#he might have an attitude of a white man but he isn't one for sure

[napisreal]

𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴,

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴

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[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 1 - Unlikely

Fic summary: My take on the origins of the RAE but with a focus on slowburning Beach and Dook as a couple. Mostly plotted as I go, and I'm also notorious for never finishing my longfics so we'll just see how this one turns out lmao

Chapter word count: 1,196 Chapter 2 -> Read it on AO3!

Dook groans, sitting down against the outside wall of the bar. Kicked out... again. If he keeps this up, he's definitely going to get banned. But that deer was asking for it. He sighs, a hand floating up to his face to assess the damage. He got decked in the face... he can feel the swelling around his eye starting. Just great.

Other than that, he's... fine, for the most part. He moves his attention to his wallet. Opening it up, he finds a dollar bill, three quarters, three nickels, and two dimes. It might cover one last drink, but he's not allowed back in there right now... and it's not enough to do much of anything else. Let alone pay for another night at the motel.

Dook sighs, stuffing his wallet back in his pocket and leaning his head back against the wall. Looks like he'll have to play the town drunk for tonight. He considers finding somewhere more private to sleep, but he finds he has little desire to actually move. He considers going back home, but only for a second. He won't go back, and he knows it... but man, a bed would be nice right about now.

He feels a chill go through him, and pulls his coat tighter around him. It's cozier like this, and he closes his eyes. Someone's home nearby has left the window open, Christmas music gently making its way out onto the street. It's nice. So nice, in fact, that Dook doesn't realize he's drifting off to sleep until a voice knocks him out of it.

"Hey! You okay?"

Dook opens an eye– rather, he opens the eye that isn't swelling. "Huh?"

"You doing alright?" Dook looks up at him. It's a tall figure... a bear. White fur, blonde hair, dressed in a jacket and board shorts. By the looks of him, he's probably going to try to heckle him for money or something.

"Hey, can't you see I'm tryin' to sleep here? I don't got anything for you," Dook says.

"What? No, I'm– I'm trying to help you, man," the bear says, laughing a bit as he speaks. He crouches down to meet Dook, but is still taller than him at this level. "You look pretty beat up. Do you need me to take you to a hospital or something?"

"No," Dook says confidently. "Definitely not."

"Your face is pretty messed up, dude," the stranger says. "I can drive you, if that's what you're–"

"Listen, man," Dook says, "I can't afford a hospital, okay? Can't even afford a place to stay tonight, and you expect me to go with you to a hospital... It's just a black eye."

The stranger falls silent, and Dook avoids eye contact. He's embarrassed, but he's got to stand by this attitude if he wants him to leave him alone.

"...Well, a black eye isn't going to go away on its own, you know," the stranger says finally. "You could at least do with an ice pack. A bag of frozen peas, or something. I'm sure I've got something like that at my place. Free ride."

Dook looks at him, incredulous. "You expect me, to get into your car, and go to your house," he says. "You could be a serial killer for all I know."

"Do I look like a serial killer to you?"

"Yes."

The stranger sputters a bit. "Well, I. Well. Okay. That's fair. But the offer stands."

"How do I know I can trust you?" Dook asks.

"You can't, man," the stranger replies. "Just... I mean, it's either this or you stay out here in the cold all night."

Dook says nothing.

"Plus, it's... kinda the holidays," the stranger continues, standing. "Tis the season to be nice to people, or whatever."

Dook considers his options. It's true that his only alternative is falling asleep in the streets. Comparing that to being indoors, even if just for a bit... well, it's no contest. But he's still not certain he can trust this bear. Looking him up and down again, he considers his build. He's quite tall... and while not exactly lean, Dook can't tell if his size comes from actual muscle or just fluff. Realistically, if it came down to it, he wouldn't stand a chance against this guy in a fight.

...So why does he say yes?

"Alright," he says. "Fine. But only for that." He stands, and their height difference truly becomes apparent now. The stranger is at least a whole head taller than Dook.

"I never got your name, by the way," he says as they begin to walk.

"Oh. It's Dook," he tells him. "Dook Larue."

"Bond, James Bond," the stranger replies, and laughs at his own joke. "I'm just kidding. That's a nice name."

"What about you?"

"Call me Beach Bear."

Dook looks at him. "That's not your real name."

"But that's what they call me!" Beach Bear replies, picking up his stride. He stops at the corner of the street, the only car parked in sight. It's a faded blue convertible, thin and low to the ground. It's got some scuffs around the bumper and the front passenger door, but Beach Bear seems to smile proudly as he unlocks it.

"After you," he says, opening the door for Dook.

"...Sure." Dook gets in, followed by Beach in the driver's seat shortly after.

"Nice car, isn't it?" He says, turning the ignition. "I got her a few years back. Almost ten now, I think. We've been through a lot together, me and this car."

"I've never owned a car," Dook admits. "Never learned to drive."

"Awh, man, you should," Beach says. "Once you get a car of your own, and it's just you and the road, cruising down the highway... that's freedom. Feels like flying."

Dook's ears perk up. "Flying?"

"Yeah!" He laughs. "Or as close as any of us'll ever get."

"What about in a plane? Or– or a rocketship?"

"You ever been in a rocketship?" Beach Bear asks, eyeing Dook. Dook shakes his head. "That's what I thought. That's for a different breed, Dook. Different from me, at least."

"I dunno," Dook mutters, slouching a bit in his seat. "I think it'd be real neat to go to space someday."

"...Yeah?" Beach picks up on the embarrassment in Dook's voice, and softens a little. "That's interesting."

"It is," Dook tells him. "You saw the moon landing, didn't you?"

"Sure I did. Everyone has."

"I grew up during the Space Race," Dook says. "Guess it was just always in me." He chuckles. "But seeing a man on the moon... Gosh." He turns, staring out the window as they drive. "Guess it just made me feel like... anything is possible, y'know? Even I could do it if I really put my mind to it."

Beach Bear is quiet for a moment. "You really want to?" He asks.

"'Course I do," Dook replies.

"...Then hell, don't let anything stop you," he says. "We've got too many people giving up on their dreams these days."

"...Yeah." Dook doesn't say anything else, but he's grateful for those words. They're needed much more than Beach Bear knows.

[thehighpriestess1]

The Gojo fic mentioned here that I wrote the first chapter for but never finished 🥲🥲

I don't know what triggers warnings to add so proceed with caution regardless.

Gojo rubbed his forehead as his blind date complained about the food for the fourth time. He regretted agreeing to get into this and was mentally killing his best friend for the 10th time since the date started. He looked up and saw her giving him the doe eyes. The ones that say Why did you bring me to this crappy diner when we could have gone to a Michelin star hotel. Gojo chuckled lightly.

This was his trick to get out of bad dates. He would pick up the girl from her door and based on what he thinks of her in the first five minutes of the car ride he would either take her to his favorite restaurant or the first off beat diner he saw. Rose, his date started talking about how excited she was to dine with him and how all her friends were going to oh so jealous of her. Gojo looked at her poke her food with the fork and almost felt bad for her....almost.

"Excuse me". He raised his hand to call for the waitress who served them. The girl came and stood next to their table with a sigh. He noticed her sprained left hand and made a mental note to tip her well for putting up with this in that condition.

"Is there a problem?".

"This food is disgusting!". Rose spat sliding her fork on the plate.

"You ordered it". Her deadbeat attitude intrigued Gojo. He noticed that she was pretty and tough looking. Loose strands of her bun fell on her face and her eyes..her eyes were filled with sadness. "I'm sorry but can we get it replaced ?". Gojo said politely snapping out of his inspection.

"Sure but you'll have to pay for this one and the next one might taste the same".

"just do as you're told! Do you not know how to treat customer? And why should we pay when the food is shit!". Rose quipped crossing her hand over her chest.

"because you ordered it and it seems like you ate some of it". Rose scoffed and bit the inside of her cheeks. "I'd like to speak to your manager! Once he knows who we are he will teach you some manners". Before Gojo could step in to diffuse the situation the waitress smiled and rested her right palm flat on the table as she bent towards Rose who was now leaning away from the girl. "I am the manager. We are short staffed. Now..is.there.anything.else.i.can.get.you?".

Rose gulped and looked at Gojo who was amused by this situation looked up at her and smirked at her gloating face. "We'll get the check". He said smiling at the waitress.

"Check it is then".

-X-

You walked back to the desk huffing at this couple. "What happened?". Your friend Jaz was in-charge of billing today. "Just some rich bitch got mad at me and said she wanted to speak to the manager". You said sliding their bill to her.

"Shit. What did you say?". You gave her a toothy smile. "I told her I am the manager".

"Y/n! I told you to stop doing that! You can get fired!". You sighed as you leaned against nthe counter.

"Big fucking deal. This isn't the only place in town looking for cheap labour".

"She's got nice tits though". Jaz said looking at the annoyed Rose.You followed her gaze to Rose and smirked. "Yeah. You think they're real?".

"Seems so. What about the guy? He hot?". You looked at the back of the white haired man. "He rich". You said as your grabbed the bill and placed it between the torn leather folder.

-X-

"Here you go. I hope you had a pleasant time. Please leave a review for the restaurant as it would help us grow". You chanted the rehearsed greeting and bowed. Gojo chuckled as he placed some cash in the folder and slid it towards you. "What's your name?". He asked, pulling back the case just as you were about to reach for it. "I hope you had a pleasant time". You said again. You were used to random men asking for name and number and were in no mood to interact with the couple anymore than you already had.

"That's a weird name".

"Thank you for choosing to dine with us". You said taking back the bill and cash as the couple began to leave. "Excuse me, here's your change". You couldn't believe that someone would leave 500$ for a 80$ bill. "That's your tip".

"That's a lot of tip". You quipped still holding the spare in your hand. "I liked your service". He said winking at you. Rose huffed and walked out stomping her YSL heels. Gojo smiled and swung his jacked over his shoulder as he left you standing.

-X-

Gojo Satoru was an unforgiving man. His word was the law and no one in the city dared challenge his orders. He was cruel in the cruelest sense and had no regard for feelings But Gojo Satoru couldn't get you out of his head for the entire week and on a Wednesday afternoon he decided he needed to at least get your name.

He walked into the diner and looked around for you but you were nowhere to be seen. "Right! She's the manager!". He went to the counter and saw a man in glasses standing there. "Hi".

"Hello Sir, welcome to goldleaf diner. How may I serve you today".

"I want to speak with the Manager".

"I am the manager. My name is hiroki muka-"

"No. Not you. The other manager".

"I am the only Manager here". Gojo ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "The ... The woman. She was the manager a week ago? She had a sprained arm?".

The man raised both his arms in the air and turned halfway around to giggling waitress behind him. "Not again!".

"Excuse me?". Gojo asked tilting his head to the side. "My apology. She is not a Manager. She is a menace. Which is why she was fired three days ago". Gojo let out a groan. "Can I get her name or number?".

"I'm sorry sir I can't do that". Gojo gave him a pressed smile and gently placed a wad of cash on the counter. "Her name".

"Miyoko. But unfortunately I don't have her contact number".The man said slowly sliding the cash in his pocket. Gojo sighed and shook his head. "Is there anyway I can reach her?".

"Girls like her don't stay in one place for long". The man said. Something about his tone made Gojo angry but he calmed himself and returned a pressed smile.

"Miyoko...". He whispered the name as he gave orders to his men to find every girl named miyoko in that area. It was just a name but somehow he felt closer to you. He didn't understand why did he want to know your name. He didn't understand why did he want to find you. He felt like a teenager trying to stalk his crush.

