#he aint done nothing wrong i just hate him

[mallahanmoxie]

im fairly sure from the few snippets i've heard of his songs before i get the chance to skip forward with undeserved derision that i'd probably really like jaehyun's solo stuff but i hate that guy's face so im never gonna find out

[lasciviouspoison]

story time: how ignored my bf and then had the best sex ever!!

omg another kinktober post?? i’m on a roll!! lol, but i wrote this so long ago and never published it, please don’t hate me :( tw: chubby!reader x eren, black!reader x eren, hate!fucking, bratty!reader, mean!dom eren, overall, eren’s a meanie and u like it!

eren had never been that good of a listener. in fact, he took pride in his ability to tune out any and everyone. 

it was something you desperately tried to rid him of. 

of course he would listen to you when you needed him, always being a supportive and attentive boyfriend. but, there were times when you could feel him drifting away from the conversation. although it wasn’t always intentional, it didn’t make it hurt any less. 

and you’d tried everything to break this habit, yet, nothing worked. however, you figured that since nothing else worked on eren, giving him a taste of his own medicine might kickstart some change.

so, you made the executive decision that if he would not listen to you, then you would simply not listen to him. 

after having a long day of classes, eren finally was able to come home to you. despite being frustrated, he just wanted to see his pretty little girlfriend and rant a bit about his day. nothing too complex, right?

wrong. 

“I don’t see why I'm always involved in these fucking group projects. it always ends up with me doing the work and everyone expecting their name to be put down. I'm so over this shit yn, you have no fucking idea”. eren explained while cooking dinner. it was something he would do to relieve stress, a useful habit if you will. 

“mhm” was all you muttered from the couch. sure, you knew you were being a bitch, but you didn't care. eren had just done something similar to you last week, so it was well within your right to break even. 

“are you even listening to me?” eren peaked his head out from around the kitchen wall only to find you staring at the book that sat atop the lavender blanket strewn across your legs. 

“yeah, sure am.” 

eren walked over to you and squatted down, capturing your jaw in his hand and forcing eye contact, “well, what did I say?” 

eren really was an intimidating man. while his green eyes bore into your own, you couldn’t help but think about how big he was. both in stature and presence, your boyfriend really wasn’t someone to fuck around with. and as each part of eren was strong and foreboding, so was your will.

you shook your head out of his grasp and returned to your book, “i’m not entirely sure, something about a project. I honestly don’t care that much.” you knew were being harsh, but you needed him to feel it. 

eren’s head cocked to the right, and you could feel his confusion, “did I do something?”

you looked up from your book once more, fixing your glasses, “no ren, you did nothing”.

he squinted his eyes, “okay …. so why are you acting like that?”

“like what?”

he stood to his full height and placed his hands on his hips, “like you don’t care about what I'm saying.”

you closed the book, lifted the blanket from your legs and stood up, “because I don't”.

you began walking to the bedroom, knowing that eren was hot on your heels. you had to speed walk to prevent him from catching your arm. 

after finally making it into the room, you didn’t realize that you had given eren the perfect opportunity to cage you in and make you speak.

“fuck you mean you don’t care? what I do to you?” the bass in his voice was causing reverberations to go through your chest but you held your ground. you were tired of him not listening to you and if it caused an argument to break him out of it, then so be it 

“you don’t listen to me, so why the fuck do I gotta listen to you?! that shit aint fair to me and I'm tired of being fair to you”. 

suddenly, eren stiffened and your heart dropped. while tension hung heavily in the air, he was looking you up and down, almost like he was sizing you up. you could tell he was staring at your tits through the sheer material of your tank top, but you made no effort to hide. if anything, you felt like puffing your chest out more to show that you weren’t fucking around. 

“so you decided to act like a fuckin brat because I don't listen sometimes, is that it? you’ve suddenly decided that you don’t care about me or the things I say anymore, is that right?” he was nothing but an arms length from you, yet eren made no move to touch you.

“eren I never said I don’t care about you-”

eren put both of his hands to your face, squishing your chubby cheeks together, “nah, nah, don’t try to back down now. you wanna act like you don’t care about me, then I'll act like I don't care about you.” he was talking to you like a child with his voice slightly over a whisper. it scared you more than him yelling. 

“what does that mean?” your eyes were a little teary, so eren knew he had to wrap this up before you started to get the wrong idea.

“it means I'm gonna fuck you like I don't care about you, just for now. and then, when we’re done, we can talk about my lack of listening. okay?” his eyes were dark and his nose was brushing yours. you weren’t sure whether to be turned on or angry. 

before you knew it, he pushed your body onto the bed and removed his shirt. hurriedly, he pulled down your sleeping shorts and pulled up your tank top. 

“eren can you slow down-“ was all you could get out before he drug your body to the farthest edges of the mattress, causing your butt to hang off the bed. he threw your legs over his shoulders and gripped your ankles tightly.

he was looking down at you in a way you’d never seen before. it was almost like he was looking through you, like you weren’t a person, but an object to take his frustration out on.

“not even g’nna get to kiss u. see what happens when you’re a brat?” he swatted his hand down to the side of your right thigh, causing you to hiss.

you opened your mouth to talk but eren simply filled it with his fingers. you gagged a couple times from the pressure, but he was unfazed. he simply collected the spit from your mouth and slathered it over your pussy, making you wetter than you already were.

he dropped to his knees and drug his nose over your panties. you started to reach down towards his hair, but before you could fully grasp him, he pushed you away and bit your thigh.

“stupid fucking girl wants to try and ignore me. i’ll give you something to ignore. ion wanna hear shit from that mouth, understand?” you can feel his warm breath fan your pussy and it’s making you dizzy.

he slaps your pussy and you whimper, “i asked you a question little girl, answer it.”

you shake your head yes, not wanting to anger him any further by speaking. he barely acknowledges you and rips your panties off. you wanted, so badly, to moan at his aggressiveness, but you opted to keep silent.

meanwhile, eren was eating your pussy like a man starved. while he claimed to wanna fuck you like he didn’t care about you, he couldn’t help but to lick on the all spots that made you whine. he knew your pussy better than you did, and he was determined to show you.

he pulled his head back, shiny from your slick, and pushed his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole. “ya think ion listen? think i don’ care? you think id know how to make this cunt cry if i didn’t?”

you could barely see eren due to the tears blurring your vision. you wanted to scream out his name and apologize, but you held your tongue and continued to writhe in pleasure on the bed.

eren could feel your pussy clench and gush on his hand, so much so that a little puddle began to form in his palm. he laughed at the sight and ducked his head back down to lick at your clit. he knew just how much you loved to see his head between your legs, so he wanted to put on a show for you. he made a point to look you dead in your eyes while his tongue glided over your puffy clit, watching you bite down on your pretty lips to prevent any noise from spilling out. he watched you grip those pretty titties he loved as your head pushed further into the pillows. if he wasn’t so hell bent on punishing you, eren knew that he’d be fisting his cock at the sight.

