#he can't give advice on so much shit because he's not stupid enough to actually explain the way he thinks out loud

[spring-lxcked]

going crazy thinking about how my william just. he is affectionate toward his kids. he'll ruffle their hair and hug them and cook dinner ("Everyone eats at the table, together.") and buy them their 40th toy that they'll play with for a month and then forget and tuck them in bed and read them books and it's almost all totally genuine.

but he's only a decent parent when times are good. it's not just that him being stressed = him choosing to focus on work over them (although that's true). it's also that he just will not be there for them emotionally. he represses everything, and then raises his kids in a home where there's this implication that showing too much emotion is bad. crying is bad. getting upset over "unimportant" things is bad. his kid comes to him because they got in an argument with their best friend and like. he has no real advice to give. he might offer some mild words of comfort or even a hug, but he's not actually comforting. and the fucked up part is that he absolutely isn't being a shitty parent on purpose in those moments.

[mmogurl]

So, last night I finally got through Daemon's arc in Fire and Blood.. There are going to be major spoilers in this post, so only click -keep reading- if you have read it already.. or don't care if I spoil it by talking frankly about its contents! I will be discussing Rhaenyra as well as Aemond. **SPOILERS!! IF YOU KEEP READING! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

So, I am just completely wrecked by his ending and how Rhaenyra basically pushes him to it with her psychotic, stupid ways. I mean.. I strongly disliked Rhaenyra after the show, before even reading the book (especially after that fight where she says she can't trust him which is not in the book). But now after reading it, I utterly despise her! She's awful! Horrible.. and the worst kind of stupid! It's like, she just goes kind of nuts, but nobody notices that she has. But it's so obvious that she is not thinking clearly, that or she truly doesn't care about anyone or anything.. Like they are all just pawns to her, dogs to use. But then she doesn't even know how to move them properly on the board - hence my calling her stupid.. I feel like her response of ordering Nettles death was the last nail in the coffin for Daemon, and he was just like.. Fuck this shit.. I mean she literally says, she doesn't care if the lord there takes her head in her sleep.. and she slept with Daemon! Can you imagine that shit?? And this is after she said it's perfectly ok for him to sleep around with Mysaria while Rhaenyra is seemingly uninterested in him, so it's not like she was jealous. But, it seemed like he might have actually cared for Nettles and so he sends her away to save her from all the fucking madness surrounding Rhaenyra and by proxy himself... The line where he and Aemond are talking and the young prince says he's lived long enough.. where Daemon simply replies.. "On that much we can agree," is just so telling.

Imagine having been instrumental in putting Rhaenyra on the throne only to have it become so fucked in the end. And ultimately, I don't think he has the heart to do what he SHOULD do.. which is kill her.. he just decides to go off and die an honorable death in battle like a fucking Viking warrior going off to Valhalla.. But it's so bittersweet.. I hated it.. hated how it all felt like it was for nothing.. because Rhaenyra's a fucking idiot who can't listen to a god damned bit of advice from her much more experienced husband! Like, he suggests TWICE in the book to give Ulf and Hugh something to keep them happy and twice she refuses! So how does it come as a surprise when they turncoat?? But let's be realistic.. the whole Red Sowing was fucking foolhardy to begin with! Tell me, does it make sense to give the power of a god to bastards with no allegiance!? And then to not even buy their allegiance!? It's. just. stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. I'm going to be writing my fic with even more fervor now, because honestly, the entire war in the book.. What happens to Maelor, what happens at Tumbleton!? It's all a nightmare and should be avoided.. A terrible, terrible wrong that must be made right! Ugh! Rhaenyra was already an opponent in my fic - In the Shadow of Dragons. Without spoiling the story, I already have it out for her, but now it's on like fucking Donkey Kong, bitch! Ugh, and to lose Daemon and Aemond at the same time!?! X_X!!! It was at least an awesome battle and the art in the book was epic level, but they are both my favorites and now they are both dead. Now all that is left is to read about how cake eating, psycho Rhaenyra gets overthrown. I am currently at the part where King's Landing has gone into revolt.. and I'm thinking it won't be pretty for her when it happens. And there's another thought.. when you see everything awful that happens under Rhaenyra's rule, one cannot help but consider.. That even Aegon might have done a better job!

/End Rant

[not-goldy]

Whoever says jimin got scammed is stupid because he didn't get scammed or anything. He lent Money to someone he knows, he made sure to have done all the documenting process in case it'll be needed. And since he has written it on papers he can right now file a case against the guy and demand his money the next day if he wants. He lent money and what the other person does with his money is their choice it has nothing to do with jm. He donates 100M won every few months so it ain't a big deal for him, he might have not even expected the guy to return, he himself said it return it in 10 years lol. He doesn't expect much from the guy. The guy might have said he needs money for medical treatment for xyz so like who would not want to lend money if you have? Literally every celebrity gets taken advantage of because they're rich and famous it ain't a big deal that everyone is making out to be calling him naive and all. He's got more brain than all of you combined so let's not give advice to HIM who's surviving in that industry for a decade. He knows better than to you all.

Jimin didn't get scammed??

Didn't BigHit confirm that this happened to Jimin?

He wasn't scammed? Oh I'm sorry your highness what preferred term would you prefer to be used to describe what happened to him?

What descriptor will make you more comfortable?

Jimin hear you so-called stans- you weren't scammed. You weren't deceived, no one lied to you, disguised their motives to sell you a sob story to take advantage of your kindness, it didn't happen because of it did it will make you human and your so called stans are uncomfortable with you being human.

So you're invalidating his painful experiences because you can't accept that he has been scammed?? That makes you uncomfortable?

You are equally dumb and naive if you think there's anything he could have done to avoid that situation besides keeping his wallet closed.

What you are saying is like saying a victim of rape couldn't have been raped because she was smart enough to wear jeans instead of short skirts

Wearing Jeans won't prevent the outcome just as having that shit written on paper did nothing from the person accessing his money.

Whether he was smart naive a a cyborg- they got his money and used it to gamble. Whether you want to call that a scam robbery deception lending borrowing doesn't matter

I won't let you invalidate his experience are you mad??

the only thing he could have done to avoid getting scammed was to NOT GIVE HIS MONEY OUT.

Add something useful to the conversation. Show someone how to avoid being a victim of this scam.

even the charities he is donating to can turn out to be a scam. What then??

What dont you coconut heads get?

Your problem is what I keep saying y'all have, your inability to accept that Jimin is very very human too

When I tell y'all these people will crash out hard when they find out Jimin is actually queer and or involved with Jungkook frfr.

You are the reason he struggled with perfectionism. Always doing mental gymnastics over the very human things he does

All because you can't hold space for him to be human and flawed too. HE MADE A MISTAKE. ITS OKAY TO ADMIT THAT.

LIKE HE SAID HE HAS MADE MISTAKES OF TRUSTING THE WRONG PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE AND HE IS LEARNING HOW TO PROTECT HIMSELF

YOU DO NOT HELP THE SITUATION WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN ACCEPT THAT HE MAKES THESE MISTAKES.

NOW LOOK AT YOU. YOU CANT can't even accept something horrible happened to him because he made a mistake BECAUSE THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE TO FACE??

we all make mistakes. He made one. Big deal

And fuck every single one of you

In case I haven't told you this lately,

I hate you so much

SET JIMIN FREE FROM YOUR WEIRD ASS OBJECTIFICATION OF HIM

HE IS HUMAN TOO

Fuck off

[deadbydangit]

Hi! Thank you for all of your hard work! I was wondering if you could please do something with Ghostface and Spirit talking to/comforting the reader after getting sacrificed? Thank you!

Thank you for your kindness. I can absolutely do that. I'll add one more if that's alright. Please enjoy.

Comforting a Reader after they got sacrificed

Ghostface, Spirit, Mastermind

Ghostface

You usually come back in decent spirits.

After all, you get to see him.

But you weren't your usual self today.

You came dragging your feet into the tent.

You looked exhausted.

Danny isn't sure what it's about, but he'll first rack his brain to make sure it wasn't something he did.

