#i didnt exactly fact check any of this

[copepods]

ehhhh ok im posting this one because i spent too much time drawing all those waves but im not super happy with it

[mx-paint]

Love love LOVE when the only 1 star reviews for a book/show are homophobes saying something like "this is only full of gay people/this will turn you gay" like that doesn't want to make me watch it More

[stormblessed95]

Hello,

I hope you have recovered fully or are recovering well.

I only wanted to say this because I am an over thinker and someone needs to tell me to shut up. I don't have any Jikook fans in real life so these are the places I vent.

I think I am either the majority or.the minority depending on which space we are in that thinks and feels that Jikook are distant and have been for a while. I don't think like only because of the car scene. Even when they are taking photos, they aren't doing it like they used to do before. Before if one of them was taking a photo of the two, generally they would be attached at the hips and in each other's face. I didnt notice them doing that in the first two episodes but I also just saw a small clip from Sapporo and they are also taking a pic but they are but distant from each other. I know it might be some miniscule to you but these are few of the instances where I felt that their relationship was beyond friendship.

I know I am over thinking it but I don't know, I don't feel as good about it I suppose. What happened to the Jikook that would literally smooshed their faces together for a photo? What happened to Jikook that were always seen hanging out prior to the hiatus. I heard about them hanging out all the time.

Yes they were busy and I get that. Jimin specially seems to have been super duper busy but he seems to have built a deeper relationship with the Hyung like but kep.a distance from the Maknae line so I am a bit confused I suppose. Out of all the BTS members, I always assumed Jikook were it and nothing would come in between so I am surprised to see work coming in between them?

I still feel like shiiitttt lol but I had to start work today anyway. Thanks for checking in though 💜

Listen, I'm not here to tell you what to think or tell you what your opinion should be. Think whatever you want. I'm sorry to say, but I'm not ever going to be the one to talk you into shipping Jikook. You think they aren't together, that's totally good by me! I hope you still love and support them as BTS, and I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy any part of the fandom you continue to participate in, including mine if you stick around anyway on my blog.

I'm just here to present facts and let you draw your own conclusions based off that. And sometimes share my opinions about them, but only with the caveat that no one steals MY opinion and must create their own 😉

So for the facts, babygirl (I use as a gender neutral terms), for as many selcas as Jikook took like this:

They took JUST as many like this, which are (edging into opinion territory just a bit here) just the same as the glimpses we've gotten of selcas taken from AYS

Close together for the selfie, but not smushed as close as they could possibly get without just going ahead and crawling inside each other. Just a normal cutesy photo

More facts! As for hanging out prior to the hiatus (where I guess now it's assumed they never saw each other not even once, which is opinion and assumption, not fact), I have a post already done about all the times Jikook were spotted hanging out outside of work (because BTS time is work).

Hint: it's less often than you think

Double hint: they were still glued at the hip, we just know they were because they say and act like they were, not because we got to see or hear about it

Triple hint: it's probably exactly the same now except we know that currently, at this moment, they choose to continue to be glued at the hip for the next 18 months at minimum

I have other posts about their dates too, but this is the one that covers the topic I mentioned above best I think

Work came between them? Is that what they said or is that what you took their words to mean based on your biases and previous assumptions?

Anywho! Thanks again for checking in on me love.

Just a bit of unsolicited advice that you are free to disregard. I think whatever you decide about how you feel about Jikook, you should consider taking an emotional step back from them, just a smidge. Nothing that is only supposed to bring you joy, BTS or any other hobby, should get you feeling so far in your head feeling so conflicted. Good luck, sending you purple hearts! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 6)

DESCRIPTION: You complete your first business ordeal as a Shelby family member. Your husband, Thomas, wants to thank you for your effort.

A/N: Was this section of smut overly necessary or was I just horny when I wrote this part? I guess we'll never know

WORD COUNT: 2510

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WARNINGS: swearing, blackmail, mild sexism, threat, talk of murder, drinking, sex whilst drunk (able to consent), smut, rough sex, no foreplay, mild breeding kink, pet names (love/sir), creampie, overstimluation, mild dacryphilia

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

Not been proof read - part may change slightly once I've proof read it

The clock chimes 8pm. You take in a breath. You and Tommy had parted ways since you discussion earlier this afternoon. Going about your business during the day. Due to him unable to find a different plan you were going with your choice. So here you were. Standing outside the garrison. You take a deep breath. Going inside you see a man sitting at a table. Looking smug as he drinks a pint.

You go over, putting on a false smile as you sit opposite him. His eyes meet yours before going over your body. His tongue darts out slightly as he smiles. You place your hands on the table, one hand over the other as you keep eye contact with him as hes finished checking you out. "Harry Thompson correct?" he nods "I have some business Id like to discuss with you" he chuckles slightly

"And you are?" he says in an almost mocking tone

"Sorry, where are my manners?" you hold your hand out for him to shake "Mrs Florence Shelby" he laughs again. Taking your hand and shaking it. You place yours back ontop of the one still resting on the table.

"So which one are you married to?"

"Does that matter?"

"I want to know which one sent you to do their dirty work"

"They didnt send me. They dont even know Im here" he nods, leaning back in his chair.

"WHat is it youd like to discuss then?"

"Id like to discuss your children. You have 5 I believe" he laughs

"I have 3. But carry on" a smirk on his face as you keep his eye contact

"Youre right. You and your wife have three children. Alfie, Anna, and William. But if you include the two children you had with your mistress then you have five"

"I dont know what you're talking about"

"So you dont know who Robert and Michael are? Or Rose, your mistress who had your children?" his smile drops. Eyes on yours as you continue talking "they live in London correct?" he goes to stand up

"My business isnt with you its with them" he stands

"SIt down Mr Thompson"

"I dont have to speak to one of their whores. Because that is exactly what you are"

"I said sit down Mr Thompson. Or I start screaming" he looks at you as you keep eye contact with him "how do you think thatll go for you? Given the current location we are in" he keeps looking at you, staying standing. You lean marginely closer to him, hushing your voice slightly so only he can hear you. "You may think you have this city wrapped around your finger but if any of the men in this building think you laid a hand on Thomas SHelby's wife then you better start digging your own grave" he takes in a deep breath. Sitting back down again.

"What is it you want?" he asks, a slight anger in his voice.

"I want you and your men to leave. The same conditionings my husband wants in fact" he grits his teeth

"And if I refuse?"

"One of my men goes and has a little visit to your family. The one up in London. The one we both know you care the most about. And slaughters them. One by one" his eyes dart around the room. You can sense the amount of fear going through his body. "If you leave then both of your families will remain safe. I wont tell my husband about Rose and your sons". You put your hand out for him to shake "do we have a deal?". He looks at you. Your calm behaviour being very different to the anxiety you feel welling up in your body. He reaches a hand out. Taking yours and shaking on the deal.

"Good decision. I'll give you until midnight tonight to leave this place. If you arent out by then... well, you know what'll happen" you smile at him. Standing up "Have a good night Mr Thompson" you leave the pub. Getting back home you open the front door. Taking your coat off and hanging it up. You can hear your husbands voice in the building next door. Given your previous experience of evesdropping you decide that it wouldnt be the best idea. Instead you retire early to bed. taking out a book you start reading.

You place the book down on your bedside table. Unsure of how late it is. But feeling dreadfully thirsty. You try settling down to sleep. Dehydration catching up to you. You mumble slightly as you get out of bed. Heading downstairs. Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen to head back upstairs. You notice the living room light on.

Poking your head around the corner you see your husband. Whisley in hand as he watches the liquid swirl in the glass. "Mr Shelby?". His eyes look at you. The blue standing out among the darknessof the room. You step inside slightly. Seeing his jacket and waistcoat discarded on the sofa. "It appears to have gone well with Mr Thompson". He nods. Sipping his drink. Placing it onto the counter top he stands up.

"Go back to bed Flo. I'll be up shortly". His voice quiet. You nod. Turning back around. Going up the stairs. Reaching the top step you hear the living room door shut. Looking down the stairs to see darkness. You look downwards. Letting out a soft sigh as you head to your bedroom. Shutting the door and getting under the warm covers.

You wake up the next morning. Letting out a soft groan as you sit up. Hearing happy voices downstairs. Unsual given the normal tone of voice your new family has. AWare of the cold spot next to you. Not unsuaul. He sometimes stayed downstairs or in his own room next door.

You get out of bed. Wrapping your dressing gown round your body as you hear multiple voices. Heading into the living room you see your husband and his brothers. The three of them drinking and smoking. You fold your arms over your torso. Aware that you are still in your night clothes.

Arthur is the first to spot you. Coming over to you. The smell of alcohol on his breath. "Tommy told us what you did. That you helped Harry to fuck off" you chuckle slightly

"I suppose you could put it like that" you smile as he hugs you. Your arms going to your sides. Hanging awkwardly. Moving away he holds up his drink

"To Mrs SHelby"

"Ayy Mrs Shelby" you hear John call out. Your smile growing slightly as they drink their drinks in unison.

"Alright you two. Go on. We've still got stuff we need to be doing over in the shop. I'll be over in a bit". They both down their drinks. Heading past you. Them both smiling widely at you as you hear the front door go. Tommy titls his head as he looks at you. Then heading to his bottle of whiskey he grabs out a second glass. Topping up his one before puring you one. Walking over to you he hands you the fresh glass.

"I take it the plan worked?"

"Harry Thompson left late last night. He was seen getting into a car and driving off with his belongings". He clinks his glass to yours "Well done to your first official business ordeal. You're offically a Shelby" Taking a sip his drink as a soft smile appears on your face. His eyes watching yours as you do the same with the glass. Him standing about a foot away from you. You get the scent of whiskey and smoke from him.

"Thats excellent new Mr Shelvy. I'm glad the plan worked"

"As am I"

"What time did you find out he'd gone?"

