math,” Callon said before leaning over and grabbing his phone.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asked.

“Calling him. I don’t wanna get up,” he said as he held the phone to his ear.

As soon as Alex picked up, he greeted him with a question. “Why are you calling me?”

“Can I not call you to tell you how much I love and adore you?”

“…you are less than twenty feet away. We’re both in the house.”

“And I don’t feel like getting up.”

Callon could hear Alex sigh through the phone. “What do you want?”

“Can you come here? Ellie and I need help with a math thing. I don’t get it.”

Alex let out a quiet laugh, “are you telling me you’re struggling with kindergarten math?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed defensively, “it’s weird, okay? There’s all these circles and shit- sorry,” he caught himself, hearing Ellie quietly giggle behind him.

Alex laughed, “fine, give me a few minutes.” He hung up the phone, and within ten minutes he was sitting on the bed with the two of them, with Ellie sitting in the middle as she watched Alex think.

‘This…this makes no sense.’

She looked up at him with wide eyes, watching as he scanned the sheet in front of him. “I don’t know how to start,” she shrugged.

He paused, unable to make sense of the strange worksheet. “You know, I don’t think I do either.”

“Really?” She seemed mystified there was something he didn’t know.

“I told you!” Callon exclaimed, “it’s weird.”

“Yeah, uh…well, hold on,” he pulled out his phone, and took a photo of the worksheet.

🔴: I need a favor

🧡: what’s up

He sent the photo.

🔴: do you have any idea what the hell this is

🧡: oh I remember this shit

🧡: I had to look it up on reddit, I’ll call you this is hard to explain

“Is this cheating?” Asked Ellie as she stood up on the bed, just tall enough to look over her father’s shoulder.

“Well-”

“He’s using his resources,” Callon interjected.

————

“What is this supposed to teach?”

“I don’t know. But that’s what reddit said,” said Taleisin over the phone.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Nope!”

“Is all their math homework gonna be like this?” Alex asked, exasperated.

“It only gets worse. Just wait until they start multiplying with boxes and shit.”

“You’re on speaker.”

“Sorry. But uh…yeah. It can be a little weird, the internet is your friend. And me!”

“Thanks, Tali.”

(This is set initially a few months after Lyrian is born and Callon has a realization about how much his life, and his friends lives have changed. Boy I love character studies. these are all like. baby drabbles until the next border.)

Callon stared out the window as Alex drove back home. It wasn’t a particularly long drive, but just enough distance for Callon to start thinking.

It was strange, seeing his friends become parents. Taleisin in particular was one that made sense; he had been with you for years. Yet it still felt odd seeing him with a kid, his kid. He was sweet, but…he was far from what Callon would call ‘responsible’.

Still, it was undeniable how much love he had for his son. It was endearing, the way the baby giggled and smiled at him, the way he held with admiration and pride. Callon had been surrounded by so many fathers who wouldn’t dare show such love for their son, and witnessing it was definitely refreshing.

He hadn’t ever thought about the idea of having kids before. For the longest time, he assumed he wouldn’t make it this far. Sure, he might’ve been an elf, but his family’s line of work was a dangerous one, and he had come close to death several times already.

Yet things were different now. His father had been dead for years, and he had successfully distanced himself from ‘the family business’. Perhaps he didn’t get to see other members of his family as often, but it was for the best.

He looked over the wedding band on his finger, running his thumb over it. It felt like only yesterday he was high at a party, finding a cute boy outside to talk to. Their relationship hadn’t been easy; at the end of the day, Callon was a criminal, a murderer even. Alex didn’t think he could be with a person like that, regardless of Callon’s circumstances. Even when he tried to understand, Callon would push him away in an attempt to keep him safe.

Yet they kept crawling back to the other, every single time. Marriage wasn’t something he had ever even considered until Alex proposed, and his answer was an enthusiastic yes.

For many, having children was the next logical step in a relationship. Yet still, it wasn’t something Callon considered until now. He had been around children enough to know it wouldn’t be easy, but despite the exhaustion, there was a certain sparkle in Taleisin’s eyes that made him wonder; What would something like that be like for him?

“You okay?”

Alex’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked back to face him, “yeah, yeah, I’m just…thinking.”

“About what?”

He shrugged, I don’t know, just…it’s weird, don’t worry about it.”