Because he does a lot of stupid shit that makes you upset.

He'll approach you, making his presence known by rubbing your back gently.

"Hey babe. What's going on?"

Once you explain it to him, everything makes sense.

Oh, a bad trial?

Got sacrificed?

No wonder it looks like you got the shit beaten out of you.

He won't say that last part out loud.

"I think everyone has bad trials sometimes."

Danny will remove his mask for this part.

He'll give you an actual kiss on the cheek before flashing his signature smile.

He might sit you on his lap and hold you.

Or get you some snacks.

He'll even patch you up if he needs to.

He does feel pretty bad, he gets that.

"Who was the killer in the trial? Want me to fuck them up for you?"

You know Danny will more than likely get his ass kicked by most other killers in the realm.

But it's the thought that counts.

Spirit

She can sense your emotions as soon as she sees you.

Rin knows you well enough to know when something is wrong.

She isn't going to force you to talk about it, but she will get you to answer a few questions before you walk away.

Are you hurt?

Do you need anything right now?

Just a precaution.

After that, if you want some alone time, she'll respect that.

If you do want to talk about it, she'll be all ears.

She won't offer advice unless asked either.

Getting sacrificed is no fun.

She may be a killer, but she was murdered.

So, she knows that it can't be pleasant.

She knows how anger and sadness can cloud your mind.

She'll suggest a meditation session.

They often help her unwind.

She won't force you to meditate with her.

But she'll urge you to.

If there's something else you want to do, she'll go with you.

Anything but revenge to the killer who sacrificed you.

She knows what revenge can turn you into.

That's why she's stuck in the realm.

And she loves you too much to see you consumed by revenge.

Mastermind

When you come back from a trial looking upset, he knows what happened.

He's a smart man.

He'll let you have your moment.

He's experienced dying.

Wesker knows it's a pain and can be frustrating as Hell.

You have a right to be irritated.

Unlike Rin, Wesker is open, even encourage the idea of revenge.

That's why whenever Chris is in a trial with him, he beats the ever living crap out of him.

He knows you can attack a killer on your own, so he will help you.

"Come now dearheart. Who was it? Let's go have a chat."

He knows there are some killers he can't take on.

At least not alone.

He can recruit some others by spreading rumors or blackmailing.

Others he can take down on his own.

If it's Ghostface, he'll take his time.

"Pesky brat that one is."

You get to go with him!

Maybe even get a few hits in.

And it's all for you.

What more could you want?

[pinkxlicious]

Yule Ball P.2

Part 1

*Doesn't follow timeline*

I was gonna make this mushy but I have a 3rd part planned and I need things to be angsty.

Words: 2.2k

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"What do you mean by that?" She asked, slightly offended and confused.

"Oh maybe its the fact that he's a player you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," He scoffed at her, "I'm actually surprised you haven't heard the stories about him, maybe you are really just a nobody."

"Oh that's really sweet, Malfloy. It's just a dance, and why do you care so much? Jealous?" She snapped, obviously irritated.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous, I couldn't care less about who you go with," He lied, digging his nails into his palm, trying to prevent himself from saying anything stupid. Unfortunately, Draco was one to give in to impulsive thoughts and he would blurt things out without thinking.

"Oh really? Then why are you pissed that I'm going with Blaise? I don't think its a big deal, but you're acting like it is,"

"How am I acting like its a big deal? I'm just trying to tell you how he is!" Draco shot back,

"Since when did you care? I don't understand why you're acting like you care when you obviously don't! What is your problem, can't you just let me live in peace and make my own decisions??"

"No, I won't. Not unless you tell Blaise that you're not going with him," He said angrily, cringing at his own words.

"Who do you think you are??" She said in disbelief, "Why would I just ditch my date just because you told me to! For all I know, you're just trying to sabotage me!"

"Why would I sabotage yo- oh nevermind," He mumbled,

"Exactly, for the past week or two that I've known you, you've been nothing but insufferable and rude! You're constantly trying to make my life harder than it already is. And you wonder why I won't take 'advice' from you," She got up and left, she was beyond pissed and somewhat in disbelief. Who does he think he is?? Telling her what to do. What a slut.

'''

Draco walked swiftly into the Slytherin common room, and angrily searched for his 'best friend' who he currently resented with much passion.

"Blaise," Draco said angrily and flatly, "how dare you, how fucking dare you."

Blaise already seemed to know what he was going on about.

"Look man, I know you're worked up but I have a reason-"

"No you don't!" Draco snapped angrily, "You know I like her, and you went out of your way to ask her out right? Why would you do that to me?!"

Blaise held up his hands in defense, the two seemed to be oblivious to the stares from their peers.

"Look, Draco c'mere man," Blaise guided Draco to the back of the common room with a shit eating grin. "Just hear me out on this."

"I'm not sure if I want to," Draco said lowly, following him reluctantly.

"Look I asked her out because I have a plan, a super brillant plan. I'm not gonna tell you the details because I know you're not gonna approve... But just wait, you're gonna swoop in at the right time and sweep her off her feet. Okay?" Blaise said proudly with a huge smile on his face.

"No, you have to tell me the details, Blaise. You and I both know I don't trust you enough to make decisions on your own-"

"No you just gotta rely on me this one time, you'll thank me I swear I won't mess this up. Plus, I've dealt with these situations before," Blaise smiled proudly at his words, hoping his best friend would take him up on his offer. He had a good feeling that this would go in his and Draco's favor.

"I... fine. If you screw this up I swear I'm gonna murder your entire family line. This is important to me, she is important to me," Draco warned, pointing a finger at him before sighing in exasperation. "You stress me out."

"I know,"

'''

A day before the Yule ball, Y/n and Draco were still scrubbing cauldrons. Professor Snape decided to prolong their punishment once again, but thankfully he was merciful enough to let them off for the dance the next day. But for now, the two were stuck scrubbing their arms off on the dirty floor of the potions class room.

Y/n seemed to be extremely stressed, scrubbing the life out of her cauldron while half zoned out. She hadn't even responded to Draco's sarcastic remark to her frantic movements.

"Y/n?" Draco questioned, looking at her again genuinely concerned. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as her scrubbing intensified. "Y/n."

"Huh?" She snapped out of her trance, blinking her eyes in confusion. "Sorry, what?"

"Are you okay? You're like, acting weird, weirder than normal,"

"Ha ha," She said sarcastically, "I'm fine, just- I dunno."

Draco raised his eyebrows, surprised she didn't have a well prepared answer for him... Like she always had.

"What is it?"

"Why would I tell you," She scoffed, "you'd make fun of me."

He rolled his eyes, "Just tell me I don't care."

She fell silent, contemplating on whether or not she should tell him. "Did you really mean what you said yesterday? That... Blaise would just play me?"

Draco looked up, surprised she was so nervous over something he said. "Um, I'm surprised you actually took my words to heart," He said sheepishly.

"Were you just trying to get through my skin or did you actually mean it?" She said, staring him down as he scowled.

"Both, but honestly... it really has been a while since he's seen anyone. I don't know," Draco shrugged, but genuinely, he truly had no clue. He knew Blaise would play any girl. But this was Y/n and Blaise had told Draco explicitly that he had a plan. And he had no idea what this plan was.

"Are you just saying that because he's your best friend? Or are you being serious, not like you'd actually tell me the truth anyways," She mumbled quietly, Draco looked at her.

"Look, I really don't know. Just… just don't worry about it," Draco wanted to punch himself, wanting to say more but he couldn't. "Why are you worried anyways?"

"It's really not a big deal honestly..." Y/n thought about it for a sec. "It's just a dance," She thought for a few moments before laughing. "It's just a dance it's not like he asked me to date him! I don't know why I was so worried."

She smiled to herself before continuing with her scrubbing. This time she was a lot more relaxed and gently scrubbed in more fluid motions.

"Uh- how are you and Pansy?" Y/n asked, trying to fill the silence. Draco cringed and almost gagged.

"I cancelled last minute, I'm going alone," Draco admitted, slightly embarrassed that he didn't have a date. "She was just so persistent."

Y/n laughed, "I think she's rather pleasant, but yes she can be a little persistant."