"Early this morning. John and Arthur came round to tell me. We decided to celebrate the victory and have been celebrating since" you chuckle slightly. His mind only seeming to have noticed your nigthdress. He glances downwards. Trailing his eyes over the fabric before bringing them back up to meet yours.

He downs the rest of his drink. Placing his glass on the small coffee table. Standing straight again he closes the gap between you. His hand coming up to cup your face. Moving his thumb over your lips. Your cheeks going a soft shade of crimson at the affection. Your eyes still fixed on his. "Drink. Got to celebrate this victory, ey?". You smile, turning your head to the side slightly as you down your drink. He takes the opportunity to start kissing yur neck.

You let out a satisified sigh. Feeling his hand take the now empty galss from you. Hearing the soft clink as he places it onto the coffee table. His hands going to your hips as he holds you close to him. Feeling him start to grow in his trousers. The thin fabric of your night dress leaving very little to the imagination for the both of you. He unties the loose knot in the front of your gown. Pulling it off your shoulders and discarding it onot the floor. One hand snaking your waist. The other coming up and gripping at your breasts. His lips attacking your neck as he begins to massage your boob.

Your hands come up. Gently going to the side of his head. Reminvg it from your neck. Making him look at you "Mr Shelby... we cant here... my sisters..."

"You are my wife. And this is my house. Where else do ypu propose I can fuck you, ey?"

"But what if they see us...?" you whisper "Or even hear us for that matter?"

"I'll be quick" his hands moves from your chest where it was happy resting. Resting it over your mouth as he lowers his voice "All you have to do is not make a sound..." a soft whimper escapes your lips. Causing him to grin. His hands both drop to your hips. Forcibly turning you around. Pushing you to armchair in the room. Your hands going to the back of it as a means to not fall over. Your knees hit the plush seat. He rakes up your dress. Holding it up with one hand as he unbuttons his trousers. You hear him spit, seconds later feeling him rubbing his palm over your core. You whine out. Knees going up onto the chair as you push your hips back into his touch.

A few seconds later and he plunges himself into you. The lack of foreplay making the strecth almost unbearable. Causing you to cry out. The hand holding your night dress up moves. Snaking around your waist as he pulls you flush against him. Holding you up as the other hand covers your mouth. He turns your head to look at him. His dull nails digging into the flesh of your cheeks as you feel tears coming to your eyes. He comfortingly sushes you. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust before he starts to move his hips into yours. The pain going through your body quickly turning to pleasure as you cunt quickly adjusts to him. Your hands come up to his arm wrapped around you. Gripping at him.

Holding onto him for dear life as he continuesly plunges his cock in and out of your needy hole. You shut your eyes. Feeling the tears from your eyes fall down your cheeks. But you dont care. Your so focused on him filling you out that you dont care about the tears staining your cheeks. The dull pain between your thighs. The truly vulnerable and submissive state hes put you in. You only care about him. About how good he feels inside of you. And about how close hes managed to get you to your high.

"SUch a good girl for me. Letting me fuck this pretty cunt of yours. Fill you up with my seed. You deserve it, love. Being such a good wife. You deserve to be filled with my cum".

You subconsciously tighten around his words. Although you cant see it, you can feel the grin adorning his face. The hand from your mouth moves. Causing you to open your eyes. Being met with his dark, borderline sadistic gaze. A soft whine leaves your lips as you try and remain quiet. His thrusts slowing slightly.

Your hands come up. Moving from his arms to hold at his face as a feeble 'please' escapes your lips. A few more tears fall down your cheeks. His thumb quickly wiping them away, resting it gently onto your shoulder as he watches your eyes. Fresh tears quickly appearing as you can feel your high slowly drifiting away from you. His thrusts slow but continueus.

"Please sir...". he brushes the hair from your face. Tucking it behind your ear before placing his hand back over your mouth. Your arm goes around his neck as he continues to hold you flush against his body. Your other hand going to his wrist.

He starts thrusting at a godly speed. You practcily scream. Digging your nails into the flesh f his wrist. He kisses your shoulder. Grunting as he pushes himself deep inside of you. Feeling his cum hit your walls. You feel your hips start to spasm. Your own orgasm hitting you. Helping to milk him dry as he mutters a soft 'fuck' against you. His blunt nails digging into the softness of your cheeks as you tighten around him. You shut your eyes. A few more tears trailing down your face as you come down from your high.

His hand going from your mouth to gently brush the liquid away. You reac your hands out. STeadying yourself on the chair again as he pulls out of you. Watching his seed fall from your folds. He collects the jucies onto his tip. Pushing them back into your hole. You whine out in discomfort. Overstimulation and the dull ache being to much for you. But he thrusts a few more times before pulling out fully. Bringing your nightdress down to cover your intimate part before he puts himself back int his trousers.

Your breathing becomes steady again. Resting down into the chair. Feeling his hand brush your hair out of your face. You open your eyes. A tired smile on your face as you meet his blue eyes. "I have some work to do" you nod. Turning so you can stand up. Him steadying you as you wobble slightly. A slight smirk on his face. Knowing that hes the reason for your unsteadyiness. But your to cock drunk to care at this moment in time.

"I'll see you later then Mr Shelby" he smiles. Nodding as he lets your arm go. Going to the front door as yu hear it bang behind him. Quickly followed by the sound of his voice next door. You give yourself a few more minutes before getting up off the chair. Going upstairs to get dressed.

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[silverzoomies]

Ok so I've been a fan of Evan since days of future past came out. Like, the day it came out. I saw the premier or whatever it's called in theaters so DUH I LOVE QUICKSILVER SO MUCH 😞😞 anyways I know you're not taking requests but like I'm a little bit chubby (this is relevant I swear) and I CANNOT stop thinking about Peter and reader! being in a serious long term relationship, but they haven't gone all the way yet. Like, heavy make out session? Yes! Peter getting painfully hard during said make out session? Check. Make out session turns into peters desperately grinding, letting out the neediest little whines. Absolutely. Him definitely busting in his pants at readers! breathless little moans? Every. Single. Time. Never all the way though. He desperately wants to bone but he's willing to wait as long as he wants to because he thinks reader! doesn't want to, but they're just as desperate as he is but scared of what he would think because they're chubby. During one of their heated.. laundry day inducing make out sessions one thing leads to another and reader! ends up telling Peter why they haven't wanted to go all the way, and Peter proves to them he doesn't think that [;)] and talks reader! through it the whole time.

YOU DONT HAVE TO ADD THIS TO YOUR REQUESTS OR TURN IT INTO A FIC IF YOU DONT WANT TO. I just had to share this with somebody and OBVIOUSLY because you're one of my favorite writers I had to come to you with this (hi I've sent u a lot of messages 🎀) and since you're another huge quickie fan I thought you'd enjoy this :3 SORRY IF THIS WAS SUPER LONG OR IF IT DIDNT MAKE SENSE I'm mad at typing sometimes smh

helllooooooo anon, my lovely !!! i love you so much !! forgive me, i haven't written in a while !! i tried my best to make somethin' out of this because it was such a cute idea !! i hope a headcanon list will suffice !! also, please don't ever apologize for sending me long asks. i'm not kidding when i say they make my day, i love them so much !!

headcanons || peter maximoff x chubby!reader

to preface, i think we should consider some key things about our speedy goofball

peter’s a mutant. he knows exactly what it feels like to be alienated for something he has no control over

second of all, the guy’s a little bit of a weirdo

i legitimately doubt he would judge, or think less of anyone for something as superficial as looks

seriously. If he vibes with you, and you’re patient enough with him - you’re sexy as hell

it’s as simple as that, sorry. just bein' honest

so what if you’re a little thicker? he can’t get enough of you

he’s so addicted to you, in fact, you’ve got him trippin’ a little bit

like, he’s kinda goin’ cuckoo

the two of you make out a lot. so much. it’s like you’re glued to one another. any free time you have together usually consists of hanging out, and making out. not that he’s complaining

it’s definitely awesome. and it feels totally great. he does this freaky thing with his tongue that makes you squirm under him every time 

and the way you whine into each smooch - oh, man - you have him longing to get even closer

make outs eventually turn to dry humping. it’s kind of humiliating the first few times...

...since the grinding always seems to end with him busting a load in his jeans. and he whimpers too much...jeez...

but you always praise him for it, which never fails to turn him on even more

things get so heated between the two of you, escalating so often - peter finds himself confused

like…why haven’t you let him…y’know…

once or twice, he hints he wants to go down on you. and there’s no way you misread his signals. he’s pretty blunt about his needs

but you’re always so reluctant. you feign ignorance, or try to distract him with more intense kisses and pretty moans

peter’s never been a patient guy. the fact that he’s willing to wait this long for you says a lot. like, shit…he must really really really like you

but even now…fuck…he’s so worked up. he’s getting a little too bored of being limited to smooching

like, c’mon…do you think he’s ugly or something?? does he smell?? what’s the deal??

he never considered you might be self conscious. his brain doesn’t really operate like that. he’s all impulsivity and living in the moment

in the midst of making out, his hands travel where they don’t usually dare to go. he takes confident chances, fondling your tits over your clothes. but just as things heat up, you redirect his attention again

his blood almost boils. he’s way too hard for this, aching to get closer, and you’re just…gah! why’re you holdin’ yourself back? 

at last, you confess…you’ve been self conscious the whole time

ah

why didn’t you just say somethin’ before? peter tries not to laugh at how silly you sound. obviously, he’s super attracted to you. why else would he spend all his free time with you, tryna get up close and personal?

as things finally move forward, he dials up the sweetness a few notches

and damn, the wait for this was more than worth the uptick in laundry days (thanks to one too many nuts busted in his boxers)

he covers every last inch of your gorgeous body in kisses, as you let him shed you of your clothes

his masculine hands are more gentle than you expect

unclothed together, he doesn’t hesitate to get as close as he possibly can

you’re soft and cozy, and his body is like a furnace

months of pent-up desire leave him so horny, he can’t hold back anymore

through it all, he’s quick to remind you how much of a fox you are. peter teases you with his tongue in ways you never imagined possible. before rocking your world, flowing with the motion of the ocean

and by that, i mean…you bone. balls deep. hellz to the yeah

embarrassingly enough, it ends just as soon as it starts. but as usual, he recovers fast. and his endless stamina means he’s willing to go at it for hours

which he does. until you’re so exhausted, your limbs are like limp noodles. whoops...sorry about that !!

say...uh...no chance you'd wanna go another round, is there?

peter hopes you’ll be more up front with him from now on. so he spends less time dreamin', and more time goin' at it 🤍

[dontworryihaveyourblorbos]

Fuck it, King Peppy analysis.