he could feel you hold your thighs back from clenching around his head and he chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations causing your back to arch off the bed. he took the hand that wasn’t inside you and pushed your body back down, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to run away from him.

just before you reached your orgasm, eren pulled his mouth and hand away, slapping your pussy a few times before standing up again.

without talking, eren gathered up some of your essence and slathered it along his dick. little groans and moans were making their way out of his mouth and you stared up at him starry eyed. he looked so pretty standing over you. pretty pouty lips open slightly, eyes sitting slow with his long lashes fanning his face. even the small and slightly out of place hairs on his head were perfect in this moment. before you knew it, you began to whine and rub your thighs together. if he was gonna fuck you like this, you at least wanted him to be quick about it.

he opened his fully eyes and sneered, “thought i told ya to keep quiet? and you say i don’t listen”.

his tongue ran over his teeth and he bent down to your face. without a word and nothing more than a stare, he slid his dick between your pussy. hitting your clit with every move he made.

finally, you reached your breaking point, “oh eren please. i’m sorry! i swear i’m sorry, i wont do it ever again just please fuck me!” the desperation in your voice was hurting him. he knew that you were showing him how you felt and it’s why he’s been trying to work on his listening habits. but, his internal growth isn’t all too important at the moment.

instead of responding to your pleas, eren covered your mouth with his hand and brought his face closer to yours. “keep talkin and i’ll shove your panties in your mouth. take this dick and shut up”, was all he said before he gripped his dick, tapped it on your clit a few more times, and slipped it in with a pop.

with a muffled “fuck” leaving your mouth and a slight groan from his, eren’s head lulled into your neck. finally, he started fucking you with a furry you’ve never felt before. granted, eren is great in bed. he’s rough sometimes, gentle on others, and is willing to try anything once. but for some reason, his lack of respect for you has turned your body and brain into nothing but mush.

“ah fuck princess, you’re squeezin’ too tight” he said before gripping your hips with both hands, removing the one placed on top of your mouth.

even though he told you to hush, you knew eren couldn’t stay mad for much longer. “can you, fuck - ugh, eren can you please look at me?”

he took his head out from the crook of your neck and hovered over you, all the while never slowing down his thrusts. with him still giving you this look of carelessness, he gripped your face hard and let out a severely stern “open”.

you opened your mouth and he spit into it, softly groaning after feeling you immediately clench around him. you swallowed and stuck your tongue back out just how he likes it, and you swore you saw a bit of a smile flash over his face.

“‘m gonna cum rennie. can i please?” you said as your eyes rolled back. you never had to tell eren when you were gonna cum, he always knew. the slight shake in your legs and the slight twitch of your eye were tell tale signs of a quickly approaching orgasm.

still keeping with his angry facade, he gave a quick “do what you want”. not before coating his thumb with spit and rubbing quick circles on your clit. just how you like it of course.

“oh fuck ren…i’mcummingi’mcummin- ah!” he kept going despite your pleas and the feeling of your cum splashing onto his stomach. his all time goal was making his woman feel good and if overstimulating, see borderline killing, her was the case, then he’d do it.

after feeling your body calm down, eren pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach. “stick your ass in the air”.

still coming down from your orgasm, your movements were a bit delayed. moving too slow for eren’s liking, he picked your hips up and propped you up on your knees himself, quickly fucking back into you.

it didn’t take long before his strokes got sloppy. you felt him grip your hair and pull. as your head flung backwards, very hard, if i may add, you could feel eren’s cum shoot deep into you, slowly filling you to the brim.

after a few seconds of heavy breathing and slow grinding, eren pulled out of you, gave your pussy a kiss, and left. he returned shortly after with a rag and began to wipe you clean.

as your body fell to the side, you were able to face eren once more. no longer were his eyes empty, but they were full of care and concern.

“do you need anything? water or a snack? i was more rough on you than usual so i wanna make sure you don’t feel funny”. his eyes were so expressive, voice so soft, and his hands were so warm. it’s crazy to think that this soft and sweet boy was just fucking into you with no remorse not even five minutes ago.

you shook your head, “no, i’m alright”. the sudden raspiness of your voice caught the both of you by surprise, causing your hand to immediately grab at your throat.

eren picked you up and sat you upright. he ran his hands over your neck, checking your lymph nodes and general neck area. “your throat feels fine, it’s probably just really dry from not talking. i’m gonna grab you some water, don’t move!” he said before running off. ‘typical nursing student’, you thought to yourself, trying not to laugh.

when he returned, he held the bottle to your lips, refusing to allow you to move a muscle.

after taking down some water, eren soon began, “listen. i know i’m not the best listener. i’ve been trying to get better, but i know it still upsets you and i’m sorry. i’m not mad at you for acting that way, it just shows me that, that’s how it feels. i’m gonna get better, i swear i am. so please don’t be upset with me anymore”. his green eyes were so sad looking, it was like looking at a puppy.

you ran a hand over his cheek and smiled, “promise im not upset baby. thank you for telling me you’ll try harder. i can’t wait to see it”. he tucked some of your hair behind your ear before pulling you into a deep kiss.

soon, the two of you fell back into your peaceful afternoon routine. after your shared shower, eren went back to the kitchen and started back with dinner. thankfully he was cognitive enough to shut the stove off before hand. finally, you returned to your spot on the couch, book in hand and a newly positive attitude.

[blegh-110]

okay i need a part two where she gets her own group and kinda starts acting like sam and she starts partying and hanging out with older boys to cope and sam gets all mad and jealous

unless you already have an idea either way i love ur fic 🙏🙏

fyi, anon is referring to "im not a princess, this aint a fairytale" part of older brother's best friend!sam. Honestly I was going to write this after I was finished with the whole series, but I'm kinda in a little writing rut right now and I've been wanting to write this since I got it so hopefully this will help with it. Anywaysss…

Let's say this happens, and Sam is at one of his high school parties where kids are drinking and doing drugs and all that kinda stuff, and he sees reader there across the room. That boy is beyond shocked!!

 He thinks it makes sense for him to be there, he's been making not so great decisions and hanging out with the wrong people lately. But you? He knows how much you hate big, loud crowds like this, as well as the smell of weed and smoke from cigarettes. He knows because the last time he saw you you had given you a quick side hug after convincing his teacher to let him out of detention, you quite literally scrunched your nose and turned your head when your nose made contact with his shirt. He and his friends had smoked a bit in the parking lot right before. 

So right when he sees you he’s wondering what the fuck are you doing here? And why? Do you have a ride home? Who did you come with?

Then he goes from concerned and confused to really fucking concerned and confused when he sees a boy handing you a drink and putting your hair behind your ears. He’s heard about this other guy and he’s a total asshole. He knows because he sits right next to a group of girls in his math class who absolutely hate him, apparently he cheated on one of them and just treated her horribly. As soon as he sees him touch you he’s storming towards you two, not caring who he shouldered and bumped into. 