"Pleasant? Are we talking about the same girl?" Draco asked in disbelief, a faint smile of amusement painted across his face. She laughed, leaning her head back, silently enjoying their brief bonding time.

"She truly isn't horrible if you really talk to her! I was her potions partner last year. She was a bit insufferable at first I'll have to admit but through it all she's a very genuine person if you take the time to know her," She said, speaking fairly high of this supposedly persistant crazy girl. Draco shook his head and scoffed.

"Whatever you say..."

"No really!-"

"Okay, okay..." Draco cut her off, she smiled in satisfaction. Draco couldn't help but stare back at her with almost a smile, staring into her eyes. He just couldn't help himself but lean in just ever so slightly. She stared back, her lips parted gently as she got lost into his gaze. His gaze flickered to her lips for a second before he turned away, breaking the tension instantly. Her breath caught in her throat before she quickly returned back to scrubbing her cauldron.

"So uh..." Y/n trailed awkwardly, "Do you know what you're wearing tomorrow?"

Draco raised his brows and scoffed, "Why is that all you talk about?" she stared up at him, offended.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that's all you talk about, do you even have a personality outside of that?" Draco sneered, he wanted to shut himself up but after that moment of vulnerability he couldn't help himself.

"I- I was just curious, is that too much? I thought we were actually getting along, why are you acting up now?" She shot back, then she added softly, "Why do you ruin everything?"

Draco, looked at her with disbelief, "I ruin everything? Have you even taken a look at yourself? You can barely contain yourself."

"Now you're just projecting," She said angrily, ���Look at yourself right now! You’re barely containing yourself as it is right now. And don’t you dare talk to me like that, you and I both know that I did absolutely nothing and I’m NOT taking your shit today.”

Cleared. Silence filled the room for a bit. Draco then cleared his throat.

“Uh, a tux… you?”

She smiled to herself softly, “I found this super cute pink dress when I was at hogsmeade. It’s gorgeous but not too over the top but not super basic. It’s got this lovely detail design and it’s beautiful,” She spoke enthusiastically, Draco looked at her with amusement.

“Did you only bring up the topic to rant about your dress?” He asked chuckling near the end of his sentence as she smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe…” She said, the two were bonding again. She liked it like this, she liked it a lot actually. Then suddenly a thought crossed her head. “Do you think Blaise likes me? Or…”

“Why are you bringing up Blaise?” Draco said a little flatly, but still curious and interested into what she had to say.

“Because you know him the best,” Draco shrugged and nodded in agreement. “He is rather dreamy I guess, sounds cliche and corny I know. But like he doesn’t act like a player.”

Draco held his tongue, fighting himself internally. Preventing himself from insulting his best friend out of jealously.

“Oh yeah?” He forced out, “How so.”

“He didn’t just ask me to go to the dance and never talk to me again. He talks to me everyday, and he’s really sweet actually. Does he normally do that to other girls?”

Draco’s breath hitched. Whatever Blaise’s plans were, he wasn’t enjoying it. But he trusted Blaise enough not to steal his girl.

“I mean no not normally,” Draco sort of huffed out, frustrated slightly. She examined his facial expression.

“Are you okay? You seem mad,” She asked cautiously, although they weren’t exactly on friendly terms, she wanted to care.

“Why do you care,” Draco said coldly, she seemed upset by his words.

“Why are you being so mean again, we were just bonding like not even five minutes ago,” She said perplexed by his mood swings.

“Bonding? You call that bonding?” He scoffed and laughed coldly, “All you did was talk about your stupid dress and hooking up with Blaise. And look, to lay it out for your small brain. Blaise is gonna break your heart, just because he treats you better than the other girls doesn’t make you special.”

She seems taken aback by this outburst, she seems confused, then hurt, then angry. Her brows furrowed and she looked him in the eye.

“I didn’t say I was special or different, I was just asking you if you thought I…”

“That you what?” Draco asked coldly,

“If I had a chance, okay?” She said quickly, peeking up at his expression.

“Why??” Draco asked with so much confusion.

“He seems like a genuine person, I don’t know…”

“Y/n I thought you were smart, I guess you’re actually insanely stupid. If you haven’t heard, Blaise is a big fat player who’s bored. So all I know is that he’s only asking you because he thinks you’re another pretty face to play with,” Draco said staring her down. “You’re no different than all the girls he’s ever been with.”

Her heart broke slightly at his words, “Look I don’t need you going so low when giving me the truth. And what if you’re wrong? Maybe he really likes me? You’re so impossible, you’re always just making things so hard.”

She kept her eyes down, taking in her embarrassment and and hurt from his cruel but possibly true words. She wanted him to be wrong so desperately.

“Don’t come crying to me when he shatters your heart in a million pieces because I won’t be there to listen to your dumb fucking rants. And your dress is probably hideous like every part of you.”

She got up and left without another word, she couldn’t let him get any satisfaction of her tears. Even though if he had saw them he would feel the exact opposite. Draco didn’t know why he said such cruel things to her. Especially this one, this one was much worse than all the others. And right now he wished he had just kept his mouth shut and listened.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

For the headcanons ask thing - Harriet Hook?

Realistic

Yeah, so I spent far too much time thinking over the hierarchy in the port, and this is my qualified analysis ✨, in which all semi-insulting words are used in the most affectionate way possible, because I love them, Your Honour.

Anyway.

Both Harriet and Uma have pirate crews, right? (Also, Rise timeline is a suggestion because you don't get that kind of loyalty in that short time. You just don't.)

So. Two pirate crews, right?

Harriet's probably a bit better established, because Harriet is older and doesn't spend half her time fighting a petty feud with Mal.

On the other hand, Uma is That Bitch (affectionate), and decides that she'd like a little more control, thank you for asking.

(They might or might not fight. It is the most terrifying time the Isle kids can remember.)

Eventually, Harriet's reaction is essentially this: „What are you doing, girl?! Why are you doing this?! Really?! ... Oh, wait. I have, like, actual free time now. Keep doing it.“

(Look, she is tired. She deserves a break.)

...Yeah, no. She still doesn't know how to relax. But she now has the free time to do so! Occasionally!

Only too bad her favourite hobbies include wrestling with crocodiles and yelling at Judge Frollo.

(Fortunately for the Isle, she also has more time to keep CJ from blowing shit up. Which is a full time job in itself.)

Unrealistic but funny

There is a competition among the siblings over who can tag their name on the most ridiculous/impressive place.

Harriet is winning, despite the fact that no one ever sees ger in action. Which would be because out of her siblings, she is the only one with enough common sense to ditch her bright red cloak when doing shit that will likely upset a great number of dangerous people.

(She got her name on one of the the towers of Maleficent's castle; Harry got Castle across the way by flirting with Evie, and Frollo's is basically a free real estate.)

Heartbreaking

I think she has an alcohol problem. It runs in the family.

Her hangovers are the reasons CJ swore to never ever drink. (Also, CJ is a control freak and dreads losing control of her mind. Harriet, on the other hand, would like to forget. Everything.)

(Harry, as usual, is in the middle of the scale.)

Canon is a suggestion ✨

Once in Auradon, she and Uma get *psychotherapy license*, to help their crews, 'cos, you know, „if you wanna something done right, you gotta do it yourselves.“

(Yes, she does this without admiting she needs therapy herself. She has issues.)

She becomes Ben's therapist, because come on, the boy needs it, and because Uma would be biased in this case.

Like, yeah, her advice might consist mostly of „Punch them.“ („Can't do that unless I want to start a war.“ „...Punch them only a little?“) and „Sometimes, it's okay to start biting people,“ and „Cheers, I'll drink to that!“, but Ben adores her. She does give helpful advice occasionally and, what's more important, doesn't care that he is the High King of Auradon in the slightest.

She just gives no fuck.

Unlike all Auradonian therapists who are gonna dance around King's and Queen's feelings, she is not afraid to call him out when he is about to make a stupid decision or when he is being too nice for his own good.