I see a *lot* of Peppy hate, and I get it, but I also have to break my silence. I really do not think he’s as bad as people say he is. In fact, I kind of like him! “But he lied about the strings!” “But he didnt rescue the snack pack!” “But he lied about Viva!”. And to that I say ladies and gentlemen, let me cook.

1. He lied about the strings. OF COURSE he did. Peppy knew three things: one, like Branch said, the strings coming together leads to fighting. Two, if Poppy knew there were other trolls, she’d immediately apply the cupcakes and rainbows and hugs method until they were besties. Three, the strings and ensuing fight+whatever Poppy was cooking would be too much for the tiny tiny Pop troll population to handle. They can’t fight, so they do what pop trolls do best, hide. That’s exactly what Peppy was trying to do. Next.

2. He didn’t go to rescue the snack pack in the first movie. First of all, mans is ancient. Second, someone needed to stay behind and watch the villagers while they were in Branch’s bunker. He’s not built for long ass physically intensive adventures, but he can run a village and hold authority and keep everything from being trashed completely, which he did. We can safely assume that the bunker was fine after the first movie and not completely destroyed, likely thanks to Peppy. If he hadn’t stayed behind and kept everyone in check, the place would have been uninhabitable. But nah, Peppy kept everyone safe and stable. Hell yeah brother.

3. He lied about Viva. Can you imagine how devastated Poppy would be to learn that she has a sister, only for that joy to be crushed when he has to tell her that said sister is dead? Poppy wouldn’t be able to let it go, especially with her longing to have a sister. Why make her mourn someone she doesn’t know when she doesn’t have to? Why give her that trauma when she, in all reality, is fine not knowing? Because even if it was messed up because she found out, before she found out Viva was alive she was…completely fine. And he said it himself, he was heartbroken. Pop trolls don’t process their feelings, they repress and sing a happy song a little louder than usual. How was Peppy supposed to heal from his own loss and sadness, only to then turn and inflict it on his only remaining daughter, while still in survival mode? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

Look, I’m not saying King Peppy is perfect or that he didn’t make mistakes. I’m just saying that he did his best, and he’s not a bad character, person, or dad. He raised Poppy to be the amazing Queen she is, he brought his people out of a horrific and dangerous situation and kept them safe, and when he couldn’t protect them anymore he knew his limits and passed the torch on to his daughter while still supporting her, and he went to therapy and began to change his mindsets and heal from everything. He’s definitely not as bad as some people say he is.

One last thing I noticed about him while rewatching TBT. When a Pop Troll is happy, consistently, their ears stay pointed upwards. When a Troll is sad, their ears droop down. And if they’re sad or gray for long enough, their ears droop down permanently. (Cough cough see my Floyd and Branch ear post cough cough.)

Peppy’s ears are the only ones that just…stick out flat. Forgive me, I couldn’t find any good screenshots from tbt.

Not sad, not happy. To me, this means repressed. He wasn’t just chilling in the background like teehee I’ve made no mistakes ever :3. No, he didn’t like that he had to do those things. He had major trauma and probably a ton of issues he was hiding or repressing, and is only just now beginning to work through them. Why only now? Because he’s not in survival mode anymore. Poppy is queen, strings are destroyed, bergens are chilling, okay, now he can begin the healing process.

Sorry for the novel, but I just really like Peppy and I think a lot of people don’t cut him enough slack or give him enough credit. He’s doin his best.

[graysontheslime]

Safety and Consent in Fandom

I don't really do this stuff, so sorry if I'm wording this all wrong. However, I think this is important enough to make a post about. This is a post about how fandom events aren't doing enough to protect teenagers from making sexual content for adults.

Teenagers cannot be making sexual content for adults for a multitude of reasons, one of them being that they cannot trust adults on the internet. Being asked to create such content for them could lead to them being pressured to create more or being hurt. Not correctly safeguarding this from happening can directly cause this to happen. 

The event that largely inspired this post, and the one I'll be talking about, is MCYT rarepair exchange (@mcyt-rarepair-exchange). It's a great idea for an exchange, and would have really recommended it, however, there's a major problem with how it's being run. Also as the response to said problem when I approached a mod was poorly handled. For the sake of privacy, I won't reveal who the mod is nor who I was assigned to.

When I got my assignment, it had NSFW prompts. This isn't a problem in of itself, however, I did not sign up nor consent to create or receive NSFW. If i was an adult, i likely would have picked the SFW prompt and moved along, but it was already a problem that i was given the option to. Because I am not an adult. I should not have been sent something with NSFW prompts, especially with the fact that I am under 18.

I asked to speak to a mod for an explanation, as this has not happened to me before, and I was confused on why I was given said assignment. This was their response:

This already raised a few flags for me, as the server and the exchange isn't 18+, and yet anyone is getting paired with NSFW content; including people who haven't consented to such. To be more specific, the exchange is 13+, which means, potentially, 13 year olds could be paired with someone asking for NSFW. Along with this, from the ao3 sign up we filled out, it made it seem as though NSFW was something to opt-in to by checking the explicit box. I did not do this, and yet I was given NSFW prompts anyways. Their system was either handled wrong or didnt work.

I figured this event must be new and didn't think this bit through too much, as I myself am running an event and have missed things to add to rules or how things are running, which have led to less than ideal solutions. However, I believe speaking up was necessary as children should not be given the opportunity to create sexual content for adults. At best, they could be creeped out as I was. At worst, it could go downhill very quickly if they decided to go for it and this could have been the start of a connection that puts them in danger.

Their response was dismissive. They didn't address the problem that I brought up, nor tried to take any measures in the future other than “taking it into consideration”. The problem here was not that I was uncomfortable. The problem is that I, someone under 18, who did not consent to being sent NSFW prompts, was sent an adult’s NSFW prompts anyways. It's not that I felt unsafe, it's that the situation was unsafe. It was said  in the event's rules that you must be 18 or older to receive or create NSFW, yet they’ve failed to stop NSFW prompts going to people under 18. 

They do seem to agree that showing 13 year olds/minors sexual content is not right, as in their Tumblr rules it says so! If the mod team describes NSFW as “anything you wouldn't feel comfortable showing to a 13 year old”, why didn't they take measures to stop NSFW prompts to going to 13-17 year olds? It's one thing to make this mistake, but another to ignore it entirely when it's as major as this one.

They, however, did not listen to me. They did not even respond to my concerns until an hour later when a different mod DMed me this, saying my concerns were in bad faith and that I questioned the mod’s competence. I do fail to see where exactly I questioned their competence. If they felt attacked or poorly treated by me voicing my concerns I do feel sorry, but I also feel that's on them to regulate. If you are a mod, you need to be able to handle criticism and handle people coming to you with safety concerns. You need to be able to take it seriously, not take it as an attack. 

I attempted to respond to the new mod, trying to re-explain myself, but  I was quite literally talking to a brick wall, as they have their dms off for people not in servers they’re in, or people who aren’t friends with them. I was also then kicked from the server for raising concern.

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When you start to run an event, you are creating a community. And by running or modding that event, you are directly responsible for what happens inside of that community. It is irresponsible to send NSFW to minors, whether they consented for it or not. And not only that, but it is also irresponsible to send an adult’s NSFW requests to minors, for the sake of the adult! I highly doubt the adults who requested NSFW  knew they were possibly going to children! 

There was no consent given on my part to be given anything NSFW, and I highly doubt my assignment consented to their NSFW requests to be given to me as a minor. 

MCYT-Rarepair-Exchange has done a horrible job of keeping their community safe. The person running this event and their mod team are handling NSFW requests poorly, and people need to know that it is wrong to handle events like such. I did not presume ignorance on their part, but I will say now, this response to valid concerns is ignorant. 

It is ignorant to send out NSFW to minors from adults, and it is even more ignorant to not see why the hell this is a problem. 

This type of behavior needs to be addressed and changed, but by the way the mod/runner spoke to me, I am highly skeptical of that happening. I am not making this post because I want everyone who sees it to go dog pile and hate on these people, please do not do that. I'm not even making this post to change their minds and make them do something about this. I have little faith that i can with how they have handled my concerns. I'm making this because people could be dangerously taken advantage of or hurt with this. This is about more than just the Rarepair exchange, I'm making this so that people running these kinds of events know that it is not acceptable. So that teenagers who don't want to be sent sexual prompts and adults who don't want their sexual prompts to go to teenagers know that this is a problem they need to watch out for in these events. I love doing exchanges and I love being a part of the MCYT community. But seeing people creating harmful environments for people who are a part of this community, people I know, myself included, is so soul crushing. Fandoms, in large, should be a safe space where you can get away from serious things and create and have fun together. Especially exchanges! If events like this don't keep their space safe, and nobody speaks up when they fail to do so, more events could do just that, and people could get hurt. I do hope that other people running events and other mod teams can learn from this instead of repeating its mistakes.

[roomsofangel]

CHAPTER TWENTY — IS THIS WHAT THE POETS MEANT?

