#his parents suckkkk

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

this deeply explains why's he terrified of commitment

[trashogram]

i’m gonna hop on the stolas hate train with you for a second. Do you know what i feel like he doesn’t get enough lashings for? His inability to see things from Blitzo’s point of view.

I’m sorry but despite being horrendously bad he is simultaneously one of most self absorbed characters ever. If he really loved Blitz to an up to par standard he’d be able to understand the HUGE power imbalance between them regardless of their feelings or time spent together. (might be a spoiler but i feel like you’ve seen it by now) but Blitz out burst to Stolas was super justified , i wouldn’t have done it personally, but i see where he’s coming from.

That moment itself was a rare vulnerable!blitz moment that stolas could’ve used to mend their relationship but instead he made it about Him AGAIN I CANT DO THIS😭😭😭 THEY SUCKKKK GOOD LORDD

I’m here to conduct this hate train, you’re more than welcome to come aboard.

Stolas has the characteristics of a Covert Narcissist (obviously he’s fictional, I can’t diagnose a fictional character or real person, but let’s tally it up shall we?):

Lack of Empathy — You hit that one

Sense of Entitlement — he thinks he’s entitled to Blitzø’s time and body, as well as Octavia’s unending patience and understanding when he fucks up and fucks around on her and their family)

Taking advantage of others for personal gain — the whole deal with the fuckdamn Grimoire

Hyper-focusing on fantasies of grandeur — Stolas is King Delusion thinking his obsession with Blitzø is at all equivalent to love, or even liking someone. He also deludes himself into thinking he knows his own child but he ignores her wants when she literally runs away from him on two separate occasions bc he’s not fucking listening to her.

Exhibit passive-aggressive behavior, arrogance, or subtle superiority — Ppl don’t clock this as much as they should but I’ve noticed and gagged at his belittling “pet names” for Blitzø (impish little plaything, itty bitty imp) and how when Moxxie and Millie try to speak to him, Stolas either treats them with disdain/like peasants or doesn’t even look at them when they speak! Not even bringing up how he uses his own imp staff as stress-relieving toys.

Highly sensitive to criticism — Can’t take being called out, has to cry and run away from the truth that Blitzø (and Stella and Octavia) are spitting

Victim Mentality — it’s everyone else in this damn bird’s life that’s to blame instead of himself. “I think so highly of you, I didn’t realize you thought so low of me.”

Fuck. You. Stolas.

I’m sorry this is a wild rant but to be fair it is the Stolas Hate Train (SHT, we should implement an I in there). Obviously I don’t hate his fans. Like what you like. Please. However, I may have some concerns over how young HB fans can get and how they don’t truly see how terribly this character is written because they accept the framing of Stolas as the poor victim in this situation at face value and don’t see it for what it really is, but I’m not their parents. And hopefully the younger audience will grow up and also think “ew”. At the very least.

I would like to know if the HB writers, and her majesty Vivienne Medrano, realize that they’re framing the Abuser in this situation as the victim but have dug this hole so deep that they just have to keep digging bc there’s no going back or if they genuinely think their targeted audience of adults don’t see through this or haven’t had to deal with abusive relationships themselves.

[seokjins-luigi]

hi! 23 with jungkook pls! make it angsty with a fluffy ending pls LOL thank u <3

Fucking Scrabble

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

genre ↠ angst, fluff

word count ↠ 1.9k

warnings ↠ language

A/N  ↠ So, here it is, anon (: MY FIRST REQUEST EVER HEHE I'm happy, but I hope this doesn't suckkkk. I hope you enjoy reading this one lol

It was supposed to be a perfect night. And it would have been a perfect night at your sister’s if it wasn’t for your boyfriend. Stupid Jungkook and his competitiveness. You’re to blame too, since you knew this could happen, no, scratch that, you knew this would happen if they decided to play anything. You know he gets too involved with these silly games and can’t stand losing. Not very different from your dad and your brother in law.

Men, right?

Today had to be perfect. You were finally introducing Jungkook to your family, something he’s been insisting on for a few weeks now. You two have been together for eight months altogether, you weren’t exactly ready to take that step yet, but he wanted to, so you two talked a lot about your future plans and you realized you couldn’t see a future for yourself without him in it. So you agreed on introducing him to them. It made sense, you two make sense, so it was only natural. You tried to plan the whole night, what topics were more adequate for Jungkook to discuss with your father, what to talk about with your mom and your sister, how he was supposed to dress, the perfectly thought out presents he was supposed to give them. It had to be perfect.

Why? Your sister is kind of perfect. And even though everyone in your family denies it, you have lived under her shadow your entire life. It wasn’t on purpose, you guess, she is just naturally good at everything she does and the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. She has played the piano since she was 7 years old, she’s a great ballet dancer, she speaks four languages, she landed modeling jobs when she was a teenager, but decided to give up on a modeling career, because she prefered studying to be a doctor.