-X-

It took about two days for his men to find out every information about every Miyoko in that area. Gojo sat at the edge of his desk frantically flipping through the pages containing photo and data looking for the familiar face. He tossed the first file on the floor as desperation rose inside him. He tossed the second file to the floor as well as his men gulped at the sudden shift of the atmosphere. He closed the last file and swung it across the room in anger. "She's not here! Are you sure you got each one of them?".

"Yes sir". Gojo groaned in frustration. Geto walked in the room and saw the stiffened men and tossed files. "Didn't find her?". He amused at the the desperate state of his friend.

"Shut up. I don't know what to do!".

"Give up? She's just a waitress you'll find another one". He sat opposite to Gojo and lit his cigarette. "You don't understand. I have to find her". Geto hummed as he let out a puff of smoke. "Did it occur to you that she probably gave a fake name?". Gojo looked up at this smirking friend. "Fuck. I didn't think of that".

Geto laughed as he reached out his hand and ashed the cigarette in the ashtray. "Now to the serious stuff. The deal with Gyizo gang is tonight and you are going instead of me".

"Why do I have to go?".

"Cause you owe me one and I have a date".

-X-

Gojo sat in the backseat as he watched the city lights flicker. He checked his watch 1:00AM. They were well into the heart of the city now after getting the work done. The whole deal had out him in a bad mood. First he couldn't find a fucking girl next his best friend trapped him into attending a shitty deal.He needed a break. "Stop at the convince store". He ordered his driver who obliged.

Gojo walked through the door without looking at the cashier and went to the racks of ramen before finally picking out his favourite one. He walked over to the counter with his eyes fixed on his wallet. "That would be 2.50 would you like a carry bag?". Gojo's hand froze on his wallet. He looked up slowly to see you standing behind the counter. "Hi". He smiled widely like a child who found the last piece of the puzzle.

"Hi. Would you like a carry bag?". He looked at you arm and felt relieved when he saw it was fine now. Next his eyes travelled to your name tag. "So your name is Kiki?". You squinted your eyes at him, "Would you like a carry bag?".

"No. What's your name?".

"That would be 2.50$". Gojo chuckled and looked around. "Look I'm not a weirdo okay? You have no idea how long I have been looking for you". You tool a step away from the counter. Gojo read the fear on your face and raised his hand by his side signalling that he wasn't going to harm you. "You don't remember me? We met at the diner? You had a sprained arm ..?". Then it clicked. He was the guy who gave you the biggest tip of your life. Your shoulders dropped in relief.

"Look man of you're here for your money then I don't have it".

"I don't want my money".

"Then what do you want?".

"I...". Gojo fumbled with his words as his brain tried to think of what did want? "Your name". You looked outside to three Balck range rovers parked in a semi circle. You didn't know what he was upto but you knew you didn't want to be a part of it. "That would be 2.50$".

Gojo sighed and looked at the ramen and cold coffee he picked up. He went back and got another set and placed it on the counter. "That would be 5$". You said scanning the items. Gojo handed you his black card and you inspected it in your hand. "Is this real?". You raised an eyebrow at him. You have had your fair share of people trying to buy with fake or stolen cards, sometimes even with fake money. "I wouldn't use a fake card for 5$ meal". Gojo said chocking his head to a side. "People don't use a black card for a 5$ meal".

Gojo chuckled, "It's the only thing I have on me right now".You shrugged your shoulders and billed him for the items.

"Have dinner with me". Gojo said as you handed him the card.

"I am working". You said trying your best to look busy in the empty store. "There is no other customer and I don't like eating alone". As if in cue his stomach grumbled and heat rose to his cheeks. Your looked at him and let out a giggle. "You seem to be really hungry".

"I am, so please eat with me. I will compensate you for your time". He said holding the items in his hand. You shook your head and smiled. Gojo saw you smiled like that for the first time and his heart skipped a beat. "Alright then but if I get in trouble then it's on you!". Gojo nodded and followed you to the seating area next to a glass wall. Gojo goy the ramen ready as you poured the coffee from the bottle into two glasses with ice.

Gojo rolled the sleeves of his Balck shirt and placed his jacket on the stool next to him. You both sat next to eachother looking at the street outside. "So what's your name?". He asked taking slurping his noodles. "Kiki". You said, avoiding eye contact.

"Is that your real name?".

"For today it is".

"What will it be tomorrow?".

"Beyonce". Gojo choked on his noodles and you smiled amusingly to yourself. "Who are you?". He asked leaning on his one arm and looking at you. You shrugged your shoulders and continued to eat.

"If I come here tomorrow would you still be here?". You stopped your chopsticks mid air."Maybe". Gojo frowned as he straightened up. You shrugged again. He bit the inside of his cheeks as he tried to come with something.

"Why were you looking for me?". It was your turn to ask questions now. Gojo's eyes widened. "I..I wanted to apologise for the way my friend behaved". He looked away cringing at his bleak excuse.

"After a whole week?".

"Yes. I found out that you were not the manager". You let out a chuckle but Gojo saw something that made his stomach churn. He saw a black-blue bruise along your neck which seemed to be spread on your shoulder too. He wanted to ask but he knew you would either won't answer him or give a false story. He saw your arms where your sleeves were rolled up and saw hints of dark red marks.

"You alright?". You were done with your food and Gojo was barely halfway through. "Yeah. Lost my appetite". He said sternly as he picked up both the boxes and went to discard them. You saw his retreating figure and wondered what could have caused the sudden shift. Wiping your mouth and hands you returned behind the counter. Gojo came upto you once again but this time he looked like he knew what he wanted. "When does your shift get over?".

"what do you want from me?". Your asked as you lifted a crate of soda to restock the fridge. Gojo took it from your hand and followed you to the fridge. "I just want to get to know you".

"Why?". You quipped arranging the cans in a line.

"I want to be your friend".

"Why?".

"I think you're... intresting". He said cluelessly. You chuckled and asked. "Who are you?".

"I am Gojo Satoru". You looked up at him and for a second you were lost in his cerulean eyes. You had never seen eyes like these. "You have beautiful eyes Gojo Satoru".

Gojo had been complimented on his eyes since he was a kid then why was he shying away now? Why did it hurt him seeing the pain in your eyes. He had never noticed someone's eyes before but yours, yours took his breath away.

"Hello?". You were snapped out of your daze when you saw your coworker enter. You sighed and took off your vest. "I'm off work now. You can leave". You walked back to the changing broom and removed your blue vest.

You pressed your hand over your chest to calm the insistent beating of your heart. You looked up in the mirror on the locker and chuckled. You looked like shit. Before your could leave your phone buzzed in your pocket.

I'm coming to pick you up. The text had your stomach churning and you understood that it was going to be along night.

Shutting the locker and entering your card in the machine to clock out you walked out the store in your free hoodie with your good pulled up. You thought he had left but you saw him leaning against his car smiling at you. He looked handsome. His tall and broad frame made him looked like a model. The Balck shirt only brought out the white of his hair and his eyes glowed in the florescent light of the store.

"Have a good night". You said hastily and turned away to walk in the other direction but he grabbed your wrist just in time making fall back and collide with his chest. You turned around to look up at him and felt the intensity of his gaze.

"Can I see you again? Tomorrow?".

"I gues I'll be here".

"Promise me you'll be here. Please". Gojo pleaded with his grip on your wrist tightening.

You bit your lip and looked around hoping that no one was watching you but to your dismay you saw your partner standing in an alley way looking at you. "Sure I promise. Tomorrow. I gotta go. Bye". You said and hurriedly walked towards your partner with your head hung low. Gojo watched you leave with a frown. Something seemed off. But he will get to the end of it tomorrow.

Just like he promised Gojo showed up to the same convience store in evening but just like last time you weren't there. He asked the cashier and he told him that you quit your job that morning. Gojo asked for your number but he didn't have it and just like last time you had given a fake name and just like last time Gojo felt hope leave his body. But this time Gojo was adamant on seeing you again.

[arcadian-litterateur]

bury it | kirin o'connor

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

summary: kirin has a no-side-effects solution to dealing with trauma: he buries it. but as time goes on while he’s trapped on the island, he realizes slowly that this “no-side-effects” solution does, indeed, have side effects—and they might just be eating him alive.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of ab*se and r*pe

a/n: i know we never got kirin’s full backstory in the wilds before it was cancelled; only a tiny part of it, so i decided to use what little information we had, kirin’s obviously trained responses with josh’s situation, and fan theories to create my own backstory for him. this is a super dark one shot, guys, and it’s not romance or anything. it’s just a backstory for kirin, but i do indeed plan on making more kirin one shots that will most likely use this backstory as a foundation, so keep an eye on that! this is like my own little the wilds world-building, ig you could say. also... @mirchoff here it is! probably not at all what you thought the "kirin one shot" would be but i have a dark side ig. don't worry we'll get less dark kirin content soon.

𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗦 no stranger to this shitty feeling. This shitty feeling of not mattering to the people he's supposed to matter to. It hit him early, and it fucked with his soul. He had a choice: let it fuck him up, or bury it.

He buried it, and he's been burying it ever since.

On the outside, he's always been the golden boy, the star athlete, the happy, popular jock who has everything he could ever want. He's always been a stereotype; a cliche…an easy-to-read, hard-to-get-with jock.

On the inside, he figures he's still a cliche, just a different one. He's an eccedentesiast. Someone who hides pain behind a smile. The golden boy, sure, but the golden boy with a dark past.

Maybe that's all he is: a remix of all the other broken, blond white boys. After all, what piece of Kirin O’ Connor isn't borrowed? He acts like his mom—she's a good woman, but she’s emotionally unavailable to him, much like his emotional withdrawal from the people around him. He looks just like his dad—fucking piece of shit. He got his jock attitude from the popular boys he used to idolize on television—now he realizes it was easier for them, because they had a script, and he didn't even get a plot summary. His talk comes from his coach—who saved his life, for which he'll always be grateful, but then ended up being a shitty, racist person just like the rest of them, and he hates him for it.

If he thinks about it, Kirin O’Connor doesn't truly like being this convoluted chemical reaction of different people. He wants to be something of his own. But he isn't sure how. And when he's honest with himself, he acknowledges that he's scared he's too fucked up to be anything on his own.

It started when he was a young, young boy, and his mother's father—he will never call him his grandfather—kicked them out of his house. He's not sure when he realized that relatives aren't supposed to be jerks, but he knows without a doubt that the only thing he and that man have in common is blood. He swears he will never be like his mother’s father; he will never sentence someone to cold nights in a car with the backseat for a bed.

Kirin still remembers clearly the days before he was popular. When he was still living in his mom’s car, abandoned by his father and now his grandfather, he watched his mom slowly slip away from him. And when he voiced his concerns to his teacher, explaining as best as an eight-year-old can that his mom needed help, he was mocked by the other children.

He was bullied by the other children for being forced into the role of caregiver too early.

Kirin shoved that pain down and decided that he was above it all. He spent so much time above it all that eventually, everyone else worked their way up, pulling themselves to his level like they envied his life. Gosh, if only they knew what his life was like.

He’s had two stepdads, and neither lasted. The first was named Grant, the second was Harvey. They were both artists, like maybe his mom had a type or something, and they were both sick. Not disease sick, but fucked up in the head, gross sick. Grant would always come home drunk, the classic stepdad with a beer belly and a loud, “Honey, I’m home!” He’d force Kirin’s mom to make his gross, alcoholic friends bean dip and casseroles. They’d trash the living room and then complain when Kirin didn’t clean up after them. 

Kirin didn’t understand why his mom put up with it for as long as she did. It was only after Harvey was gone, too, that his mom showed Kirin the scar from the fireplace poker that Grant had stabbed her with when he was too drunk to think straight, whispering out the nasty threats Grant had made towards Kirin if she didn’t keep quiet. Kirin remembered that trip to the ER, but his mom told everyone she’d tripped and bumped the poker. And everyone had believed it, Kirin included.