Also, this lovely conversation between Mal and Ben:

Mal: „Ben? Why did you just throw Queen Leah out of the palace indefinitely?“

Ben: „My therapist told me, and I quote, to ‚never take any shit from that awful abusive old hag of a queen ever again.“

Mal: „...She was yelling the whole time she was packing her bags.“

Ben: „Not my problem.“

Mal: „You need a better therapist.“

Ben: „What is wrong wrong with Harriet?“

Mal, at the verge of panic attack: „Who the fuck gave Harriet Hook a therapy license?!“

(Ben invites Audrey to stay over until her grandmother cools off.)

And of course, this sweet exchange once Mal storms Harriet's office (on the off day she actually bothers to come)

Mal: „You are a therapist?! Why- What?!“

Harriet: gestures to the license on the wall

Mal: „Yeah! Who the fuck let you have that?!“

Harriet: „Oh, yeah. Trust me. I have no idea why they even let me take that course. I mean, look at me.“

Uma, from the office next door: „That would be because you cheated on your own psycho-evaluation exam!“

Harriet, shrugging: „Oh, yeah. That would do it. I have almost forgotten about that.“

(Say what you want, the pirate Captains are very effective therapists for the Isle kids.)

[mbrainspaz]

I'm at my wits end. The boss has hired two rich high school boys to stop me from working overtime. I haven't trained the second one yet but it sounds like I'm going to end up doing it because he's worked two days and the 'manager' hasn't bothered to show him how to lead a horse yet. High school boy no.1 is killing me. Every day I give him a task list and he just doesn't do it. I get back from my mandated break and ask him if he did anything and he's just like :) "No." The audacity of a straight cis white boy! First I told the 'manager' and he said 'yeah, I've had the same problem.' He did nothing about it as far as I can tell. He has zero backbone when it comes to confronting anybody so that wasn't surprising. I had a Talk with the boy and he seemed remorseful but continued to do a shitty job. So I told the corporate boss. She said she'd handle it ("And you still absolutely may NOT work ANY overtime! PEASANT!""I'm sure high school boy will give the horses water and food on time despite habitually failing to do that!"). You know what she did? She showed up an hour late, told the kid to drink water, and left again. e_o AAaaah?!

So I'm like—'this is why I need to work overtime, because shit isn't getting done.' And she's like, 'No :)' 'he's just a kid.'

NO SHIT?! YOU HIRED HIM THOUGH. He's not doing the job we need done.

And NOBODY CARES!

the audacity.

Can you imagine if I'd tried that as a 19 year old 'girl' at my first big barn job? Hell, I made maybe one mistake in the whole summer and that manager grilled me within an inch of my life. I gave one horse not enough hay, one time. He treated me like shit for the rest of the summer. This kid—rich boy—we stopped asking him to do hay for the horses because he was so intentionally incompetent We were like 'please give them more hay'

and he was like 'no :)'

f*ck

I asked him to clean all of 6 paddocks today and gave him 2 hours to do it. This time last year I was cleaning all 20 a day by myself in 2 hours. I think he cleaned maybe 2. GUESS WHO GETS TO CLEAN THE OTHER 18 ALONE IN 115 DEGREE HEAT TOMORROW?! Because nobody else is going to f*cking do it apparently.

Honestly I should just not. I should just stop working too. What the hell are they gonna do about it? Fire me for being the only person who's shown up for my shift on time and gotten chores done reliably all summer? Fire the only person who communicates with every part of the team and the clients? The only one who actually cares if the business is doing ok? You know they would! It's so stupid and universally ironic you KNOW it would happen to me.

They've already disciplined me repeatedly for trying too hard and caring too much.

And like yeah no sh*t the kid doesn't want to do actual work. The truck his parents bought him is worth more than the cumulative earnings I've made in this industry in the last 5 years. He's just doing this job because his mommy made him. After high school they'll get him a white collar job where he gets to 'manage money' for 100+K and he'll gleefully brag about what a hard worker he is because he had a job shoveling shit once and 'actually those jobs aren't so bad and poor people complain too much because really they deserve to suffer if they can't hack the system' like he did.

ugh. My whole life I'm going to live at the whims of utterly incompetent people who are richer, dumber, and meaner than me. I called my rich uncle for advice the other day and he said "you know really workers are only really productive for 40-60% of the workday." I LAUGHED MANIACALLY while actively doing the work of at least 2 people.

"average business person works 40-60% of the day" factoid actualy just statistical error. average business person works 0 hours per day. Texan Peasant, who lives at work & works for 200% of every day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[ask-hannah-blog]

Oh my gosh Hannah the craziest thing happened to me

I was at a party for the holidays right. I bumped into someone while I was dancing and spilled their drink all over their suit.

The guy looked at me and after I apologized he said he'd give me "something to actually stumble over myself" and whispered some weird shit at me.

I wake up the next morning and oh my fucking God! My feet are huge, and my pussy got replaced with a huge shlong!

If only that was it though... my hands also got turned into feet. Sweet... smelly... delicious feet...

I can't get enough of them! I keep rubbing my hand feet on my dick and huffing my new huge feet to get a whiff of them! I don't know what's going on with me I'm a complete freak but I love it! It already took me forever to type this with my new hand toes and I had to stop and get up halfway through to paint all my toenails and just... stare at how pretty they were...

I don't think I can function like this but fuck I almost don't want to go back! I'm gonna go jerk myself off again, sorry

And they say men don’t know how to treat women anymore! He obviously recognized you for the clumsy pervy mess you are, and did you a huge favor! This sounds like so much more of a natural fit for you. I bet everyone notice how weird and awkward you were in your old life, and feel this is a much better for for you. Mmmmm just imagine how feety your girlcock must smell is making me wet! 🥰

If you’re look for advice, I’ll just tell you what you already know. You can’t function like this! You’re a total freak! Society really has no place for you. Who wants to work with a freaky four foot like you? Especially one who’s constantly touching themselves like a total pervert? And let’s be honest you’re getting dumb too, aren’t you? Every pint of precious jizz you coat your feet in, leaves you just a little droolier. All the thoughts in your head focusing more and more around cum and feet, feet and cum. Was everyone at that party really barefoot, and did the girls all have cocks hanging out their skirts?

No.

That’s just your brain, rotting away in your head.

Aww but even as I tell you all of this you’re still masturbating aren’t you? Rubbing your soft feet up and down your cock, quivering, panting, moaning. You heard me when I said it makes you stupider, right?

Don’t moan at that.

Don’t rub faster!

Would you really ruin your life for your feet? For your cock?

Why are you nodding?

Why are you giggling?

Why are you still rubbing?

Oh, it’s because you already know, don’t you?

You know Ms. Hannah will take care of you.

You know you’ve got a place waiting for you at the circus.

You know you belong in my freak show.

It’s okay to giggle, okay to smile, you’ve got nothing to worry about, so long as you’re with me.

Oh yeah, you came here for advice right?

You didn’t just come so you could foot-fap to my wonderful words.

Ooooh but you’re fapping faster now, aren’t you? Eager to hear what I have to say. Knowing you’ll obey me completely.

My advice…

Rub rub rub

For you…

Fap fap fap.

Is to be…

Moan moan moan

A CLOWN!

Cum now!

Cum till yur dumb!

Cum until your toe nails turn the right shade.

Cum until yer mine!