How could you ever compete with that? Everything you’ve accomplished so far wasn’t even close to your sister’s accomplishments as a teenager. This is why you went abroad to study, thanks to the hard work you put into studying for college entrance exams. You not just wanted to be away from your family, you needed to.

And you’re glad you’ve done so, because those years away were everything you’ve always dreamed life could be. You’ve met new people, you’ve made new friends, you’ve become a fluent speaker of a second language, you’ve laughed, you’ve cried. You had the chance to live your own life and not be compared to your sister. You learned how to be yourself. But when you graduated, your family insisted on you returnt and although you’ve had the time to work on your own sense of identity away from your family, returning to Korea was still a little complicated. You were scared.

Right after you returned, you met Jungkook. At a bar, a detail you had to hide from your parents so you’d give them a good impression about your boyfriend. With Jungkook everything was pretty natural. You two met, felt instantly attracted to each other, had your first night, went on dates, couldn’t stay away from each other and decided to take each other seriously. It was so natural, so organic, so in sync that you didn’t even have the chance to second guess.

Did he have flaws? Yes, a few. Could you live with them? Most of them, so far, yes. But the fact that he is easily baited by a challenge annoys the shit out of you. When he’s with his friends, it’s his own shit to deal with, since they also were very competitive. But you told him to control himself in front of your family. You not only told him, you begged. Twice. But it fell on deaf ears, of course, and you had to witness him losing his temper with both your dad and your brother in law while playing Scrabble.

Fucking Scrabble.

They started making fun of your boyfriend’s spelling abilities and he took the bait. He lost his temper and everything was a total embarrassment after that. Even though your brother in law and your dad seemed to be having the time of their lives, your sister and mom started to make faces and you wanted to bury your head in the sand, because you knew damn well what usually comes after that. Thanks to your cat, Misun, you were able to make up a convincing excuse and leave.

Jungkook knew you were pissed, so he hadn’t really said anything so far. He tried to turn on the radio and you stopped him. You wanted the tension in the air, you wanted him to know you’re one step away from biting his head off. This would probably be your first major fight and you’re taking it very seriously. Even though it feels like he isn’t, he’s driving home unbothered. Which only made you even more livid.

“Babe, since it’s a ninety minute drive back to Seoul… What do you think about stopping at the O’Shake before we go home?” He asks, taking you in. “I’ll be hungry by then and I don’t feel like cooking”.

Of course you don’t answer. You are pissed out of your mind and this guy’s thinking about fucking milkshakes?

“Ok, I think that’s a no go, then”, he laughs softly and awkwardly. “But won’t you get hungry, babe? I will, you know me. You don’t mind if I stop to grab a bite somewhere, do you? It’s still kinda early and if you feel like it we could go for a walk too”.

You look at the time in the car dashboard. 9:42 pm. You shrug, but you’re not sure if he sees it.

“Babe, did you hear me?” He insists, with a soft voice.

You nod, but this time, you feel his gaze on you.

“So, do you mind?” He tries again, with the same soft tone.

You shrug again, nonchalantly. And Jungkook sighs.

"Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?"

You look at him and shrug once again, slowly, with a challenging expression this time around.

“Babe, I know I promised I wouldn't-”

“That’s it!” You interrupt him. “You promised me you wouldn't do that… but you fucking did it anyway. My god! It feels like you don’t give a shit about my feelings!”

“I’m sorry, ok?”

“I don’t want your apology, Jungkook”, you huff.

“But I want to apologize anyway, babe”.

“But I don’t want you to”, you cut him off.

He sighs. You take your eyes off the road in front of you and look at him, he’s fidgeting in his seat, you see he wants to say something.

“What?” You ask dryly.

“I was wondering”, he cuts himself off. “Nevermind”.

“Oh, no, you’re not doing this”.

“You’ll get mad if I say it”.

“I’m already mad”, you commented.

“If you insist-”

“Yes, I insist”.

“Ok… Doesn’t it cross your mind that, you know, maybe, you’re overreacting?” He runs one of his hands through his hair, looking at the road.

You gawk. How fucking dared he? You feel your blood boiling in your veins.

“Overreacting?” You fumed. “I’ve told you, probably a billion times, how important it was for me to introduce a boyfriend to my family. It was a big deal for me and you knew it!”

“Oh, love, come on! It wasn’t that bad, your father and Namjoon even invited me to play again with them on our next visit”.

“Our next visit? Jungkook, there won’t be any next visits!”