“Alright, get the fuck away,” Sam pushed the other boy’s shoulder roughly, then grabbed your bicep and began pulling you with him, “lets go.”

“Sam, what are you doing?” You attempted to free yourself from his grip but he was just going through the crowd of people so fast that your feet couldn’t stop moving with him. Soon enough he had gotten you outside to his car. 

“C’mon.” He looked back at you expecting you to get in but you continued to stand in your place, the very last thing you wanted was to be near him.

“Does your brother know you’re here?” That was what broke you, if he found out he’d blow up on you. With defeated and frustrated tears in your eyes you got in the passenger seat, letting out an annoyed sigh when Sam closed the door for you. 

“I don’t know who you’ve been hanging out with, but you need to be careful around people like him.” You didn’t say anything in response, only staring out the window watching the cars go by and the silence killed Sam. He didn’t like that there was no confusion or worry at his words, so he continued talking, just so he could hopefully get something from you.

“I’ve heard some awful stuff about him, he probably looks like a nice guy but he’s not.” He looked at you, maybe he just didn’t see your reaction.

Nothing. 

“Guys like him, (Y/N), they’re gonna treat you like shit if you’re not careful.” He spit out, thinking if he was aggressive with his word then you would understand what you were getting yourself into. 

“That’s hard to imagine.” Is all you say and Sam is fully ready to stop the car, reevaluate everything he’s done and apologize but he keeps driving. This was not how he wanted it to happen. Not when you were already angry and not when he didn't have his thoughts all together. So he gripped the steering wheel tightly and sighed, trying to let out his growing frustration in silence. 

And when he was back home, he was up for another hour going insane wondering if that wasn’t your first party you’ve been to, and that maybe that wasn’t the first time you were out with the other guy (it wasn’t your first party and it wasn’t your first time with him lol).

[twasbrillig71]

UPDATE; JUST FINISHED GOTHAM UNBURIED. IT RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE, YALL SHOULD GO LISTEN TO IT

hey guys, i just got to episode 5 of batman unburied! so uh. what the Fuck is Happening

[bumblebeehug]

Since talking about characters we used to hate.

As I said before. I'm new to the show and fandom. And There's some characters i wholeheartedly expected to hate before I watched it. (Mostly because of hearing others talk about it)

Including, happy. I had heard he was very annoying. But like what the hell. He's great.

Lisanna, Wendy,

HAPPYYYY he's the star of every show, the reason for me to live. He has never done anything wrong ever and I love him to death. I don't care if he's "annoying" or has "no character development" (yes he does, first of all, and second - he doesn't owe anyone character development. It's not illegal to keep being him, faults and all, because he's fine as he is!).

Lisanna was one of those poor characters that I hated in the beginning because she "got in the way" of nalu. Silly, but I was 12 so what can you expect, yk? But since then I've felt nothing but compassion for her. Her story was heartbreaking, how terrifying must it have been to find yourself in an alternative dimention where nothing's like it should be?

I actually didn't like Wendy at first either, but that's because we were the same age and they made her so childish (I hated being seen as childish, despite being a child) so it was mostly just internalised stuff. I quickly got over that, she's an amazing character, so sweet and unwavering. (Carla however is a different story - she aint my style, never has been, but I don't hate her either. She's just different!)

While I'm at it I might as well add that I hated Gray the first time I watched Fairy Tail. Mostly as a counter because my friend loved him and she had bad taste in guys, so there was nothing more to it. "She loves him so I GOTTA hate him or I've lost all my moras" type shi

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

ok, bc @ariagreenleaf inspired me over on the clock app with the "Mairin and Melkor are Oropher's dads" au, i can't help but put a little spin on it, and see how it would impact my au!

to start of with, in this au, Oropher isn't siblings with Elya (Elwe, Elmo, and Olwe's mother), instead Elya is Cloudryad(Oropher's romantic partner) twin sister. i wanna keep the twin thing going, even though i want to make being descendents of M&M unique to oropher's line.

i personally hc that, as a result of his ancestory, Oropher, and all his descendents, have yellow eyes with a black slit of a pupil, instead of round, courtesy of Mairon. Oropher, Thranduil, Miriel, and Thranduil's kids keep these hidden with illusion magic and contact lenses bc it's way to revealing of their ancestory to other elves, espescially if those elves have met Mairon.

Oropher loves his parents, but he doesn't like them. espescially in the beginning. he doesn't agree with what his fathers are doing. he understands that it's largely a result of Eru taunting Melkor with the whole "i have designed your every move, nothing you do isn't part of my plan, you have no true free will" schtick, and as a result Oropher, and his descendants, HATE Eru. like, it's personal for them.

however, that doesn't mean that Oropher thinks his parents should have gone off the deep end. bc logistically, it just doens't make sense to him. if you wanna stick it to eru, there are so many ways you could do that WITHOUT attempt at world domination/destruction, wich will inevitable catch the attention of the other valar and fail somewhere down the line. also, oropher has never been one for undeserved/unnecesary deaths. he has no issue dealing death out when he deems it deserved, but he isn't a fan of going out of his way to kill beings that have never even met him.

Oropher isn't particularly nice, but this disagreement is the main cataclyst of the rift that grows between parents and child, and eventually Oropher can't take it anymore.

what ultimatly breaks the camel's back is when oropher ends up spending time with the elves at lake cuivienen, and he meets cloudryad.

they were enemies at first (as is true to my original au) and they genuinly tried to fight/kill each other.... but then they clicked. enemies to lovers, as you will. n e way, Cloudryad knocked some sense into him (literally) though it should be noted that Cloudryad aint a saint either.

and then the 2 had Miriel and Thranduil.

Mairon and Morgoth wanted Oropher back, but when he redused, they sent an orc party after the grandbbies (mayby to kill them, maybe to capture them, maybe bc they want grandbby priveleges too, idk. it adds flavor, if oropher doesn't truelly know why his parents sent creatures to get to his kids).

Oropher and cloudryad beat them off, obviously, but Oropher is done with his parents at that point. his emotions are a mess, he loves them, but he dislikes them right now, and he doesn't know if he loves or hates them at this point either.

continuing, Thranduil and Miriel grow up into a pair of terrifying warriors, and while they do have their own distinctive personality, oropher can identify some aspects of his parents in them too. Miriel is like a fiery blaze, unwilling to bend or break, just like Melkor, and Thranduil is calmer, more likely to slit your throat from behind than to attack you from the front, like Mairon.

of course Cloudryad keeps Oropher in line (via a few loving knockes in sparing matches), and the kids grow up semi-safe (if you think that's the last of M&M, you're wrong.)

i'll create a part 2 later.

[problematic-faves-appreciation]

While I do believe some of the criticism LO receives in terms of story are understandable because there's some things that could be better in the story I also cant help but notice that other things talked abour when regarding LO are more personal opinions and just consist on spewing pure hate from people who only focus on some minor details or downright has nothing better to do than shit on the comic, its characters or creator.

