#here's a little rant that no one asked for

[revelboo]

sometimes i think this is how some of the bots think about humans

lowkey don't know how to feel about that myself, i actually put myself in some of the human's shoes and wow it's no easy task to deal with their situation and having to keep themselves calm

That’s probably how a lot of them unconsciously view humans because of the size difference.

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 4

Scavengers x Reader

• By virtue of Swindle’s reputation as a crook, Misfire voted Crankcase to use the language file and everyone else agreed. Most likely the con wouldn’t intentionally off a customer he can scam again, but still. Now Crankcase leans over where the human is sitting on a crate, little legs dangling and heels thumping against the side, and he spouts gibberish at you. Your head comes up, eyes widening as you say something back and get to your feet. “Do you understand it?” Krok demands, right as your little shoulders slump, hands gesturing.

• When the one with the chunk out of his head starts talking and you recognize human language, you lunge to your feet. Asking if he knew your language, because while the sounds are familiar, it’s still nonsense to you. And he’s just staring back at you in incomprehension. It’s the wrong language and you’re not sure whether to laugh or cry. Or scream. You’re still stuck at square one playing charades with giant, alien robots.

• “Still gibberish,” Crankcase growls, leaning back as the human goes on a rant, little hands flapping about and gesturing before you flop back down in frustration. Reaching out he nudges your shoulder with a servo and you immediately swat him. Those eyes glowering when he uses that same servo to tip your chin up. Because he gets it, to be so small and trapped somewhere? Unable to communicate? You must be terrified even if you hide it well. And that’s something he understands. What happened to him left more scars than just the chunk missing from his head. Sometimes the other Scavengers come up on his bad side and he almost swears it’s Thunderwing looming up behind him, that old nightmare digging it’s claws in.

• “Of course it is,” Krok sighs, slumping back on the bench in the cargo hold. Doesn’t even realize when he starts clicking the device in his hand because it’s become a nervous habit by this point. Whenever something goes sideways, he plays with it and now you look up at the noise and meet his optics. As he watches, you hold up your fist, thumb moving to mime him until he stops. “Signal that crook.”

• “I told you,” Misfire growls, wings flaring as he watches you stop copying Krok and look up at him. Unable to understand, but trying. Those intelligent eyes alert. As he watches, Spinister finds that stuffed animal as big as you are and pushes it firmly at you, knocking you flat on your back as you wrap your arms around it in self defense just to get him to stop. “I mean, his name is Swindle,” he mutters as he stalks off.

• Arm looped around the stuffed bear, you crane your neck to watch the one with wings stalk off. They’re obviously all unhappy and it hurts to get your hopes up only to have them crushed again. If you can’t communicate, you can’t ask to go home. You’ve tried mimicking some of the sounds they make, but they always just look at you funny. Expressions giving away that they can’t even tell you’re trying so hard. That your attempts are just nonsense to them. Anxiety lifting through you, you’re aware of the biggest one, the one that had found you and ran you down, still staring at you. He’d scared you nearly to death then, but if he hadn’t spotted you that day? You’d have probably starved on that barren world, scared and alone. He saved you whether or not he realizes it.

• “Think they really were a pet taken after the war?” Fulcrum asks as you chatter at Spinister, trying to get back up only for him to keep pushing you back over with a servo. He’d stop him, but you’re laughing instead of angry. “Why abandon them out here?” Because you haven’t been that much trouble except for the handful of times they’d accidentally poisoned you trying to keep you alive. Swindle’s food at least had been legitimate, though whatever those black and white discs are, you’d tried to devour the entire package as soon as they weren’t paying attention to you. And he’s almost positive you had been swearing at him when he had to take the package away to ration them out slowly. Like now as you manage to get away from Spinister and move as close to him as you can get, big eyes imploring as you hold out a hand. Aware of the others watching as he produces the little package and holds it out, holding up a servo of the other hand in warning. And huffing at him, you take only one instead of trying to snatch them all, reaching out as soon as you pop it in your mouth to pat his servo and mumble nonsense at him.

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[hannieehaee]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSYgDcHDA/

Hellooo,I was wondering what do you think SVTs response would be to this question from their S/O😅

Like who in your opinion would say that boobs are perfectly fine and who would dare to ask why they are small😂

reacting to why your boobs are small(?)

content: boobs, established relationship, teasing, banter, etc.

wc: 554

a/n: i had no idea how to title this reaction lol but here's the tiktok in case anyone wants context (but im pretty sure its deleted now 😭)

masterlist

seungcheol -

confused and lowkey annoyed bc one side of him just doesnt get what you're saying and the other doesn't understand how your size could possibly be used as some sort of critique when he's spent countless nights enjoying them. also maybe a little bothered by the implication that someone may have asked about your boobs.

jeonghan -

you can never catch him off guard. he'd start by shrugging just to get a reaction out of you and proceed to compliment them bc being real .. he's a huge fan of your boobs.

joshua -

immediately clocks it as a tiktok thing and pretends he doesnt know what you mean just to bug you. will say something like 'yeah, they're pretty small, did you never notice before?' only to get smacked at by you. will laugh and apologize, telling you that ofc he doesn't care about the size! he's a man, he just likes your boobs!!

jun -

as the biggest connoisseur of your boobs, he's very well aware of their size and shape. any question as to their size would be met with a curious tilt of his head and maybe even a side eye.

soonyoung -

incredibly confused. would need a step to step explanation as to what you mean like what do you mean?? theyre perfectly sized. would even inadvertently lift up his hands and make a cupping motion to show you how perfectly sized they are only to be stopped by u bc ur in public!!

wonwoo -

a little afraid he might give you the wrong answer so he stays quiet as he thinks about it. ends up deciding on a 'theyre pretty,' to express his opinion on the matter.

jihoon -

also super confused. thinks this is some sort of bf test so he kinda doesnt wanna entertain it bc thats kind of silly ... but he also really likes ur boobs and missed no chance to compliment them (even though he gets red as fuck when he does).

seokmin -

pouts and almost whines at you bc what do you mean??? small??? theyre perfectly sized for him!! he'd react like this to any sort of criticism you had of yourself but your boobs were just a personal subject for him like who and why and when and what do you mean??

mingyu -

he'd literally show you with his own two hands how theyre the perfect handful and roll his eyes at any implication they're not perfectly sized. he takes this kind of stuff very seriously!!

minghao -

rolls his eyes lightheartedly bc he thinks you're being silly. but still, he entertains you and even goes on a long rant about your body being perfect bc its yours.

seungkwan -

huffs, knowing its some sort of trick question, whining at you to stop trying to catch him off guard for tiktok. it'll just turn into a whining competition between the two of you lol.

vernon -

doesn't really understand the question but just assumes its a girl thing and responds accordingly. tells you he has no complaints and is actually quite a big fan of them as they are.

chan -

very confused. literally disregards the question because he just doesnt understand. wont catch on to the joke, but his eyes will keep trailing between you and your boobs bc what do you mean why are they small? they're small? why?