But if Grant was awful, Harvey was a demon from hell. Actually, Kirin had contemplated this theory totally seriously at one point, so confused as to how someone could be so cruel. What his mom had seen in this guy was beyond him, but once the new couple got back from their honeymoon, Harvey turned nasty, and Kirin had to sit and watch. Harvey didn’t even try to hide the fact that he abused Kirin’s mom from the boy, who was fourteen at the time. He’d almost boast about it, as if he expected Kirin to take his side, too. Instead, Kirin learned the hard way that Harvey was harder to expose than he thought.

Sometimes, if Kirin is feeling especially masochistic, he’ll pull up his shirt and brush his hands along the dull, dark lumps of scar tissue all over his stomach from the countless times Harvey put out his cigarette on the boy’s pale skin. Maybe that’s one of the reasons that Kirin stays tan—it doesn’t hide the scars all the way, but it makes them seem less suspicious. Like they’re birthmarks or freckles.

But the cigarette burns were the least cruel abuse that Harvey subjected him to, and he doesn’t really want to even think about the other shit Harvey put him through. Kirin hasn’t told anyone about the darkest parts of that time in his life. They’ve heard about all the physical abuse; the violence, but he’s never told anyone about the worst of it. Not his therapist, not his CPS officer. Definitely not his mom, even though she’d endured the same, or even worse. If he talks about the hazy memories from those nights, he has to confront the fact that they were real, and so he leaves those memories be. Tells himself they’re just nightmares.

It could be true. Harvey is a consistent visitor in Kirin’s dreams. Even if the real man is locked away in a prison somewhere, he still haunts Kirin’s sleep like a specter. 

He haunts Kirin now, even on this godforsaken island in the middle of nowhere. Kirin knows in his head that even if Harvey escaped prison and found Kirin’s old high school, he’d have no way to get to Kirin, because nobody fucking knows where he is.

Even Kirin doesn’t know where he is.

Maybe his memories that he swears are nightmares are the reason he could tell something was wrong with Josh. Kirin can’t explain what exactly tipped him off, but something inside his chest got super fucking tight, like it was constricting all of his blood and was going to rip his heart apart, and so he jumped in and told Josh to come with him. He was convinced he was being paranoid.

But now, staring at the welts on Josh’s chest, Kirin feels his blood chill, his fingertips finding the small pebbled cigarette scars on his torso as goosebumps rise on his body. Josh spews some excuse about gluten when Kirin confronts him about it, and Kirin isn’t having it.

He isn’t proud of what he does next, but he’s desperate to get this boy to tell him what’s wrong—or what isn’t wrong. What might just be in Kirin’s head, like all the nightmares. 

So he brings up Seth, uses him as a weapon, as a match that he waves under Josh’s nose, trying to light the fuse in this meek boy, trying to get him to snap and admit something, anything. And just like Kirin knew it would, it works. Josh is yelling at him, talking about how Seth is the problem, and the way his voice quivers as he trails off and his fists tighten up in a defensive stance makes Kirin want to crumple to the ground.

Because he knows that look. That terrified, angry look. He knows that look, because he’s seen it in the mirror on himself. Josh isn’t Josh right now as Kirin stares down at him. Josh is fourteen-year-old Kirin trying to explain away the odd wounds on his stomach to his coach, who isn’t buying it. Josh is fourteen-year-old Kirin breaking down in the lacrosse team’s locker room, finally admitting what Harvey’s been doing. 

And in that instant, even before he asks Josh to elaborate, Kirin knows what Josh did. He knows without a doubt what a sick, demented fuck Seth is, and all he can see when he blinks is Harvey, leering and spitting and screaming at Kirin, hurting him in more ways than just physical.

Kirin sees red, and he knows at that moment that he’s going to make Seth pay for what he’s done to Josh, because no one ever made Harvey pay for his worst crimes against Kirin, and Kirin can’t stand to see another r*pist get away with it. 

Kirin freezes as the thought flashes through his mind, a hand flying up to his torso again, numbly pinching at one of the scars. He’s never been willing to even think it before. To ever truly face the reality of Harvey’s twisted abuse. But he just did, and the full force of it is crashing down on Kirin, bringing tears to his eyes. He blinks them away, rage almost bubbling out of his throat as he growls,

“I’m going to kill him.”

And he isn’t truly thinking about Seth at that moment, not really, but since he can’t get his hands on Harvey to tear him limb from limb, he’ll have to settle. 

Even after he’s pulled away from Seth, the sick asshole sadly still alive and breathing, Kirin knows that he won’t stop protecting Josh. He won’t let Josh do what he did. Because when Harvey hurt Kirin, Kirin buried it. That’s what he did with the hard shit. He buried it. And slowly, it’s killing him from the inside out. Kirin doesn’t want Josh to fall prey to that. Kirin doesn’t want Josh to bury it.

And Kirin thinks to himself that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to pull out a shovel and start digging. Not a grave for Seth or Harvey, (oh, how he wishes), but a hole into the deep abysses in his heart, so he can finally start to unbury all of the shit rotting away from inside him.

Kirin is done burying it.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥

[moonveiltarot]

Hello! Good morning!!

I'm here to join your game!

I'd like to know what Akira Vasily Ignatov / Kai Mikhaylov think of me!! And 18+ too! If you don't mknd👉🏻👈🏻😶‍🌫️

His hair color is blonde, his eyes color is blue!, his height is 190+ cm or more!!

Before I thought if him was a villain or a bad enemy(Peacebreaker) but after he revealed himself, he's a good guy who bruned his face and infiltrated Peacebreaker to protect the world lol sadly he died in the movie LMAOO😭

He only appear from the movie anime called "Psycho Pass Providence"!!

Also is only 1 character, right?

Ooh, he sounds like a Hero~ That's my type too. * swoon *

But no worries, I'm not gonna take him. Let's get into the reading!

✧･ﾟCARDS

Starspinner Tarot: King of Swords, The Moon, 7 of Pentacles, The Tower, The Fool, 3 of pentacles

My Oracle: Protection, Hubby, Light Masculine, Bully reversed.

Manara's Erotic Oracle: The Truth Behind The Illusions, That Secret Naughty Feeling, Indulging The Impossible Pleasure

Charms: rose, blue rocking horse, fox, cloud / thought bubble, fuzzy baby chick, crescent moon, bow tie, pliers, rabbit in a tailcoat, daisy, pink rose, cross pendant.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔:

He listens to you as you talk about anything and everything. He finds you to be admirable and lets you just share anything. He feels the same peace as you do. You have an emotional connection, which is not something he allows himself to do often.

He has to be serious and stoic all the time, so your childlike demeanor and attitude are very cute. He likes how playful you are. It is a stark contrast to his militant attitude.

He would just want to protect you and provide for you, as long as he alone could possess you. He definitely wouldn't get outwardly emotional, as he doesn't express emotion that way, but you'd be able to feel this from his energy. He would take care of you and probably would give you a souvenir or something to remember him. He might not even directly give it to you, but lay it somewhere you'd see it and hope you took it. Like on the bathroom sink lol.

He sees you as someone deserving of a brilliant husband and he feels insecure about that. Like he's too much of a fuck boi to ever be able to do that for you, but he will give it his absolute best shot to treat you like an absolute wifey.

He wants to get your attention and will do so in a charming and sweet way, but only after watching you from behind the scenes for a little while. He likes to be the masculine one, the one in charge and who makes the first move. He would do so happily and confidently, but would make sure he knew what you liked. He would present you with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers as well. Like white lilies with a pretty pink ribbon tied around them. I'm seeing them on a counter by a dim lamp.

He may have left them on the counter so he could invite you in and you'd be able to take those home as like a memento, sort of like how I mentioned below. I also see him and a female step out of an elevator into his room, so he got a penthouse suite for the evening. Gahdamn. This man is very generous and feels lucky he has you with him. He isn't afraid of emotional intimacy either. He might tell you that he's committed to his job currently and won't have the time or resources to care for you how you deserve, but he'd be so privileged to indulge in you and just enjoy you for the evening. After the encounter, I can see him standing somewhere random and he sees a white flower and it reminds him of you, so he just stares and savors the moments he remembers with you from this moment. He'd remember your smile and laugh and imagine your head laying on his chest. He would smile about it to himself, much to the surprise of anyone who knows him very well. Not incredibly easy to make this one smile.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂�� 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌:

He's incredibly charming and a perfect gentleman. He has a calm demeanor and is pleasant to be around, even more so in the bedroom. He, himself, may be a little closed off from sharing too many personal details or whatever, but you find it easy to open up and engage with him in conversation.

Akira is an aries, so he definitely has staying power in the bedroom. He seems like he would prefer missionary so he can look into your eyes. It has this strange calming effect on him for some reason. You feel like his safe space away from the horrors of the world. Anyway, he would seamlessly hold your waist and flip over so you're on top. Riding action for this large man. He would love you being top, but would make sure you finish first, probably laying on your back. So switching positions would happen.

He would make sure everything is clean and the lighting is kind of dim before you arrive at, I'm assuming, his apartment or temporary quarters. He wouldn't be able to stay in one place very long considering his job. He would take care to make sure he was in a location you could not be identified and that he could leave quickly without being noticed. He would take into consideration that you deserve a more upscale place, so probably would book a room like that instead of some seedy motel.

If you're already married or in a relationship, he fantasizes about stealing you away and giving you the best sex you've ever had. He's very much attracted to you. You probably tease him often, but try to make it look sort of like an accident, which he likes. It's a vibe that only he would pick up on that. If it happened by accident for real, he would be torn between wondering if you were teasing him or if he was wrong for sexualizing such an innocent little mistake.

He would be highly sexually attracted to you and would think about having a 3rd party involved, but not another female. Like, he would be there to support you while another person which doesn't have a solid identity or face in his fantasy is giving you oral or something.

He's a freak freak. At least in his mind. In reality it would be good sex, but he would probably keep those naughty thoughts to himself. He would lead happily though, so he wouldn't just clam up and say nothing at all during the act.

Songs: Burning In Desire - Chris Grey & Genius - LSD ft. Sia, Diplo, Labrinth

In conclusion: He'd find you to be his dream or ideal person. He definitely would want to get you alone, but would hold back his feral tendencies. I can see emotional connection and just gazing into his eyes a lot. I hope the reading was okay! <3

[pavlovianpanic]

oh, @caulfect, you just activated my trap card. i'm no third-rate duelist with a fourth-rate deck, i'll answer them all:

josh and principal wells. i know. a little nothing burger but given wells’ relationship with nathan ( essentially having to let nathan do as he pleases, sucking up to him, etc ) i’m very curious how their bond would be since josh is a fellow rich kid.

actually, this is very interesting to me, as well. i think josh is sort of a ... like, he's not a problem directly. the things he does that are troublesome aren't things that need to be expunged too much. it's more goofery, pranks, skipping, etc. the partying can be a bit of a problem, but josh is coming into that party self, so he's still able to be tamed a bit. plus, he has chris, who wells likes, i think. good kid. smart. both make the school look good. plus, josh's dad is trying to fund more dorms for blackwell, more programs, etc. he's competing with sean, naturally. wells is sort of caught in this. but josh has a good record, a good gpa, and overall? he looks good for the image of blackwell. he's a former child actor (my headcanon) that's now going to school here with this sort of breezy attitude and a bit of a chip on his shoulder ... but doesn't do too much "wrong". he's had to be scolded, especially in ways i think nathan doesn't have to be. josh has a bit of a different pressure not being white, having to really present himself in a way that nathan doesn't even care about tbh. josh has an image that actually needs protecting. his dad will do anything to protect him in that way, even with how absent bob can be tbh.

for wells? josh is a dream compared to nathan. bob is also much more reasonable and personable (he has to be), though he isn't a pushover. blackwell is wells’s priority, josh is bob's. that's very clear.

so ... josh gets some privileges for sure ... but unlike nathan, he shares them with the kids like max, kate, etc. he's not there for anything other than to do his thing, have a good time, and like ... do bible study LMAO and be friends with max?