1. Persephone isn't a Mary Sue, sure she's kind, friendly and always wants to do the right thing but she still has flaws and makes mistakes like her driving without a liscence, giving money to the shades, keeping secrets, her acting violent even if she has reason to (cough Asspollo cough) or smirking at Ares getting his ass wrecked by her mom. People still scold her for some of the things she does but not as harshly because she isn't a reckless teen but an adult. All the main characters in the story are adults so they are gonna act like it, not like hormonal teens . Plus regarding her trial, Persephone knows she deserves to face the consequences for what she did but she was afraid of the Trial cause it wasn't done with intention to seek righteous justice but to show people that Zeus was the leader of Olympus. The main difference between Kore and Minthe is that while both are insecure about themselves, Persephone doesn't take it out on others and instead tries to improve herself whereas Minthe likes to cause damage to others; she literally likes talking shit of people, endagered Persephone by sending her to Tartarus just so she couldn't see Hades and put Demeter on danger too with the Trial,not just Persephone. And no, the comic didn't do her dirty as she got and took a chance for self improvement and cut off her toxic friend for good.

2. Hades may be rich but he's no Christian Grey. Sure he likes Persephone but he respect her boundaries and treats her like a person and not a possesion like Asspollo, he literally said that he wasn't entitled to her in the 1st season. Sure he's not a perfect saint but he's not a monster either, he didn't fire Minthe or took away her apartment even if he could have after she physically and verbally abused him at work using one of his deepest fears and he did apologize to Thanatos for his treatment of him.

3. Thanatos, Minthe and Zeus aint assholes just for not liking Persephone x Hades, the story doesn't treat them as a monsters for dislikng Persephone but are still shown to be dicks due to how they treated her and Hades as well as others. Minthe greatly disliked Persephone out of jelaousy to the point of endagering her by sending her to Tower 4, liked to rub in her face that Hades was hers uncaring if Hades didn't like it and she tried to get her on Trial by painting her as a villain in the story they told Zeus which affected not only Kore but Demeter as well and also abused Hades. But they still have her a chance to redeem herself and bettering herself as we saw in s3 and she's doing much better now.

Thanatos outright didn't like Persephone, the 1st time they met was when he shoved her with his wings to take the train but even then Kore didn't treat him badly, she even shared her baklaba with him. And what does he do later? Basically insulting her in front of Hecate calling her a moron. While he may be right about Hades maybe being in the wrong for letting her work in the library as she's shown to struggle with stuff on her 1st day that didn't mean he had the right to wotk with Minthe and Thetis to ruin Persephone's life just out of jelaousy and wanting the love of Minthe. He maybe regretted his actions but it doesn't erase them. At the very least hes doing better now with a better partner than Minthe.

Zeus's Trial was wring because he didn't seek justice but to show everyone hes the boss of Olympus even if it meant delivering barbaric and undeserved punishments. He was a dick to Persephone in her Trial alongside her mom, going so far as gaslighting Demeter when she brought up his mistreatments of her. He had reasons to do what he did and we can understand it but he still unnecesarily prolonged Persephone's banishment even if she did everything that was asked of her right which wasn't only affecting her or hades but everyone as well cause they couldn't visit their loved ones and the situation in Olympus wasn't great not only that but tried to get Hades to forget about Persephone with Euridice. But at the very least when Kore saved everyone from Kronos, Zeus lifted her punishment and allowed Hades and Persephone to get married.

4. Demeter isn't a great mom but shes not a cruel monster, she was just lonely and wanted some company so she gave birth to Kore. And despite her shortcomings as a mother, she loves her daughter but deep down wants her to be safe as she knows how cruel the world can be. Of course this doesn't excuse her treatment towards Kore but as weve seen theyre trying to work things out between Kore and Demeter so there's hope for them

If you ask me, most of the "LO Critical" crowd's criticism towards the Webtoon consists of them hating the source material for not playing out how they want/ed it to, going on non-stop about Persehade's age gap romance and calling a relationship between two consenting adults "pedophilia" (the haters sure love to infantilize Persephone), and bashing the author as a person over fiction.

[thesleepy1]

The Sniffling Tiger

A/N: I have loads of things that I should be doing. Am I doing those things though? No. No I am not. Instead of getting work done, I am writing a fanfic. :D This one is another incorrect quote by the lovely @devil_in_westwood on instagram.  

Pairings: Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty

Summary: Sebastian is taken by the Virgin and his Soldier. All that he can hope for is a swift death before Jim finds out that he’s gone.  

Or, 

“Sherlock: Where’s your owner. 

Sebastian: I aint’ tell you SHI—wait what you call him?

Sherlock: *to john* After all the blows to the head he must be losing his hearing… Your OWNER, Colonel where is he? 

Sebastian: Oh fuck you virgin, I heard what you said. But he’s my Boss not my owner. 

John: Tell that to the GPS microchip in your neck.” 

Word count: 924

Warnings: Violence, possessive!Jim, dark!Jim, brief mentions of torture, brief mentions of water boarding, language,

Sebastian was going to catch a cold. He just knew it. He should’ve put on the jumper that Jim had been nagging him about. But he had wanted to be a brat and now he was paying for it. 

The sniper didn’t actually think that Sherlock was going to waterboard him. He thought that it was an empty threat. The pale, lanky man looked like a swift breeze would blow him over, let alone be capable of torturing anyone. If anyone was going to draw blood, Sebastian had thought that it would be Johnny boy. 

Boy was he wrong. 

The dirty water was soaked into his clothes, clinging to his skin. His hair was damp. His gooseflesh had gooseflesh. A draft from an open window made him shiver. Sebastian hated that he knew his skin would be flushed red right now. The cut on his lip wasn’t helping his appearance either.

Suffice to say, Sebastian wouldn’t be winning any beauty pageants in the future. 

“Where’s your owner?” That came from Sherlock. The man was in his signature overcoat, a scarf snuggly tied around his long neck. 

“I ain’t telling you SHI—wait what did you call him?” 

Sherlock turned to look at his soldier. “After all the blows to the head he must be losing his hearing…” His head turned on a swivel back to Sebastian. Blue-green eyes glared down. “Your OWNER, Colonel, where is he?” 

Sebastian spat venom, “Oh fuck you virgin, I heard what you said. But he’s my boss, not my owner.” 

John gripped Sebastian’s sandy hair in a vice. He tugged Sebastian’s head back, exposing his neck. “Tell that to the GPS microchip in your neck.” 

Sebastian laughed at a punchline only he knew. It wasn’t the happy kind of laugh either. It came with thick mucus and sniffling snot. “Jim likes to keep track of his assets. I’m not a fucking dog, I’m a weapon he doesn’t like being misplaced.” Sebastian laughed again, his voice rough. “A dog would get better treatment.” 