[azaharinflames]

I still don´t get what they thought they would achieve with Brad but it seems to never have crossed their minds that people would actually NOT care for the character. It is wild how much screentime he got, in a mid-season finale no less, and this public ass kissing of cast and the official account after he left is so weird. Nobody piled hate on the character or the actor they just were not interested, so why the need for this outpouring of support all of the sudden?

When the next character making eyes at either Buck or Eddie comes around and this lot decides to stay silent again we will all have our answer without a shadow of a doubt. That they hang the LI out to dry because they are scared shitless of Buddie backlash, but will jump into action for the next bit part player who just wasn´t as popular as they thought he would be.

I really started to dislike them, not gonna lie. I like Tommy, I like bucktommy but I will cheer on who ever comes next for Buck or Eddie just out of spite now. Because whoever plays them will be treated like shit by the fandom and will get no help from the mean girls clique that is the 911 production

Hi, Nonnie! Thanks for the ask. I see what you're saying, and overall I have to agree.

Here is my take. I try to play devil's advocate and give grace as much as possible. But earlier today I went on Twitter, and I saw a hate tweet (disclaimer: I've blocked hundreds of BD accounts by now, and I have blocked many, many words to not find a new one, but a BT account I follow had quoted it, so I saw it). In it, they were essentially laughing and having a party at the goodbye comments Callum had received, because that 'confirms' for them that the cast hates Lou. That they knew before, but now it's confirmed.

And the thing is... I've said it before, Lou is not a defenseless little boy. He's a grown man that, in my opinion, has a great head on his shoulders and knows very well what he's doing. And he's a busy man. So I honestly don't think he gives two craps about some losers on Twitter claiming his co-workers hate him - he knows better (he knows what happened), and he's the one with a career in acting and loving fans, so. Does he deserve the harassment? Hell, no. But I don't think he cares if some loser claims the cast hates him.

However. This behavior is only enabling hate. Not addressing the hate the LIs go through and the harassment the actors receive isn't just 'ignoring the hate so it goes away'. Ignoring that behavior and then showing support for other guest stars tells the deranged fans that they are good to go. That their bullying and hate is allowed, justified.

Is that the truth? Well, no. But it is what has happened. Because all the people being this hateful and sending harassment or death threats fully believe the show has their backs because nothing has told them otherwise.

Is it the intention of the show? No.

Is it still what they're accomplishing by their lack of response? Yes.

I don't overall dislike the cast as people because I don't know them. But the representation of themselves they're giving right now,? Not exactly a fan of that.

Also, as for Brad... I just have to laugh. They fully thought the Facebook moms would fall deep in love with him, and didn't take into account their hearts were already taken by Tommy, and that they'd be heartbroken enough for Tommy to not care for a character that doesn't have nearly the same charisma or depth.

Anyway. Thanks for letting me rant, lmao.

My inbox is always open for venting, ranting, and to discuss any topics <3

Take care!

[honeyxbunny99]

Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt. 9

Charlie stepped between you and the gate and held up his hands. “Don’t you think if there’s a chance he could help—“

“I don’t want to be near him, I don’t want to see his face again! If you were older you could understand—“

“Fuck, would you stop treating me like an infant! I understand plenty!” His yelling caused your response to stutter and halt. “I understand that the man you thought you loved betrayed you. That he chose to hurt you over Joffrey and believe me I understand hatred!.. I understand that you’re being a selfish idiot by putting your pride first instead of your safety! There are people who care about you, (Y/n); me, Anna, your family, and yes even the hound! If you stay here you’ll die!”

His eyes were watery as you absorbed the weight of his words. “Then let me out.” You whispered, ashamed to ask. You wanted to cry with him but took your chance and held out your hand. Charlie’s eyes went between yours and Anna’s behind you. Charlie sniffled and slowly grabbed the large iron ring of keys from his waist. The keys were almost in your hand when the main iron gate slammed open and the three of you jumped in surprise.

“Fuckin’ knew it, ya little shit!” The man’s voice matched the anger in his face and he marched toward Charlie with his hand raised.

Charlie stammered and flinched before the man even arrived and the stranger quickly delivered a back handed blow to the boy. Charlie was flung back by the power of it against the gate and the man snatched the keys out of his hand. You gasped and grabbed the man by the shoulders and tried to pull him away from Charlie, but he reacted quicker than you could in your weakened state and when he turned around, his knuckles met your eye. You fell down hard and gripped your eye, watching your vision pool with blood.

“You were gonna let her out, weren’t ya?! You weak fuckin’ brat!” He scolded and pushed Charlie out of the way so he could unlock your cage.

“No, no I wasn’t—“

The man you guessed was the kennel-master grabbed an iron bar from the pouch of his bloodstained leather apron. “You want to try that again, boy?!”

“I’m sorry!” “Leave him alone!” You demanded, reaching again to try to stop the man as you watched Anna dart for the door. The man turned and kicked you down, his heel directly in your ribs. When the back of your head hit the stone floor you decided not to fight anymore. You heard one final blow land to Charlie’s arm and he cried out, dropping to his knees. The Kennel-master continued on opening the gate and ranting before he fisted his hand in your hair and dragged you into the cage.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Charlie repeated weakly as the kennel master separated the dogs into their own cells. You realized when you had the nerve to bring your eyes to the boy that he was actually apologizing to you. He sat slumped against the other side of your cage and reached a hand behind him through the bars. You dragged your knuckles across the stone to meet him there and matched his weak grip.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

The Kennel-master finished and hollered at Charlie, raising his weapon again and Charlie scrambled to his feet and out of sight without another word. You heard the final gate lock and brought a hand to the back of your head, relieved to find no blood. You were left with Dhalia, who came when you called her and began to lick your hand. She’ll be hungry soon. We all will be. Still, tonight she looked up at you with her familiar sad eyes and you pet the top of her head when she curled up beside you.

Charlie was right. You were being selfish, proud, and weak. In spite of all your talk, you did not want to die in here. Littlefinger. You pulled at your hair in frustration and groaned.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Sandor’s voice at the entrance made you gasp and sent your heartbeat to an alarming pace. “(Y/n) are you in there, what the fuck is going on?!” His tone was angry and you flinched and trembled. You heard the gate rattle and the dogs began to growl and bark. “Damn it, Anna, get me someone who can open this fucking gate!” In spite of your fear you called out to her. “A-Anna?” You heard two taps on the gate and her exasperated sigh of relief. You heard Sandor’s gruff voice mutter something to her but you couldn’t make it out. Your mind was doing backflips trying to figure out why he was here and why he was so angry. Eventually the dog’s barking quieted and you tried to calm yourself as well. Suddenly Anna’s little paper book was tossed through the high window of your cell and you hesitated to take it. Dhalia sniffed at the open pages and looked up at you curiously. When you finally got the nerve to stand you winced audibly at the pain in your ribs and dizziness in your head. You walked over to grab the book and saw that it was folded open on the page with the heart once again. You felt anger and sadness rise up in your chest together as you stared at it. You readied yourself to throw it back. “I don’t want it—“ you stopped cold as you looked at the window and saw Sandor looking back at you past the bars. From the momentary silence, you’d assumed he’d gone, and you were horrified to find him so close. He wore the same frown as the day you met him.