“You sure? You’ve hardly said anything since we left.” It wasn’t like Callon to be this quiet.

“Just…have you ever thought about it?”

“What do you mean by ‘it’?”

“Like having kids.”

He shrugged, “I mean, it’s not that simple for us.”

Callon grinned, “not with that attitude, maybe you just need to try harder.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “yes, I’ll just try harder to defy biology.”

“Yeah, you get on that,” he said before the car stopped in front of their apartment, the two of them walking inside.

“To answer your question though…sometimes. Not a ton, but…I’ve thought about it, yeah.”

Callon turned to face him as Alex shut the door behind him. “Would you want to?”

“I feel like this isn’t a conversation we should have in the doorway.”

“Then where do we have it?”

He walked towards him, holding his face. “Well, you did say I might just need to try harder.”

Callon smiled, wrapping his arms around Alex’s neck. “I did say that.”

Alex pulled him in for a kiss, and it wasn’t long after that he was carrying Callon into the bedroom, kissing him feverishly. The two finally broke away, Alex pressing his forehead against his partner’s. “Why don’t you let me give it my best shot, then we’ll actually talk.”

“Only if you tell me what you mean by ‘it’,” Callon teased.

He playfully pushed Callon back onto the bed, undoing his belt as he watched Callon get undressed. “Well, I’m gonna try my best to knock you up. He moved between his legs, kissing him again as he grinded his cock over Callon’s. “I’m gonna breed you until you can’t keep it all inside.”

Callon’s face flushed red, his cock dripping with pre-cum. ‘I said it as a joke, but this might’ve awoken something in me.’

————

Callon laid on Alex’s chest, a glaze over his eyes as he caught his breath. Alex had kept to his word, his cum dripping out of Callon onto the bed sheets. Callon wasn’t sure how he went for so many rounds, but he wasn’t complaining.

“I always think it’s so cute when you cum so hard it gets on your face,” Alex smiled, softly wiping away the cum on Callon’s face and stomach from his own orgasms.

He tried to catch his breath, “I just…I don’t know, something about all the things you were saying, it was just really fucking hot.”

“I’m glad you think so. Honestly, I felt a little stupid.”

Callon sat up, smiling. “Why?”

“I can’t actually get you pregnant.”

“Well duh,” he walked out of bed, albeit slowly, throwing on Alex’s t-shirt that hung off of him, covering enough for him to grab a pack of cigarettes and walk out onto the balcony. Alex got up and put what was left of his clothes back on, following him outside.

“Why do you always take my shirt?”

“Because I like it,” he said as he pulled out a cigarette, “can you give me a light?”The flame appeared at the tip of Alex’s finger, flickering for just a moment before he lit the cigarette for him. “Thanks.”

“You know…if we were to do something like that,”

“Is the post-nut clarity kicking in?” He teased before taking a drag.

“I mean, sorta, yeah. But if you wanted to do this, and have a kid, you need to quit smoking.” Callon could tell from Alex’s face; he was seriously thinking about it.

“I can do that. There’s hundreds of things I’ve seemed to quit in the past few years, one more can’t be that hard.”

“You’ve never brought this up before, but…” Alex trailed off, leaning on the railing next to him.

“But what?”

“You seem pretty set on it. I think if I asked you to quit smoking a few years ago, you’d have a different response.”

“Probably. I guess it’s just-”

“This isn’t just because you’re jealous of Taleisin, right?”

“No, of course not. I’ve thought about it before, and I’m not sure jealous is the right word for it. It’s like…” he paused, trying to figure out how to articulate his thoughts. “I want to give a kid all the things I didn’t have. To share my happiness with them. And I want to do it with you. Maybe it’s selfish, but…it seems like it’d be an opportunity to do things over.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked back at him, “let’s be honest. Neither of us had a great time growing up.”

“That’s true.”

“I…” he took another drag before letting out a sigh. “I’ve hurt a lot of people. The money we have, we both know where it came from. If we were to do this, then…we’d be able to make sure they were happy. That they’d have a good life. We could do stupid little mundane family things neither of us ever got to do. I don’t want to do it if you don’t, but…that’s my view.”

“I don’t want to decide anything today, but…I’m willing to look into it.”