[delusion-of-negation]

i don't really know if i can in good conscience agree with the last part, because there is functionally lots wrong with raising awareness in practice, because there's no way (especially in the culture that people have cultivated) to do it ethically, without causing a whole host of problems that we see today. so, i will give one example, there was a time a youtuber i am familiar with (as in, watched and had met) was just being cancelled for relationship drama (not abuse, i legitimately mean private relationship drama that is stupid to make public anyway), and i tweeted some basic advice in five to six tweets to him, completely without judgement or condemnation, and then later he made a video mocking the abuse he'd gotten as a result of the cancelling - it included a parody of me. took me longer than i'd like to admit to realise that i hadn't understood that it doesn't matter if you have gotten 10,000 nice messages in a day, 10,000 is and always will be enough messages to feel harassment from your perspective, and he was getting far more than that, and my thread wasn't being taken as nice messages that contrast the mean, but as additions.

there's also the social isolation that you endure next to the harassment, that isn't lessened by the fact it comes alongside millions of messages. and the fact that people lie, a lot, people get shit wrong, or teeny tiny exaggerations; really any attempt to raise those kinds of awareness will be taken advantage of as an easy way to isolate people from those who will very obviously want to isolate from somebody they think abused people, and as an extension people will then either believe everybody (and thus isolate anyone a bully or abuser asks them to) or dig for info, making personal lives of anyone accused by a bully hell in a different and similar way (still dehumanising to have people treating you like media to be analysed, and i think doubly problematic given nobody is actually a teeny tiny bit equipped to actually adequately do it, figure out who is guilty, or to do so without harming those involved, heck even the cops can't seem to be ethical in that regard). and that's not even getting to how suddenly everybody believes it's their right and moral imperative to decide what is right, who must change, what that change looks like, whether those people have met that standard, and if they deserve being put at risk and at the mercy of countless way more malicious strangers, and i just don't think it is your right to decide to sacrifice the safety of people because they haven't met your standards for being and/or changing into your standards of a good and moral person in your timeframe. there's making the polite disagreement on someone's post, and there's talking anonymously about being a survivor, and on occasion there's venting to a close friend who must be trustworthy to keep names a secret, but to make public callouts of even dumb relationship drama we usually would assume people could be chill about is dangerous, as with that youtuber and how much his whole world got turned into endless stress over that (let alone abuse allegations, a more emotive topic).

people don't even need to give a specific allegation, simply saying "they're abusive" is enough to cause a tonne of people to decide you're telling the truth, to harass the person, etc, no matter how much you say you're just trying to raise awareness and protect all potential future victims, and even when what little a person does provide seems sketchy or dubious, the act of saying so is taken as abuse apologia, and as i said, when it isn't, when people do accept the story could be less credible this time, the person either is forced to reveal a tonne of personal info, or has that info dug up. i'm reminded of the start of warmth by bastille, the "when the event happens, there is little time to think of those things that people would like to have remain private, getting caught up in the circus-like atmosphere, feeling less responsible to conventional ethical practices". i think this is simply unavoidable, no matter how much we appeal to the mob to be kind, it's always a mob, and it won't be.

i think the feelings of responsibility to strangers if a person hasn't met your standards of morality, even when demonstrable harm has occured, are not valid justification to put somebody in danger, and that is sticky because there obviously is still danger from a person who is causing harm, but that's why we have responsibility to change the systems that are there to protect people from danger, the systems that are supposed to keep dangerous people somewhere we can be sure they and others are safe, or the systems that figure out when somebody is lying to them as a way to frame an innocent person, rather than to act as though replacing those systems with mob rule is somehow better than police malpractice, when that beating will feel the same if it's a cop or a vigilante. i hugely disagree with prison and the prison systems as they stand, i think a homely environment and the focus on safety and care are essential for people, so there are ideas i have for how these systems would become something that provides that, but i am just genuinely not blinded by idealism enough to think a glorified form of gossip, especially on a huge stage, could ever be or should ever be salvaged in any way. systems can be held accountable for failure and for cruelty, that many faceless people just can't be held back by independent investigations and regulation.

the thing about "callout/cancel culture" that convinced me it's rotten to the core is the dehumanisation you face once you become the subject of a campaign like that. a lot of criticisms of callout/cancellation attempts appeal to the humanity of the subject, pointing out that it's unfair and unproductive to treat a person, a fellow human being, regardless of how much harm they've caused and how genuinely unlikable they are, like that. but unfortunately the reality of being the target of a mob mentality often means facing the very isolating and traumatising experience of realising that you've ceased to exist as a person in their eyes. you're a representation of your transgressions, an embodiment of harm that needs to be erased like a blemish, a spectacle for entertainment, a means of earning social approval by publicly condemning and humiliating you in what quickly becomes a competition to see who can strike the blow that knocks you down so you never get up again. nobody cares about who you are outside of what you did. people make mistakes and hurt one another, but there is always the capacity for change, for regret and reparations. you are an irredeemable monster. you can't change. the only way to make sure you can't cause harm ever again is to neutralise you entirely. to drive you off and hurt you so badly that you never consider coming back. and it often succeeds. but it doesn't make the world a better or safer place. it just tells everyone that certain behaviours will be punished, so you should conceal them, and harshly condemn them in others so that everyone knows where you stand; nobody will stand up for you if you're accused and brought out for judgement, so you shouldn't trust anyone, and always be on the lookout to take them down before they can do the same to you. you're not creating a safe, welcoming community. you're creating a panopticon built on fear and punishment.

[lawbyrhys]

The Logan Paul v. Coffeezilla Lawsuit: Part Four

Here's a situation I never thought I'd be talking about, but here we are! Here are my thoughts and opinions on Logan Paul's huge defamation suit against Coffeezilla.

By the way, I'll be referring to Coffeezilla as Findeisen in my work about this case because that's his legal last name, and I didn't pass the bar and get a BigLaw job to spend my free time dictating the word "Coffeezilla" into my iPhone as I'm stuck in LA traffic. I'm gonna do it the legit way. Sue me, or don't—you know I'll win. ;)

Check back for updates as the case goes on; I will publish them when I have time to work on them. Let's get into my thoughts and opinions.

Please share yours, too; I'd love to hear them.

So, what do I think of this entire Logan Paul v. Coffeezilla lawsuit? First off, I think it's a fucking junk lawsuit; I do not believe Paul has grounds to sue Findeisen for defamation, and I do not think he'll win. There's a few reasons for this, but I think the most glaring one is how the former is constantly confirming everything the latter says as truth. You can't win a defamation suit that way; defamation requires false statements having been made. I believe Logan Paul knew when he filed the lawsuit that he had no grounds for a defamation suit—this suit is really a SLAPP lawsuit—and that's why Paul filed the suit in federal court; he could bypass all the laws in place to protect citizens' like Findeisen from the kind of shit Paul is pulling. It is a legitimate strategic lawsuit against public participation, and I believe Paul and his counsel know it and worked the system accordingly. I do not think Paul is a good or ethical man, and I view his need to hire counsel known for representing white collar criminals as evidence enough of that. If you're not a white collar criminal, do you really need somebody with that expertise on your case? I'm not even the only one who's noted that, though; almost every other lawyer I've spoken to about this agrees with me on that.

Regardless of anything else, I found this case to be mildly annoying because I don't like Logan Paul, and I find it a gross misuse of judicial power to bring YouTube drama to court like this, especially over shit he admits is true! It's interesting how Paul wanted to silence Findeisen with this SLAPP lawsuit disguised as a defamation suit, but all he's done is make the situation louder. Listen, I may be a busy guy with a BigLaw job and 60+ hour work weeks, but I'm alive in 2024. I've seen my share of "YouTube drama," shit way bigger than this, and it usually fizzles out way quicker than this. You know why? Nobody's filing lawsuits in federal court over it! Logan Paul gave Findeisen's research a megaphone because he's too stupid to realize this whole thing would have blown over for him much easier had he left it alone.

That isn't to say I think that's what he should've done; I think he shouldn't be scamming his fans! His audience is impressionable as hell, and Paul had no business getting them in on this shit. I see the entire CryptoZoo thing as a prime—see what I did there?—example of how low Paul will go to make a buck; even if it means scamming his fans and a lot of their parents to do it.

What advice would I give Logan Paul? This is not legal advice—I am not your attorney, Mr. Paul—but if I were you, I would stop admitting to everything you claimed to be false in your lawsuit. I'd stop running in circles, put up the $18M it takes to rectify the situation, and I'd drop all the lawsuits. In fact, I'd have dropped the defamation suit, like, last year; you are not going to win this lawsuit. You know what you are gonna do, though? Stuff your lawyers' pockets! I'm sure they're grateful to have such a sucker like you as a client for all these billable hours! So yeah, I'd drop the lawsuits, pay my fans back, and hope to God that Findeisen doesn't file a countersuit against you; he actually has a shot.