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warnings not really any i think of right off the bat

WRITING BELOW .ᐟ

you were nervous.

you attempted to rub your hands that were a tad bit damp from your sweat onto your clothes, face cringing before checking your phone for the hundredth time to check the clock. it was only two minutes ago that san sent his last message yet you were checking constantly as if he was running late to an important meeting.

‘maybe its not too late to back out..’ you thought to yourself, sinking in your seat as you messed with the strings of your hoodie, staring at the half drunk boba tea yeosang got you before walking you here. maybe you could ask zane for help, maybe even his soulmate felix could sprinkle in some baker wisdom. frowning, you pushed the thoughts aside and have to reluctantly commit to the cards you’ve been dealt

“you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that,” an amused voice spoke, it was airy as if he was out of breath but still had enough to laugh and tease, your head lifted to see san who slid off the hood from his jacket from his head, taking the seat in front of you.

“you’ll give an unlucky someone a heart attack just popping up like that,” you repeated in a similar fashion, lightly mumbling with a slight head shake which san replied to with another amused laugh, adjusting himself in his seat

you noticed how san was a lot more buffer than you remembered, but to be fair the only glimpses you caught of him were of him in distress or moving as if his life depended on it — now that you actually sat in front of him, you took in all his features and it made your stomach churn. why was your heart nearly falling out if your chest? is this was poets meant when they wrote about these metaphors?

taking note of his features, your eyes scanned his clothes and they nearly popped out their sockets at the notice of familiar color scheme, the both of you wearing a similar outfit with a similar palette, is this that soulmate telepathy or were you reading into it too much?

meanwhile, san wanted to make this fast. he had to. maybe it was the fact he knew exactly what could have been in your mind, it was only expected when he had the same thoughts. he knew this build up, he knew the steps that would be taken and it did not help that you were his soulmate at all. it was as if he’s seen this film before, but he didnt want to stick around long enough to even figure out if he would like the ending

“so.. baking,” your voice rung in his ears and filled his head, his face scrunching as he got back into reality and he looked at you, your face mirroring his own while your fingers messed with the straw of your cup.

he nodded, “baking,” he repeated as if he was some sort of parrot and looked around the spot on campus you two agreed on meeting at. the interior was nice, the amount of fake plants there were made him feel as if he was a sim and the player just needed to fill in some empty spaces but he didnt care too much for it.

“i was thinking we could do strawberry? with maybe a cream cheese sort of frosting?” you thought outloud, mentioning to san who looked as if he understood nothing while you continued going on, humming here and there while sipping your drink. “jongho and i were originally going to do different flavors and make some sort of art through it,” you snorted

and san hated how he found it endearing, and he hated how he found himself straightening his posture and not being able to stop the next words from flowing, “then lets do that!”

you looked at him, eyes blinking to process what he had just said before smiling a little. “oh.. okay! i could show you the ideas and what me and jongho took inspo from?” you offered and he couldnt stop himself from nodding, especially when your own happiness seemed to fill his entire body as well.

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[authorautism]

Senku X Autistic!Gn!Reader headcanons

To start this guy is autistic I know it science is his SPIN and I love that for him so so much. For how the relationship starts there's two ways Senku and Reader are childhood friends though in middle school Reader kisses Senku because their peers talked about how they seem to be dating already. Reader decides that the peck on the check they gave Senku and he didnt wipe off is good enough evidence that they're probably dating now. Senku meanwhile literally forgets this happened and their friendship doesn't change at all. He is completely unaware of his own feelings but not in a "oh he's in denial way" but a "it's always been like this with them they're one of the most important people to me" way. And just waking up in the stone world Reader introduces themself as Senku's partner and everyone is shocked. Que Senku finally realizing his feelings and after tinkering alone in his lab he presents a gift of science OFC to confess and Reader is just like "We've been dating for like 2 years Ku… I thought we just agreed to take it slow after the first kiss is all." AUGH I love this so much.

Number 2 is both have no idea they're basically dating connected at the hip both post and pre stone age. Then Senku realizes that he hasn't been spending as much time with his favourite person and gets frustrated, which turns into wondering why he cares so much. Like he can spend a day or more away from his other best friends and it never effects him this much at all what's so different with them? Of course he goes to talk about this with Reader since that's what he always does and sees Ryusui flirting with them [playfully] and jealousy just fills him and 'oh oh no.' He understands now why didn't he see the signs in himself much sooner? Though after beating himself up a bit later that evening he just talks to Reader about it. Que very cute blunt confession from Senku that has the Reader giggly and stimming as they explain how they like him in the same way too!

He just is so amazing with a partner like him they take turns info dumping about their SPINs and Senku rebuilds things for them and it's great for both of them. Personally I don't see Senku struggling with sensory issues too much but if/when his partner does he's so so good about it. Need some dark time he is already telling people you need some time as he leads you to an empty hut. Ginro is being too loud? He's told him to be quiet while offering some freshly made ear defenders to you. He 1 billion percent makes sure to have anything you may need on him all the time. But the thing I can see him struggling with is helping during verbal shutdowns. When Senku is in a verbal shutdown he doesn't really pay any mind to the fact he can't speak he isn't exactly a social butterfly, as long as he can still work on things and hand over telling people what to do to Gen he's content. So playing translator/voice while you're in a verbal shutdown isn't something that comes to mind with him at first. But he of course knows sign to still be able to communicate with you.

Also everyone else thinking y'all are going to have some sort of weird or chaotic relationship are always surprised at how "normal" it is. Senku and you both have dates planned on a shared calendar in your hut and regularly try to meet during the day to have quiet chats. Reader is definitely more physically affectionate because he just forgets that he can just do that whenever he wants with them. Greeting him with a crushing hug before each chat he claims it helps him reset from his science and really focus on you. And just holding hands while you walk together, he isn't big on PDA not that he is flustered by it or anything like that but because he tries to play by societies rules and that's usually a no go all the time.

Ok small drabble time: You pause your work as you see Gen approaching, wondering why he was here since he was assigned a different task from you and not to mention it wasn't time for a break yet either.

"Excuse me," He chimes in pig latin followed by your name. "I was just wondering what do you and Senku get up to on your secret dates."

"Well they're not really secret at all Gen. We have them on our calendar and I think everyone comes and goes from there all day?" Confusion clear you try and figure out what Gen means though his use of pig latin usually means he's being playful are lying.

"Some of the villagers think you're doing mad science while you're gone since Senku is always bursting with energy the next day. But I'm just here to set the record straight rumours like that should be squashed fast?" He leans closer to you as he spoke understanding now clear to you.

"Oh, well that's because we usually talk about that sort of stressful stuff on our dates. Then we also kiss a bunch which is always amazing and he tells me about what we're going to work on next and the road map to finally rebuilding society. And I tell him about how I've started teaching more advance music to Kinro and Suika and how they're improving over all." Nodding your head to punctuate each thing that happens on your date.

"But that's so normal. That's really all it takes to get him excited for more science. How boring." With that Gen sulks away though knowing him he may have just lost a bet from learning that.

NSFW Below cut

On that same calendar y'all plan when your'e having sex. With Senku's normal to low sex drive it's never more then 3 times a week at most usually with one being the night of your date. Speaking of dates are a FULL DAY event not only do you both unwind in each others company. You also discuss what you want to do for the scene later tonight. ALOT of they sex you have is scenes even more tame nights since the planning helps you both feel more comfortable in what will happen.

I can see Senku as either playing a service top though more in the sense of making you feel good is important to him. Heavy into oral he definitely has a habit of chewing things as he thinks and you are no different to his clothes, pencils and even paper clips. So 9 times out of 10 it turns into a sensory seeking thing for him rather then actually getting you off. But you can never say no to him when he looks at you like that. Most of his service top lays heavy on being of use to you seeing him as a sex toy gets him way off especially if you say how science is involved in some way. When he's in service top mode he prefers face when another so usually opts for missionary most of the time just so he can see how he's making you feel and admire how pretty you are to him. Post stone age he has a massive breeding kink so this paired with being a sort of robot fuck machine that's only job is to come in you has him really going. Though even if you can't get pregnant expect him to talk about how mpreg could be possible in some way instead of getting rest. Now on the other hand he does also enjoy being a sub top he doesn't enjoy bottoming since the sensations are just too much for him. But he's more then happy to have you riding him at your own pace for as long as you want. Cock warming is a big yes for him though harder to do in the stone age but before he would always ask for you to ride him as you do your homework. Ask him questions you don't get to really see his brain buffer. Enjoys cowgirl and reverse mating presses a LOT honestly when he's in sub space he will go with any position you discus beforehand with ease. Now onto kinks overall I think Senku is mostly vanilla but open to trying most things. Minus degradation and any sort of real pain. Very big into ownership sex is one of the few times his mind really turns off minus his counting so just being and listening to what you tell him to do is amazing for him. Can get behind roleplay but will often get too involved into creating a big story that he forgets about the sex. There have been many evening ruined by debating how Mecha Senku would be able to cum and if he can get anyone pregnant with synthetic cum. Major rope bunny tie him up he LOVES the deep pressure it resets his brain in the best ways. You definitely tie his arm straps for him daily making it both a ownership thing and just so romantic. Temperature play though he prefers cold to heat a ice cube sliding against his heated skin is amazing sensory input for him. I sadly don't see him being very sensitive with certain areas but Estim has him in a choke hold using science for sex is the best of both worlds for you. PRASIE HIM please he needs it every session talk about how he's making you feel, how pretty he is, how good he looks with his brain off anything and everything he craves it. Finally last but never least orgasm control always tell him when he can cum or you'll have a very edged Senku. Finally aftercare; usually split even between you two no matter what the scene was. It's a team effort to clean one another up and change the bedding. Senku doesn't usually get sub drop or anything since pain and degradation is very removed from scenes but he is always quick to communicate how thing were for him afterwards and wants the same from you. Cuddling and pillow talk are a must because of that though after you discuses the scene he always make sure to ask about your day in case there was a detail he missed. Tells you about his own day in return and asks if you'd like some science facts to lull you to sleep, his voice is soothing normally but after sex it gets even more intense and rich. Even while asleep you don't separate from one another completely.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Jail Break (Father x Reader)

raffle prize for @jezy ! i hope you like this! this was my first time writing a fic that was more action and stealth based so hopefully i didnt totally fail in that area!! prompt: you bust a sick benedict out of the arctic base after he fails one of his plans notes: reader is gn, reader is not a villain theyre a normal person, toiletnator cameo, i forgot a lot of the arctic base stuff so im going off of memory because i have no current access to knd episodes </3 word count: 2262 cws: none

You couldn’t believe you were doing this… and doing it alone, at that! What were you thinking? Exactly, you weren’t! You knew there were people more capable of jailbreaking Benedict from his cell in the arctic base, but your own worry had consumed you; you acted as quickly as possible without truly making a plan. 