How could she bring him here? It took everything in you in that moment not to tear the book to shreds, but you couldn’t break eye contact with the beast staring you down. His eyes scanned over you and you realized then how atrocious you must have looked. Swollen, bloody, unkempt, and dressed in rags. His stare felt punishing and you hated him more for it. Go on, look. Look what you’ve done to me. Boldly you took a deep breath and walked to the window, daring to toss the book through it right beside his face. He looked down at you, face illuminated only by the rising moon. He was so tall that he didn’t have to reach for a view of you, and you wondered for a second if what you’d heard was true. If the hound lurked around the kennels at night, watched over you as you slept.

“Anna dragged me here.” He finally spoke lowly.

“Sorry to inconvenience you-“ “Oh for fucks sake!” He cried out and latched his hands onto the bars and you instinctively took a step back. “I just wanted to check if you were hurt.”

You narrowed your gaze and flared your nostrils in anger. “If?… if I was hurt?” You smirked at the ridiculousness. “I’m lovely. Now leave.”

The hound stepped out of view but you held your breath in anticipation. Outside of the kennel, Anna held her hands up to stop him and he growled out, “Would you fuck off already?! Bloody useless…”

Anna opened her mouth in offense but saw how hurt and confused he was by this interaction. She boldly motioned for him to continue speaking to you and then retreated back on her way to the Red Keep. In the quiet of the evening, you could hear his strong breathing and his feet shuffle in the dirt right outside.

“Who did that to your eye, it’s fresh.” Finally came. You scoffed lightly and muttered, “No shit… It’s none of your concern. I don’t want you here, I don’t know why Anna brought you—She’s an imbecile.” You were still fuming with her.

“Obviously she brought me to protect you.” “Yeah, you’re good at that, aren’t you… My hero.” He growled in response and you heard his heavy steps begin to stomp away, “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” You shouted, racing up to the wall. As you stood on your tiptoes, you watched him turn on his heel toward you but you weren’t afraid. “You’re the reason I’m in here, don’t you dare for a second forget that!”

“You think that I could?!”

“And yet you rush so nobly to my rescue— You’ve actually convinced Anna somehow that it was all real, that you still care for me—“

He gripped the bars by your hands furiously. “If I could go back and change it I wouldn’t! We would have died before we made it out of the Keep! I’m a big fucker, tough to kill but I’m still a man— One man alright? You want your head on a pike?! They’d make me watch it!!” He shouted in your face and being so close you actually saw tears in his eyes.

Your lip quivered and you bit down hard in attempt to still it. “We would have died together at least..” you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “I wouldn’t hate you the way that I do now.”

His eyes widened in surprise and his grip loosened on the bars. His fingers brushed against yours before dropping out of view completely. The tears flowed as freely as the words did now for you.

“I have never had this much hatred in my heart. I hate you! I hate Joffrey and Cersei and Petyr Baelish and my father and that bloody kennel master and I hate myself!” You cried, sinking weakly to your knees. “Cersei was right… I should have died the first day I walked into the Keep… it would have been a mercy on so many.” You buried your face in your hands, reflecting on all the pain you’d caused. You were utterly defeated, your head buzzed with hunger and weariness. “I am sorry, Sandor Clegane, for all the pain I have caused you. But I never want to see you again. Just let me die…” Your voice was so soft you couldn’t be sure he heard it. You were too exhausted to care.

“I failed you.” His voice sounded crippled with emotions, a tremble in his normally strong voice. Your eyes were closed now as you had collapsed against the stone floor. All you could do was breathe and listen. “You were my new dream, the only good one I’ve ever had… I was supposed to protect you.. and I failed.”

You heard a crack of thunder and flinched, curling into a ball. The pitter patter of rain melting into the dirt suddenly surrounded your senses. You wished, in your desperate state, that you had Sandor’s cloak to shield you from the chill now present in the air. “Forgive me.” He finished before he couldn’t bare the sight of you like that anymore. He ran away and locked himself up in his room again.

That night, you dreamt of a house. A simple one like the one you were raised in, with a fire burning in the hearth of its place to keep warm. You were sewing up a blouse and when the fire began to die down, you walked over to your front door and saw Sandor chopping more wood for you. When he turned and saw you, he smiled and flexed his muscular arms. You laughed and beckoned him inside.

As soon as you turned back around, however, the dream was gone. Your eyes squinted against the bright light pouring in from every possible angle and you brought your arm up to provide more coverage. As you regained your senses you realized what had woken you. You gasped and pulled your entire body back when you saw Dahlia licking blood from your thighs. Your mind transported you to that alley, that hound. Not again, please not again. You stood and backed yourself into a corner, cowering in fear. The dog sniffed in your direction once more but walked away—not desperate enough yet. The familiar cramping in your stomach made you want to cry.

Your monthly bleeding was always a bad omen in your eyes. You were thirsty, hungry, bleeding, terrified. And no one would be coming for you, now. You’d made sure of that yourself last night, and now a part of you regretted it. You tried to stay strong throughout the day, but minutes passed like hours as you paced the room and tried to distract yourself. All the shops were closing up, you realized— vendors taking whatever merchandise they couldn’t sell. In the distance you saw young men training with swords and you began to picture poor Charlie sent to war. The tension all around was palpable and almost made it hard to breathe. I have to get out of here.

“Excuse me! Please! Anybody!” You would shout and cry until someone heard you. A little boy, 6 or so, finally scuttled up nervously to you. “Do you know where Petyr Baelish is?” You were ashamed to ask a child to enter a brothel. He shook his head and you wanted to slam yours. “The master of coin?.. Hang on, please don’t go!” You dipped below in desperate search of your papers. You drew a quick sketch of him and dropped it out of the window, relieved to find the boy still there. He nodded, smiling with a sense of pride when he looked up at you again. “Please you have to find him and tell him that the girl with the dogs says yes. You have to get to him as fast as possible okay? If you do I’ll give you a sweetie, alright? I’ve got lots in here but the dogs want them.”

He snickered, sticking his tongue out a bit. “Run along then, okay. Tell him I said yes and I need him alright?” The boy nodded and ran away with the drawing in hand. You closed your eyes and prayed. Please let this be the right thing to do. Old Gods, New Gods, if any of you are listening, please don’t let me die here.