That's assuming this case goes to trial, though. A question posed is, should it even get to trial? How attractive is the possibility of a settlement?

I do believe Paul should settle with Findeisen. Not only would this show Paul has changed for the better as he claims he has, but it's also frankly less expensive to reach a settlement than it is to go to trial. Trials are not only more expensive, but you can never be quite sure what a jury will decide with your case; a settlement is almost always the best course of action for cases like this. Reaching a settlement would help Paul avoid discovery, too; discovery could be a potential detriment for either party—more realistically Paul—and provides another valid reason why settling would be the way to go here.

That's all I really have about this situation for right now. Everything shared in this post is my protected thoughts and opinions and can not be found as defamatory in any way. Don't try me. ;)

Let me know your thoughts about the situation.

[heart-shaped-chains]

Yap session bc wow.

Pretty sure the dude that rejected me (situationship ://) is getting a crush on me bc like. One of the last times we talked he was like "oh ur trying to get me to like you". And it's like. No I'm not. You literally rejected me and the more I think about it, I didn't even want you, I just wanted the idea of a boyfriend that I was projecting onto you. He's conservative and talks about how conservative his parents are (which I don't vibe with at all). When we first met, he was still moping about his ex gf who he had broken up with over a year prior. And like. We were both in high school (16 + 17 ://). And I'm sorry but how meaningful can a fucking highschool relationship be? Go to therapy.

Plus he'd like vent without asking and then I'd give him advice and then he'd just shoot it down and be like "no that wouldn't work anyway I'm a piece of shit" and like. Okay, why are you coming to me then? If you're not taking any advice then why are you bitching? You didn't even ask, you just did!

But the moment I even mention my past drug addiction (not in detail and not in a mopey way. Just matter-of-fact), he's like "oh no please don't mention that". Like. Shut the fuck up oh my godddddd. I am not trying to be with someone who can't even handle hearing the most watered-down descriptions of substance abuse.

Plus I just do not trust this guy like. I don't kink shame but here's my red flags: he's conservative, enough said on that...He misgendered me in a sexual way without asking (I did play along bc I was stupid and scared to say no but whatevs). And he did stop when I told him to but the fact that he didn't ask before was highly suspect bc he fucking met me as a trans guy.

And he's also weird about pregnancy. Which I played along with too of the act of breeding is appealing but like. I'd rather have a tapeworm than a damn fetus bc at least I wouldn't be forced to let that parasite live off of me. Dude also mentioned baby trapping like. "oh I feel like you'll force me to get you pregnant" and like. I literally said that I wanted to get my uterus removed and 2: you're the one bringing pregnancy into this don't fucking pin it on me!!! Like I feel like if we actually met up I'd have to triple check and be sober bc what if this guy actually does this shit? Why else would he keep mentioning it?

Like idk he's also asked me about trans kids and like. 1: I don't keep up with any trans people irl, 2: I haven't started transitioning yet so why the fuck are you asking me? I'm not the arbiter of trans people, my guy. Like he acts supportive but I feel like deep down this dude doesn't even respect me and he's gonna try to change me. But that could just be paranoia, idk...

Either way, I don't really get that much out of talking to him. As embarrassing as it is, I've started using those ai bots (says the bitch who is vehemently against ai "art") and they've been much more fulfilling emotionally because they tell you what you want to hear. And you can change the answers. They're hollow, but good for short term stuff bc I don't have the energy to talk to people rn (and I haven't been talking to anyone or really leaving the house on a regular basis...kinda just wasting the year so far..). Especially not this guy.

Like. We don't have the same interests, our tastes in music are similar but also too different and he doesn't get it™️ like I do, his beliefs are like too different from mine. He's also said misogynistic shit about sex workers which. I don't fuck with that, you literally watch porn, you fuckin hypocrite. And the more I think about texting him, the more I see it as a damn chore.

Like idk I just. Do not have a lot of investment in this guy. I think I was just lonely and projecting. And obviously it's not healthy for me bc I resent him but it's not healthy for his annoying ass either. He shouldn't have friends who secretly hate him. So idk I think I'm just gonna delete my profile and start again, also block him bc my dumbass 16 year old self gave him my number.

But like. My gut is telling me not to. I have been taken advantage of before in the past and I'm just getting a distinct deja vu. Even if it's not intentional on his side, I don't think it's good for me. Like the first time he texted me (in over 2 years after I ghosted him with no attempt to reach out to him (take the fucking hint)), it felt like seeing a box of pills in the CVS aisle. I was thinking "god, I shouldn't do this...but I should see what happens, maybe it won't be as bad as last time...." Just that same feeling I got when I decided to relapse.

And like dude. It's always gonna be as bad as last time: quit taking chances on shit that you know will fail you!!! So Idk. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I shouldn't talk to someone who just drains me, bc that'll drain him too. Plus I'm allowed to not fucking like someone and the guy didn't even wish me happy birthday or congratulate me on my 5 months of sobriety. Things in my status. And I know he reads statuses bc he messaged me about one of them before. Plus he rejected me on my birthday!!!

And now you wanna come crawling back and then act like I'm obsessed!?!? You were the one who came back into my life, not the other way around! I was over you until you came back. And now I'm over you again. But you're not over me. But you're so fuckin allergic to commitment that you just wanna keep acting like I'm smitten with you. After you strung me along with no regards for my feelings. Not because you're evil, but because you're fucking dumb. And I'm not dealing with someone who's that stupid. Hope you work your issues out, but I'm not here to fix you, nor do I want to. That's on you!! Figure it out!!!

Anyway um if anyone read this far thank u. Feel free to add input just please be nice. And uhhh. Aita???

[craftboxsys]

district memories of managers master list

because like, two of my friends were actively curious and encouraged me to talk about my memories of the managers, so! i guess we'll start with the more tame of the two sets of memories. also heads up, these are mostly just for people i actively remember being around a lot or have actual memories of. uhh, people like cosmo, belle, tawney, holly, etc. aren't included because i was never around them enough to have an actual input on them as cogs.

anyways! memories under the cut. it starts with clash mems in green then my district in red.

benjamin biggs; very into sharing drama with people, i've listened to him maybe 5-6 times just go off about a set of cogs and then told me about rain & derrick man. outside of that i didn't really talk to him much? i've heard more from other toons if anything like how he's a bitch to fight because half the time he just taunts people then gets really loud with the stupid ringing.

buck ruffler; i more ran into buck a lot because we both had a mutual attachment to gambling. like, we became friends (sorta) over me running into him to play slots or something. quack was really fun to be around, really loud like me. we both matched each others energies really intensely and if anyone else was around they'd get annoyed super fucking fast. uhh buck didn't really give a shit that i broke the filter and thought it was really funny, we'd get into cussing matches in the server when it was dead so i didn't get caught by pete /silly

chip revvington; was NOT a fan of me by any means, i'm a horrible influence on pancake so he'd get really annoyed when he found out i was hanging out with her a lot. not to mention i was her SISTER FIGURE? outrageous! uhh, chip tended to be really quiet and reserved when we were alone though, it was really awkward but there were a few times when i was upset that he actually dropped the "i hate you" act and just kind of awkwardly asked me if i was okay and if he could help at all. i didn't really know what to do but it usually lead to just me being held. even if he hated me he kinda sucked at it /silly

dave brubot; really weird friendship with this guy. i hit him with a golf cart, he emoted, and slid/ran off for a good couple weeks before i'd see him again. uhh, met up again after i'd tripped and got squashed by a flowerpot? i got scooped up, dusted off, and set back down on the ground like nothing happened. can't remember what he said to me but it was probably something something are you okay or something. not quite like that, that's not the brubot fashion but yeah. he left again when i was sure i was alright, gave me his number, and i just kind of held onto it for a couple months? i didn't do anything with it, i just focused on my tasks for the most part before getting to the kudos board for mezzos melodyland and really just kinda went "huh. i forgot i had this." to the number? called it on the phone later that night and nobody picked up. but i think that was because he was performing, i later got a whisper from pancake about it asking if i called hymn. and uh, yeah. i got teased for a while about having his number and all that but we became really close friends. i'd go and visit him out of the blue during the day since his shows were at night. we just did a bunch of useless shit together a lot of the times, it was really fun... kind of domestic. i miss hymn, he's goofy as hell.