“Oh I bet you get treated just fine,” Sherlock said with a condescending tone. “You probably get to sleep at the foot of his bed if you behave, don’t you?” 

Sebastian tensed up, wrenching his head out of John’s grip and glaring at the floor. His breaths were coming in heavy. “Fuck you. You know nothing about me.” Sebastian was going to break his hands to get out of his bindings if he had to. He really did not want to be here. 

“But I do, Colonel Moran. Or…what was it Jim called you again? Panther? Lion…? Ah, something with patterns.” Sherlock held his chin as if deep in thought. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “That’s right. Tiger.” 

“Shut up!” Sebastian snarled. “You have no right to use that name.” 

“Well if you prefer pussy cat, I can call you that too,” John added with a smirk of his own. 

“Tiger’s a much better fitting name for him. You should see his lovely strips sometime…” Jim said in a singsong voice. “Then again, I’d have to kill you after. His strips are for my eyes only.” The gun pressed to John’s head was for theatrics, but the present audience didn’t know that. 

They could all hear when the safety was off. 

“Sherlock,” Jim sang. “You know better than to take away my toys. I wasn’t done playing with him just yet.” 

“Kill John and I will stop at nothing to end you,” Sherlock threatened. Everyone present knew he meant it too. 

“Take away my tiger again and we’ll see what I’m capable of. You’ve seen nothing, Sherlock. NOTHING.” 

Sherlock seemed to debate the odds in his head for a second. All was quiet. 

“Fine…Take him and leave. No one has to get hurt.” 

“He’s bleeding, Sherlock. You’ve already broken my toy.” 

Sherlock gestured to his own lips. “Do the same to me. Then we’re ev—” 

Jim took the opening before Sherlock was even finished. Only Jim didn’t aim for the mouth like offered. He went for Sherlock’s nose. He felt his knuckles ache, knowing with certainty that he broke bone. 

“Now we’re even.” 

***** 

Sebastian couldn’t stop sneezing as he got off the elevator. He was definitely sick.Which made an already shitty day worse. Jim didn’t like anything to do with germs, let alone spend time with someone with the flu. He was going to make Sebastian sleep on the couch or have him stay at a shabby safe house with no heating. 

Sebastian hugged his arms to conserve what little heat that he could. “Thanks for getting me, boss.” He coughed, the action causing more pain than it was worth. “Let me get some warmer clothes and then I’ll head out.” 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“To a safe house…? Cause I’m sick?” 

Jim pressed his lips together into a straight line. He had never looked so visibly angry, “If you think I’m going to let you out of my sight then Sherlock must’ve hit you harder over the head than I thought. 

“B-but I-I,” Sebastian stumbled at a loss for words. “But I’m sick? 

“All the more reason for you to stay close to me. You can’t defend yourself in this state.” Jim pointed into the direction of the bathroom. “Go. I’m running you a bath.” 

“Really?” Sebastian couldn’t keep the hopeful smile off his face. 

“Don’t look so happy. The minions will accuse me of abusing my pets. Don’t make me change my mind.” 

Sebastian never ran so fast.

[nightguide]

heres the secret about the egg if you're watching this by purity. the egg conotation (what you think) is all around you by atom.

so science breaks it down

my journey was that you removed me from religion (why i felt so deep and misunderstood) that you will never get

an atom

so you're a theist

you're not muslim at all but you went through the rat race (Rowan Atkinson movie) and you made me win you back (so i reverted to get away from you, so you got money knowing nothing (your sexism overall)

but you got the egg

the egg in the sea is your sexual orientation to your wife (not even halal but you haram gf'ed her by purity but you never believed (she married you to save my life, so your contract is void) so you sabotaged my family for 'piety money' (about me) but you would take advantage over a disabled kid to 'get rights' so you're owed money from people by default

nothing about a disabled kid is knowing you used me as a debt collector for life (me as a slave for your shitty reasoning with Islam and patriarchy cuz you knew how much you'd benefit it knowing the religion was originally a Matriarch (you got some deep shitty psychological problems over one family only 'using you' so you wanted to get the crown for... nothing)

so you wanna be pro-active JW for.. that.

you wanted to have sex and you never felt 'complete' and you made me go through your past to save my future (some role model you are) and everybody knows

what i did with Anson Seabra is perfectly halal to make my life good with a newcomer (you made me go through that shitty day for you to 'live')

what i did is that i always wanted to get married (normal for a dreamer) so he will use a society to work for him and not for the latter of his mother (who he is initially attracted to) why i hate keanu reeves is you: the reader

so it's a step by step reasoning with my soul is why i was always in pain knowing i loved my husband (state of dream achieved: dr. joe dispenza and TV theory saved me) is knowing ND people are married born (why their dads go dajjal on you in public)

so knowing that now is how my dad (clone replica of him being there irl is him knowing the world according to Allah never dies is you not believing in love but you'll eat your way through (big brother rhetoric)

so you made me up (a community) to sexualise me (why im on TV) but you'll do nothing to make it up for it (you aint muslim yourself for one gori turned muslim right back) i did not do all of this on my blog for you (i almost died to put you in the cave myself, im the fckin Queen)

and now Ru Paul hates you.

good

i hope you learn that Lee Pace is not into you and will possibly find a way to jade you out of the sequence knowing i heavily loved what i seen in my father right back to the Qur'an (humble yourself there. those sex scenes aren't for you) good, now you're raped by life (as it should be)

now get back to work before i destroy your monastery with a suprise outcome

Kevin Bacon is Muslim

Faaiz Hussein IX

you'll forget that you will look up to Jared Leto because he ran a cult if you look for him with advice is how i know what you did wrong (he wanted to have a good time)

Javed Leto Ahmed VIII

and why you don't see TV dilemma the same way again if you piss off your mother one more time cuz one, you'll never know Jennifer Lopez again the same way (Naseem Khan)

Declan Donnelly (Riaz Yusuf)

Anthony McPartlin (Anthony Javeed IV)

you'll never want to see me in the ending credits cuz my Dad ain't your husband cuz you done fucked up if my best friend is somebody you knew on TV who is just like me because why all of Glee cast is Muslim but i name drop to serve you not live with you

Tilda Swinton (Taba Swab Syaafi)

but you'll never be cuz your fat ass is never first but last, hence why you never met him (David Tennant) the first time (the hare)

David Tennant (Jaabir Zafar)

kiss my ass you'll never be better than me cuz i know your 'da'dah' does not exist anymore if he comes up telling you what you missed out only after i'm married cuz everybody knows, but i'll buy the Porsche just cuz your mother (Hugh Jackman: Hugh Jackman (Haaris Jackman) will make you do more than the ordinary (you knew your fckin uncle will hate you to end your shitty monastery with a life (now the conspiracy circuit says you're Baal, so how did you come across my acc then (your Allah)?

David Bowie (Zaafir Mumtaz Lraaz)

who you talking to?