- any de dynamics <3 safi and maya, safi and moses, safi and vinh, safi whoever! i’m always very interested in those thoughts

a) i love moses and his kettle. i literally talk about it all the time, idk why. i think the warren is moses comparisons are very lame tbh. they are so, so different. moses is his own man and so is warren, but i think they would actually get along in a weird way? warren might be ... a lot at first, but also warren himself should be allowed to grow, and as he gets out into the world, sees things for as they are, has relationships, he could like ... work with what moses desires in a friendship and cater to it? even with his nosiness and sort of "in your face" vibe he can have (or did as a child lmao), i think he could reel it in for sure.

safi and vinh .... this is so interesting to me. she saw something in him she liked after maya, that's for sure. he definitely sought something in her that she provided that he couldn't get over. there's this bond between them that i think even they don't undrestand, but they fall into this ... failure to launch situation. okay, it launched ... but it crashed. but i think she's definitely his type for sure, and i find safi (to me) to be more dominant in the bedroom, which pairs well with him. she's not super extreme, but she knows what she wants and how to get it. she was not afraid to sleep with him. i think it took him off guard tbh. she wants him? it was an ego boost, too. it gave him this confidence for a while that became sort of hard to manage, if that makes sense? like ... it was there and then suddenly it ... wasn't anymore.

just to gush about max in this game ... a) love her look, b) love her voice still to this day and how it's her but like grown, and c) i really think this game is a second parter to what was going to be a three parter, if that makes sense. you don't watch game of thrones season 1 and then the last one and skip the middle?? double exposure is the middle, imo. so, max's story isn't even done.

and diamond ... oh, i love her. i really do. i thought her part was so subtle, so smooth, but she was there, you saw her. the end caught me for sure. i wasn't expecting it to be her tbh. but it fit? in this weird way? and i think is so well deserved idk. it means a lot to me that she got this recognition, even if the next game wasn't her and safi, i hoped maybe a dlc would be. i need this dynamic. it's so ... refreshing. i love mentorships, too.

- i know you don’t consider bts canon but i think i saw you offhandedly mention having thoughts about samantha and nathan so! very curious about those as well

i should talk about why that is tbh it's mostly like it conflicts with so much LIS canon that it hurts my head. and is weird on the characters? except chloe, who is pretty constant. but that's bc they has ashley consult bc strikes blah blah she didn't va but she did consult the team about chloe's character and also the va on how to voice chloe, so like ... ah, it's hard.

okay, this is where i go way off bts canon ... a) nathan has to be older than her, a grade above her, so he's ... the older guy here. she's very "innocent", and i think if anything?? she could have been his first girlfriend. why isn't she there? since it's neither truly confirmed or denied if that samantha is the same samantha from the dark room, but i get this vibe she might have moved? or something? and i think before she left, nathan probably pressured her a lot to "be" with him finally. because he's her first love, right? so she'll want to remember him. that kind of thing. she really was what sparked his interest in that way, what really stoked that fire in him. it's not a good thing. it's a toxic first love, and i think once she leaves, she realizes that. he wasn't good for her, he didn't love her, but she probably "loved" him in the way that she could understand. it's hard for her to compartmentalize. nathan thinks of her sometimes. he has photos of her, of course. they spent time together. but it's hard to say how deeply he felt. he still did wrong by her.

- chloe and kate? :0 chloe mentions knowing of kate so i’m always curious about that. similarly, chloe and warren! i could think of more but here are some ideas lmfao

chloe does mention something like how kate is a cool girl, and i am all for that. i know chloe gets mad about kate at first, but she admits to that (character growth is getting heavy for sure here). personally? oh, i could love them so much. i am all for a chloe/kate ship, okay? but i know that's not what was asked necessarily, but just know ... that vibe? aesthetic? i love that. let girls be in love, i always say.

but yes! i think like ... chloe is so proud of max if she succeeds in the kate situation, and chloe mourns kate if the worst happens. it's ... eye-opening, especially kind of putting together everything, their similar trauma?

chloe would have some ... not shame but something like that for how she got away, but kate didn't. it's sort of inferred chloe was right after kate, so super close. nathan was active that weekend.

chloe likes girls like kate, i think. while they aren't the type she just seeks out? they kind of seek her out, i would say, and she responds. kate is just ... nice. chloe isn't always used to that, but it's so welcome. she probably teases her a lot, but it's all in good fun.

chloe and warren need their own post tbh, which i will do.

[redcrescentmoon]

[Tokyo Aliens][Analysis][About the way Tenkuubashi perceives Amamiya]

As we know, Amamiya has a very deep understanding of Shou. 9 years, the amount of time the two of them have known each other, is more than enough for Amamiya to clearly understand the boy.

So, what about the other way around? In Shou's eyes, what kind of person is that white-haired man with one eye covered? Or rather, what is Amamiya's image in Shou's eyes? Specifically, Amamiya is not only a benefactor, and a trustworthy teacher/mentor, but also someone whom the boy cannot understand.

1. To Shou, Amamiya is a benefactor

Regarding this part, surely everyone can see clearly and cannot deny it. I would like to quote directly from the manga chapter 15:

“He is my benefactor.”/“I owe him.”

In chapter 15, Shou used the word 恩人 (onjin – benefactor) when talking about Amamiya. For Shou, Amamiya’s encouragement to join the special armed forces not only meant creating him a new path, but also a new life for him.

Obviously, humans have always been creatures with a strong sense of their identity. They set a very clear boundary between "being human" and "not being human". Either it's human, or it's nothing. As a human being, we must fear death and must die, as is naturally the case. After all, people are always afraid of things they can’t even understand.

For that reason, almost no one among the people around him can accept the body of the planet Ribariba, including Shou himself. "I just happened to get this body; I didn’t want it" - are the words Shou said to himself in chapter 10 when he accidentally heard nasty gossips about him in the bathroom. And then, Shou continued to doubt himself. As always.

But after all, Amamiya's words still had a profound impact on him, beyond all the gossips out there. He followed those words to live, to train, to fight, and not to give up no matter how cruel and hopeless reality was. Because he still has his sister who is in a coma in the hospital waiting to be rescued, and also because he has belonged to that white-haired man since that day.

For that reason, it is not an exaggeration to say that Amamiya is Shou's benefactor - and because Shou himself said so.

2. To Shou, Amamiya is a trustworthy teacher/mentor

Shou is Amamiya's favorite student; everyone knows it. This proves that people are not just saying it out of the blue - there must be something showing that the way Amamiya treats Shou as a teacher and student must be so special. However, I will save this issue for another article.

So let's think about it the other way: how does Shou treat Amamiya as his teacher/mentor? Obviously, he behaved properly and appropriately: he still maintained a respectful and polite attitude towards the man, considered his words to be the absolute and never disobeyed him in important matters. Reading this, you will probably think to yourself, “Oh so what?”

Well, the key is here. Firstly, it can be said that Shou was taught quite well by Amamiya, in terms of strength and awareness that a police officer should have. He has good fighting skills and the ability to react quickly (this has been acknowledged many times, by Ririka and the female alien in chapter 0). At the same time, Shou also has a very correct perception of what to do and what not to do. He did not hesitate to speak out against Amamiya's intention to let Akira join AMO while that boy was just a civilian - because that was what he had been taught. He does not hesitate to do his best to protect others - because that is what he was taught. It can be said that Shou always clearly remembers and engraves what Amamiya taught him. Isn't that the highest respect for a teacher/mentor? And moreover, it can also be inferred that the boy holds a sense of trust in Amamiya, big enough and solid enough to make him always keep what he was taught.

In addition, it can be said that Shou always appreciates what the man taught him (no matter how strict it might be). In chapter 7, when Shou offered to take on the task of protecting Erika alone, Amamiya did not hesitate to remind him of the harsh training period. “That must have been a good experience in your upbringing… I am very glad.” Although it cannot be denied that Amamiya once trained with him in a strict way, Shou still did not feel any resentment against the man in any way whatsoever. On the contrary, the boy did thank Amamiya for that time. Because he understands that the harsh training period was necessary (or can also be understood as necessary evil), that perhaps he will not be able to become a person with such strength and purpose in life - like he is today.

Shou truly understands and appreciates what he taught him, so it can be said that Amamiya is a trustworthy teacher/mentor in the boy’s eyes.

3. To Shou, Amamiya is someone whom he cannot understand

And finally, Amamiya is the person who always makes Shou have vague and incomprehensible feelings toward him. Why did I include this argument? Well, because this proves one thing: Shou also has the desire and need to understand the man.

Only when the person in question is important enough that people have the need to understand them. Most of the time, people always tend to want to know what the other person is like, what their personality is, what habits they have, what they are doing, how they are feeling, or what thoughts they have in mind. After all, human interest is inherently very limited, so it can only be reserved for a certain few. Needless to say, surely everyone will not have the need to understand someone if the relationship with that person is not close enough, or in other words, not important enough, right?

Not only that, Shou's need to understand Amamiya is not a normal desire for understanding. Rather, a seemingly desperate desire. In chapter 15, Shou himself admitted: "He's really great, but most of the time I don't know what he's thinking." Obviously, with someone as mysterious as Amamiya, it's rare for anyone to know what thoughts are running through his mind. Even so, the desire to understand the other person is still a desire. Surely, Shou himself had also wondered about that thought, which made him blurt out about the white-haired man, about his concern in wanting to understand Amamiya like that.

“I thought I was the only one who thinks that.” Once again, this sentence affirms Shou's desire to understand Amamiya. He thought that everyone knew and understood Amamiya's personality, while he was the only exception. It is the very thought that deepened the boy’s desire to know more about Amamiya. A desire to understand the other person so deep and intense that it seems somewhat desperate.

In short, it can be said that Amamiya in Shou's eyes exists in three main images: (1) benefactor; (2) trustworthy teacher/mentor; (3) someone he can't seem to understand. Each of these images has its own rationale, and it is those three images that have contributed to creating the image of AmaShou that I've always liked and loved.