————

They decided to move forward. It wasn’t an easy process, but eventually they found someone able to carry their child. Magic and medicine had both come a long way, the child genetically related to the both of them, but it hadn’t come so far they could do it alone.

Despite Callon not being the one literally with child, it sometimes felt like he was, strangely enough.

He was eating much more than he usually did, and it felt at times Alex was walking on eggshells. Sometimes he’d come home and Callon was pissed off for no reason. Sometimes he’d even be crying. It happened so often it became eerie when he was ‘fine’.

Alex held him as they laid in bed, and finally confronted him. “I’m worried about you.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“You’ve been acting differently, I’m concerned.”

“How so?”

“Well…you just seem a bit…on edge.”

Callon turned around to face him, an eerie smile on his face “It’s because I threw out my god damn Newports, Alexander.”

“That…yeah, makes sense. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” he kissed his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” his expression softened. “On another note, I did think of a name though. If they’re a girl.”

“Oh?”

“Do you remember back in college, when you took me up to the mountains to see the stars?”

“I do, yeah. I didn’t say it right away, but…that’s when I knew I was in love with you,” he reached to grab Callon’s hand.

He smiled, “I thought of the name Estelle. It sounds pretty, I think, and it means ‘star’, so…that was my idea. What do you think?”

Alex pulled him closer to his chest. “I like it, it’s sweet,” he said before kissing the top of his head.

————

Estelle didn’t cry very much.

Based on everything both of them had heard and read, this was quite uncommon.

🧡: maybe she just hasn’t like. Woken up yet

🔴: what

🧡: you know like she’s still just kinda eepy

🔴: she cried the first night, but since then it’s rare

🧡: maybe she’s just chill af idfk

🧡: you’re the doctor I just computer

Weeks passed, and she still hardly cried at all. She certainly made noise, letting out little sounds if she needed something, but it was rare she actually cried. Despite reassurances from you and Taleisin, from his uncle and his wife, he couldn’t help but worry.

Alex woke up in the middle of the night to find Callon out of bed. He stood up, only to find him laying on the floor next to the crib.

��Callon?”

He didn’t even turn to look at him, sounding half asleep. “Hmm?”

“What…what are you doing?”

“I’m afraid she’s gonna need something, and I won’t hear her from there. So I’m over here,” he mumbled, half asleep.

“You…you want me to watch her for a bit?”

“That’s okay,” he closed his eyes, allowing himself to sleep even if he was still on the floor. “I just don’t wanna miss anything,” he mumbled.

Alex sat down on the ground next to him, pulling him close as if they were back in bed.

“What are you doing?” Asked Callon.

“Holding you. If this is where you’re sleeping, it’s where I’m sleeping.”

He couldn’t see it, but a small smile formed on Callon’s face. “Thanks.”

Man I love them so much. There were a few more ideas I had, but I needed to just get this out of my drafts. but I also love them asking Tali for advice, when he’s just ‘???? Idk man I’m doing my best and it’s worked out so far’

Anyway, please give me more epilogue ideas for Tali and these two cause they’re so fun. I have both Tali and Ronan’s next part drafted, and I may post what I wrote while my blog was deleted, because we got more shy tali and I do think it’s a lot of fun, even if I don’t stick with it

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

yet again i have people who hate debbie following me for some reason… so i changed my bio, and here’s an (un)friendly reminder:

this blog (m4ndysk4nkovich) is dedicated to debbie gallagher! yes, my url and current profile picture are both mandy milkovich-related, but overall, this blog is for debbie. a lot of what i post is meta- and a lot of that is about debbie (also my sideblog is @highbythebeach666 so that’s where my other shit is but anyways). i also post a lot about mandy milkovich and gallavich (a lot of my more popular meta is about gallavich or all of the gallagher’s but if you actually read it it’s mostly debbie). in fact, i post about mandy and gallavich almost as much as debbie, but still a lot of what many people know me for is my debbie defense/analysis. i like her for a myriad of reasons and i also relate to her a lot, and if you don’t like her that is perfectly fine, but don’t bother following me because my content will not please you- and regarding that, if it doesn’t please you, fuck off! i could really care less- i’ve been sent sooo many fucking essays by anons explaining to me exactly why i should hate debbie and it’s like… dude. ever since may this entire blog has really been about her- i mean, i even started watching the show because of her, but you expect me to change all of my views and delete my posts because of someone hiding behind anon? no, fuck that. someone said they followed me because they think i’m funny but they don’t like debbie, and thank you, but that’s also kinda stupid if you ask me. read the room. do the bio that says “queen debbie gallagher stan” and the many many many posts about debbie/debbie haters not make you think that i give a shit? ugh

but i am trying to make this blog more shameless-centric and i’m trying to organize it so that most of my non-shameless posts are on the sideblog, but even if it’s all shameless-centric, you will still be seeing things about debbie. a lot.