“What do you mean there won’t be any next visits?” He gawks, you see he was starting to get annoyed too. “Are-Are you breaking up with me over a fucking harmless discussion about Scrabbles?!”

“Uh-no”, affirmed you.

“Then, how can you say something like that? You’re my girlfriend, they’re part of my life now, your family is my family too”.

“I’m not allowing you near my family again”, you cross your arms in front of your chest.

You see he’s holding the wheel in his hands more strongly, as you observe the tip of his fingers getting whiter. He’s speeding up too, causing you to shift in your seat.

“Y/n, that’s ridiculous!” He looks at you again… hurted? “I’m your boyfriend! You can’t push me away from your life like this”.

“Are you saying I’m ridiculous now?”

“Of course not! Stop twisting my words, Y/n!” He breathes, shifting in his own seat now. He breathes heavily again and continues in a softer tone. “Why are you picking a fight, babe?”

“I’m not picking a fight, Jeon Jungkook. I’m just voicing my discontempt… I told you this was a big deal for me, you know how hard it is for me to deal with my family’s expectations and all the shit that comes with it. Do I really need to elaborate on why I’m hurt?” Your voice cracks at the end and you try to stop the tears that are insisting on filling your eyes.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry… I’m really, really sorry”, he reaches for your hand, but you pull it away. “I’m so stupid! Don’t do this, don’t be distant. I love you so much, I didn’t realize it affected you that much, I’m sorry. Please, let me make it up to you”.

He extends his hand once more to you. He’s looking at the road again and you take your time taking him in. His strong figure lit by the street lights, his anxious expression. His hand, patiently waiting for your decision whether to take it or not.

You know him. You know he didn’t mean to hurt you. You know he was also super nervous about meeting your family.

You also know that you love the fact that he’s spontaneous, authentic. In fact, it was one of the reasons that had you gravitating towards him. You, who’s always calculated every word that ever came out of your mouth, found yourself attracted to a person that didn’t really ever hide his feelings.

“I’m sincerely very sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you angry, I deserve a good old scolding, just don’t ignore me”, he appeals, still waiting for you to hold his hand. “Let me make it up to you, how does that sound?”

You can’t help it, he sounds sincere. You take his hand and the instant they touch, he holds yours like he was never letting go of it again, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m not forgiving you just yet, Kook. But I’ll allow you to make it up to me…” You declare.

He kisses your knuckles and smiles, one of those heartfelt smiles of his, one of those in which he scrunches his nose and looks like the most precious thing in the world. He’s the most precious thing in the world to you. He’s been proving that to you since day one.

“Ok, babe, how about I start by… Well, there are many, many things I wanna do to you right now”, his gaze darkens, lingering on you. “I might as well hurry, while you’re still mildly angry with me, you know? I love it when you’re angry”.

“Well, if you want to speed up, be my guest. I thought it was a good idea not to wear panties tonight… Maybe it really was”, you declare with a knowing smirk.

You see the corner of his mouth lifting in a similar smirk to yours.

“Good girl”, he bites your pointer finger lightly. “That’s my good fucking girl”.

[mookybear12404]

Character ask: Teru

Hello there I’m SO sorry I didn’t get to your ask sooner!

How I feel about this character- 

I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH he’s my BOY

All the people I ship romantically with this character- 

None really? I don’t do romantic ships much, and especially not with kids 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

OKAY LISTEN I WANT REIGEN TO FORMALLY ADOPT TERU CAUSE HIS PARENTS SUCKKKK AND HE DESERVES BETTER

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t know if this is a popular thing but I know among my friends they actually preferred his long, pre-redemption haircut, (AND NO I DO NOT MEAN THE CORNCOB HAIR AHDKJLHJFKL), but I actually really like Teru with his hair super short! It looks so fluffy and soft.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

UHHHHHHHH FOR HIM TO HAVE ACTUAL PARENTS THAT LIVE WITH AND LOVE HIM???? LIKE WTF WHY HAS THIS CHILD BEEN ALLOWED TO RAISE HIMSELF???

[pluto-parker]

It’s Just a Scratch *Peter Parker x Reader*

Requested by @my-cup-of-coffeee: hi can you make a peter parker imagine where he’s not answering his phone after a mission so you go and check on him and he’s all busted up and bleeding and you help clean him up and then cuddles pleaaseeeeee and him reassuring you that he’s fine but he won’t let you see him and then him saying something cheeky like “i’d suggest you see the other guy but that fight was so one sided”

(A/N): This is a WHOLE request and I am living for this enthusiastic cute ass energy... alsooo sorry for how late this is i suckkkk

Summary: The one where you help fix Peter up.

Warnings: A very very injured Peter.