[patchwork-artists]

What would it be like if Original Felix met his IM counterpart and the IM crew and Circus? Would he tease IM Felix about Ozzy?

that's a hard question because it depends what counts as original felix,(⚠️autism moment upcoming⚠️) there's his black and white self, his comic self, and a lot of people look at either the 1950s show or the twisted tales show for references too 🤔 im not as knowlegable on his comic self as i didnt read those, on his black and white self as ive only seen a couple shorts(ive been meaning to watch more but im always meaning to watch more of x ajjsajjda rn im trying to catch up on some oswald and some popeye classics to better understand them and i didnt even Began tackling the mickey shorts—and i fully dropped the alice comedies i dont like them very much, i'm more of a fleischer than a disney guy i watched muuuch more of bettys black and white ones and fleischer generally has much stronger characterizations amongst the black and white era!the other cartoons had characterization but i wouldnt say they were at the level that fleischer was beggining to do with its protagonists)

anyways sorry. you tackled the hyperfixation lemme cut myself from ranting more and answer your question qjsjajdjajdjw i thiiiink. i think, if we speak on a more general term, some b&w felixes would tease him but theyd look more towards the chance of teasing him in general than the chance of teasing him over romance in specific—or they wouldn't care at all/would care more about other things(i know there were a lot of comics and shorts that implied felix to be someone who had this ideology of sharing to your community in a very communism utopia manner, and they might be a bit more focused on the fact that felix is a famous rich writer and isn't doing. anything with that, while some of those felixes are starving on screen he had a lot of starving and poverty issues), from what ive seen of the 50s shorts(i havent seen them all! i just got the luck to find a cd with several episodes on a store nearby so i know those episodes)that one is a little bit more calm and nice and would probably try to help him confess, and twisted tales felix which was tap's main inspiration for his younger self i think would think "oh this poor dude is about to get ruined with another romance he has no chance in. sheesh. anyways how can i either steal his man or steal his money(surely no comical hijinks could come from that)"

now the crew. as in questers. hhhggh long one so i'm just gonna resume it to strongest friendships. black and white shorts felix would hit off very well with bendy, and a little bit boris but deef with bendy. 50s felix would probably like holly the most, mugs second. twisted tales would be interacting with cup the most but always in an almost rivalry to him, not full on rivals but not buddy buddies kinda thing, and i say that because i can see him passing by when cup's playing a luck game to see if he can get him to loose, him seeing cup get himself dates and flirting and try to steal those girls' attention to it not only not working but cup laughing at him, and he's def pretty zany on that show which cup doesn't like because it's unpredictable, not to mention cup's entire attitude could get him to mutter sassy remarks, but i think they'd find enjoyment in that entire dynamic he wouldn't full on hate cup and cup wouldn't full on hate him either

but i might be wrong i haven't watched those in like 3 years ajsjjajdjajd and besides everyone has different interpretations of the characters. as much as i love felix (literally got gifted a felix notebook and felix socks and a felix shirt all by different family members and considering i had already made myself a little felix necklace and was also gifted an oswald bag i finally have the full "i am normal about black and white cartoons" fit 💥 ahsjsjskcja) i am a 6 people and i can only watch and analyze and remember so many shorts while everyone else also uses the brain for their own hyperfixations kwjdjwjfja

[cantcompetewhereudontcompare]

No, you don't. You're one of those people who's intellectually aligned with The Hags, most likely a HUGE LT fan who's offended by this blog. It's kinda sad that you're ashamed to admit it.

Multiple reasons. Glad you asked!

I HATE hypocrisy and I think every single person on the planet has multiple skeletons in their closet. Whether it be racist biases, unchecked privilege, ignorant pressure points that inevitably end up with ignorant actions, etc. We're ALL flawed human beings with inherent privileges and blind spots. Pointing fingers with this sort of stuff is ridiculous because even the best person in the world has shit they've done in the past. And if you think you don't, you're probably covered in it.

Most of these issues (such as racism, cultural appropriation, misogyny, homophobia) hurt real people in real time. They destroy lives and families and can cause a lot of pain, sometimes generational. To dilute that into some sort of gotcha moment of "the celebrity I like is better than yours" feels like one of the worst things you can do, in terms of morality, on social media. You're essentially taking the pain and suffering of a minority and making it about the faces that entertain you on your screen. What kind of awful human being are you? How do you not realize that you're worse than whatever action you're condemning? I'm not saying that holding people accountable is bad. But 99.99% of the "problematic" online discourse is not about that. If I were to make that kind of post about artists I dislike, my motivation would be obvious.

There are lines in the sand, such as sexual or physical abuse or violence, consistently racist and dehumanizing views, etc, which I do think deserve to be called out consistently and everywhere. I don't think Louis has those attitudes, which is why I don't. I called out Zayn and Liam for being abusers. That's the difference.

I'm talking about Louis' homophobia because 99% of his fanbase believes he's queer in a myriad of conspiracy theories that affect real people — both Harry and Louis, but also their families and friends and significant others. I think having the tools to counteract those people is important. The fact that Louis has had homophobic attitudes his whole life directly contradicts those conspiracy theories.

What would be the point of the racism post? The only reason I might do it is to point out his fanbase's hypocrisy. I haven't decided if I think that's morally sound or not.

I wouldn't do it to "call Louis out" because I just think I'd be a hypocrite. Surely I've done stuff in the past I'm not proud of. I just don't happen to have my life and every word on display like he does.

Like I said, I dislike Louis because I dislike his personality and his music. Not because of how problematic he is or isn't. I don't measure the art I like by the attitudes of those who made it. I think Elvis Presley was an absolute turd but I think his music was incredible. I think Steven Tyler is morally abhorrent but his voice is amazing.

Perhaps I wouldn't feel comfortable "stanning" people that I find that morally challenging? That's the only concession I'm willing to make in this regard.

You sound white.

I'm an Asian woman living in Eastern Europe. I promise you, I don't have the luxury to not "see a problem with being racist."

The fact that you're comfortable telling this to a stranger because of a pop culture conversation is what makes you sound white, aka privileged, in case you were wondering.

Harry is not an asshole, as far as I'm aware😊

Is this "racist stuff" in the room with us right now? He's not morally clean because nobody is. He's had his faux pas, such as wearing a headdress (which is cultural appropriation but I wouldn't call racist), being ignorant about Israel in the past, being ignorant about they/them pronouns at the beginning of his solo career, and I'm sure that as a privileged white man he has his racist biases, but he's done nothing racist that we know of.

There's two things that I can possibly think you could be referencing.

One, that accusation of him doing "digital blackface" when he replied "hahaha" to Pixie Geldoff posting a pic of his with stickers. That accusation was fantastic, one of the best examples of the fake internet pearl clutching.

For the uninitiated, in 2012 Harry went to a Christmas dinner with friends. One of them, Pixie Geldoff (Bob Geldoff's daughter) posted a pic of his from that dinner, edited with Snoop Dogg's app "Snoopify" which added stickers of stuff that Snoop Dogg would do/wear. As in, it would "Snoopify" you.

Harry quoted that tweet with "hahaha" (back in the day, quote tweets didn't exist, so this is how you quote tweeted)

Pixie deleted the tweet (it had four photos of four different people, all present at that Christmas dinner, Harry being one of them) but here's the photo:

People said that this photo was edited to make his skin darker in an attempt to do digital blackface, which is obviously absolutely ridiculous. That's just iPhone camera quality in 2012.

Here's another pic from that night. That's Pixie in front of him, btw.

So, Harry saying "hahaha" (not even editing or posting it himself!) to a picture of himself edited with the fucking Snoop Dogg app, when he was eighteen years old, somehow got twisted into him being racist. Go fucking figure.

The other racist accusation is that he "kicked BLM flags" and "refused to talk about BLM until his fans begged him" which is, well.

Not true, for one. It's just not true. He didn't kick anything. It's unclear if he even saw the one BLM flag fans threw on stage during his second London show in 2017 (October 30), as there was a project to bring BLM signs to that show and someone threw a flag, but Harry didn't interact with it and there's no indication that he even saw it.

He did see the signs they brought and acknowledged them positively:

They did the project again for his Manchester show, no flag this time.

He then posted them on his Instagram the day after the Manchester show. November 1st was the Manchester show, November 2nd he posted:

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Fans weren't happy because they felt like he had to say something concrete, which I guess is valid criticism, but there was absolutely not ignoring on his part.

After that, in his next show (which was in Stockholm, November 5), he gave this speech:

There were no BLM projects after Manchester and up until the next year when his tour went to America in arenas. At one of his first few shows (I can't remember which one now), he met a fan for Make A Wish who brought a letter telling him how important it'd be for his black fans for him to head on address the BLM movement. After that show, he did this:

This was at the same show, but the video was posted later (he's wearing the same outfit):

And after that he went on to wave the BLM flag at basically every show:

On the first interview he gave after this tour (on his next album cycle) he said:

On tour, he had an End Gun Violence sticker on his guitar; he added a Black Lives Matter sticker, as well as the flag. “It’s not about me trying to champion the cause, because I’m not the person to do that,” he says. “It’s just about not ignoring it, I guess. I was a little nervous to do that because the last thing I wanted was for it to feel like I was saying, ‘Look at me! I’m the good guy!’ I didn’t want anyone who was really involved in the movement to think, ‘What the fuck do you know?’ But then when I did it, I realized people got it. Everyone in that room is on the same page and everyone knows what I stand for. I’m not saying I understand how it feels. I’m just trying to say, ‘I see you.’”

Essentially explaining that he didn't want to be performative, but once he understood why his voice mattered, he used it.

Mind you, this was years before the BLM movement became mainstream with non-black celebrities, most of which wouldn't acknowledge the movement until it became trendy in 2020.

As someone who isn't black, I can't actually say that he's never been racist against black people. It's not my place. I was being hyperbolic before. But I do know that the only two racist accusations that were leveraged against him were these two.

I've been a fan of this man for over a decade and I've seen every possible thing said about him, so I'd most likely remember if there was another instance. I think the only other adjacent accusation was when he made a (scripted) joke at the Late Late Show saying that Trump was going to deport James Corden? But that's not...? Racist against who? LMAO. I remember The Hags trying to use that against him, but the joke is that... Trump... didn't like James because he criticized him a lot, so he would force him to go back to the UK. This is almost as bad as the "hahaha" one.

The whole thing is very unserious.

Now, when I say that Louis has had racist attitudes, I mean saying the n word, reacting with a "you're on camera" when his sister said the n word instead of, you know "don't say that word," going on a press tour where he said over and over how much he hated the music on the radio for being "too urban" which

This

The first time there was more than one black headliner

He even followed that up with

What does he mean by "that genre"? Black? In 2018 Beyoncé's latest album was Lemonade, which had like, fifty-seven different genres, so he's gonna have to clarify that one.

Anyway, I'm doing this to piss you off, FYI. Not to stone Louis to death. He's tone deaf, ignorant, and has racist biases because he's a privileged white boy. Most privileged white boys will have to unlearn shit in order to not be racist.

Yes, even Harry. His (public) faults might not be quite as bad, but he's had them, and this isn't a competition. We also don't know either of these men in private, so it's impossible to actually qualify them as people.

I do think Louis is an asshole, but for multiple reasons, not just these "faux pas" (or whatever you want to call them). And if you "hated him" you wouldn't care, and you certainly wouldn't be in my inbox crying in whataboutism.

I don't think Harry supports any "genocidal maniacs." He's friends with questionable people, as is... literally every person on the planet. You included. Some of them I would even call very questionable. But I would put very few people in the category of "genocidal maniac," and as far as I'm aware, Harry isn't friends with any of them.

You're using a ridiculously overblown way of referring to very questionable individuals to attack a celebrity you (quote) hate (unquote). This isn't a joke. This isn't internet cookie points, girl. This is children dying, starving, being orphaned, losing their homes, losing limbs. Get a reality check.

I don't judge anyone by association, FYI. Unless we're talking something like, sending letters to the judge to shorten the sentence of a convicted rapist, as what happened with Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher. We all have questionable friends. An eye for an eye and we all go blind. Anyway, I addressed these friends almost three months ago.

I hope getting that off your chest helped. You're obviously blocked. Next time, own up to your intentions and you won't be.