anyway- i post meta, headcanons, sometimes fanfiction, and weird other posts about shameless. my favorite characters are debbie, ian, mandy, and mickey and i do not tolerate almost any slander about any of them. if anyone does stumble upon my blog and thinks that i’m funny and wants to follow me that’s great and i’ll most likely follow you back, but i don’t understand the point of following me if you hate the majority of what i post about… that’s stupid and again, you don’t need to rant about it in my inbox you can literally just unfollow or even block me, idgaf.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas, Leo Anon.

I have successfully blown up my life since the last ask I sent you, so before you read this entire thing and call me a dick, just know… I know. 

It turns out Leo does still have a crush on me. And I still have a crush on him (it’s one of those annoying crushes that hasn’t just gone away after a month. Or a year. Or two).

He told me he still had a crush to explain his reaction and apologised. I then admitted I still have a crush on him.

And that’s where it all went downhill.

Leo got accepted into his dream university, and told us a few months ago under no certain terms would he dream of delaying going.

So when he said “I could go with you and Benjamin in the gap year” I panicked. (Benny’s my best mate btw, he’s obsessed with the Harry Potter dudes and has been complaining non stop about not having the time to enter your conan fest? Which is true he’s super busy- but he’s excited to read the fics i think cause he’s loves conan gray. Ngl I know nothing abt the Harry Potter fandom, hope that’s chill. He’s how I found this blog actually- and you’re really kind to take the time to read about how i’ve ruined my life). 

Back to the plot. Leo said what he said and I freaked, I didn’t want him coming with us and then resenting me later for him missing uni. 

I told him that’d interfere with me and Benny’s plans to hook up with a bunch of people. 

He got really quiet and sounded really sad as he said he had to go. 

We didn’t have plans to hook up with people. I panicked and lied…

Oh and gets worse. Word got back to Benny’s girl (they’re not technically dating yet but they are) who’s going to a dif country after the summer for skl, and so we were gonna delay our trip where she is so Benny and her could hang.

But she heard what I told Leo abt hooking up and was mad. So I had to do some damage control.

I met up with her and told her only I was hooking up with people, I just didn’t want to hurt Leo’s feelings any more than I had.

She accepted that and her and Benny are chill but word got back to Leo and now he hates me. 

He thinks I lied and I wanted to spend the whole time hooking up with people and he’s never meant anything to me and I don’t care about people. 

If we’re being honest, I wasn’t going to hook up anyone on this trip. I hate hooking you with people. 

Benny said he thinks i’m on the ace spectrum (demi something he said, like the singer idk?) 

It was chill with my first gf, but my ex bf pressured me into it since i’d “already lost my virginity so what?” and then I hooked up with like one other person before deciding it wasn’t really for me.

But I had a rep by then somehow and everyone thought I was some play boy. 

I figured my mates knew that wasn’t true but turns out they all believed the rumours too. 

Point is, Leo thinks he’s “just another on of my hookups” when the most we’ve ever done is make out and I felt more then than anything else i’ve ever done. 

This is stupid. I shouldn’t bother you with my dumb problems. Sorry.

I know I ought to apologise and come clean and stuff but, maybe it’s better if I just leave the friendship fucked up, that way he won’t sacrifice anything for me and I can fuck around the world being cultural and shit. He can do better anyway. 

Hi!

Alright, you need to communicate with him!

You can't lie to make someone else's decisions for them! That's not cool! Look at where it's gotten you!

Please, sit Leo down and tell him everything- including that you don't want him to give up Uni for you. But remember that's his decision. If you like him and maybe want to be in a relationship with him, you need to respect his wants and needs, don't decide for him. Talk together about what's best <3

You're not a bad person, I know you were trying to help him. But the best thing to do is talk about it.

Tell Benny I say hi, and he should come try the fest!