And now here you were, peeking around the corner of a wall, your free hand gripping a heavy bag filled with any tool and gadget you could get your hands on from your partner’s mansion. You didn’t even know what half of them did, for all you knew at least one of them could be a plain pen… one did look like one, but upon trying to write with it you found it was in fact a laser of sorts. 

You suck in a breath and hug the wall as a child walks right past you, not taking a second to glance at you as you huddled against a vending machine.

 A few seconds pass, and you finally bring yourself back to your feet and return to your position at the corner. A line of cells, some empty and others containing an adult that had been captured. You recognized some of the ones who were gripping the bars and muttering words you couldn’t hear. 

Two operatives sat at a table next to the nearest cell, playing a card game. You needed to get past them without giving yourself away. 

Your hand grips the straps of the bag you carried, before pulling it open… nothing seemed to be a good idea- you didn’t want to actually fight them… they were children, afterall… Your teeth grind together for a moment. 

You look at the vending machine and feel your pockets for dollars. Kids like junk food, right?

Hastily shoving the bills into the machine and scooping up the bags you could afford you stand for a moment. You still can’t just walk up towards them and offer them… so you do the first thing that comes to mind and chuck them to one of the side hallways further down the one you were looking down. The bags slam and crunch from the impact, and you can hear them slide and bounce off the floor. 

In an instant the operatives are getting up from their seats to check out the noise- and you take this as your chance to rush down the hallway as fast as possible. You hear one of them comment on the snack choice, seemingly more than pleased to find free food. 

The first cell you reach is empty, and the second contains… You frown as you lock eyes with a pair of bright blue ones. Before Toiletnator can even get a (rather loud) word out, you silence him. 

“Lou-” You hiss through clenched teeth as you instinctively grab his face through the bars and squish it. He stares back wide eyed as you loosen your grasp. “Is Be- Is Father here?” You whisper. Toiletnator pulls his face away from the bars and his brows knit together. “He is-” He gasps. “Are you here to bust us out?” 

“Where is he?”

He doesn’t seem at all phased or dampened by you ignoring his question. He slips a long arm through the bars and points further down the hall. “I think he’s waaaaaaaaaaaay towards the end- hey-!” You hear him call after you as you speed walk to where he pointed. Lou was right, Benedict was in the second to last cell on this side of the hallway. 

You knock your knuckle against the bars and almost instantly regret it with a hiss. “Benedict-” You whisper, unable to finish your sentence before Benedict lets out one of the loudest sneezes you’ve ever heard come from a human being. Your own throat hurts just by hearing it and seeing how it tore through his curled form.

A frown contorts across your face. “Benedict I’m here to get you home,” You rattle the bar with one hand and dive your free one into the bag. There has to be something you can use to get through the bars…

Did this place have alarms? 

The thought only just now crossed your mind, but nothing seemed to have gone off… yet…

There had to be something…

“Why are you here?” Benedict wheezed, his words far less forced and strained than they usually are- at least not in the way they were normally. He sounded… exhausted, as if every word took a special kind of will to force out. He pushed himself into a sitting position as drooped yellow eyes stared right at you. He was still shrouded in shadow, but even against the dim lighting you can tell how bad he looked.

“I’m getting you out of here and taking you home,” You repeat yourself.

“That’s not…” But he sneezed before he could finish and groaned as he dug his knuckles into his temples. You make a mental note to make some soup when you return home. 

If you return home.

You stare at him, sudden annoyance bubbling up inside of you. He was already ill before he went off to invade this base, even if it was a simple fever… and he still went anyway, and got caught. You bite back your tongue for now, scolding him wasn’t going to empty his cell.

You pull out various tools and put them to the bars- nothing seemed to be able to get the job done. 

Eyes dart to the hallway to make sure the operatives haven’t returned to their posts, and so far it doesn’t seem like it. Toiletnator seemed to have gotten his head stuck between the bars, presumably trying to keep an eye on what you were doing. It didn’t look like he noticed yet. 

You pull out another gadget… the pen. You stare intently at it, twirling it around in your hands; careful not to click it on and burning yourself. Tapping your nail against it, you figure it was worth a shot… when you tried it it seemed stupidly powerful given how small it was.

“Stay where you are,” You mutter, but Benedict had made no move to get closer to you. 

Clicking the pen, you let the red laser dig into the bars- and to your shock and surprise, it actually began to cut through. Cleanly, mind you. You’d ask Benedict why he had this specific object while making him soup.

You grip the bar before it can fall to the ground, and shuffle it next to you. You repeat the process until there was a big enough gap for Benedict to fit through- which… admittedly, it didn't take long at all. You pocket the pen, and lean into the cell. 

Squinting, you frown as you watch Benedict shamble over towards you. You gently take his hands- warm and clammy- into yours and help pull him through the bars. The shadows engulfing him feel… different. Almost sludgy, but still solid. He shuffles next to you as you keep a hand wrapped around his side, and one of his arms slung around your shoulder.

“Come on… if we hurry…” You mutter as you pass by Toiletnator who begins going off on where you’re going- aren’t you going to bust him out too? What about him-

You only offer a soft apology to him as you practically dragged Benedict across the floor, each step leaving him weaker than he was before.

“I told you going was a terrible idea,” You say through clenched teeth. His breathing hitches as he prepares to say something in response, but you’re both silenced as the operatives round the corner and lock eyes with you.

It’s a horribly long pause, with the four of you locking onto each other. You catch Benedict trying to summon some fire, only for sparks to slip between his fingertips. That was enough to break the trance, the silence erupting into shouts. 

You nearly hiss a swear but swallow it before it can slip out- these are children after all. 

You begin to make a break for it, nearly dragging Benedict across the floor as his legs begin to crumble under him. “Hey- HEY-!” He tried to roar but it only came out in a rasped voice- vocal cords gone raw from his sickness. You tug him closer as finally, the base’s alarms pierce through the air. Something flies past your head, you whip your head around to see the two operatives from before aiming a gun full of gumballs at you. 

Your feet bump into each other, nearly taking you down to the floor. Benedict yelps as the arm wrapped around your shoulder tenses against you.

You glance at him. He’s far too ill to keep up with you- not that you were an athlete… but you didn’t want all of this effort to go to waste. You snake an arm behind his legs and tug him off of the ground- at least he won’t be dragging anymore. 

It was all adrenaline, you were sure- but there wasn’t any time to answer Benedict’s yammering as his fingers scrambled around and into your shoulders to try to anchor him to you. He rested his head against yours, covering his eyes as a dull groan escaped him. The movement could not be good for him. Hopefully, he wouldn’t throw up on you. 

You zip through hallways and mumble faint apologies as you dive and push through confused operatives trying to locate the problem- a few times you narrowly avoid getting tackled to the ground. Multiple times you nearly twisted your ankle trying to weave around the chaos.

Finally, you managed to burst through the exit and make a mad dash for the vehicle you used to make the trip. Blasts go off behind you as they try to take you down, but out of sheer luck you clamber inside and slam everything on, and rise into the air. Faint dings are the only thing cutting through your panting, but even that fades as you get too high in the air. You set the vehicle on autopilot- silently thanking whoever added that feature as you punched in where you needed to go…you didn’t know how to drive an aircraft, much less one masquerading as an ice cream truck.

You turn in the driver’s seat and shoot a soft glare at Benedict as he cradles his head in his hands in the passenger’s seat. Your eyes soften.

Not now. You’ll get onto him later. 

You relax into the seat and look into the rear view mirror. The arctic base continues to get smaller and smaller as each second passes. You can see operatives scrambling around on the ground in the remains of the chaos, they look like ants. 

A sigh you didn’t know you were holding finally releases itself. Finally, Benedict brings his head up to look at you. His shadow drips off of him like ooze, paled skin peeked through holes. You lean over and fiddle with the lever on the side of the seat. 

“These should be able to recline backwards, right?” You ask, mostly speaking to yourself as you pull it, and slowly lower Benedict into a mostly laying down position. He groaned with each soft jolt as he was lowered further. You mutter an apology each time. 

“There… that’s better than sitting up…” You pull your hands back into yourself. His yellow eyes are fixated on your face, though they looked glazed over. His teeth clicked and chattered every few seconds. 

You want to say something, to get onto him for being so reckless. So careless, but he looks so defeated by his own body. You bite your tongue as you fumble with your coat… you ignore the mustard stains- no doubt from the weapons the operatives used on you. You place it clean side down on him. You crank up the heat, ignoring any thought that you may be melting the ice cream stored in the truck. 

You face forward, and drum your fingers on your thighs. 

“I should have listened to you,” Benedict croaked.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye but don’t offer a response.

“I’m sorry,” He added when you didn’t immediately acknowledge him. 