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22. something you like and dislike in reading for this character?

something that rly matters to me when it comes to bradley is, i guess for lack of a better word, his attitude. bradley has had, admittedly, his share of traumatizing experiences in life, and he was raised on eggshells and rose-petals, walking under the shadow of a grief too heavy for him to bear alone, watching the adults he knew and trusted be crushed slowly beneath it instead. he was a bright and happy child whose innocence was slowly stolen, piece by piece, building a sardonic and cynical adult. bradley was soft, and he still absolutely c an be, in the right setting and with the right people. but he's still a grown man, at least thirty-four-ish, who's been hardened by loss after loss after betrayal, who has gone through war and come home again. he can be sarcastic and self centered, closed-minded and demanding, vindictive and rageful. he's brash and quick to speak, fierce in spirit but measured, too; aware of the pitfalls behind life's every corner and terrified of stepping on another; this time, completely alone. he hesitates and he meets the consequences of his indecision, and he takes that blame out on others.

i guess i like to see bradley's roughest edges acknowledged. he has been hurt, and he will hurt other people. he's not exactly a white knight of most situations (except for when he is- sacrificing himself for phoenix in training comes to mind; it is all about nuance isn't it?). i think it's easy to paint those kinds of flaws out of the picture, and i can understand why we might want to- because after all, no one wants to think about their favorite character being the "bad guy" in a situation. but everyone is, sometimes.

i guess what i don't like is seeing bradley treated with kidd gloves. realistically, bradley was spoiled as a kid, and why wouldn't he have been? the hope of a family grieving the loss of its pillar (goose), and that's a lot of weight for a little kid to carry. they'd doted on him, and put all their efforts into giving him the happiest childhood they could muster in the face of that loss, and maybe they were quick to give in to demands- maybe they were quick to take the situations upsetting young bradley away from him instead of teaching him how to cope with them. i'm not sure if, for all of their love and devotion, the adults in bradley's life would have known how to teach him to cope with a situation healthfully, anyway.

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

bradley has goose's old cross necklace, and it's one of his most prized possessions.

when bradley was little, he was 100% a mama's boy. after all, for all that mav was there, which was always as much as he could be but no more than the tight grip of the navy on his collar would allow- it was just bradley and carole against the world, together, for most of it. he talked to his mom about everything, trusted her with everything, and he took her illness so incredibly hard. obviously- that's his mom, after all- but even more than he showed, at the time. he'd tried to be strong, for his mom and for mav and because he's not sure he remembers anymore, but he thinks it's what his dad would have wanted, too; for him to take care of mom. he tries, but doesn't end up remembering how to take care of himself at the same time.

the wedge that separates bradley from the world and everything good in it is the same one that splits carole off from her family and leaves them alone without her. as her illness worsens, bradley becomes more and more sullen and withdrawn and angry, with the world and the lot handed to him. he savors each moment he has left with her but grows to dread hospital visiting hours, too, because it gets harder and harder to remember her as she was with each hour he spends watching her waste away. the breaking point is when he's thirteen years old, and they know carole has a few months more, at best. bradley isn't supposed to know yet- but he isn't stupid. he can overhear parts of a hushed phone call, and see the worry lines around uncle mav's eyes when he tries to offer reassurances that bradley doesn't believe in anymore.

she calls him in for visiting hours alone, telling uncle ice to take uncle mav home and make him take a shower and go to bed. mav protests profusely, but a look of understanding passes between ice and carole over the heads of everyone else in the room, and everyone but bradley is subsequently herded out. bradley settles himself on the edge of her bed, feeling awkward with the presence of the dreaded ticking time between them. despite her gauntness and exhaustion, though, she offers him her brightest smile. i have something to give you, baby, she tells him, and then it's dangling from her fingers before he has time to realize it fully- a silver cross necklace. his dad's necklace.

i've was meanin' to give this to you, when you're all grown up, she says quietly, and bradley swallows hard, drawing in a shaky inhale. but i just couldn't wait any longer. your daddy would be so proud of you, honey. and bradley knows it means she loves him and that daddy does too, but he also knows it means that his mom is saying goodbye. when uncle mav sees him wearing it later that evening, his small hand tightened around the metal so firmly that it digs into his skin, his uncle's face blanches, but mav doesn't say a word about it. bradley doesn't either. when everything falls apart between them much later, bradley tries to assign meaning that isn't there, telling himself that maybe mav had wanted that necklace to keep selfishly to himself, or that maybe mav hadn't thought he'd deserved it. it's not until much, much later that he manages to reason out the much simpler truth of the moment; of the guilt and the exhaustion and the realization that his all-but-sister knew she didn't have much longer if she'd finally passed the necklace down.

during the long years of his twenties and early thirties, bradley clings to the necklace, convinced it holds the parts of his past that he's missing, the feeling of belonging he's craved and cannot seem to find. the weight of it against his breastbone, beneath his uniforms, is half-comfort and half-terror. he doesn't explain it to anyone, not even to phoenix. i didn't know you were spiritual, she tells him upon catching a glimpse of it in the gym. bradley is hasty to shove it back inside his shirt collar. i'm not, he growls back, and that's that. she doesn't ask again. he doesn't volunteer. just like the look mav had worn upon seeing the necklace, it isn't until much, much later that bradley figures out what he'd been missing, after the mission and after the reconciling and after everything- til he figures out that maybe the necklace means something to him because it had meant something to mom and to dad and to mav, and that maybe he doesn't have to drag the ghosts and spirit of all three of those people into the cockpit with him each time he goes up into the air. maybe knowing they had loved him all along is enough. he tells himself that this is what the cool metal against his skin reminds him of, now, and for the most part, he finds that he can learn to believe it.

21: something you like and dislike in writing for this character?

i think it's sort of rare to be in a fandom where you have this primary character and you know so much about the things that built that character. i mean, not the most rare- obviously there's a lot of stories and franchises out there that focus on lineage and talk about long-spanning over-arcing stories. but to get to know carole and to get to know goose and to get to know mav and the other flyboys too; depending on your opinion of the closeness of the group after the first movie (i guess we all know MY found-family-obsessed-ass's opinion on that lol <3) is a gift that builds a picture of bradley, and unpacking it and piecing it together is one of my favorite privileges in writing him! feeling like i know the people who shaped bradley means i feel like i know bradley so much more, too. there's so much focus, especially in tgm, on history and mirroring and repetition and the weight of years and the passage of time, and of course there needs to be, for a sequel made so long after the original- because it is all built on the power of nostalgia- but it also says something about the construction of a character like bradley, doesn't it?

that being said, i do spend a lot of time trying to strike the balance, because i think there can be too much mirroring and a little too much drawing from influence. the double edged sword is allowing bradley to be a separate and independent person who is shaped by and not defined by those things. i think it's very easy (or at least for my sentimental ass it is lol) to get a little TOO wrapped up in the ~nostalgia~ and the trying to weave a 30+ year narrative into one character's image, and i do have to remind myself to avoid letting that walk all over the actual characters i am actually presently writing.

@marchraindrops AHHHHHHHHHH again i am so so sorry this took so long but i thank u so so much for thinking of me and sending the lovely ask, i had a lot of fun answering ;) and i am always thrilled to type my silly little answers lol. i promise to always answer even if it takes like.... more than a hot minute lol <3 TY AND ILY!!!! <3<3<3

[objection-u-a-bitch]

One thing I learn about many people on tumblr is that if you're white and have been treated better by the patriarchy, you will always carry that attitude no matter what that somehow you can dictate other people's experiences and fear because of you have never experienced something bad in life in general or perhaps not worse.

I'm pretty sure you're trying to roast me here but the grammar is pretty bad so I can't even really tell.

Is this about me? If so, who said I'm white? You'd have to scroll down FAR on my blog and read all of my tags to find anything on the colour of my skin.

Who said I've been treated well or even better by the patriarchy? You don't know me, and I certainly don't sell my own misery online for pity points.

Who said I'm dictating other people's experiences? If you feel unsafe around all men, that's your problem to deal with. Frankly, I'm not a therapist. If you come into my inbox talking about how unsafe you feel around all men, the best I can do for you is tell you to go to therapy. I usually don't, because people only tell me this to harrass me into letting them be dicks, but that's besides the point. Fearing 50% of the population just isn't a nice way to live, and there are things you can do to ensure your safety at night/on dates/in clubs that don't require you to live in fear. Caution is not the same as fear.

And to be honest, I as a man shouldn't have to be the victim of your fear. Aside from the fact that the phenomenon known as white woman tears has genuinely cost black lives, especially those of black men, and therefore I don't really have faith that that "fear" is genuine a lot of the time, I don't think most people take a second to think WHY it is that they're scared of someone.

Because the truth of the matter is that black men are frequently portrayed as aggressive abusers who leave their children and commit a lot of crime. Trans men are portrayed as predators and liars who take advantage of their "female socialisation", if they're not outright seen as traitors who are trying to leave womanhood behind for the bliss of privileged manhood. Jewish men are portrayed as greedy and evil, and Arab/Islamic men are seen as extremist oppressors who force their women to veil. Asian men are portrayed as misogynistic, and historically also as predators to white women. Disabled men are portrayed as boundary-disrespecting creeps, and fat men as incels. The intersections of these identities face worse.

Are you afraid of these men because your fear is genuine, or are you afraid of these men because of the stereotypes that cause biases that you're unwilling to check? Are you keeping yourself safe in public in a manner that is reasonable, or are you actively discriminating against marginalised by perpetuating these stereotypes? Can you bring enough self-awareness to the table to acknowledge you might be doing the latter?

And if you have been scrolling through my tags, you will know that my original post is largely about how men are treated online. On the internet, you can't be put in immediate danger the same way you can in real life. You can't hide behind the excuse that you're treating men poorly because you're keeping yourself safe. So what does it say about you that you still feel the need to come into a (marginalised) man's inbox to complain about how he doesn't respect your real life fear enough when he's talking about how people on the internet should not be treating him poorly for being a man?

Nevermind that in real life I should also not have to hear that "all men are evil" and that someone wants to "kill all men". I deserve to live in comfort without being hated and treated poorly for who I am, just like everyone else. Despite the fact that I am and always will be a man.

[mermaidsirennikita]

This might be a difficult request, but do you have any recs for het romances (preferably HC) where the usual narrative of man = worldly and woman = naive is subverted? It doesn't necessarily mean that the woman has to be dominant or the man meek, im just looking for more interesting dynamics.

Thanks <3

Oh, for sure! Most of these are virgin hero books, but I tried to focus on the attitude of the heroes.

Check out:

Unclaimed by Courtney Milan. Historical, hero is a virgin who has a somewhat naive (though not judgmental) view of the world and wants to wait until he falls in love. Heroine is a sex worker who's been paid by one of his enemies to seduce and humiliate him.

Hotel of Secrets by Diana Biller. One of my favorite releases of this year thus far. Hero isn't super naive, but he is a virgin and does have a very black and white and principled view of the world, and is basically celibate because he doesn't want to deal with complex gray feelings. The heroine isn't a virgin and is the well-known illegitimate daughter of a baron; she runs a hotel and has to pick up slack for her flighty mother. The hero is a spy and very good at his job, but I'd call him emotionally naive whereas the heroine is emotionally worldly. This one is set in late nineteenth century Vienna.

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt. An all time favorite of mine, a Georgian historical with another virgin hero. The hero is a vigilante and he knows the world is Bad (his big thing is saving abused kids, and he runs a foundling home) but again I feel there's a level of emotional naïveté because he's sort of determined to keep those complications at arm's length. The heroine is a widow who's taken lovers and is very worldly and kind of cynical, if kind; she's also about six yeas older than him. He's poor and she's aristocratic, so he's also a bit out of place in her world. They fall in love, it's gorgeous, and I feel like he learns about a lot of emotional complexities and contradictions from her.

The Lord I Left by Scarlett Peckham. Not my favorite Peckham, but the hero is a virgin minister and the heroine is a dominatrix in training. A lot of what I'm talking about with his lack of worldliness is less the virginity and more him not knowing the truth of the world.

Mating the Huntress by Talia Hibbert. Paranormal romance novella. The hero is a virginal super lovey and sweet and naive werewolf, and the heroine is a werewolf hunter who's a lot more jaded. It's hot and lovely.

Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole. Conrad is a crazy vampire virgin whose life has mostly been madness and killing, no real social interactions for centuries. He meet Neomi, who's the ghost of this burlesque-dancer-turned-ballerina, very carnal and emotionally intelligent. Obviously a paranormal. One of my all time favorites, soooo very good.