[hanasnx]

some updates while i’m here. i miss you! whether you’re a casual enjoyer of my blog & i see you in my notes, or my mutuals, or my followers, i’ve been thinking of you :) rare vulnerable moment i do cherish this blog and all your well wishes. thank you very much. i was right, typing is a huge strain and taking a break has been very good for my hands, so i’m going to keep at it.

some things:

don’t be afraid to keep sending me asks! they’re a great joy to me, i love seeing a notif in the inbox. i’ve gotten a fair few already that i’m excited to respond to when i can come back.

i did post a fred weasley drabble and not that i have to explain myself but i wanted to say i’ve been watching the harry potter movies. i’ve never seen them in their entirety, and the earlier ones have always been christmas movies in my house so to speak so i figured id give them a fair shot. i did read the books, and i’ve seen bits and pieces of the movies (hence my interest in fred weasley when i was a tween, but seeing him again made me wanna write for him for the first time in years)

also! a very kind anon told me earlier that my response to someone wrongfully making an ai chat bot of my content was an overreaction. it was “not that deep,” i believe was the colloquial term used. so the inherent content theft of ai invading free creative spaces is solved everyone! well done! very special thanks to the anon that let me know i was overreacting towards something i am passionate about and had a strong feeling towards! wow :) i never would’ve seen it like that. genuinely i am sorry anon that you’re ugly irl and your mommy doesn’t love you, which is why you feel like you can’t have a backbone over certain things. maybe you should stop consuming the free content creators provide on tumblr because you feel so secure in criticizing the selfless service <3 it’s giving: “im an old bigot that thinks ppl must be talentless and stupid when they work at mcdonald’s, but i’m still going to eat the food from there.” you’ve been blocked btw so you’re not offended by my use of free will when making free content on the internet for your grubby little hands to get a hold of and your smooth brain to criticize my right to share my personal opinions.

because the internet is the way it is, getting “hate” online has never really bothered me since i’ve always been a person with a large enough platform for years. it’s very easy for me to ignore and block and never answer whoever has decided to send some worthless hate message. which is probably why i almost never get hate anymore but it does happen occasionally. this was different since it wasn’t an attack on me per se, more so someone trying to admonish me for having a fair reaction towards something offensive. so i’m here to tell you it’s alright to treat strangers on the internet as strangers. you’re allowed to reinforce boundaries. you’re allowed to tell people you do not appreciate their actions towards you, and don’t leave room for argument. i am a very direct person, which means i told that person firmly that they needed to delete that ai chat bot they made of my au without my consent. and i did it without remorse. and i was told “it wasn’t that deep.” well it was. and it is. it is that deep because it’s deep to me, and i know it’s something that happens to others and it is that deep to them too. so what’s the problem in it being that deep? there is none :) let things be deep. be sincere. it is very important.

also if you make ai chat bots without creator’s consent when using their content you’re a piece of shit and doing a disservice to the very person you’re trying to exalt. take a step back and reevaluate how ai harms your interests rather than progresses them as well as the creators you claim your respect and cherish. you’re a victim of propaganda, my friend! and i prolly wouldn’t have made this post if anon hadn’t said anything. so maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut since they didn’t wanna see shit like this so bad lmfao

now that that’s out of the way, i am sending wet fat sloppy kisses to everyone’s lips tell me when you receive them

[fiveeatseight]

https://www.tumblr.com/fiveeatseight/774145283995090944/babys-first-anon-hate?source=share

these cowardly haters don’t even have the guts to reveal themselves and instead hide behind anon 🤦🏻‍♀️

for some reason I’ve only ever seen bottom Pedri shipper blogs receiving hate 😭 I’m being so fr right now. It’s not a coincidence anymore. Like whenever we try to spread the babygirl Pedri agenda these stupid haters show up and wanna ruin the fun. 😔 only solution is to block them and don’t even give them the satisfaction to answer their useless asks

And it’s always the same excuses for their hateful comments: “how dare you ship pedri with a madridista 😡”, “don’t portray Pedri as gay”, “don’t feminise him 🤬”, “don’t call him pretty”, “don’t fill up the Pedri tag with content that doesn’t have to do with football or gadri 😡😡😡” and so on and on 🤡

it’s really ridiculous atp, I’ve NEVER seen gavi centred blogs that DO sexualise and openly ship him with other players and madridistas as well get hated on, it’s always the bottom Pedri blogs that for some odd and incomprehensible reason riles these haters up as if they can’t bear the thought of someone else (aka Pedri) getting the princess treatment here 🤨 like get a life and leave, the blocking button is free - I don’t get why they have to announce themselves so rudely, like how miserable does one person have to be??