The sun went down along with your energy and you cozied up in your corner, trying to fall asleep to the pacing and howling all around you. You caught yourself wishing Charlie would come, or even Anna. Over time, you’d realized you had no right to be angry with her. She was only doing what was best in her mind— she saw violence and panicked, and somehow felt safer with the hound around. Before all this you would have felt the same, and though you couldn’t quite understand it now, you wouldn’t condemn her for it. As for Charlie, you only hoped he was alright and staying out of trouble. It would be selfish to see him again, and it would be best for everyone if he were to stay far away. You had plenty of time to think that night, as Petyr never came.

With your final piece of paper you began to draw faces from memory and for some reason, the person you started with was the hound. You and your paper man watched the sun come up and felt hopeless. “What are we going to do?” You asked the drawing. You could hardly remember what transpired the other night, what was said. But you remembered his eyes. Sad and desperate and beautiful. You stared into their likeness on the page and sighed. “Monsters don’t know sacrifice…” you recalled the first night you spent together.

Perhaps he continues to serve as a punishment to himself. He’s going to fight and die in this war, and these sad eyes are going to be my final memory of him. If you hated him the way you claimed you did, his tears, his death, would have been a blessing. But you didn’t, not truly.

Dahlia approached you on the floor and began sniffing at the blood surrounding you. You cringed and stood on shaky legs and the dog growled at your movements. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as the fear sent your heart off to the races again. Just then you heard the main gate open, conversation of two men in the distance. You rushed to the bars, Dahlia snapping at you but remaining behind to lap up the blood on the floor. You stuck your arms through and waved wildly. “Please, please!” You cried out over the aggressive barks. “I’ll do anything just let me out of here!”

Petyr Baelish stepped into view, signature smirk gracing his features. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The kennel master opened the gate at his command and Petyr dropped a sack of coins into his hand. The man glared at you but you ran past him and into Petyr’s arms. He gladly took you in and began guiding you out past the beasts going wild on all sides. “That’s half of what we agreed upon. You’ve damaged her pretty face.” He dropped casually, ignoring the arguing from the man behind him. “Let’s get you home, (Y/n) (L/n).”

~

In the most garish room you’d ever been in, you were scrubbed down, groomed, and fitted in a silk gown with an open back by two beautiful girls. As one of them was applying a cream to your eye, you dared to speak your first words since you’d left that cage.

“Thank you, my lady.”

The woman smirked and let out a throaty chuckle. “Don’t know if I’ve ever been much of a lady. A woman, surely, but a lady?” She scrunched up her nose and shook her head softly, closing the small case. “That should make the bruising go away quicker… Doesn’t make it hurt less though.”

She was about to stand up but you graced her forearm to stop her. “Wait, is it.. Is he.. Is it safe here?” The fear in your voice betrayed you as you stuttered in front of the girl.

She sighed, looking you over and brushing the hair behind one of your ears. “You're in good hands, love. We’ve been expecting you for some time… Petyr’s taken a liking to you so you don’t have to worry for now. He’ll want you to heal before you join the rest of us.”

“Indeed I will.” She stood finally and smiled at the man entering the room. You looked at him through the reflection of the mirror before you and your heart and stomach flipped when you saw that a tray of food was being brought in alongside him. You turned around in your chair but stopped yourself from approaching, instead reserving yourself to stand and bow your head. Petyr raised a hand, “Now now, there’s no need for any of that. Just a short time ago you threatened to rip out my tongue, and now you bow to me?”

Heat flooded your cheeks and your eyes sank a little in shame. Still he continued to approach, and the girls left the two of you alone.

“Never underestimate how quickly circumstances can change…” Finally he was close enough that you could smell the air of cloves that surrounded him, and he used a gentle hand to raise up your chin to meet his eye-line. “Know who your enemies are, (Y/n). Learn how to turn them in your favor, and learn when to dispose of them..”

You couldn’t understand why he was telling you this but you nodded agreeably. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?” His voice was kind now, as kind as it could be any way. Your eyes narrowed in earnest and you nodded again into his hand. He smiled and released you, directing you to the food. Sliced meats, cheeses, vegetables, you shoveled it all greedily in your mouth as Peter poured a chalice of wine beside you. “Slow down, (Y/n). It will all come back up if you force it down, and you wouldn’t want to waste my food, now would you?”

You chewed and swallowed slowly, wiping your mouth and accepting the drink he offered. “Thank you, I— I’m sorry for what I said before.”

“Let’s not lie to each other.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “When I saw you in that cage finally, I must admit I had doubts about this arrangement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a creature so pathetic… Yet here you are again. Clean and smooth and,” he offered his hand and you took it, and he paused to sniff your wrist, “fragrant as a rose.. Still, you’re bleeding and skinny and black and blue.. And I’m sure you’re obviously still reeling from the whole ordeal. You see, (Y/n), I am about to have a large influx of customers. War is all about sex and power, after all, and that’s what my establishment stands for. Tonight the King stands bravely among his soldiers, but I’ve witnessed first hand the brutality, the tenacity of the Baratheon bloodline and they may very well breach our wall. The night will be loud and horrid, and no matter what at the end of it the men will come. I am going to keep you from all of that. You needn’t fear their bloody hands on you tonight… but (Y/n), when I finally do ask you to touch and be touched,” he had sat you down in the middle of his speech and now his fingers slid delicately up the line of your spine, sending a chill that made your shoulders tremble. He smiled at your reaction, bringing his face closer and using the hand that never left you to move your hair and lock gently around the base of your neck. He spoke lowly, “you will obey. You belong to me now. Say it.” “I belong to you.” You looked him in the eyes for good measure.

“Good girl… Now please, eat, drink, sleep. I would stay in your room for the rest of the night if I were you. We will see each other in the morning…” He stood and walked to the door. “Dream of all the money you’re going to make, all the freedom you’re going to have.” He said before ironically locking the door behind him. You couldn’t care to think about anything beyond tonight, so his words did little to haunt you. You ate again, barely tasting the flavors before they were down your throat.

~

As Sandor watched the black water erupt in green fire like he’d never seen before, he felt small again. Terribly, helplessly small. Joffrey smiled out looking upon the men burning and drowning, thinking they’d already won. The hound knew, however, it couldn’t be that easy. He was supposed to die here tonight as a penance for all the evil he’d done. He watched a large ship grow nearer and grabbed a drink bag from a servant boy, chugging one final drink down before he descended to where the rest of the so called soldiers huddled and prayed. Perhaps if he defended (Y/n) one final time, died keeping out the people that meant to take this city, she could find the forgiveness in her heart. He heard the commotion of Stannis’ men arriving on the beach and growled, knowing if they found her, they’d kill her when they were done using her. As the door opened and they began their march to defend the city, to defend his princess, he threatened, “Any man dies with a clean sword, I’ll rape his fucking corpse!!”

He cut down many of Stannis’ men easily and was showered in the blood he missed so dearly. Killing was like a drug for him— one he was careful not to get addicted to. Watching someone come near who meant him harm and then cutting them to useless pieces made him feel all powerful, all knowing. It was a high like no other and he chased it, feeling he would die doing what he was born to… Then the fire came for him.