The Rakess by Scarlett Peckham. Hero is a kindly single father who's not very familiar with society and its contradictions, heroine is a well-known man-eater who's writing her memoirs and ends up having a fling with him. I want to say it's Georgian?

[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The walls of the motel room are covered in maps, hand-written notes, and a missing poster showing Ava's face. Sam is on the phone.

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen," Dean and Y/N enter.

"What'd she have to say?" She asks.

"Oh, she's got nothing. Me, I've been checking every database I can think of- federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just...into thin air, you know?"

"Huh," Dean hands over one of the two cups of coffee he's carrying to Sam, Y/N holding her own.

"What about you two?" Y/N shakes her head.

"No, same as before. Sorry, man," Dean says.

"Ellen did have one thing."

"Hmm?"

"A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks."

"Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?" Y/N asks, sitting at the small table.

"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, Guys, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out," Sam says, as Dean takes his jacket off and sits opposite Y/N.

"You did?"

"Yeah. You seem surprised."

"Well yeah, it's just, you know. Not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?"

"What way is that?" Sam asks, mildly challenging.

"Yeah Dean, what way is that?" Y/N says sarcastically.

"I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and—" Sam gives him a look "yeah, I'll shut up now."

"Look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can," Y/N and Dean look at each other surprised. They then look to Sam.

"Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you," Sam ducks his head and laughs.

"All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it," Y/N says.

==

It's not raining, but the roads are wet and the air misty as Y/N parks the Impala in front of the inn. Y/N gets out of the driver's side, followed by Dean from the passenger side and then Sam from the back.

"Dude, this is sweet. We never got to work jobs like this," Dean says.

"Like what?"

"Old schools haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside," Dean closes his eye briefly "Mmm, Daphne. Love her."

"Trust you to love a cartoon," As they go up the stairs, Sam notices an urn on the side of the porch.

"Hey, wait a sec," Sam inspects it more closely "I'm not so sure haunted’s the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"You see this pattern here?" Sam taps a five-point symbol engraved in the urn "That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot."

"Five-spot," Y/N says.

"Yeah."

"That's used for hoodoo spell work, isn't it?"

"Right, yeah. You fill this thing with blood weed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies."

"Yeah, except I don't see any blood weed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, white meat for hoodoo?" Sam shrugs.

"Maybe." As they enter, looking around at the quite interior, a woman enters briskly.

"May I help you?" She asks.

"Hi, yeah, I'd like a room for a couple of nights," As Sam moves in, a little girl darts in front of his legs.

"Hey!" The woman turns to Sam "Sorry about that."

"No problems."

"Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests."

"Well. Sounds vaguely ominous," Y/N says.

"No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month," The woman appraises them "Well, let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?" Dean, Sam, and Y/N share a 'why not' look.

"How'd you know?" Dean asks.

"Oh, you just look the type," Dean looks vaguely uncomfortable.

"So, uh, king-sized bed?"

"What? No, uh, no, we're, we're...three singles. We're just siblings."

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry," Y/N gives her a smile.

"It's okay. It happens a lot."

"What'd you mean that we look the type?" Dean asks. The woman has trouble articulating an answer.

"You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?"

"Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever," handing Dean a key "Here you go, Mr. Mahagov."

"Thanks," The woman dings a bell.

"You'll be staying in room 237. Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen and lady to their rooms?" As she says this, Y/N turns to see an old, balding man in a black blazer shuffling up behind her.

"Let me guess. Antiques?" Sherwin drags Dean's clunking duffel bag behind him, up the stairs, as the siblings follow.

"I could give you a hand with that bag," Y/N says.

"I got it."

"Okay."

"So, the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam says.

"Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame."

"Oh yeah?"

"It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here; I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's your room," Sherwin slips the key to Y/N as he brushes past and Sam follows in. Dean turns to shut the door and Sherwin is standing there, hand extended expectantly "You're not gonna...cheap out of me, are you, boy?" Dean shrugs, looks annoyed as he pulls out his wallet. Later Sam is sitting, sifting through papers, Y/N is sitting next to him, and Dean is pacing. He chuckles as he approaches what appears to be an antique wedding dress displayed on a wall like a ghost.

"What the-"

"What?" Y/N asks.

"That's normal," Dean says, gesturing to the dress. Y/N shrugs "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long."

"All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty-three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel; and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill."

"Well, there's a connection, they're both tied up in shutting the place down," Y/N says.

"Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back."

"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?"

"No, doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling."

"So, what then, Sherwin?"

"I don't know."

"Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay or one of us is with each other or all three of us."

"Now that's a question I want to know," Y/N says.

"Well, you are kinda butch. Probably think you're overcompensating," Dean mocks a laugh.

"Right."

"That still doesn't answer why people think I'm seeing one of you or both of you," Y/N says, and Sam shakes his head.

"That I still don't know."

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N poke around the hallways, Y/N sees another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed.

"Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." They approach a door marked 'Private,' and Dean knocks. Susan opens the door.

"Hi there."

"Hi. Everything okay with your room?" Dean, Sam, and Y/N talk over each other.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah. Very comfortable."

"Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing."

"Hey!" Dean looks past her "Are those antique dolls? Because this one," Dean looks to Sam "this one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Don'tcha? Huh?" Sam shoots Dean a look.

"Big time."

"Big time. You think he could come- or we would come in and take a look?"

"I don't know..."

"Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's, he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make his day. I mean when I was younger, he loved playing with my dolls. You- she would, huh? Huh?" Y/N says, trying to keep her laughter in. Sam looks slightly sick.

"It's true."

"Okay. Come on in."

"All right. All right!" Dean slaps Sam on the back, and he and Y/N share a shoulder nudge as they laugh quietly and they follow Sam in as he shoots them a death glare.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all," Y/N says.

"Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value."

"What is this? The hotel?" Sam asks, and Y/N walks over.

"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." Y/N leans down and picks up a broken doll. She frowns.

"His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"

"Tyler, probably." A little girl runs in, presumably Tyler.

"Mommy! Maggie's being mean."

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?"

"Hey, Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Y/N asks.

"I didn't break it. I found it like that."

"Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it," Sam says.

"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em."

"Tyler, she wouldn't get mad."

"Grandma?" Dean asks.

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys."

"Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?"

"Up in her room."

"You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll collection," Sam says.

"No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors," Susan says suddenly. Sam, Dean, and Y/N exit the room, talking in hushed voices.

"Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Y/N asks.

"Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and..."

"Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, Me and Y/N will see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before."

"Right."

"Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean," Sam rolls his eyes and turns back to the room as Dean and Y/N leave.

==

Sam stares through a lace-curtained window as droopy music plays. He watched the coroner cart away a body; Dean and Y/N are outside, and meets Susan as she comes back towards the inn.

"What happened?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just...hanging there."

"That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asks.

"He worked for the company that bought the place."

"Hmm."

"I don't understand."

"What?"

"Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out, I'll give you a full refund."

"No thanks. We don't scare that easy," Y/N says. Sam is sitting alone in the dark, framed by the half-open door with the key askew in the lock. Dean and Y/N enter and shut the door behind them, all business-mode.

"There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room."

"Yeah. I saw," Sam says darkly.

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?"

"You're the boss," Dean looks at Y/N surprised then to Sam.

"What?" Dean asks.

"You're bossy. And short," Sam laughs sloppily.

"Are you drunk?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah," Sam laughs "So? Stupid." Y/N and Dean look around and see several empty bottles.

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case," Sam is staring at nothing, tearfully.

"That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him."

"What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything," Y/N says. Sam shifts his gaze to her.

"That's an excuse, Y/N. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too," The twins approach Sam.

"Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that," Sam slams the table.

"No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!"

"Change what?" Sam leans forwards, hand to chest.

"My destiny, Guys!"

"All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch," Y/N says and she leans over and hauls Sam up by the shoulders, with the help of Dean. "Come on."

"I need you two to watch out for me."

"Yeah. We always do."

"No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever...turn into something that I'm not..." There is a short pause. "you have to kill me."

"Sam," Dean says, dismissive. Sam shoves Dean to face him.

"Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to."

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass," Y/N says. Sam frowns in confusion.

"He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids."

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!"

"Yeah, well, we're not dying, okay? And neither of you. Come on. Sam," Y/N says and pushes Sam onto the bed, but Sam stays seated, reaching up and clutching Y/N's jacket. Her right-hand curls in the fabric of Sam's shoulder. Dean comes to help but Y/N shakes her head.

"No, please! Y/N, Dean, you two are the only ones who can do it. Promise."

"Don't ask that of us," Dean says.

"Y/N, please. You have to promise me." There is a short pause.

"I promise," Y/N says.

"Thanks," Sam reaches up and grabs Y/N's face with both hands "Thank you. You are..."

"All right. Come on," She bats Sam's hands away and shoves him back on the bed. Sam falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Y/N strokes Sam's hair then goes over to sit on a chair. Dean rubs a hand over his face and looks to Y/N.

"Go and get a drink, I'll watch over him," Y/N says.

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 51: The White Shadow

Several shadowy people in the facility say that the race was a success. They got dem sum good Anima. Here, it's revealed that Fly is also the king's nephew. The figures speculate that if Anima are accepted into society and more importantly, obviously, the military, Lord Greena Aight (Still Fly) would gain more power. Oh sure, Fly has given no indication that he even cares about politics but that "I don't care" attitude of his makes him even more suspicious! Lord Yuriel, the heir to the throne, is still too young to rule so Fly is the obvious candidate. These random old men can't let him rule...

Fly, yawning, is approached by Commander Iggy about the rumors going around the castle. Fly brushes them off, saying he knows that they're saying he's using the Anima to take over Astaria. He thinks it's funny. Iggy angrily says that his carefree attitude makes people suspect him even more (true) but Fly isn't worried. Iggy thinks that Lord Nuoref (probably one of the old men) could have him assassinated though...eh, whatever. Fly is a bit perturbed though. You see, those old men are trying to disrupt his fun. That simply won't do...but first, lunch!

Cooro and the boys are swimming in the lake while Nana watches. She talks to Lyra, wondering how Cooro knows Fly. When she asked him, he said, "I know him...but don't worry about it!". So naturally, Nana is more worried. However, Lyra says she doesn't know either. Cooro was taken to the research facility before she was and, by the time she got there, he was already gone. So she doesn't know their relationship. However, Fly loves Anima research and Cooro is an unique Anima, so Fly probably didn't leave him alone. Nana is a bit worried by that, knowing that Fly did the Anima implants. She points out that none of the group are Anima because they want to be. Lyra simply asks her if she doesn't want to be an Anima, why doesn't she just have the research facility take her Anima from her? Obviously, Nana didn't know that was an option. Lyra explains that they take your Anima and implant it in someone else, creating artificial Anima. Then Lyra tosses more shade, saying that Cooro's backstory is awfully suspicious. He might be lying about being an Anima.

She then hears a carriage coming and runs off, saying goodbye to Nana. Cooro...telling lies? Impossible. At least Nana thinks so. She calls for (shouts for) Husky to come to her, leading him out to a clearing to share her theory that Cooro is a man-made Anima. She knows she's onto something because doesn't immediately yell at her/say he hates women. He himself has had his suspicions about Cooro from the start too, from his acceptance of his Anima to the fact that he was born with it. We know by now that Anima are triggered by trauma so it should be impossible to be born with it, right? The obvious solution? Go to Kilter to investigate...with Cooro. Cooro agrees, saying they'll stay the night at the church...all according to plan. The church may have information on his past that will solve the mystery.