[sleepy-achilles]

Oh I'll put this here, but do not send death threats to anyone, especially Thorki shippers. What are you? A child. And do not send them hate, especially anonymous. If you're gonna do it grow some balls and do it public

I love that I've upset Thorki shippers with my post as they to on to prove my point with their replies.

Do you know how many people have justified shipping Thorki by saying their adopted so its fine?

Yall know that is just saying, thor and loki aren't brothers because Lokis adopted.

And no, I'm not exaggerating. You have the thorki shippers who are straight up like, yeah this is incest, don't like don't interact (yall are cool. Love you guys. You accept the truth.) And then the ones who are just like, AH YEAH WELL LOKIS ADOPTED AND NEVER FELT LIKE HE FIT IN ANYWAYS SO ITS FIND!

No. No its not. Of course he never felt like he fit in Odin treated him differently. But they were still raised as brothers 😆

All I said was no hate to Thorki, just admit you're into incest 😆

And then they go onto rip into Lokius that has literally done nothing wrong other than be loki shipped with someone who's not basically related to him.

The funny thing is. I'm not even active in the thor fandom. I watched season one of loki and loved it but never got too season 2. So the fact I'm being called a toxic Lokius shipper makes me giggle. The only marvel ships I have is Stony, Winteriron, spiderpool (Andrews or Tobeys spiderman, not Tom's) and whatever the fuck is going on in the xmen world at the moment. (Fingers crossed for some weird wolvepool shit hey?). Never really been into Loki. I can't really say Thor because I'm obviously a avenger fan and enjoy his ship with Tony. But like I've watched the thor films once and that's it really.

Also people assuming that I'm not adopted or that I don't have family members adopted is crazy. Like...you gonna tell me I can't have a opinion on toxic thorki fans using the excuse of loki being adopted to mean its cool for thor and loki to fuck in their eyes because your assuming I have no connection to the adoption world based off what?

And yeah I avoid thorki but it's not always easy when your searching for any type of thor content. That shit isn't always tagged correctly.

Also to those Thorki fans, the sweet ones, all the love to you guys. You know it's weird and a bit questionable, you also probably ship wincest, but yall are honest about it unlike some people. So shout out to yall.

Sorry thorki fans who don't want to acknowledge some of you have weird toxic attitudes, yall were gonna get called out at some point 🤷‍♂️

(And to the peep talking about me being fussy over God's.. we can go down that route. If you'd like. Because then yall would be shipping Thor with his uncle. Which opens a whole nother can of worms. I clearly state in the post if you are just into incest between fiction characters that's fine, just admit it. Aint my cup of tea but if its yours then that's your business ain't it?)

Gonna put this in big writing. I am sorry to those Thorki shippers who don't use him being adopted as a justification to it. That post was not directed at you, I hope you know that.

[idsafehere]

Just putting some thoughts here.... after a month of juggling self-reflection and work responsibilities.

Processing the thoughts, feelings, of my recently concluded relationship. Browsed through a lot of social media reels about attachment styles and the likes...

Funny how everyone's trying to be a psychology major...

To recap: He said I did nothing wrong. That he had such an easy relationship with me. He just ended up waking up to a reality that I no longer have a place in his future.

The more I reflected on his words and how it affected me. I came to a realization that he was not ready for further commitment, despite the various discussions of a prospective future.

His mind was just too full of other more important priorities that he was willing to shut himself off for the sake of his work.

Coupled by him having a lot of fears of the future, of the unknown. It became a hot topic between us...

1. He wants to build a family, and I am honestly fine with it. To build a family, would mean a partnership, a commitment to another human being. Perhaps, he began to feel afraid, when I have stated that I wanted him to be there as much as he can. What use to be a father, when he cannot find time to witness his child's milestones?

2. Relating to point number 1, the second fear is the fear of disappointment if we end up being unable to build a family. He ain't getting any younger, and I am breezing through my early 30's. The discussion went as far as having an annulment (divorce aint a thing in this part of the world) if I wouldn't be able to bear him a child.

Modern technology has gone through so much new discoveries. 40's becoming the new cut off for advanced maternal age... for goodness sake.

To be honest, the discussion elicited a fear of abandonment in me. I expressed that fear to him, letting him know that I was hurt by what he said. He apologized.

But I knew in my heart, something had changed in him. I was too stubborn to believe it was nothing. And that fear grew steadily, thus his courage failed.

Perhaps, he became stunned with the fear of someone he loved to be bearing so much hate and a grudge against him. Anger is not new to me. I can hold a grudge for years. How stupid of him to think that he could soften the blow.

I have learned to appreciate my singlehood after a nasty breakup of a first relationship. I am not defined by my relationships, rather, I am defined by own perception of my self.

While the possibility of him already entertaining other potential partners during/after the relationship ended, then he would have broken his personal rule in cheating.

I have to relearn to restrain my curiosity and not give a shit. His life is his own to wreck.

I am gradually coming in to terms and building into the self-belief that he lost a lot more than I did. And it just sucks that I lost a best friend.

For now, I would rather choose to do things for my own solitude and happiness.

If the One above deems that I find my true partner in this lifetime, may His will be done.

[elpida]

"Oh we're nothing alike, 'coz I'd have never done what you just did, of all things.. of all the things you could do, blaming her, after what she just had to go through? I hope she has the sense to hate you for it, I hope you have to live with knowing that you are the one that did the most damage and tore it all apart." He'd taken offence, he wasn't that man anymore, he wasn't angry all the time, he'd got better at controlling it. That didn't mean he was always perfect but god, how was Angelo not out for Sam's blood? Cade was itching to find the guy but first, they needed all that evidence gone. It inadvertently helped Angelo, but it helped Eden the most. She'd never be rid of the worry if that remained, it had to be deleted, demolished, whatever, it had to go.

"You're fucking wrong." Cade spoke up, after his outburst, after the abandonment. "She what, slipped trough your fingers? You think waking up to her not there is abandonment? Real abandonment is gonna come at the bottom of a bottle, when there's nobody left to help you get rid of it. That is where your abandonment is, 'coz when there'd liquid in that bottle you aren't alone, but when it's gone? When everyone went with each empty bottle hidden or thrown away? That's when it's gonna hit you that just 'coz you thought you were abandoned in one moment, you didn't know real loneliness. I'd fuckin' know, been there, and I 'aint got no sympathy for you. You make the choice to crack the lid open, you can make the same choice to keep it closed."

Sudden Cade huffed laughter. "Amends." he scoffed the wor.d Part of him wanted whatever it'd take to make Eden happy but another part, really hoped she'd never forgive him but... he was angry and bitter right now, he couldn't see anything beyond that anger in the moment. He loved her and Cade knew Eden, he knew that she'd loved Angelo a long time now but.. "Too little, too late." he gruffly comments. "We're sorting this shit with Sam. Today. The first thing we need is this evidence gone. The old guy wont be awake for a while, I'll stay here and watch over, Santino you need to sort yourself out, you look like shit." well, he was brutal with it. "Either way the evidence.. what do you think Ags?"he turned clicking his fingers. "When I get him, once it's green light to get him, we're gonna need that feisty girl, the uhhh.." he hummed, clicking his fingers. "Auburn hair, real curly, was great with dragging out someone's torture and this asshole is gonna pay, slowly."