You suck in a breath through your teeth, and dig your knuckles into yourself. “It’s…” 

It wasn’t okay. You may have both escaped but what if you hadn’t?

You stop yourself and puff out your cheeks as you try to think of something to say. 

“It’s not okay, but we will talk about it when you’re feeling better. I don’t want to have this conversation right now while you’re in this state- it feels unfair to keep you from resting,” You say firmly. He doesn’t argue with you.

“You’re staying home until you’re better, too. No evil villain nonsense.” You add. He opens his mouth to speak but the glare you give him has him snapping his jaws shut. 

“Of course, of course,” He mumbles, all the fight sucked out of him thanks to the sickness. He’s not as stubborn when he’s ill, at least you have that to be thankful for. 

The rest of the ride home is spent in near silence; only being broken by Benedict’s coughs and sneezes as he drifts into an uneasy sleep. 

You reach over to him and run your fingers through his hair, now exposed from his shadow. It was unkempt. You make a third mental note to draw him a bath once he’s well enough to clean himself.

[cleromancy]

Something has been bugging me recently. Do you ever notice how people (particularly Jason stans) go on about how Tim victim blame's Jason for his own death, but fail to mention how Alfred and Bruce are guilty of doing the same thing in the past? Why do these two (especially Alfred) get a pass?

LMAO LIKE... EVERYONES DONE IT. BRUCE ALFRED DICK BABS *SELINA* OF ALL PEOPLE ONE TIME... actually id have to double check that one idr exactly what she said about jason it might have just been that hes unhinged (<- also a thing everyones said at some point) but like. everyones freakin done it. or at least *implied* it.

tim is a special case for a reason though--and ill come back to bruce and alfred later--and its not just bc fandom wants a scapegoat to pin All The Victim-Blaming on. on a meta level tim was specifically created to be jasons opposite, and to ~rehabilitate the robin role and make robin palatable again to modern readers. (and to be clear this wasnt bc readers didn't like jason specifically--it was the idea of robin at all, and to a lesser extent just replacing the orig. jason just took on the mantle at a really unfortunate period in comics culture.) so the comparisons to jason are baked in right off the bat. and tim has to be "better". tim had to prove that a robin was necessary so that dc could keep having one, he had to justify it so that the blame didnt fall on bruce for getting a child killed (or yk even just out there fighting crime at all). theres also an element of class dynamics thats. i mean. jason was a homeless street kid and tims this fancy little distinctly upper middle class kid who replaces him, without derailing to get too deep into that the optics already arent fucking great.

but tims creation aside, just as far as how often it comes up... tim also takes the role of robin really seriously, and its everything to him, so he spends a lot of time thinking about it, what it means to wear the uniform & fulfil the role. so hes the one whos most frequently in the position to be thinking about jason, after bruce. so tim winds up being the one pushing the bulk of the bad/angry/impulsive robin narrative retcon dc wanted to push bc... its the most directly relevant to him. bruce doesnt have much narrative need to think about jason "failing" or not being good enough until under the red hood... except to be like "i dont have to worry about tim bc hes not like jason." lmao. and then you have tim who does not want to get killed, like jason did, so he spends time thinking about how to not end up like jason. which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how being a victim of murder works but i think understandable thing for a child replacement of another dead child to latch onto (particularly one as prone to arrogance & god-complex-itude as Our Timmy, lol). and both on a meta level and in-universe this is about shifting the blame off of bruce and onto the victim because tim needs to keep filling the role hes filling without it being bruces fault that jason died in the first place, bc reckoning with batman and child endangerment is not smth the comics had ever really planned on doing in a serious way.

but as for why singling tim out over bruce and alfred-- the kind of ppl who do this already generally think bruce sucks past the point of being interested in ~holding him accountable~ for absolutely anything... like "bruce sucks, everyone knows he sucks, enough said." i think the logic is generally like "if tims not a total shithead like bruce, then why is he doing shithead stuff like bruce does :/" and then pinning it all on tim as opposed to considering like "hey uhhh do you think maybe hearing stories about jason from bruce influences how tim thinks of jason over the years." if that makes sense

as for alfred. people do not want alfred to have any interiority or to ever have been mean or wrong bc then theyd have to actually think about the fact that bruce has a 24/7 domestic servant in his employ, which is just the. tip of the iceberg when you start thinking about alfred as a full character and not a convenient cardboard cutout to prop up whoever the narrative needs him to. also alfreds role in almost every batman narrative is strictly as support, almost no agency within the story to have a meaningful impact, and people generally respond to the character in kind.

finally i think tim mmmmight be the only character at least as of the reboot who ever talked *to jason* outloud style about certain things relating to jasons death... this answer is already getting too long so i dont want to get into depth about titans tower. but tt 2003 #29 is a great example of the comics pitting tim and jason against each other to make Jason look worse by comparison--for all that tim doesn't actually *say* anything victim blaming jason for his death, *and* for all that jason totally kicks tims ass in the fight and its not even close, on a meta level the story is 100% presenting jason as the bad robin, the robin who failed, Unlike Tim Drake, A *Good* Robin. (i accidentally reread the issue ... im going to make a post about it later probably. god i wish this fucking issue had been good)

but yeah i could probably go on and on even further but yeah, i think thats where people are coming from when they single timmy out. tim only exists at all bc of jason n would be fundamentally unrecognizable without having been crafted to be the anti-jason. and on top of that he has repeatedly been used by dc to make jason look worse (or rather jason was used to make tim look better), and a lot of my fellow jason stans understandably resent tim for it. i however am built different, and want them to kiss.

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Final Part}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis:A new Life begins for you and Ao'nung. Things are perfect

Please read the end note

Pain. It probably hurt worse than getting shot near your heart. No. Actually It was exactly worse. 

You had been dining with Tsireya and Lo’ak. The Problem of Olo’eyktan having been settled on Lo’ak. Ao’nung seeing as he had abandoned his people thought it was right to let Lo’ak Be olo’eyktan. You Two were just Having diner after moving your stuff out to a Pod That Ao’nung had made Specifically with you. 

Seeing as now that Ronal and Tonowari would have this one Along with Ateyo and they would have the Tsahik and Olo’eyktan pod. The dinner was most appreciated. 

Until your water broke. 

Now You had thought Maybe You would scream out of panic. Or maybe even Ao’nung. Nope The only way Your families even knew, Maybe even all of pandora, Was the fact that Lo’ak Screamed Bloody murder. 

You wanted to laugh really. Cause it was funny to hear the sudden shrill scream of panic from your little brother.  

But you couldn’t. You wanted to Murder Ao’nung for doing this to you. Because Holy fuck was it painful. But then again maybe it was the emotions running wild. All you knew is that You wanted to cry out of anger and happiness for it finally happening. 

Ronal Beside you guiding you on breathing. While Letting Tsireya do what she was always trained to do. 

Tsireya and yourself now testing the waters. You, a mother and Tsireya Tsahik. A Test of Patience and of strength 

Ao’nung came back with the last bowl of water as was required While Kiri was setting up the cleaning pot. 

Tsireya checking in on you. Luckily enough you were doing great. Minus the swears that you were spewing in english. 

‘Motherfucker’ you would mutter. Your parents right outside your pod rubbing their temples as the eyes of the people waited.

“Fuck” You spoke standing up now hands resting on your knees as you felt yourself push. Contractions were hell. Your legs were shaking and Thank Ao’nung and Ronal who held you up. 

Tsireya coming to you. Kiri at her side as she brought the basket and the pot. 

You felt hot and then cold. Your legs jelly. As you laid your head on Ao’nung’s chest. 

“May i?” Tsireya asked and you nodded. 

Her hand now feeling your stomach before going to your bottom. Feeling the baby Crown. She looked at everyone and then at you. “It’s time” She whispered. 

While you wanted to have strength to hold yourself up. You didnt. You silently thank Ronal and Ao’nung for holding you. Her hand is touching you. And while it felt wrong you knew you needed the help. 

“Breathe Ma Y/n” Ao’nung whispered as you did.

“Okay now ill push along with you. But tell me when to stop” Tsireya said 

Gulping down your breath.  You nodded before beginning to push. You knew Metkayina people were bigger And given your genes. Well you weren’t exactly tall either. Only smaller than your mother. And you knew this was going to happen. 

You knew and yet it didnt fucking hurt any less. 

“Stop, stop” you repeated. Feeling yourself cry. Arms shaking as you found his arms to grip. Nails digging into his skin. “ I can’t do this” 

“Mawey ma Y/n” Ao’nung spoke now turning to the people in the Marui. Signaling them to leave that he has this under control. 

Reluctantly They did. Tsireya signaling she’ll be in the pod over ready. He nodded Thumping his tail on the floor as a single ok. 

Now it was you two alone. Shaking in his arms as you continued to cry. Scared. Thats the only thing you feel right now. Scared. Terrified, This was the moment. You could feel them running down your core and yet. Yet you didnt want to go through with it anymore. 

“Dance with me?” 

“Ao’nung-” 

“Please just to help you” 

Biting your lip you sighed. Maybe taking your thoughts away from this pain was what you needed. Holding his hand and one resting on his shoulder. He took a hold of your waist. Humming. A tune you didn’t know perhaps you never will. 

Resting your head on his shoulder. Letting him ease you. The pain now but a minor pinch and while it didn’t bug you. You felt yourself sway with him. 

Like the breeze. The waves of an ocean. Perhaps the wind when it is kind on one self. A sway that only ever told one story. There’s Love in trust. 

You felt how his hand kept itself steady at your waist. How his humming didn’t falter as you two continued to dance. You didn’t hear the thump. You didnt hear Tsireya walk in. Really you were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice that you two stopped moving in a little circle and now swayed back and forth in one spot.

To focused on his humming. You didn’t even notice that you had begun to push. Didn’t feel the pain. Didn’t feel anything but absolute content. Peace in the arms of your love. 