I even considered telling you in advance to not give a shit about the hate asks that sooner or later will arrive but I didn’t wanna scare you away 🥺 My advice would be to just block these anonymous hater asks which will prevent them from filling up your inbox since their asks will never reach you, they will just hate into the void 😂

I’m sorry that you had to deal with that hater ❤️ Ppl behind bottom Pedri blogs are fr god’s biggest soldiers. But PLEASE don’t let yourself get intimidated and don’t stop posting as unfiltered and freely as before; these haters just wanna stop the babygirl Pedri and Jude x Pedri movement even though that is exactly what football tumblr needs and what I was craving for so long until you came 😍 - me and so many others love your content, your blog has already become my fav on here 🥹 you will always have my support 🫂

dont worry anon their message doesnt bother me at all 🫂❤️ (if anything, i was wondering when i’d get a hate inbox LOL). if only they directed this kind of energy to FT fanboys who downright insult pedri every day

but frfr what you said is exactly what the message said lmao. i dont even try to make pedri a twink. he IS a twink. a pretty one at that. did they not realize that fc barcelona legacy has been carried by TWINKS? 🕊️ also me shipping pedri with jude is equal to being a cuck eventho i dont rate madrid… god forbid girls having fun.

if pedri getting princess treatment is pissing off people then ill do it 10x if i have to 🙂‍↕️

thanks for your support anon!💕 i kind of already expected this kind of hate msgs would get me when i started this blog lmao. if football rps/rpf is considered “bad”, then shipping direct rivals is practically a SIN (and boy im no better than judas himself)

[davekat-sucks]

After reading your posts for awhile now, I’ve been forming some opinions about you so far and I want to share them here cause I honestly your blog is just a safe place to share any opinions on anything here. Also I doubt that you would ever read this.

in all honesty, I think that you’re kinda a jerk but you’re also quite honest and passionate about what you do and I respect that. Your blog does give me a lot of insight into different opinions and hidden discourse that I would never see.

at the same time though I do disagree and maybe hate some opinions that you have but that’s probably just me. You’re most likely a good person but I don’t think that some of your opinions are good honestly. I can understand why you have it but to me, it’s kinda stupid. But that’s on me.

Though the history and culture of all kinds of fandoms are quite fun to read. It’s fascinating to see how the concept of fandom is different than others. It’s also interesting to see the problems people have with the western fandoms. Sometimes I agree, sometimes I don’t, it’s a mixed bag for me. Really gets you thinking about how weird the western fandom is. (Like labels, but honestly I don’t really mind labels at all. Can be confusing sure but I don’t think they cause harm, just a weird thing that people do.)

sure it doesn’t really change the fact that you are kinda a jerk to me but you do show a side of the fandom that I don’t see. And honestly, it’s quite insightful overall. There’s a lot that is wrong with the fandom and what people see as a problem in things that don’t really bother me or that I don’t see how it is a problem. Really the slap in the face that I need sometimes. Like there’s obviously most things that I disagree with but there’s also some things that I do agree with and that should be dealt with.

overall, you’re a mixed bag for me. You’re kinda a jerk in my opinion but you allow a safe place to share insightful, yet alternating opinions here and I respect that.🫡 keep up the good fight. (Also you helped me realize how overrated davekat is so cheers to you. And sorry for this essay of my opinion on you.)

Thank you so much for the kind words, Anon.

[lesslie-sass]

I recently tumbled across your account and saw your whole death threat situation and people going as far as to to say they hope you get r@ped…

Let’s make one thing clear before I say what I’m about to say, anything you did does not justify these reactions. NEVER. By doing so, they’re no better than the person they’re hating on, and I genuinely hope karma bites back at them like a bitch. But that said, you genuinely need to stop acting like a victim most of the time like other anon said awhile back, as after scrolling through your account for context, you genuinely say some of the stupidest things ever and act surprised when rational people (nothing counting the actual idiots who told you to kill yourself and sent you r@pe threats) call you out. Saying Glitch never cared about MD, saying Liam hate men, you’re literal hatred of Uzi which even someone like me who isn’t that big of a fan of MD can tell is bs, as you’re treat her like she’s always whining about N and can’t do anything, where the show clearly proves you wrong. This isn’t even mentioning how you genuinely do kinda have a hate boner for Nuzi, going a far to make hate art and call all its shippers morons when they’re plenty of examples in the fandom to prove you wrong again.