A fisherwoman leads a bunch of kids while heading out for fish while singing a song while wearing hats. Nana spots them and says the song sounds like something Cooro would sing. The woman stops, sees Cooro and excitedly runs over to greet him, saying he's gotten taller. Cooro identifies her as Raine, saying she was the oldest kid at the church. Raine says the Mother Superior will be happy to see him and leads them all back to the church.

The Mother Superior is happy to see him and sees his friends. She explains that Raine came back to work at the church after finishing vocational school. She also heard that Cooro was a fine worker at the Research Facility. Aha! A clue! Anyway, at night, in bed, Nana is still awake. She wants to ask Cooro but the words just won't come out. I mean, he was being evasive earlier when she asked about Fly so I don't blame her. Then everyone sees a bird spirit float above Cooro's bed, thinking it's a ghost. Nana hits it with the ultrasound attack but, being a transparent energy being, it somehow doesn't work. She tries to get Husky to help her follow it but he was knocked out by the scream. She's on her own. She runs after it and it disappears into the floor. Raine comes over to investigate the noise and Nana tells her she saw a ghost. Raine brushes her off, saying this place is protected by God so she crazy, then shoos her off to bed. When she gets back, Cooro is already asleep. End of chapter.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶Ukai YN: Karasuno's Support Squad 🪶

Featuring Sugawara Koshi and Asahi Azumane

Sugawara Koshi and Asahi Azumane x Ukai YN

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

The great Ukai YN 🙌🏻

Honestly what a last name to have 😻

I love that for you!

Seriously tho, being blessed with the last name Ukai and being good at volleyball is your legacy

And thankfully your uncle just so happens to coach the a team of crows 🤩

You get roped into helping but honestly you don't mind

Seriously we love a selfless person ❤️

The first day you show up, you know it's going to be work

But thankfully our amazing YN there to lend the boys a hand

I mean, they need more than a hand YN

Like a whole ass miracle 👀

But anyways, we will try 👏🏻 our 👏🏻 best 👏🏻

From day one, the third years take an instant liking to you

You are essentially another Daichi

Stubborn, loud but supportive

So it's only natural that Suga and Asahi are drawn to you!

Please they love Daichi's feisty attitude 🥰

Suga is the type of person to be forward when he likes someone

So he's going to ask you to help him with his sets, his receives

Basically anything, Suga is not afraid to ask 👏🏻

Asahi on the other hand 👀 well he's nervous around you

Poor bby doesn't know how to act when he likes someone

He's the type to just stand there are stare at you when you talk to him

"Hey Asahi, we need to work on your jump serves?"- YN

Asahi 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 👁👄👁

"Hello, earth to Asahi"- YN, frantically waving your arms at this point

Asahi 👉🏻🧍‍♂️ 👁👄👁 got it 👍🏻 🚶‍♂️

He needs to build up the courage YN, give him that

Anyways, the more time you spend with them, the more they like you 🥰

After a few weeks, you are so in tune with Suga and Asahi that you don't even need to communicate

"YN could you-"Suga asking you to receive

"Already on it"- You headed to the other side of the net

Now Uncle Ukai totally knows what's going on here

He was once a teenage boy and pls, he's not stupid 🤚🏻

He might not be able to help Hinata with his English but he can certainly tell that Suga and Asahi have a crush on you

He actually pulls them aside one afternoon to tell them just that

"Listen suga, man bun- I know you like Yn. And before you say anything, I'm fine with it. But just remember, if you hurt them, you'll be permanently warming the bench. Got it?"- Coach Ukai

Suga 👉🏻👍🏻

Asahi 👉🏻😟👍🏻

I mean you can't really ask for two better guys

And most certainly YN could be doing worse

Enter 🎆TORU OIKAWA🎆

Like my transition there 😏

Now Suga and Asahi are not huge fans of Seijoh

Suga doesn't hate Oikawa like Kags does but he's certainly not a fan

And Asahi has like an unspoken beef with Iwaizumi

Please Ace vs Ace? It's definitely a thing

So when interhighs come along, you decide you want to go cheer on your boys

You arrive at the gym and meet up with Yachi and Kiyoko downstairs

"You can come sit with me upstairs YN"- Yachi

"Sounds great! I'm just going to use the bathroom and I'll be right up!"- you, not knowing what's about to happen

Seriously tho, is there any more awkward of an encounter than running into someone after you leave the bathroom?

There isn't

So you exit the bathroom and run smack into two white and green chests

"Oh im sorry"- you, being freaking amazing

"Hey no worries! Say, you look familiar"- the tall, chocolate haired one says

"Umm yeah, my uncle is Coach Ukai from Karasuno"- you, trying to be polite

"Oh so your here tk watch Karasuno"- the dark haired, obviously more attractive one says

"Umm yeah- I was just headed there"- You

"Well we just so happened to be headed in that direction. How about we escorted you?"

"We are?"- the dark haired hottest says

"Ummm sure- I'm YN by the way"- you

"I'm Oikawa and this is Iwa-chan"

"Iwaizumi dumbass"- Iwaizumi says, smacking Oikaea in the back of the head

"Ouch Iwa-chan! Not in front of YN-chan!"- Oikawa, now sulking

Ok then 😐

As soon as you start walking, it's like Karasunos radar goes off

Ukai is running 👇🏻

Too bad Suga and Asahi are faster 🙃

"Yn are you ok?"- Suga, snatching you from between Oiks and Iwa

"I'm fine" 😐

"They didn't hurt you did they YN"- Asahi, glaring 😑

That's right, HES GLARING

"I'm ok guys geez"- YN

Coach Ukai has stopped and is now watching the interaction

He doesn't want to interfere so he's letting his boys handle it 💅🏼

And handle it they do!

"Fome on YN, we'll walk you to the bleachers"- Suga, grabbing your hand

Pls Asahi is still glaring 😫

"We got it from here"- Asahi, yes still glaring

"Alright then- good luck today. You're going to need it"- Oikawa, the smug bastard

"Trust me, they won't need it"- You, grabbing Suga and Asahi's hand side walking away 🚶

"Wow YN, you are really that confident in us huh?"- Asahi

"Nah, I just know how hard you all worked and I believe in you"- You

Say less YN🤚🏻😫

These boys have it in the bag!

Please Suga and Asahi die a little inside

[stormcrow513]

So first off sorry that this came off as calling you hypocritical I definitely didn't mean it as an attack at you at all,

I rebloged from you cause you were there basically, I should have communicated better that I meant it towards the Tumblr community at large, so one last time I apologize for not communicating that properly,

Like I said at the end of it I probably should have worked on making sure I had my thoughts clearer as you bring up some things id consider but wasn't sure how to get out, I mostly rebloged it as was without going over further cause I needed to get it off my head

So bare with me I am having a really bad brain day at the moment and I might not be coming off well

I think we are both in complete alignment that no one should receive hate over fanfiction.

As for the 'disney adult/harry potter adult' thing

Now I completely agree that some people are extremely fucking annoying and inconsiderate about it my ma worked with this woman that put Disney songs on all day long driving everyone nuts and would flip out if people asked her to turn it off cause 'everyone loves Disney'

Like that shits not ok to do to people,

So mocking that entitled attitude that some rock, like the people that had to have the HP game and didn't care that trans people were being hurt

All that is fucked and needs to be called out.

But what I'm getting at is what people find good or bad writing is entirely subjective,

Like one personal example I loved the hell out of King Arthur Legend of the Sword which kinda flopped into none existence compare to The Green Knight I thought I'd love it given my lifetime love of all things Camelot, but I would never watch it again, I just did not like it, but it was very popular.

It's just I don't know how to articulate this

What holds up as an adult with an adult brain depends on your brain, and while there's nothing wrong with not getting someone else's obsession with this or that thing,

I don't understand thinking this thing you like is superior to this thing someone else likes that you don't like

Not saying that's what you're doing,

Just that it's something I see commonly

And while I do have a fairly curated dashboard i try to look outside it to get a wider veiw on things,

Now JK is without a doubt doing harm on an extremely large scale I do not dispute that at all,

And I didn't mean to come across that misogyny is the only issue here just that I think it factors into it,

There is definitely a huge difference in scale.

Gaiman isn't creating and funding rape friendly bills (that I know of)

The way jk is funding bills against trans people

And I am a cis woman looking down the barrel of losing the right to an abortion so I feel the fear of legislation going through that will stripe your right to your body away I literally have had nightmares about being forced to keep a pregnancy,

I in no way am trying to minimize the amount of suffering Jk is causing,

So the amount of people they are hurting IS different

But harm is harm those women he hurt are hurt forever nothing will ever undo it

(And side bar we will never know how many people he's done this to, if I was a victim of his id shut up because I wouldn't want to be harassed and dragged through the Internet for ever,)

And I would personally want his balls ripped off if it was one woman

Again harm is harm irregardless of scale.

There's this thing I read once that comes my view up well 'it doesn't matter if you're drowning in 5 feet of water or 50 drowned is drowned'

From my point of view where I am sitting I am a rape survivor in trying to deal with that trauma I have looked for and listened to so many stories of rape,

and over and over again I see a common theme

rapists get away with it

Rape is treated as a lesser crime

Especially when it's a popular white man that's done it

It just doesn't stop

I'm sorry I wanted to reply back to you immediately because I never meant to make you feel attacked but I need to stop here cause I'm starting to get upset and I don't think I be able to articulate the rest of what I wanted to say, I think I got the most important parts out

And I understand if you blocked me no hard feelings on my end

Edit:

Ok

What I'm really trying and failing to articulate is simply

We are always going to react to feel more viscerally the things that effect us personally

And it's easier to condemn a person we already dislike vs someone who we do

We all have bias and those bias are different then everyone elses

And I think the best way to be kinder to each other when we are speaking about these sort of things is to know what yours are and to remember that you don't know what other peoples bias are

That's all I was trying to say that I'm sad and scared and I wish we could all be kinder going forward and ironically managed to say it in a way that hurt @redshiftsinger

Neil Gaiman is still following the PR playbook

I'm so sick of how Neil Gaiman is continuing to manipulate the conversation while displaying ZERO accountability or remorse.

Do you think him leaking that he's apparently offering to step back from Good Omens Season 3 is a sign that he realizes he fucked up and is trying to make it right? Absolutely not.

What he's doing is making the first moves to launder his reputation so that he can keep making money off of his IP and, eventually, return to the spotlight. All of the overjoyed reactions here and elsewhere are part of that plan.

One part of that Deadline article really stuck out to me.

[Highlighted Text: Deadline understands Gaiman’s offer is not an admission of wrongdoing...

Gaiman’s position is that he denies the allegations and is said to be disturbed by them.]

This is what makes me think that it is actively irresponsible to publicly celebrate or advocate for the continuation of any media project that involves or enriches Gaiman. The fact that Amazon has even announced that Good Omens is on hold shows the credibility of the accusations. And yet Gaiman leaking this information suddenly puts them on the backfoot. "Just take the deal!" cries the fandom. Neil is no longer the bad guy, it's Amazon who are now denying you your comfort show. It's blatant manipulation and it sickens me that it might actually work.

Boosting Good Omens or Sandman or Coraline at this time is not a victimless crime. True, no one person is going to be the difference between Gaiman facing consequences or not. But it's public opinion that will truly determine whether his legacy will be impacted. That's why he's spent a considerable amount of money on the same PR firm as Russell Brand, Prince Andrew, Danny Masterson, and Marilyn Manson. Their specialty is helping rapists get their lives back.

So please think of the long-term implications of breathing a sigh of relief and going back to posting about Good Omens, or signing a petition that gives Gaiman a way out of finally facing the consequences of his own actions.

Yes, none of these shows were 100% made by Gaiman. It sucks that this is going to affect people other than him. But maybe he shouldn't have chosen to sexually abuse at least 5 women and very likely more. In a just world, you fuck around and find out.