“You did well my love”

Ao’nung whispered. Now looking at the small bundle that Tsireya had taken the liberty of cleaning. 

The water is now dripping over the small babe. Its fussing and its moving Squirming as the water probably feels unwelcoming. Its little legs kick out and arms scrunch up together. He’s not far from them. But he feels so light on his feet. Two feet.perfect little Toes. Small thin Tail. Small thin arms. Chubby arms and body. Four little fingers. 

The babe has your Features along with his. He can see the wide face and cheeks he’s known to the metkayina. But has your small eyes as part from your father no doubt. They’re chubby, They are Small yes. But Its a little impressive and kinda horrifying you pushed out such a big baby given your smaller stature than himself and Tsireya. 

Closing his eyes kissing your cheek as he just continues to stare at the babe.

 “You did well” 

The little thing cries. Finally testing its lungs and it screams like any babe would. Alerting not only Yourself out of your daze. But the Rest of the family outside the pod. The Clan waits with bated breaths. Waiting for any sign of what’s to come. 

No doubt Festives to come as is always tradition when a new member of the clan grows. And maybe its morbid curiosity You didn’t look it. You looked like a pure Navi as many would say. So it really was morbid curiosity. How Would a babe Born out of the Forest Navi and Metkayina Look like. 

Could the Demon blood run through them? 

Waiting. Never blinking all were. 

Tsireya now hands you the babe Asking you if she’s okay to clean you and looking down at your Daughter you let her so. You couldn’t help the tears. 

Ao’nung found it a little funny how you managed to not only push this chunky child, But carry it to term. And never has he ever made one swift thanks to eywa in his life. One arm on your waist The other at your shoulder as he stared down at his daughter. 

A perfect Combination of you two. Your Three fingered hand caressing her face her little four fingered hand now grabbing your finger and you couldn’t help the small sob of happiness that seemed to escape you. Her Eyes were Like Ao’nung, The same blue all Metkayina had. Round cheeks and the perfect set of eyes and nose. 

Ao’nung began to cry when he saw her give out the faintest Gummy smile. Kissing your Temple as he gave you thanks too. 

It Had been Exactly and Hour. Jake was glad  That all seemed to have been going well. But not seeing or not even hearing anything coming from the pod. Well safe to say he’s been impatient. Had something happened to you? 

“Welcome my dearest pain” You said, kissing her head as you could only admire her. 

“Be Calm Ma Jake” 

“But what if”

Sushing Everyone turned to look at the pod. Tsireya in her Tsahik outfit smiling . In her arms a babe. Your Family is staring now. Eyes looking at the new addition to their Family clan. Ronal Held onto Tonowari’s arms as they too waited. 

“Eywa Has Blessed us! My people welcome our newest warrior Nixty" Tsireya speaks proudly now presenting the babe to her people. 

To say your family cried was an understatement. Neytiri watched in awe at her first granddaughter. Her little face scrunched up at the new light of the world and jumping a little as she suddenly heard all the cheers. 

"We are uncles bro!" Lo'ak said now staring proudly at the new babe that he would bless as the new Olo'eyktan. 

Neteyam laughed a little, staring at the little thing before agreeing. Kiri Jumping for Joy before hugging Spider. Elated were they. 

“y/n is she?” Jake began looking at Tsireya for answer. Her smile never faltered. 

“She did wonderful, She’s still with Ao’nung” 

Jake nodded relieved that things had gone so smoothly. Now staring at his Granddaughter. He couldn’t believe it. Really there was so much he couldn’t believe. 

“She looks just like Ao’nung” He smiled looking down at the human boy. He couldn’t believe it really. And now looking at his family he really couldn’t 

“Real shame” 

“Spider!” Kiri shouted gently, tapping at his head. 

Jake couldn’t help but laugh however. Patting Spider on the head as he looked back at the babe. “Yeah real shame” 

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“Nixty! Let go of Spider!” You yelled now pulling harshly at your toddler who was sinking her little fangs on Spider’s arm. 

You had invited The family over. Decided that you wanted to see the family together again. All full of life. 

It would be a While for your parents to get here. All four of them were probably making dishes to bring to dinner. Kiri, Rotxo and Spider being the first to arrive, And Given Spider’s odd look. Your poor friend had to suffer the little toddler. 

“Ow. Damn bro She’s getting sharper teeth by the day” Spider said 

You apologized profusely to him. Seeing as Rotxo took his arm and washing it with what water he had. 

“Cmon wipe that off. Kid has rabies” 

“My Daughter Doesn’t have Rabies Rotxo!” You heard Ao’nung say from your little kitchen. 

“She’s your Daughter of course she has Rabies!” 

Turning you saw Lo’ak Come in with Tsireya and Tuk. Tuk Greeting you before taking a hold of her niece. It amazed you how it didn't seem that long ago that you had Tuk’s eight birthday and now here she was holding onto your little one her bow left abandoned. 

“Do not! Lo’ak” Tsireya said. Greeting you as well as she set her dish down with Kiri’s 

You looked at her. She had been your greatest friend. Now looking at her stomach. The faintest of bump now showing. And you knew. No doubt everyone knew too.

You let her go ahead and sit now preparing the dishes as best you could. Now bumping shoulders with your mate, smiling at him. How perfect. 

“Ah there she is!” you didn’t need to turn. No doubt your parents are coming in. Ao’nung turned to see his Parents and Ateyo coming in. Ronal picks up Nixty and kisses her cheek. 

Your little one giggling and hissing at the sudden attack. 

“Seems  the whole family is here” Tonowari let out a boisterous laugh. 

Neteyam heading over to help with the bowls of food they had brought. Asking you where to place such a feast. And you just tell him to let you handle it. 

The Whole Family was there. Tsireya and Kiri now coming to help you set up the portions on leaves and Rotxo now going to split the fruit that he and Spider had gathered. 

Your Marui pod had never sounded so loud. And it was so nice to hear it this way. Asking Ao’nung to help serve as you could only carry so much before asking Tuk if she could Rangle your little one. 

It took a bit but finally your whole family clan was set with dishes and a nice balance of meats and fruits. You're helping Nixty eat. Her little Face messy with the spices of the food. Ao’nung taking his cloth and whipping her face. 

“This is nice” Ao’nung commented. Now cooing at your Daughter as if she was still a babe who could barely walk. 

“It is nice My son. Any special occasion you have brought our family here?” Ronal said eating from the Omatikayan dishes. She hated to admit to it but the spices were really good. 

“I thought it may be nice to have the family all together again. Without threat of Sky people” Ao’nung commented. Watching as his Daughter started playing with his brother. 

“Yes that is nice isn’t it?” Jake spoke 

“Good thing much sightings of Sky people have lessened over the years” Neytiri now spoke up. Keeping Tabs on her mother were great. It had seemed that for now things had settled down greatly. 

“Yes how wonderful it is- Nixty! What have i said about leaving Spider alone!” You now yelled going to chase your toddler who was laughing giggling as she ran away from you. 

Little Laughs fell on them. Spider looking at Rotxo and then at Kiri. “And then you two are all like i want one! Get a pet instead its the same thing” 

“Oh Don’t mind her spider. She’s teething. And plus your more squishy” Kiri said poking his arm which was covered in little teething marks. 

“Nixty! Behave yourself!” Ao’nung said jumping in and grabbing her. Picking her up as her little legs and arms wiggling and moving. “Let me go Dad!” 

“You know better young lady now apologize” 

 Biting down her hiss. As was usual with her little tantrums “Sorry uncle Spider” 

Spider smiled, nodding and patting her head. “Its okay kiddo” 

“I cant wait for our spirit brother’s and sister’s to return” Tsireya spoke up now. Her plate now empty as she often found herself so hungry now that she is with child. 

“They should be arriving soon, I would hope!” You said hanging Nixty over to your mother. She is now playing with the little one. 

How lovely was it. To have it all come together so perfectly. Your little one Playing with your mother. You looked at everyone in the pod. All laughing and talking in peace. It felt right. How perfect it was. 

“Something on your mind my love?” 

You turned to look at Ao’nung. Finally he looked strong, mighty as he did when you fell in love with him. No longer weak, no longer in danger. You smile at him and then looking at your little one. 

“ I guess i am just happy” 

“I am too” 

“I cant wait to present Nixty to Umiri!” 

“Hey maybe you and her can work something out to have our next bundle of joy” 

“Ao’nung!” You slapped his hand off your naval. Now looking back at your family. What a precious bond, What a precious life this is. 

Leaning yourself down to Ao’nung Resting with him, Your hearts beating together as one now resting on hand on your naval and looking at your family clans. Peace and love is all you could describe it as. 

“Besides I think it may be just a little late for that” You spoke looking at your Three year old. 

How perfect. How utterly perfect.

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Well That's it Folks! Thank you so much for sticking by me as i wrote this! and i hope you loved it as much as i loved writing it. I will be posting snippets here and there of this story on my New Blog @aonungyou-shit . Now you dont have to follow my new blog But I am moving there to continue writing Avatar Fanfics so if you like my work then find me there! There will be a new Ao'nung Story some time soon. But that is to be seen.

[magickpancakes]

do you still support wolfertinger666? Because they’ve recently been accused of many things and I saw your art of him and was wondering if you still do?

(kinda long answer, not really looked through too well, idk)

TLDR: thinking of separating the art from the artist. I do like Salem's art, but at the same time the things im seeing that he has done in the past are really... but at the same time it doesnt look like these problems are very recent, or like a continued thing (?)