Again, making it clear, I don’t and WON’T support the threats you been getting, those people can fuck off, especially over getting that mad over a ship they don’t like, but you have to realize your own flaws and improve upon them. As continuing to go down this path with your behavior will only makes thing worse. By choosing not to listen to this advice, you’re only going to make things harder for yourself

So what, wanna me to ditch my opinions, reject my own interests and preferences, so I would join your nuzi cult and dick ride Liam, eh? Because me, a terrible being such as mean, stupid, gross shipper of codegold with hate boner towards nuzi (that def didn't worsen because of it's fans, nooo) can't know shit.

This "educating thing" is just bunch of pricks being condescending towards me, invalidating my opinion and intelligence because it's different from the mass. You don't try to understand me, so why should I try to understand those who obviously hate me? (especially with my low empathy, it's already pretty hard for me to sympathize with anyone) I didn't ask for any "advice" by the way, so why you even bothered with "scrolling through my account" if you didn't even try to take into account how I stated to have my own mental problems, such as low empathy, as said above, and suicide ideation, that you all dismissed to me as just playing a victim, that I actually thought of apologizing but then came d3ath threats, which everyone ignored, so I changed me mind. You all just don't care and it's obvious, you just cherry-picking everything you don't like about me to twist everything to make me the villain of the fandom, a toxic, stupid, problematic monster to hate and harrass.

Also, my hatred towards Uzi comes not only from her being annoying character in MINE OPINION, but also because she reminds of really terrible, I would even say traumatic, period in my life when I acted similarly to her and it was awful and hurtful and sad. (which I won't discuss in details here, so I won't appear "victim playing" again, because no one gives a shit anyway and I don't want it to be used against me)

Anyway, I don't wanna waste much time, just wanted to post and show what kind of pricks bother me, even when I don't post anything. (not even gonna talk about any other stuff you mentioned, like mine opinion of Glitch and Liam and so called "hate art", I'm tired of explaining every little thing I did when no one listens anyway)

And for those who for some reason continue to check my stuff despite your obvious hate boner towards me, especially you dear gaslighting victim blaming anon, just

GET OUT OF MY ACC!

No one's holding you here and I don't even "provoke" anyone at this point, yall just wanna be butthurt and trying to force your "correct" opinion on me

[6gumi]

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i can guarantee that i have a very broken posting schedule, so requests may not be done immediately as sometimes i get overwhelmed. so, please don’t take it the wrong way when you see that i haven’t fulfilled your request yet. i just have a very unstable posting schedule ! keep that in mind but i will try my very best to do your requests + thirsts !

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absolutely do not interact with me if you’re a ZIONIST, a minor (obvi), homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, misogynistic, fit the rest of the basic dni criteria, send hate asks / spread hate for literally no reason, or you’re just a rude person in general. in this blog, my blog = my rules. i’m willing to block anyone who oversteps my boundaries or make me feel uncomfortable or sends me unnecessary hate. i kindly ask for you guys to respect me as a whole, that’s all i’m asking for.

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once again i am a multifandom blog, i write for multiple fandoms (honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock mostly + maybe chainsaw man genshin impact + bungo stray dogs also) my requests are open at the moment, thirsts are always opened so i prefer if you send more thirsts than requests.

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WHAT I ABSOLUTELY WON’T WRITE — gore, scat, necrophilia, noncon (everything i write is strictly consensual.) foot fetish, armpit fetish, vomit, and vore as well.

some dark content things i may write is stepcest, consensual somno, “yandere”/ obsessive themes etc etc. i’ll be sure to tag a few things as well to let you guys know.