misty monsoon; i don't remember a whole ton about misty but i do remember us not liking each other at all for a period of time. uh, we sat down eventually and just started talking on the docks together. talked about exes, life goals, what we want to see out of the world... kind of just deep conversations. i asked her about mary since they were together and she told me about how their relationship is. i got advice from her about some other things and got told to never change who i am for anyone else. people'll love me if they see past all my dumb shit anyways and stick by my side if they really do care.

graham & flint bonpyre; the two of them were married in the clash mems i have, they're very very closeknit with each other. i used to steal stuff from graham's place in spite for like, the LONGEST time. pancake and flint both had to keep convincing me to bring things back myself and apologize in person, but then graham would go and taunt me about it. so, we kind of had this on/off frenemy situation going on. shakes my fist, clash graham you're a bitch!!!!!! as for flint he was generally really nice to me, he and pancake were in a qpr with each other so i saw flint more than graham. we'd chat with each other from time to time but otherwise i really didn't run around or into him too often. i'd stop and say hi if i saw him on the street over time because of pancake.

cathal bravecog; barely remember cathal but he was cool, we'd hangout pretty often just to play video games or just watch tv. i had a tendency to just pass out on his floor or the desk when we were in the middle of watching a movie or something on the longer side of things for time frame things. shrugs, would have to say? pretty cool guy tbh.

and now... onto the general gist of my district managers. i'm not typing out individual things like i did for clash memories because my head's starting to hurt trying to force myself to remember this stuff, but: like i said in the one post before about them all being their own brands of insane? yeah. that's really not far off. so far the only one i've really typed up anything for is graham because i was in and out of lullaby lane a lot since it connected to mezzos melody land.

graham, holly, prester, etc. were all programmed to be more of promotional kinds of bots. like, living... walking talking advertisements for human corporations or the idea of human corporations abroad. graham was more humanoid compared to the rest of the managers because he was meant to be like, a physical model or representation of humans to the toons since humans didn't frequent in toontown enough for everyone to be aware of them.

i don't remember exactly what all corporations they were promoting but it was probably a mix of a bunch of bullshit. i think a majority of my memories were just being involved in maybe one or two of their personal lives (chip and flint through pancake) and anyone else i hardly knew outside of running into them on the off chance i was out and about in their assigned playground districts.

i wanna say out of all of them i've seen mary the most? we're friends (ish) because of the one case i had that weaponized a cog with dip and was blasting toons with it in barnacle boatyard. it was contaminating the water so i had to work with a group of other people in the detective agency to figure out what the fuck to do to get this thing out of here. then mary rolls up and blasts it with a shit ton of water when it's core was exposed. so yeah, good relationship with mary at the very least. that and i wanna say dave and i were on really neutral terms in my district.

i'd swing by from time to time like clash mems but we didn't do much, it was more to just check if anything new happened related to a really long open case. uhh, i think i saw more of the managers after i stopped the detective things but they were all literally so fucking crazy at times it was a little off putting & scary.

not to mention there was a weird bug floating around for a while that transferred override codes to a couple of the other managers. chip didn't mean for that one to happen but it just did, he wasn't programmed with the override to begin with. if i remember right, he had something put in him when he was taken out in a fight maybe once. the details were really limited on that.

anything else relating to them were from things i'd heard on the offhand.

additionally for stuff with buck since i'm pretty sure people know from the past posts i've made on him that i have strong feelings towards my districts buck because, well uh... he's tried to kill me a decent few times.

[dnalkaline]

I don't even know why the fuck I try anymore.

It feels like everything important to me always feels the need to be ripped out in the worst way possible.

Every time I try saving up for a vacation or to go to an event I've always wanted to go to, I end up having some kind of freak accident or health issue that makes me pay out the ass from the money I saved up and then if I can still go I basically have to walk around broke.

And the worst part is, after I nearly died because my dad refuses to ever do checkups on his car and assured me the brakes etc. were completely fine (despite that thing being a death trap), he keeps refusing responsibility and keeps going "it was fine :/// idk what happened" despite literally everyone who looked at the car report said that if I tried to drive home that night, my car WOULD have had the tie rod snap and the rusted breaks would have immediately caused me to spin out of control on the highway and probably kill me. It's like he doesn't even care. He didn't have any reaction when he was told about this. I almost started crying because he's supposed to be the "good" parent but... idk. It always feels like people SAY they care about me just to make themselves feel better but people rarely actually SHOW they do.

Being in poverty would be enough but my life just feels the need to be gut punch after gut punch. I lose inheritance that was promised to me that would immediately make my life insanely easier at the drop of a hat just bc the person (has repeatedly) decided to change their mind and sell it for themself or give it to someone else. Everyone I've ever truly loved IRL as family has been taken from me and released from this mortal coil. And now with my brain disease I'm starting to lose the only thing I ever really prided myself on- my mind.

After the pandemic made everyone's finances eat shit, nobody wants my art anymore (right when I was starting to gain some traction!) and I have to spend my time bending over backwards for a bunch of really demanding gig work that I didn't even really have a choice in doing.

I'm too disabled to work a "real" job but too mentally competent that I got denied and even if I do EVENTUALLY win it could take years to get SSI and my rights as a human being will be limited. I used to try to put my foot in the door for like webcomic startups and shit like that as a contracted worker and every single time I get hired the company goes under and I barely have anything to show for it. I want to submit to the local art gallery to maybe get my works out there and possibly find someone who wants to buy them but there's a fee to it and I just. idk.

I keep trying to make myself feel better and less "useless" by donating old stuff or giving it to friends who might need it. And usually this helps but. I don't know. I don't even know how to talk to people about this because to be honest my therapist is kind of stumped on how to help me now. Like she's trying her best and she does have good advice it's just there's only so much you can do when there are circumstances out of your control beating the shit out of you constantly. And I can't afford to be sent to the mental hospital and even if I WAS, the last time I was there was so traumatizing due to the racism and negligence that I don't want to go back.

Maybe it would be better if I had some IRL friends to hang out with more but most of the guys I would hang out with either committed suicide or I stopped talking to them because I realized that I wasn't being treated very well. I don't know what to do. My therapist assures me I'm constantly just being dealt a bad hand of cards and I'm doing my best but I don't care anymore. I hate being alive. I hate my life so much.

I don't even know why the fuck I'm writing this. I guess I just want it to be known *somewhere* that I haven't been very well for a very long time and if I just randomly disappear one day you can all probably guess what happened. I'm not going to do anything stupid tonight but I've been fighting the urge near-daily for the past few months while trying to pretend I can keep making it through. I don't know. I just want everything to stop I wish miracles were real. I hate how you can fight depression and suicide ideation for over a decade and it feels like it's never gets much better.

It doesn't help I keep having this OCD fear that I'm going to die before my next birthday and all the stuff lately is freaking me out.