Sam was panicking. He didn't know where that footage of him stabbing Lawrence had gone, it was all set up to go to her phone so why hadn't it? Where else had it gone or could it go? His mind jumped from person to person but he had to know who, to rid it. He was impatient, obsessive with things being eprfect and it was far from perfect right now. She'd see Angelo and he kept checking the location of her phone. The hospital. It just kept lingering at the hospital. It was Cade's call to leave it there, make it look like she was just being kept longer or that she was waiting, if Sam made any communication Cade would be the first to know but he didn't make any communication. He was racking his mind, trying to find a solution. "Make a mistake, Eden." he growled, swigging back another shot of whisky, pacing through his apartment. There were five laptops, open and set up across his coffee table, each one displaying the camera's in the bakery.. all except the one she'd sabotaged, the overlooked camera.

He ran his hands through his floppy waves of dark hair, squeezing his hands into the tufts. He was angry, it was building.. and he had to think straight. He needed Eden back in her cage, a thumping and panicking little rabbit. "You'll make a mistake." he as good as growling. "And I will be waiting." he left all the laptops open, disappearing into the bathroom, a cold shower should fix his mind however on his way he couldn't help but swipe a few ornaments from a surface side and let them smash. Thankfully Eden hadn't drawn blood when she smashed his head with a vase or this would be far worse, it'd only bruised his forehead.

Angelo was lost in the swirl of his own emotions—anger, pain, betrayal, and the ever-present haze of alcohol clouding his judgment. His focus was so narrow that he couldn’t see beyond his own suffering. Eden’s injuries, her terror, and the nightmare she had endured at the hands of Sam were all overshadowed by his own spiraling thoughts of how he had been wronged. It was as if he was trapped in a loop of self-pity and anger, unable to break free. Agatha, watching this unfold, felt a surge of frustration, even anger herself. How could Angelo be so blind? How could he not see the fear and pain etched on Eden’s face? Her protective instincts kicked in, and she fought the urge to physically shake some sense into him.

Instead, she channeled her anger into action. With a determined glare, she grabbed Eden’s phone, flipping through it with a practiced eye. It didn’t take long before she found what she was looking for—the phone was being tracked, every movement, every message siphoned off to another device. It was clear evidence that Sam had been manipulating and controlling Eden, more insidiously than Angelo could have imagined. Angelo’s rage and frustration were palpable, but Agatha’s calm, measured actions cut through the tension in the room. As she held up Eden’s phone, showing clear evidence that it was being tracked and leaking data to another device, his furious expression faltered for a moment. "It's being tracked, Angelo. If you don't believe her, then at least believe a detective's insight," Agatha said firmly, her tone leaving no room for denial. Angelo’s eyes locked onto the phone, his breath hitching as the reality of the situation started to pierce through his haze of anger and alcohol. The proof was undeniable, and the weight of his misplaced accusations began to sink in. His jaw clenched, his hand trembling slightly as he tried to process what Agatha had revealed.

Angelo stood there, his mind spinning not just from the alcohol, but from the gravity of Eden’s words. The mention of Sam’s threats about videos and images sent a chill down his spine. His reputation, his image—it all seemed so trivial now compared to the damage that had already been done. But it was her question, "Do you have any idea what he tried to do to me?" that cut through the haze. His eyes finally registered the physical evidence of her suffering—the scratches, the bruise, each mark a silent testament to the violence she had endured. He stayed silent, the weight of her words pressing down on him, each one hitting harder than the last. And then, when she said he didn’t love her, it was as if she had driven a knife into his heart. Those words echoed the pain he had felt on that night at the hotel, the night she left without a word, leaving him shattered and alone. He had replayed that moment over and over in his mind, the hurt festering into anger, into bitterness. But now, hearing those same words from her, it felt like that old wound was being torn open all over again.

His jaw clenched tightly as he fought to keep his emotions in check, but it was impossible. The alcohol that had clouded his judgment now served to amplify the storm of feelings swirling inside him. He could see her pain, feel it as if it were his own, but he didn’t know how to respond. He was a chaotic mess, torn between the urge to lash out in defense and the desperate need to reach out to her, to somehow make things right. But how could he? How could he possibly make amends for what he had allowed to happen? The realization that he had failed her—that his love had not been enough to protect her—was unbearable. He wanted to say something, anything to break the silence that stretched between them, but the words wouldn’t come. His gaze, once hardened with anger, now softened with regret, lingering on the bruises that marred her skin. The same bruises that he should have prevented, had he been there, had he not let his own pain consume him.

Agatha's frown deepened as she watched Eden leave the room, fully aware that Cade was barely holding his anger in check. She could sense the tension rising, like a storm about to break, and her heart ached for her friend. But she also knew that Cade had reached his limit, and when he finally exploded, shoving Angelo against the wall, she wasn’t surprised. She was only surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Angelo, despite his larger frame, was caught completely off guard. He hadn't expected Cade to lash out so suddenly, and the impact against the wall knocked the breath out of him. He grunted in pain, his reflexes dulled by the alcohol that had clouded his senses for weeks. He instinctively tried to push Cade away, his large fingers wrapping around Cade's wrist in an attempt to assert control, but that control slipped away the moment Cade revealed the truth: Eden was pregnant.

The words hit Angelo like a sledgehammer. His grip on Cade's wrist softened, and his entire body froze, the implications of those words sinking in. Pregnant. Eden was pregnant, and he had been too consumed by his own demons to even notice. His mind tried to process the revelation, but everything else Cade said became a blur—his focus locked on that single, life-altering fact. A child that could be brought into his world that could carry his own blood. When Cade jerked him, forcing him to pay attention, Angelo’s eyes widened. The barrage of accusations—about his drinking, about how Sam had laid a hand on Eden, about how she had become a wounded, defenseless version of herself—all began to register. Each word was like a dagger, cutting through the thick fog of anger and bitterness that had been clouding his judgment. Booze. Pregnant. Laid a hand. Wounded kitten without claws. Fuck. He hadn't realized until that moment that every single day of drinking litres of alcohol had messed him up.

When Cade demanded that Angelo clean up his act—get a shower, shave, and return to the man he once was—Angelo found himself unable to immediately respond. His gaze drifted away, focusing instead on Lawrence, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sound punctuating the tense silence. For a brief moment, Angelo attempted to gather his scattered thoughts, searching for clarity in the midst of his inner turmoil. But when Cade pushed further, stating that Angelo didn’t deserve to be a father, something inside Angelo snapped. He whipped his head toward Cade, anger flaring in his eyes. Summoning what little strength he had left, Angelo shoved Cade back, his palms forceful against Cade’s chest. "Who the fuck are you to talk, Sabelle?" Angelo spat, his voice seething with rage. "Or have you forgotten that easily that you're just like me? That we can both kill and hurt that easily."