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[cowboyfromh3ll]

On the topic of john and abigail.. i honestly hate it when people make out john to be the problem. no hate to that other anon but saying that abigail did nothing wrong but love that “stupid stupid man” kinda rubbed me the wrong way. it’s also not just that anon but i’ve seen many times how people seem to be hating on john whilst defending abigail and acting like she’s done nothing wrong. they both made mistakes and ofcourse john’s decision to leave the gang wasn’t good but after seeing how abigail treats him i guess i understand why he left. im sure abigail loves him but damn her attitude towards him bothers me so much. if someone called me stupid 24/7 and constantly insulted me in front of everyone well damn right id want to leave too. through my whole gameplay im not sure i seen abigail say one good word about john. sure he was a jerk at times too but at least he wasn’t verbally abusive to abigail like she was to him. i don’t know how many times she called him worthless and “good for nothing” in front of everyone!! on the contrary i don’t recall john insulting her like that. this might spark some controversy but i don’t even care anymore, im tired of people shitting on john and praising abigail as if she was an angel.

I remember not posting this sooner because I was a pussy BUT I must.

I think your takes are valid, as are anyone else's. As for my personal take, I think from the player perspective, it can be frustrating to be yelled at and berated constantly for doing something the game sorta forces you to do. Though John, as a character, does have a choice, and he constantly chooses the ones that put his family in danger and or put his pride and ego first. I agree with the sentiment that they both aren't perfect and both made mistakes because GODDAMN their relationship was tumultuous as hell for a greater part of the game. Though I can definitely see where Abigail comes from a lot of the time. This man impregnates you, leaves for a year because he can't accept responsibility, is neglectful as hell of his kid until put in life threatening situations, continues to put his family in danger in their attempts to settle down, as well as a myriad of other situations; shit, if I were Abigail I'd be mad at him all the time too.

I feel as though Abigail constantly wanted John to be better, but there's only so much patience one has. And that's not to say yelling at him and insulting him 24/7 is right, but John's neglectful and irresponsible actions were also not right. Which again, goes back to your earlier point of them both not being perfect.

That's why I absolutely love John and Abigails flourishing relationship over the course of the game. His family is absolutely pivotal to his development as a character, and as he realizes just how much his family means to him instead of a bunch of ego inflating actions, his behavior begins to change too. I just think that's beautiful.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Alright anon, I blocked you because, as I’ve said, that’s what I do with anon hate, so. But I’ll respond anyway.

Okay so first of all, and read this very carefully: this is my blog and I can do whatever I want on it. Just to reiterate in case you didn’t understand, this is my blog and I can do whatever the fuck I want on it.

Bullies attack people directly. Am I voicing my opinions to her? No. My opinions shouldn’t have any effect on her. That’s how I like it. If I saw her irl, I honestly would not bother her. Not because I don’t like her, but because I have a policy of not being a dick to people (I keep my opinions within my “stupid little community” as you call it) unless they’re a dick to me first. Even then, I’d probably just walk away from her, honestly.

I don’t think me voicing my opinions about a billionaire on my private tumblr blog with less than a thousand followers is me being rude. She won’t ever see it. Me messaging her or saying it to her face, that would be rude. And I have no doubt people have done that to both her and Timothée. And unless those people know either of them personally, I do not support those people choosing to do that.

Oh, I accept her for what she is. Sometimes, what someone is, is a bad person. Sorry 🤷‍♀️

Sure, it matters that she’s confident and happy. But she is aware that she promotes harmful beauty standards to people like her own daughter. She is aware that she is a public figure. And not only did she get that stuff done anyway, she wasn’t open about it. She lied about it. I wouldn’t mind half as much if she hadn’t lied about it. Someone getting surgery to feel better about themselves, that’s absolutely fine with me and I won’t mock them for it if they’re being honest and not hurting anyone. But she is hurting people. Her behavior has given people eating disorders. Does she care? No. If she did, she’d change her behavior. So yeah, I’m gonna say how I feel on my own blog. If you dislike that, the door’s right there.

Sure, he can date whoever he wants. Absolutely. And guess what? I can say whatever I want on my own blog. I’m not breaking any laws, I’m not contacting either of them with this or saying it where they can see it. What I think and say here has zero impact on them or their lives, which, again, is the ideal situation in my mind. So… I don’t really care if you think I’m a bully, anon. If I was, I’d be bothering them with my opinions. I’m not. However, you came onto my blog and brought your opinions about me up with me. It would not have affected me if you had voiced your opinions on your own blog without interacting with me. Notice the difference?