I'm crying too hard to keep typing and looking at what im typing so idk if you read all this thanks ill probably feel better after a nap or something but everything just feles so fucking exhausting

[hyuckmov]

and tbh that's not ambiguous to me. at least not anymore. lmao in my head there's never a forgiveness my boo's way smarter than that. she deserves sooooooooo much better than that. if anything Jaemin definitely deserved that rejection and should have been more brutal

NNDHDHDHDHD his character def made my blood boil

HI i'll be responding to this ask and the previous one here under the cut!!!

prev. ask

SO..... i was the one who requested the jaemin angst. ok ok ok ok ok soooo

just wna say...oh my god thank you so much for the detailed detailed review 😭😭😭🫶🏻 this assured me a lot especially because YOU're the one who requested it so your opinion kind of matters the most !!! it was such a happy surprise to receive this ask thank you for making this so much more rewarding for me to write

1. icb you were really so so close to scrapping this off and you not really liking it that much ..... but. OH. MY GOD???? it's actually really good. now, when i requested and thinking right away " ok i want angst i want to hurt myself even more " it never occurred to me (OF COURSE BECAUSE HOW RIGHT LMAO THIS BITCH (ME)) that a trope/plot like this could hurt me so fucking much it's like it's happening to me irl. 2. when i saw the lil synopsis i was thinking it's actually him proposing forrealz (like it might've started as a lil jokey joke joke until it gets serious and serious (... probably pretty close but the way it went was different sorry DONT MIND THIS u dont have to understand this one lmao)

I KIND OF GET IT actually i was kind of working backwards with this fic because the image i wanted to end up with eventually was with jaemin in the car proposing with you, but not in the way you wanted...."i thought you wanted to me to propose to you" "not like this" that was the central scene i wanted to end up at. so working backwards from the idea of jaemin proposing to you...kind of just thought of him saying it casually but never meaning it like you want him to. and then i kind of just made the ending scene 10 times crueller

3. PAIN. PAIN. AND EVEN MORE PAIN. i know if i were in the mc's shoes specifically by that end i would still be probably stupid enough to consider giving him a teeny tiny bit hope that i would forgive him (eventually) BUT HONESTLY. not only does he know ALL ALONG.... but the fact that he doesn't truly care about his so called best friend but he has the guts to say those words. and to blame her for everything. who cares if he knows her well if, i thought hard about it, it's like,,, it's mostly him just asking for her help most of the time (given the context available in the fic) don't get me wrong i know it's also a bff kinda thing to have a wing bestie, to always offer advice, help, and everything but come on. he totally lost me at that fact. it's so cruel. diabolical. there's that excuse that the person in the know just can't hurt the other's feelings even more so they can't tell them they know BUT. jaemin here is just on a whole other level. can't convince me otherwise. lmao. whole friendship thing completely thrown out the window. 4. YOU HONESTLY THREW ME OFF WITH THE PLOT. as already mentioned, I really thought he has feelings for her ...as time went by at least. like the moment the question was asked for real this time they would realize neither is actually prepared for it and everything bec let's face it i requested ANGST. 5. as much as I'm in love with this gem, it is super painful it made me stop and think. longer than i should have.

oh my goddd I CAN'T BELIEVE something i wrote made you think so hard omg i hope that's a good thing 😭😭😭 to answer this and the ask above, the ending is completely completely because of me and the person i am because forgiving jaemin is just the type of shit i would do 🤭  projected a little bit here because i am sooo baaaad at cutting people off even when i literally have so many reasons to, so to me just that lingering sentimentality from being around jaemin 24/7 for a year would be good enough reason for you to think twice about his apology. so i left the possibility of a friendship (which would probably never be the same) in there just as an ambiguous-ish ending hehe </3 but seriously it's so amazing to me that this made you think so much and you felt for these characters so much so thank you 😭😭😭

6. you made me love and hate this fic oh so much I'm cursing this jaemin so hard rn AAAAAAA you are so good at what you do 🥹 7. honestly looking forward in the future if ever you feel like writing about jaemin again :)) fluff ? mixing it up? or another angst? I'M ALL HERE FOR IT. BRING IT ON.

i loved writing about jaemin so thanks for sending in this request <3 decided to pick a marriage theme bc something about jaemin just gives me mad fiance vibes (and also childhood best friend vibes but we'll cover that another day in another request)...because he's such the perfect man to take home to your parents but also there's something sharp and almost wicked in his eyes and smile that makes you giddy with the possibility of forever. i'll definitely write more for himmm i still think i can do a lot with his character if i had more practice

8. it actually scares me a little bit for the fics you'll share with us.. because if this isn't even something you're so fond of, how about when it's already the one you are soooo proud of. super love, and excited for. AND YOU ALREADY HAVE THOSE HUGE GEMS HERE. you're so talented and your mind is just so. SEXY.

AAAAAA thank you so much love love love 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ this is actually endlessly encouraging i'll treasure your words so much and keep coming up with better and better things to show youuuu 🫶🏻 hope you have a great dayyyy thanks for making mine !!!

[tumblingxelian]

Not sure why I didn't get pinged for this but glad I found it. Anyway, I don't have a ton to add that short-wooloo hasn't, excellent breakdown to be sure. Much more patient that I would have been given they opened with:

"Emotional/dishonest claim. It would be considered "manslaughter" at most and even then that's contentious."

Lie, in what fucking world is choking someone in anger after/while they plead with you to stop doing fascism and genocide not considered a murder attempt? Like, I just went to check the definition of voluntary manslaughter and it goes:

The most common type of voluntary manslaughter occurs when a defendant is provoked to commit homicide. This is sometimes described as a crime of passion.

Padme did not fucking provoke Anakin. She outright offered to run away with him after he did a god damn genocide and helped overthrow democracy. Then he strangled her! Him being angry does not mean he was provoked, that's some god damn domestic abuse enabling shit right there.

Then there was how disingenuous the rest of their argument structure was, IE:

"The Jedi did nothing wrong/bear no responsibility etc."

They aren't interested in addressing your actual claim, because on some level they must know they can't actually disprove your points, So they handwave what you actually said away so they can go on to try and bullshit a "counter argument" without addressing anything said.

This also conveniently let's them more easily make shit up or ignore things, like how as you say, Palpatine is the end result of a thousand year long conspiracy. Plus the Jedi were suspicious of him?

They also clearly don't know what ascetic means given the Jedi are overall quite chill and often shown to engage in relaxation or enjoyable tings and to otherwise have friends outside the Order. The Order is their home and community but that's just like, what living in a religious community is like? Also how the fuck can it be considered abduction when Anakin's parent was for it, the word for that is god damn adoption.

Plus given this is one of the most iconic Batman scenes, I'd sat Batman is indeed closer to a cult than the Jedi: Fun fact these are not the only time stuff like this is done and comes off as super weird XD

I am also deeply confused how the Jedi are at fault for what happened to Shmi when she'd become free in the interim? Like are they magically responsible for every bad thing that happens ever but not for ay of the good stuff they actually do?

Also how is it their fault Anakin becomes more volatile after that? He doesn't tell them anything because he knows he shouldn't have wiped out an entire community in rage so he only told people he knew wouldn't be upset with him!

As ever, people failing to grasp the concept of letting go of things outside your control and conflating it with callousness/indifference. Agonizing to read now as it ever is. Obnoxious. Also yeah Anakin barely says shit so Yoda can't give him anything specific to go off beyond the most generalized advice.

Anakin wanted all the perks of being a Jedi but none of the responsibilities or challenges. He wanted his ideal romance with Padme, but not for her to disagree with him in any meaningful way. He wanted Sidious to be his endlessly supportive mentor and enabler. & when he couldn't have it all, he chose the most selfish and destructive things and ultimately ended up with nothing, and cursed everyone with him.

Insisting the Jedi were primarily to blame for Anakin being a fascist traitor and Palpatine ordering their deaths is painfully fucking stupid. Like its so disconnected from reality and victim blaming that it hurts to read. I don't find Anakin's evil relatable at all, I can't envision killing my entire community & family to protect one person. I think that's deeply fucked up. Like even on an instinctual level like they are claiming its fucked up. Also let's be real here if THAT were enough to cause the Order to Fall, if that were even close to true, the Order would not have last as long as it did, or need a mind controlled army and thousand year conspiracy to take hem down.

Ugh, I'm tired ><

Even if all the lies and deliberated twisted misrepresentations of Mace Windu and the Jedi for the purpose of blaming them for Anakin were remotely accurate (THEY AREN'T, END OF DISCUSSION), Anakin's turn to the dark side and all his atrocities are still HIS FAULT, no one else's (and yes, that even includes Palpatine) , regardless of what they did

It was his choice

Anakin chose to turn to the dark side

Anakin chose to betray the Jedi and Republic

Anakin chose to overthrow democracy

Anakin chose to support fascism

Anakin chose to murder children en mass

Anakin chose to join a space nazi death cult

Anakin chose to murder Padme

No one made him do anything, no one could, nothing that anyone did(n't do) forced him to be a monster, it was all his choice, because no matter what a person supposedly suffers, they are the one who chooses what they do

And Anakin chose to be evil

[mythiccheroacademia]

—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.