Men charged the beach with torches and his armor suddenly felt paper thin. His body fought back on autopilot, but his mind raced with flashbacks of his own burning flesh— Gregor’s toy burning beside him in the fire of their home because it had never been about the toy. His brother would seize any opportunity to hurt people. Sandor heaved big breaths as he looked around and saw the fighting again. No, not a battle anymore, another failure. Stannis’ men were more bloodthirsty than his own untrained citizens with swords they’d not broken in. He saw the way they hammered at the Mud gate and fled the beach. They’re going to break in, he thought. We’re losing.

He demanded wine from the servant, spitting out the water and looking out as the fire seemingly spread everywhere down below. They’re going to take her.

“Can I get you some iced milk? And a nice bowl of raspberries too?” Came out of the bastards freak uncle.

He drank again. “Eat shit, dwarf.”

“You’re on the wrong side of the wall.”

“I lost half my men!.. The black waters on fire..” he spoke the obvious, still entranced by the horrors he was considering.

Joffrey piped up from his cowardly position, voice shrill like an old woman’s. “Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight!” Sandor decided then and there that he was finished taking orders from a little boy, a little monster. Why couldn’t he have walked away before and save her all this pain. He drank again to numb the pain and shook his head in defiance as he swallowed it down.

“You’re Kingsguard, Clegane. You must beat them back or they’re going to take this city. Your King’s city.”

“Fuck the kings guard.” He spoke what he had held only his mind for so long. “Fuck the city.” The one that knew of the girl in the kennels and did nothing. “Fuck the King.” He stared the boy right in the eyes as he said it, almost daring him to respond. When he didn’t, he turned his back on the Lannisters and went off in search of his bride.

[madlyney]

Rambling and Ranting to You

@Hufflepuff-girl-1996: Hi there 😊Could I ask for a Tsukishima Kei x plus size reader? I love his cold and distance personality 😍🥰 Well what you write is up to you, as long as it shows that Tsukki has romantic interest in reader and maybe to make it a bit funny the other boys tease him about it 🙈 I just looooove this boi ❤

Kei Tsukishima x plus-size-gn!reader Tw: bullying mentioned, but nothing serious. Wc: 820

The sun was beginning to set. You sat on a bench in a park, staring down at your clasped hands resting on your lap. You fought back the tears that threatened to escape. As usual, you had been picked on by the same group of friends at school. You hated when this happened, but there wasn't anything you could do about it. You were often bullied because of your size, which made you extremely insecure. You always wished there was at least someone who liked you for who you were. 

Well, there is someone.

Karasuno’s boys' volleyball team had just finished their practice for the day. Some of them made their usual stop at the Sakanoshita Store for meat buns. Unfortunately for Tsukishima, he was dragged along with them. As the group of boys made their way to the store, Tsukishima noticed you sitting on the park bench in the gathering darkness. It’s getting late. 

Why are they still out? 

Yamaguchi noticed Tsukishima, who had stopped in his tracks upon seeing you. “Tsukki, what are you looking at?” he asked, following Tsukishima's gaze to you on the bench. “Oh? Isn't that Ln?” 

Tsukishima replied, “I’ll catch up with you guys later,” before walking away from the group. 

The boys watched the blonde walk off, they couldn’t hide their smirks and snickers. 

“Do you think he even realises his little crush?” Tanaka mused, dramatically placing his fingers over his mouth like a teenage girl. 

Sugawara sighed. “Our Tsukki’s growing up,” he said as he wiped an imaginary tear.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts and feelings that you didn't realise his presence sitting next to you on the bench.

“Are you alright?” Tsukishima asked as he leaned against the bench.

 You jolted at his sudden appearance and quickly wiped the tears away, trying your best not to look at him. “Y-yeah, I'm fine. What're you doing here anyway?”

He shrugged. “Just finished practice, so Sawamura’s brought us to get meat buns.” he looks at you, taking note of your slightly reddened eyes. “Be honest with me, what's wrong?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “I rather not bother you with my problems. You have better things to do and–”

“It's not a bother.” He interrupted and crossed his arms. “Just tell me what's wrong.” 

Taking a deep breath, you began telling him about your problems, ranting and venting about what’s been bothering you. To your surprise, Tsukishima listened to you attentively, occasionally humming in response or adding comments to comfort you. 

By the time you finished ranting, you noticed the tears falling down your cheeks as you caught your breath from speaking too much in one go. You looked up at him, worried that you had bored him with your problems and insecurities, but he was still looking at you, the concern now etched on his face. 

“I– I’m so sorry. I didn't realise I was ranting,” you said, wiping the tears off your cheek. 

Tsukishima shook his head. “It's fine, it's better to tell someone than to bottle it up yourself.” He looks away, attempting to hide an expression on his face. “...you can always tell me if you'd like,” he muttered quietly, feeling the heat rush up to his cheeks.

Before you can ask him what he has just said, someone calls out to him. “Tsukishima! Hurry and claim your meat buns before Noya and Tanaka eat them all!” Sugawara yelled from the Sakanoshita Store, earning a smack on the head from Ukai for being too loud.

“I better get going,” he said as he stood up from the bench. “I'll see you in school tomorrow.” 

You nodded, feeling slightly disappointed that he left, but also felt as if some weight had been lifted off of you as you had ranted to him just earlier. Seeing as it got even later, you decided to return home–which thankfully was just nearby.

“Nice chat with Ln there?” Daichi teased, raising an eyebrow as he handed Tsukishima a paper bag filled with warm meat buns. 

Tsukishima ignored his question as he picked up a piece from the paper bag, which only made Daichi snicker. 

“I can practically see the hearts in your—“

“Hinata, do not start.”

Sliding the door open, Tsukishima entered his classroom the next morning. He pulled his chair out, noticing a small item in his drawer. It was a bottle of coffee from the vending machine with a blue sticky note stuck on it. 

Thanks for listening to my rambles last night.  -yn

A small, rare smile played on his lips and a silent chuckle escaped from him. 

Yamaguchi entered the classroom, noticing Tsukishima in his seat, a small tint of reddish hue on his cheeks as he looked at a sticky note in his hands. “What’s that, a love letter?”

Tsukishima stuffed the drink and note in his drawer. “None of your business, Yamaguchi.”

Note: I’m not sure if I’m happy w this😞 im soooo sorry this took so long as well!

[thatnonameuser]

Now that I analyse more of your story, I just noticed that Lilia is very interested in Yuu and tells them that he wants to talk to them more or something like that.

I think he says that because he is aware he has little time to see his children get a partner and get married, so what a perfect opportunity is to have a Darling in an all yandere boy school by pure coincidence. It's like a miracle to him! So he would do anything (like matchmaking) to see one of his children being happy with Yuu no matter the cost. (Even If has to use dirty tricks to have Yuu being with one of the Diasomnia trio)

This is just a theory, a fan theory! 🤓☝️

Your theory is partially right.