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist

The mission Peter went on today was probably his most dangerous yet, but he told you not to worry, so you’ve spent your entire day pacing about your room and having mental breakdowns like an incredibly calm, extremely worry-less normal human being who’s boyfriend is definitely not a world-famous superhero that has at least a hundred people wishing him dead.

You’re antsy as you take another round about the room, running your fingers through your hair for the thousandth time as your eyes flicker toward the alarm clock on your bedside table.

2:12 AM.

He should be done by now... right? But he hasn’t called you... he always calls you when he makes it home safe.

Something in your heart tells you that something’s wrong; that Peter really isn’t safe.

You bound across the room and snatch your phone off the bed, speed dialing Peter. The phone rings once, two times, three times, four, and then you hear the “Hi! This is Peter! Sorry, but I can’t reach my phone right now, leave a mes--”

Beep.

You slip your phone in your pocket and struggle to get your emotions under control. Tears prick your eyes and your breathing is uneven as your mind whirls and rages with a thousand different “What ifs” that you’re sure will be used by your brain for nightmare fuel tonight.

Unable to bear it anymore, you grab your coat and your wallet and fly out the door, thankful that your parents are away on a business trip so you don’t have to come up with an excuse as you exit out the apartment complex and into the lit up streets of Queens.

Your feet move on their own as the path to Peter’s is practically ingrained in your brain. You’ve visited so many times over the years you’ve known him, you’re sure you can make your way over in your sleep.

Queens is lively as people walk around the city, bar-hopping or grabbing a midnight snack or partying or just walking for the hell of it.

Two blocks more and you’re racing up a fire escape to the 8th floor. The blinds are drawn and you can’t help the dread that floods your heart again as you knock against the window pane. The muted sound of rustling and footsteps eases your heart and you wait expectantly for Peter to throw open the curtains.

You can already feel the loving smile preparing to blossom on your face for Peter, but when those curtains are opened, only a horrified gasp comes out.

Your eyes are open wide as you study the bruised and bloody face of your love.

“Oh my god... Peter.”

He raises his arms defensively, flinching at the movement which severely discredits his following statement, “It’s not as bad as it looks!”

You roll your eyes and step into the room, worry creasing your brow as you say a little too harshly, “Get on the bed. Now.”

His eyes widen at your tone and he practically hobbles over to his bed, gingerly twisting to sit atop the mattress.

You hastily follow him, bending over to slide the first aid kit from under his bed before placing it to the side and raking your eyes over Peter, noticing every scratch and scuff that mars his suit. Blood stains the fabric, matching the very substance that coats his hair and the side of his face. His lip is busted and a dark bruise is already blossoming around his left eye.

You can’t help the tears that prick the corners of your eyes at the state of him.

A damp towel half-coated with blood rests on his bedside table and you’re quick to grab it, eyebrows raising accusingly at Peter’s sheepish frame.

“You tried to patch yourself up without me?”

Guilt colors his eyes as he scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze, “I didn’t want you to see me like this... I didn’t want to worry you.”

You soften at his words, letting out a sigh before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you, “Idiot, I swear. I’m always worried about you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he concedes, something playful fades the guilt as he takes your hand from his chin and presses it to his lips, “I’d suggest you see the other guy but that fight was so one-sided.”

You let out a scoff and shoot him a playful glare of your own before pressing the cloth to the side of his head a little too harshly.

“Ow---!”

“That’ll teach you to be more careful on patrol.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

A comfortable silence fills the space between the two of you as you apply antibacterial to the cut, earning a low whine from Peter.

With a huff, your eyes scan the rest of his body, counting one, two, three, four long, winding cuts that show through the rips in his suit.

You meet his gaze once more, communicating your intentions as your fingers find the spider decal situated against his chest and press firmly. The suit loosens in an instant, slipping down his toned body to reveal the damage in its entirety.

“Babe!” your hand slaps over your mouth in shock, “What the hell did this to you?”

“Big alligator dude that can talk.”

“Big what now?”

“I’ll explain more- ow- later.”

“You better.”

You finish off the last roll of bandages and take a step back to give him one last once over.

Satisfied, you throw the first air kit back under the bed before Peter wraps his arms around you, pulling you down onto the bed with him.

“Careful!”

“I’m fine, (Y/N), really,” he assures between a wince and a cough before snuggling into you.

A sigh of contentment eases out of him and you let yourself relax at the sound. His fingers trace patters on your waist as your hands find his cotton covered chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

...

“Now how about that alligator man.”

“Oh alright.”

[forgedgrace]

nobody: me:

mike, canonically: lives in riverdale aka the bronx aka basically nyc mike, when asked where he’s from: “new york. upstate.” riverdale is not upstate but his grandfather’s cabin is upstate, as he says to paige at the end of s2 and this is mike’s home because his parents fuckin suckkkk