Im not well versed in this topic, so until theres a clear story and clear proof that whats going on is an ACTIVE problem, i just kinda... dont want to go throwing myself into what looks like a big hairy mess

gonna be honest... i dont follow other artists close enough to be caught up on any recent scenarios, including Salem. I didnt know about any accusations against him up until this ask, and although i have looked into his history a bit, i wouldnt say i completely know the situation.

to my understanding, people are mad at him because the previous main alter of his body, Puppychan, did horrible things, and now hes mained by a different alter, with a new username and artstyle. It also seems like people are mad at him for continuing to draw suggestive art pieces, athough his account shows lots of not wanting minors anywhere near it. Hes also being accused of faking being trans, and faking disorders, tbh it seems like a bunch of mess, lots of stuff going back and forth

(If im missing any info or smth, again not exactly knowledgeable on this topic, please let me know so i can make a true and proper decision on how to feel about Wolfer)

Im gonna be honest... YES if it is true that Wolfertinger used to be Puppychan, then well yknow its really not great if everything that people says he did is true. But at the same time, based on what ive seen, it seems like Salem wants to move forward. This doesnt mean he has to be forgiven for what hes done, but like, idk, tbh this seems like a lot of old drama people keep bringing up or smth idk

i dont want to make a situation worse, in fact, id really rather not be a part of this... drama, or whtvr youd call it. I think until theres a clear story on what is going on with Salem, im just gonna continue bein in the background here: not exactly full on supporting Salem, but i do like his art. I dont like or condone any of the actions he is accused of but like, i dont want to abandon someone just based on accusations of old drama.

AGAIN IM NOT ENTIERLY SURE WHATS GOING ON WITH WOLFERTINGER666, IVE GOT MINIMUM KNOWLEDGE ON THIS STUFF. PLZ DONT GO FIGHTING IN MY COMMENTS OR HARRASING ME BECAUSE I DONT IMMEDIATELY HATE SALEM OR SMTH

any good reliable unbiased evidence on this scenario might be appreciated tho. but also tbh i might just leave this topic here idk

(not proof-read, barely checked spelling, idk if i should even post this tbh)

[make-your-own-evil]

may I request the different riddlers with a s/o who's a video game developer?

Also unesscary fun fact that I thought was cute and wanted to share:

A group of bunnies is scientifically called a fluffle

no, i think that fact was very necessary, thank you science side of tumblr

also im assuming you want some headcanons :) p.s. you didnt specify which riddlers you wanted so i just chose four <3 i hope thats okay!

note: feel free to reblog! just please give credit where credit is due :)

Riddlers w/ a GameDeveloper!S/O

BTAS!Riddler:

youre a game dev?! he is too!

....or rather he was.

ideally hes the best riddler to be with if youre a game developer. equal parts knowledgeable, helpful and caring

at first, he may see you as perhaps a rival, but if youre together, hes all for helping you out with whatever you need!

he unfortunately never got to see his own game "the riddle of the minotaur" come to fruition, so he may want to be more involved than what you would like

that game belongs to the both of you now, sorry

he adores that you have the same passions as him. but unlike his own past, he will see to it that NOTHING stops you from developing your game

just say the word and he will have your game downloaded onto every computer in all of gotham, the big simp 💕

Arkham!Riddler:

what would you like to know?

this man was the head of the GCPD's cyber crime unit, im sure he would be able to answer ANY question you could possibly have

these days he comes off as a guy who couldnt be bothered to help you create a childish game... buy hey, he loves you and isnt that what he technically does all day anyways? you just have to add in the possibility of actually dying to his games

he ends up helping you in his free time ❤

how could he resist? his darling needs his help coding and coding is his second language!

he acts very "put out" with you at first. throwing in the occasional insult because thats just how he talks when hes trying to explain something to someone

he is proud though! never will you ever hear him say it but he truly is. maybe you and he could incorporate some of his malware for the good people of gotham...

Dano!Riddler:

helping you with your game is his second job now! even if hes not getting paid

its no secret that this riddler would be a giant simp, so anything you ask of him, he will deliver 😍

in between his job as a forensics accountant and also being the riddler, he will always find time to check in on your progress. do you need help? do you need him to check your code? do you want something to drink? okay! hell just be over your shoulder if you need anything 😊

he will patiently explain to you how to do something the best he can. computers are really just a second nature to him, so having to explain it isnt exactly a familiar thing to him. bear with him!

he will be the first one to play your game!

no matter how easy your game is to him, he sees it as his obligation to support you in any way he can. whether your game is for a phone, pc or whatever, hes keeping it on his device forever

he would give you lots of praise and he also makes sure you know how amazing he thinks you are

Capullo!Riddler:

this asshole may not care at first that youre working on a game... that is until he realizes you could join forces to bring gotham to its knees

sure! he loves you! but this eddie is a narcissist and a control freak (more than the other riddlers)

he is right there with you in developing your game

he insists that you make him your partner in all of this. he also insists that he create the basic premise of the challenges your game has.

your game is required to be intellectually challenging! its a must! no S/O of his will create something that caters to the simple-minded!

and maybe you could also let him install a few viruses and malware?

he doesnt mean to sabotage your game! hes just thinking of your common goals. why not create a game that also eradicates those who are unworthy to live in your city?

he calls the game "our baby" 😊

[red-bat-arse]

Meet Cute in the Metal Pit

Steve didnt know what he was doing here.

Someone brushed past behind him, arm dragging against his back as more people pressed in on all sides, and he kind of frantically pushed out into a less dense area. There was feedback over the speakers as the crew checked the sound system, and he finally spotted Tommy and Carol approaching from the concession stand, a beer apiece carried between them.

Okay, so Steve actually did know exactly what he was doing here.

But playing reluctant designated driver and therefore blatant third wheel on his friends' dates was old hat by now -it started the first time they all went to a high school party and Carol accidentally got handed a cup with a triple shot of vodka instead of a single. Maybe it was better to say that Steve wasnt sure what all three of them were doing here, at this venue specifically, and not at some normal club or sports event or something.

Because they'd invited him last minute to what turned out to be a metal concert, and stranger than that, actually showed up on time instead of bailing completely or waltzing in after Steve was left waiting an hour and a half. Granted, they hadn't actually mentioned the bands by name or the dress code, which meant Steve still stuck out like a sore thumb in his polo and jeans amidst the sea of black denim and sewn on patches, so any credit he might've given to them was lost.

He'd be the first to admit they werent the best of friends anymore, and they tended to treat him accordingly, but it was hard to just drop people you'd known since finger painting class. Meeting Robin after high school more than made up for any of the times Tommy or Carol were vaguely shitty about inviting him out.

But anyway, the concert. Steve had spent the last fifteen minutes since walking in the doors wondering what he, and then they, were doing here, because as far as he remembered, both of his friends' music tastes were about as eclectic as his own -that is to say, Tommy had definitely told Carol more than once to switch frequencies when Mötley Crüe came on the radio. He was pretty sure he'd know if either of them were nursing some sort of hidden love of all things heavy metal or... screamy.

The guy standing just in front of him to the left was wearing a vest with a gigantic patch on the back that seemed to just be a mountain with a gaping mouth in the side of it, wide open with teeth made of rocks and naked people climbing up the cliff face. Steve really felt out of place in his white nike sneakers he picked specifically due to the fact they matched his watch band.

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Preview of my latest steddie one-shot! I'll link it here when I get it up on AO3 -I don't make taglists :)

Meet-Cute fic on AO3

[appa-391]

HB - S2 Ep9 Apology tour, thoughts (spoilers, ofc)

Kay, i really didnt want to talk about this, since im over my helluva boss phase, but since the new episode drop i couldnt stop thinking about it and i fr just to type my thoughts out. This episode was a MESS, in a good way, the feelings, the dialogue everything just goes and i sincerly liked the episode. let me talk about the characters first -Blitz

I really think that this episode is a really good at explaining blitz situation and traumas, alongside giving him good character development. The way i really felt bad for him the entire ep is just enough to say what i think about him. the way he fights with stolaz and verosika to accept his apologies just hits somehow. I see people in twitter hating him for not accepting his own actions and just leaving so many people to the point their hatred was so big they created an entire party dedicated to hating him, wich imo really shows how people dont understand blitz and how he deals with relationships, or find any reason to hate him when the reason he acts like this is explained all over the full moon and this episode. I feel like blitz doenst understand love because he never felt that kind of love before and when he did it almost killed them (talking about fizz), and also the way he was never good as fizz when he was in the circus developed into some kind of trauma where he views himself as little making him to create relationships based on dependece instead of love. -Stolaz

I dont exactly like stolaz that much, in fact i dont like him as a character at all. i was really pissed at him for basically playing the victim in the end when all the reasons that he said their relationship was not right were caused mainly by him. This episode really shows the paralels between blits and him, stolaz wants to feel whats like for someone to really care about him and also love him in various ways, but i do think that we could have had a reality check this episode along with blitz cause i really want to see his reaction if someone told him what he needs to hear. The fight at the start made him so unberable i wanted to just skip it, i really think stolaz still plays the victim to this day, it seems like he doenst even want to hear blitz side of the story and how he feels ignoring he feels the need to have that kind of relationship with stolaz. the way he basically ignored that blitz didnt told him about striker before when blitz didnt even know he could actually kill him, but does he listen or consider this, of course not, im not trying to say that stolaz was in the wrong here but something that people need to understand is that their both in the wrong, they both had a toxic relationship they both brought out out the worst in each other and i think people need to realize that stolaz IS A BAD PERSON he did various things wrong in his life, a bad parent as a whole (loving your daughter ≠ beign a good parent), and doesnt take responsabilitie for his actions, for example in S2 Ep 1 he says "the only reason i endured your constant insults and cruelty was for octavia to have a normal life", he may be talkin about the 17 years they spent together but of course he didnt make it better by cheating on stella with blitz wich just makes her hate him more. My problem with that phrase is that he is talking like he isnt part of the reason she doesnt have a normal life.

ill probably continue this later but i mostly wnated to talk about why i dont like stolaz as a character but also to show my thoughts about the new episode.