Lilia isn’t really that interested in you, he’s not really bothered knowing you’re a darling.

Look, he’s been around this block a thousand times. During his travels spanning over centuries, he’s seen and met countless yanderes and darlings who’ve all acted differently. He practically has a nose for it at this point. So when he popped up in front of you, he had a bit of an inkling you weren’t like your peers, or him. 

But at first he doesn’t pay any mind. Whether you’re a darling or not, it’s not really something to take into consideration. Either you’ll find your way home, or you’ll be taken in by someone else, not really his problem.

That is until he discovers that his boys have feelings for you. 

When Malleus comes back from his nightly walks talking about you with a lovesick smile on his face. When Silver comes to him about seeing you in his dreams with a dreamy look in his eyes, (I’ll get into that later). When Sebek comes back to Diasomnia totally not ranting about a very obvious crush he has on you buried under how bothersome it is to deal with you. He’s not blind to the signs of them falling for you.

And that’s when he gets interested in you. 

Because in all honesty, he’s old. It's about time he makes the evolution to grandfather. (And since Baul isn’t here to guide his very….. very stubborn and tone deaf grandson, he’ll do it for him. But seriously, this stubbornness to love is genetic at this point, Lilia should know he made a joke about about it in his best man speech at his wedding) But Lilia wants to see them get married, to see them worry about becoming parents, to watch them cry from happiness at seeing their first child be born. He wants to spoil his grandkids when they come to visit. He wants to regale them with his war stories and embarrass their parents as when he tells them about his sons’ childhoods. Wants to spoil them rotten and take them away when his parents need Insert winkie face😉 Alone time. And more and more. Is that too much to ask? He doesn’t think so.

But he might not be able to do that. 

He’s old, he knows he’s old. He’s not going to be around forever. So he needs to make sure that he lives long enough to see that.

Meaning like a nosy parent trying to set up his kid, he’s gonna get involved. And not in the way you might like.

He’s not going to be mean about it. He’ll give them pointers, little gift ideas, tips to keep other yanderes away from you, etc. 

But when he learns that not only are you planning to get out of TWST the second the opportunity presents itself, but you callously, in his opinion, reject every attempt his boys make to woo you the nice way (the non yandere way). Well, then you forced his hand, he didn’t want to do this but he has to because you decided to be difficult.

Enter the Lilia who is willing to use more…. Painful techniques to persuade you. 

In other words, he’s getting more involved. At this point you’ve hardened to the yandere world, so he knows that you won’t be able to convince you with words or promises of a better life, so now he has to be cruel. 

Don’t bother trying to convince him this is wrong, and that you should be allowed to return home. Keep in mind he’s grown up and old in this world, he agrees with how it works. And while Maleanor or Levan might disagree with his methods, he’s doing this for a greater good. 

Remember, you’re the reason he had to go this far. He’s not at fault here.

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Like... I know this is a new blog and that I don't have as many followers as on my old one here yet BUT...

I've posted like 25,000+ words worth of fics in the last like 3 days and aside from my amazing ride or die friends (you all know who you are, this isn't directed at any of you obviously! You're THE BEST!) I've gotten barely any interaction with these fics.

When I write something funny I always think "I really REALLY hope someone will comment or reblog (or send an ask or DM) and say "OMGGGG 'this part' made me laugh so hard" or when I write something sad that makes me cry or any time I write honestly. As I do, I ALWAYS hope that maybe I'll see a new face (old faces LOVE you sososo much please don't go away!) saying what they enjoyed about my fic.

I have at least 3 fics that I have been SO super excited to write for yall but honestly with as little interaction as I've gotten on the last few this last week or 2 I'm discouraged to continue.

I'll still write them because I want to see these stories unfold myself but the idea of posting them doesn't bring me the joy I feel like it should so I don't know if I will.

Also lack of interaction is 100% why I don't do a tag list anymore. I've been getting asked this A LOT lately (nothing against those people) and I used to! I'd tag like 20+ people but I'd get maybe 3 that would comment and interact with my fics. It's tedious and time consuming to do just to get next to nothing out of it, so I won't do them anymore.

I don't know. I feel like I'm ranting now and probably sound like an asshole but what I'm trying to say is it hurts my feelings. I don't know... I'll probably end up deleting this I'm just in my feelings about it right now.

[loveless-in-nowheresville]

-JJBA x reader jealousy headcanons-

Really randomly felt like doing this so-

here!

But yeah jealousy headcanons, self-explanatory I think. Got carried away (as I do) (Bruno oml I had. Much to say. Basically wrote an outline for a fic for him lol)

Characters: Joseph Joestar, Rohan Kishibe, Bruno Bucciarati (randomly much longer than the other ones whoops), Guido Mista, Leone Abbacchio

Warnings: jealous behaviors obviously, mild violence implied, slightly unhealthy relationship with Abbacchio and his low self-esteem, mildly suggestive I guess

-Joseph Joestar: A man who has no right getting jealous, but will anyways. Never a super intense jealousy, I think it would take quite a bit of boldness from another person flirting with you before he gets jealous enough to step in. Though when he does get jealous he’ll play it off really passive-aggressively, with that usual arrogant charm of his. “Oh I’m sorry (he’s not sorry), my date and I (he puts a hand on your hip) were just LEAVING (he gives you a pointed look that asks you to play along), let’s go, DEARIE ( a nickname he uses for you when he’s a bit miffed)” and before you know it you’re being dragged away by a massive British man. It’s a bit embarrassing really…because he Does start fights over you, and he always acts so proud of himself too-

It is kinda funny to see him acting all smug over winning a fight (easily, since he’s huge and muscular and a really good fighter) and then immediately getting dragged off and scolded by you. His sudden shift from that confident and arrogant guy to a nervous and apologetic mess is entertaining to see.

You do think it’s kinda sweet that he cares enough for you to actually get jealous, but you also know it’s kinda just a pride thing for him. He’s always been a man who takes things pretty far, always been a bit wild and untamable…and you liked that about him…but you always knew it would get him in trouble, and usually you were the one picking up after him when he lets his jealousy get the best of him and he ends up causing a scene.

-Rohan Kishibe: Man who fervently denies being jealous but gets jealous easily and all the time. He gives off weird vibes so sometimes people just ask: “is this guy bothering you?” if they don’t recognize him or can’t tell your in a relationship with him and wow does it make him mad. He goes into one of his little rants about how he is your partner and it is completely rude to assume he was bothering you just because he doesn’t coddle you like some other men would their partner. But honestly can anyone be blamed for thinking he was a little sketch? He typically doesn’t talk to you very nicely, and he looks like an odd individual just following you around.