His words were sharp, cutting deep as Agatha stepped forward, determined to intervene. "Cade is nothing like you, Angelo. He's moved on from that life, and he knows how to be a father, the best father, and the best partner. What you said to Eden? That was completely hurtful, and you—" But Angelo interrupted her, his frustration boiling over. "You haven't been abandoned, Agatha!" His voice was loud, filled with irritation. "It all comes down to when you think that you've had the love of your life back, but the next morning you realize the world is the same shit it was before because she's not in it. Because she left. You don't fucking understand what I went through, so I suggest you both shut the fuck up."

The room was thick with tension as Angelo turned back to Cade, his voice lowering but still carrying the weight of his anger and regret. "I know I fucked up, Sabelle. That much I'm aware of by now, and I'm willing to make amends because, believe it or not, I love Eden." His confession was raw, unfiltered, and desperate—a plea for understanding, if not forgiveness. Angelo knew he had let his pain and anger consume him, driving a wedge between him and everyone he cared about. But beneath all the rage and bitterness, his love for Eden remained, a stubborn flicker in the darkness that he couldn’t extinguish, no matter how much he tried to bury it. His gaze widened upon realizing he'd openly said it. The words she needed to hear, but she wasn't in the room to hear them.

[h0rr0rluvr]

back at it again with the SAW phase (this contains spoilers in all SAW movies)

Okay, so. I love SAW, right? I watched all the SAW movies in order last summer. I did not personally like Spiral...that one was ass no offense..But I HATE John Kramer like bro is so confusing...

John: “I despise murder. I do not murder people.”

AND THEN HE TURNS AROUND AND IS LIKE

John: “In order to survive you must take out your own heart and shove it up your cellmates ass.”

LIKE BOY IKYFL

Like another thing that confuses me in the first one is HOW WOULD ADAM HAVE GOTTEN OUT? GIRL THE KEY WENT DOWN THE DRAIN. That waas Amanda’s fault...she done threw it in there and it went bye bye.

 It also confuses me on how John says he doesnt murder people and how he shouldnt go to jail for it...like boy.....YOU KIDNAPPED THEM THOUGH???? Hes all thinking he did nothing wrong...

I HATEEEE the other people that worked with him/take over after him. Like Mark???? His traps made NO SENSE. IT PISSED ME OFF. LIKE HE MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO GET OUT OF THEM. I can’t remember if he made the one where this girl had to put her hand in the acid but THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TOO. “Here get this key and burn your hand off to unlock the 2 locks on the top....theres no way to get the rest off that are in your RIBS.” EUGHHH. IT WAS SO DUMB. LIKE SHE JUST ACCEPTED IT.

And Dr. Gordon though...mannnnn he couldve done so much better than to work with John, like I get he barely had a choice but cmon mannnnn...I was so pissed when he showed up in one of the last SAW movies, I was like bro aint no way. I love the first SAW I loved sexy Dr. Gordon and his gay little stalker twink cellmate..

Anyways thats all or the rant, I just wanted to get my anger out <3

[mumpsetc]

Ive Recently Become Fixated On Treasure Chest Winning PPT2 Because I Think His Victory Would Be Just So Hollow, So Devoid of Joy or Self Satisfaction. I Want Him to Win and Feel Nothing.

[haruhey]

chronological thoughts of 11x21

safe to say i am… EXCITED….

@imagine-thewalkingdead, this one’s for u 😚😚

- OK EXCITED IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

- OUTPOST 22 LETS GOOOOOOOO

- IM SO EXCITED I CANT STOP SMILING

- omg lance my precious pathetic baby boy 🫶🫶

- rip to a real one

- RICK GRIMESSSSSSSS

- no taking hershel away from maggie is sick and twisted hasn’t she been through enough 😭😭😭

- why is this show so dark guys please

- omg she got out of those ropes so quick

- omg the girlies look so tired free them

- OH MY GOD MAGGIE

- oh my god their face thats so awesome what a win

- RAGDOLLED AGAINST THE TREE omg

- just taking a nice lil nap 🫶

- who tf are these people

- omg girlie going through it

- omg exiles

- WHWRE ARE CAROL AND DARYL GUYS COME ON THIS IS THE ONLY REASON IM WATCHING RN???

- damn rosita going through it fr

- THEYRE ALL GONNA MEET AT THE END OF THE TRAIN TRACKS ARENT THEY

- terminus tease

- CAROL AND DARYLLLLLL

- OMG CONNIE

- LET HER GO LET HER GOOOOOO SHE AINT DONE NOTHING WRONG !!!!

- NOOO NOT THE CAVE

- carol’s sordid past 😔

- THE HANDHOLDING 🫶🫶🫶

- such a slay on maggie’s part

- i honestly dont think i could ever kill a kid walker thats like too much emotionally but also fuck them kids

- DARYL AND CAROLLLLLL

- season one girlies iktr iktr

- this is so caryl coded goodbye

- “they had to come at us when we were seperated. what does that say to you?” “that we scare the shit out of pamela.” SLAY GIRLIES SLAYYYYYYY

- I KNEW THE THE TRAIN WOULD SLAY

- DARYL????

- omg gabe pulling his religious

- omg they kill them we all know what that’s code for

- HE JUST HAS A BIBLE IN HIS POCKET PLEASE THATS SO FUNNY

- carol the problem solver as always 🫶 (ignore all the times shes caused problems thanks)

- kelly giving area 51 how gen z of her

- lmao negan getting a taste of what working for the Saviours community was like

- outpost 22 really is that girlie huh

- carol and daryl are truly so sexy

- CAROL AND CONNIE MY GIRLIES 🫶🫶

- hell yeah daryl chase him down kill him

- OH MY GOD THIS IS THE STUPID MOTORCYCLE SLIDE EPISODE THATS AWESOME

- ayyye the gang’s all back ♥️

- this train conductor is giving very math for science majors energy

- daryl and connie are so cute 🫶🫶😭♥️

- damn thats

- rip to a real one

- KILL HIM EZEKIEL!!!

- SLAY EZEKIEL SO TRUE EZEKIEL

- shut up negan !!!

- shut up negan i hate u!!!

- kelly looks so fucking sad omg my sweet girl please 😭

- NEGAN MARTYR ERA??

- SHUT UP NEGAN I DONT WANT TO THINK OF YOU AS A HERO SHUT UP !!!!

- omg music building up

- OH MY GOD THEYRE GOING TO ALEXANDRIA

- on a mission !! on a mission !! on a mission !!!

- they are all so slay it’s unbelievable

- wait why am i so excited for the next three episodes 😭😭

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.