Beyond people, he also gets strangely jealous when you show animals more attention than him. You stopping to pet cats or dogs on your little strolls with him, and he’s just glowering a short distance away. A full on SCOWL. He gets so annoyed when you coo and pet and hug an animal for too long in his presence. Probably because he thinks you prefer the type of love and affection animals can give you over the type he gives you. He knows he’s grouchy and irritable and sometimes struggles to say nice things, so in a way it makes him feel self-conscious. But he thinks that’s stupid, so he doesn’t use his words and instead acts jealous, making petty comments about how ridiculous it is that he must share your affection with animals and he’ll even shoo animals away from the two of you sometimes. You think it’s silly. And you can easily tell what’s going on, no matter how hard he tries to deny it.

-Bruno Bucciarati: (Bruno is so hot when he gets protective oml-) He’s a mature man, and doesn’t often give in completely to his unpleasant feelings and emotions, and jealousy is no exception. You will Not catch this man embarrassing himself by causing a fuss over something small. Someone flirting with you at the bar and even buying you a drink? Not a big deal. He trusts you, and he knows your heart belongs with him and he would never want to be one of those jealous lovers constantly smothering their partner.

When it does get to the point where he steps in, it’s when someone starts getting too handsy and cozy with you.

You still remember the first time Bruno intervened out of jealousy.

It hadn’t been a big deal at first, some inexperienced guy somehow let his friends convince him to try and talk to you at a restaurant. Bruno had stepped outside for a minute to take a work call, and either this guy hadn’t realized Bruno was your husband, or saw Bruno leaving as the perfect opportunity to swoop in and make his move.

You sip your wine, minding your own business and waiting patiently for your busy man to return, when your peace is rudely interrupted by some guy who thinks he can just come up and talk to you. You can’t help but find it a bit funny…surely this guy just didn’t know who you were? You let him make a fool of himself for a bit.

First there was his pathetic attempts at complimenting you, telling you your eyes were mesmerizing and you were like the sun and-well you didn’t pay much attention for very long, just nodding along with what he said.

You hadn’t noticed Bruno had walked back into the room. He was waiting, watching for a moment, knowing you were eventually going to send that guy away, but at first he thought it was a bit amusing too. Yes, that guy definitely didn’t know you were mafia, and that Bruno was your husband.

When you notice Bruno’s presence, you relax a bit, and this guy who couldn’t take a hint for some reason thought it was because of him and tried to shoot yet another shot.

He dares to invite you to dance with him.

You say you have two left feet.

He insists.

You say no.

This time he laughs and says that you were just being shy, and he reaches down and grasps your wrist and you realize this brat is gonna try and drag you into a dance.

Your attention had been so focused on the stranger, that you hadn’t noticed Bruno getting increasingly irritated at the audacity of your fanboy.

Before you make a move to break free from him, the sound of Bruno’s open palm slamming onto your table immediately focuses your mind on the man you’d much rather be dancing with.

Bruno wasn’t a PDA type of man, with the most he’d usually give you being just some handholding, or your arm wrapped around his, but now-

He had angled himself in such a way that your face was practically pressed into the exposed parts of his chest while he was turned just enough to shoot daggers at the man who had the nerve to try to drag you out of your seat.

You could feel the eyes of the patrons in the restaurant, the ones who knew Bruno watched carefully. They knew it took a lot to get Bruno to cause a scene in a restaurant, and some were morbidly curious to see where it might go, now that he’s finally been pushed there.

It was a moment’s lapse in his usually controlled demeanor, but his eyes remained sharp against the man, who backed up instinctively at Bruno’s interference.

“Mind if I cut in?”

You know Bruno better than anyone, and right now you can hear the irritation in his tone, and you realize this is the first time anyone’s been quite so bold trying to get your attention in front of him.

“Well, I, uh…we were gonna dance…” the guy stammers out. Despite not knowing who Bruno was, he could tell he should feel intimidated right now.

Bruno is already holding his own hand out to you, and when you take it, he helps you to your feet gently, keeping a much closer proximity to you than he usually would.

“You’d better get in line then,” he replies, not hiding the displeasure in his voice, but you can already tell he’s calming down a bit now that he’s got your hand in his.

This guy doesn’t even know what to say, just kinda stands there stammering like a fool while Bruno slides his hand down to your lower back, eliciting a small shiver and gasp from you, very effectively displaying the intimacy of your relationship.

He lifts your left hand up with his right, almost like the two of you were going to dance right there, but you recognized he was very purposefully just emphasizing his wedding ring on your finger.

“Bruno,” you hiss when the man awkwardly scurries off. He really was making a scene and it was embarrassing, despite how much you loved this side of him you rarely got to see.

You can practically see Bruno snap out of it, and he clears his throat and finally untangles himself from you and calls for the check, but he doesn’t apologize for causing a bit of chaos, because he doesn’t regret it.

-Guido Mista: He’s quick to jealousy, and his disposition means his jealousy is gonna be the problem of everyone in his vicinity.

At first it’ll start with intense glares at whoever he’s concerned about, and even you, kinda trying to goad you into telling whoever’s getting too cozy to piss off.

You’ll notice Guido lays on the physical affection very thick to try and leave a message. His hands are on you, practically pulling you into his lap, very intentionally placing his hands in positions to suggest the romantic nature of your relationship.

He whispers in your ear and rubs your shoulders and back and doesn’t even hesitate to badmouth whoever’s bothering him.

He might even start fights, usually never hurting someone too seriously, but not shying away from giving them a scare at least. (The proper way to handle someone making moves on your sweetheart is to inform the offender that you have a firearm.)

You find it embarrassing, but you’re flattered he feels so strongly about you. And you know it comes from a genuine protectiveness, but also a bit of possessiveness, given his unfamiliarity with serious relationships and his anxiety that he might lose you.

A guy who can learn to mellow out a bit as you become more comfortable in your relationship, but he’ll always be a bit fiery, and quick to act, especially when you’re involved.

-Leone Abbacchio: Probably at first bottles up any jealousy he feels. Just add it to the insecurity pile. He already has such low self-esteem.

He feels like he’s not good enough for you…you deserve a man who can actually give you that emotional intelligence and kindness you deserve…honestly you’d be much better off with a guy like Bucciarati than him, and he cannot help but feel that every time he hurts your feelings or makes you frustrated, or even when he swears you seem more relaxed and comfortable around Bruno instead of him. You’re probably just settling for him.

For some reason you’re pursuing a relationship with him, probably for some superficial reason he can’t see yet. Maybe you just liked his body, or you enjoyed how pathetic he was. No matter how much the two of you fought, he would Always come crawling back to you, a desperate man who couldn’t give up the only person who let him into their bed and showed him some genuine compassion, even though he couldn’t fathom why. Jealousy from him translates into irritability, a lot of it internally, mentally tearing himself to shreds for being so pathetic. But also externally, more likely to say something like: “THEN JUST LEAVE,” or “find someone else,” when the two of you have an inevitable argument. And sometimes it’ll result in an unfounded accusation, something like: “I know you’d rather have literally anyone else, but for some reason you think you’re stuck with me.”

It says a LOT more about him than you, but it still hurts your feelings that he might actually believe that.

Of course you want to be with him. He matters so much to you, he just doesn’t let himself see that. But deep down, he knows if you really didn’t want to be with him, there was nothing stopping you from moving on.

You need patience with him, but also firm and honest. He’s Really bad at opening up himself, but if you do it, he’ll try to do the same. Only because it’s fair.

It’ll eventually get through to him how you feel about him, and someday he’ll come to terms with how much he genuinely cares about you, and how he wishes for a future with you.

[sunofmoon]

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[muzzlemouths]

not to sound desperate on main but since it's disability pride month it'd be really nice to see some art or fics with disabled Y/Ns.

[celtrist]

Why does Vassago already have merch, we haven't even met him yet

[strawbubbysugar]

Man I’m having such a hard time writing. When I was writing fanfic all the comments I’d get really kept me going (and the comments I get on my original work send me into orbit with how much I love them!!) but without that same influx of people showing interest I’m all in my head like is this not good enough? What if my ideas suck actually? And I keep gettin roadblocked by my own brain telling me that what I’m writing isn’t worth it q-p

[skateisawesome]

at what point is an intro post necessary?

OH WELL HERE IT IS!

my name on here is skate, im a minor, im a girl, i use she/her pronouns and i have no idea what im doing!!

im in highschool so im a busy girl and i will complain about school

some fun facts about me are: i play 6 instruments and sing, i like reading, my favourite season is winter, i speak a fair amount of french and italian and i can crochet.

im also mentally ill so just prepare yourself for that!

most of my posts are about osemanverse but i love taylor swift and will not shut up about her. i am in a pitch perfect and dead poets society phase at the moment so expect some of that too and mostly i post whatever else pops into my head at the time.

my asks are open and i love answering literally anything and if you ask a question ill probably fall in love with you or smth

my tags are 'skate has words' for my writing 'skate answers' for answering asks and 'skate rants!' for rants obviouslyyyy

also my messages are open and, yes, i am extremely awkward, i would LOVE to be friends !! i need to add that i am very unwell sometimes for long periods of time and will sometimes just not respond to messages. i am sorry but ill get there eventually.

im very infrequent on here and will sometimes forget tumblr exists for weeks so im never ignoring you im just stupid and i have memory issues

if youre gonna be mean to pretty much anyone i dont really want you here. just dont be an asshole guys.

anyway have a good day !! :)

[azaharinflames]

I just want to get over this. Like why am I still so sad about that how many weeks later? But I am. And I also want to hold out hope but maybe it’s better to quit because the not knowing for sure and just being sad all the time is a lot.

Hi, @phillystrega! Thanks for your ask <3

Listen, I fully get it. Real talk here, I spent a solid week with constant anxiety after 806 - granted, it wasn't just because of 911, it was sort of the straw that broke the camel's back after a lot of shit had happened in the world and my personal life, so.

At the end of the day, 911 was supposed to be our comfort show. And I think, having something like this happen, seeing everything that has happened before, has made it so it stopped being that, and that's bound to hurt.

Your feelings are normal. It was more than a couple we liked breaking up - in context, sure, but also in what meant right after. I said it right after - it truly felt like they responded to the love we tried to send into the world with hate, and they responded to hate from that side of the fandom with love.

It wasn't entirely like that. But at the time it very much felt like that. And it's normal to still be dealing with feelings surrounding that.

Here is my advice (feel free to not take it if it's shit lol):

Focus on life in the fandom if it's fun for you. The BuckTommy fandom truly helped me process my feelings and channel them toward something more positive. Talk to people, be creative, see everyone's art and posts... it truly is healing.

Block anything that threatens your peace of mind. That being accounts, hashtags, or even keywords, so you don't find it in your dash.

Go back to your comfort shows if you have any, or try to find a new one if you feel you need to latch onto a new one. I'm here if you want suggestions. No joke, binge-watching Modern Family made me feel incredibly better.

If you have a hobby, dedicate some time to it. Or try a new one if you want. I had to embroid a tote bag for one of my best friend's birthday and honestly, it truly helped. So much so I want to do some embroidery as Christmas ornaments - we'll see how that works lmao (I sound 60 when I'm mid-twenties, dear God).

All of this will slowly take you out of this mentality, mostly because you will focus on other things. I realized I was focusing too much on how all of this was making me feel - and as much as it's healthy to face our feelings and know where they come from, we don't want to fall into a cycle, or drown in them.

After all of this, with a bit more perspective, maybe it's easier to make the decision of either continue, or move on. You can also stay in the fandom and enjoy it with no expectations, maybe check every once in a while how canon is doing. And if at some point you decide it's worth checking again, you can do it. And if you decide to fully move on, that will also be okay. Overall - protect your peace.

This was very long, but I truly hope it helped you, even if it was a little.

My inbox is always open to rant, vent, or discuss (911 or whatever you want).

Take care <3

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

really weird thing ive noticed lately re: hermits getting critiqued for stuff theyve said or done is that as soon as someone holds a shit opinion (even if it's just them being stupid, or a centrist, or saying a bad word without knowing what it means, or whatever) people immediately seem to flock to the 'this guy should die' 'kys' 'why are we giving this person a platform' rhetoric and like. that's not how meaningful change is made?

like, yeah, if one of my beloved CCs posted a tweet or video tomorrow about how much they hate gay people, or believe in conservative ideals, or they just said a bunch of slurs or whatever (these are hyperbolic examples obviously) then yeah, fuck them, they should go rot. but like, having some dumb takes, or saying bad things in the past, doesn't = evil terrible person...

idk, i feel like we can critique content creators without getting so insane about it. like, shit, there are things some of my favourites do that i don't like, but theyre not even really worth bringing up tbh. unless its something actually important, i feel like it just creates more drama out of nothing and all these assholes come crawling out of the woodwork to tell everyone how much they hate that creator. or find their content boring anyway so clearly they have no real merit to anyone.

more of an explanation of what i mean in the tags but yeah.

[tomatoart]

Hi sorry if this is weird to say but i saw some of your Persona 5 art on Pinterest and i wanted to check you out bc i really really liked ur style and HOLY MOLY YOU HAVE IMPROVED. Ofc i know that it's old art and time passes and new things will look different n shit but!!! Dude!!! Your art looks fantastic!!!

NOT WEIRD AT ALLLLL HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY I LOVE U. Genuinely one of the best reactions gotten outta me like I can’t imagine going from seeing the older art to the new that fast you just like speed ran my own life LOL but srsly tysm!!! It always makes me smile so wide seeing ppl come from my persona art bcuz it is and was such an important part of my art & life yknow !!! I hope to draw more of it again!!! honorary verterans badge for liking my older stuff (blows my mind to think it’s still enjoyable dhakgswh) even if u weren’t here for when I was originally posting it cuz only real ones loved that stuff way back . This has done NUMBERZ for my brain btw

For anyone curious this is from an old comparison I did on my main last yr. HUHHH ⁉️⬇️