#i don't know what i'm tagging this i don't know how i SHOULD be tagging this just LOOK ST THESE PICTURES

[karen360-x3]

Y'all don't know how real this is:

One time, my friend @inkscarlet wrote a fanfic, and there was a scene where a character got SAed. The fic did a very clear job of depicting the act as horrible, as something that can destroy a life. (and for me, those kind of depictions are very important to see in our media in order to not minimize r*pe)

Fast-forward a month or 2, and she got messages from a 16yo insulting her for writing the scene, saying that she's 16yo and it's a horrible thing to do.

A few things I wanna say to this kid:

1- The fic had multiple trigger warnings for ONE scene (in the tags, and at the beginning of the chapter containing the scene, so people could skip it)

2- Newsflash asshole: the world doesn't revolve around you! There were TW and yet you decided to proceed despite everything

3- WHY DIDN'T YOU SKIP THE DAMN THING???

4- You should learn about SA even before you're 16, so you can, you know, be informed about how it works and why it's horrible (I'm pretty sure the school curriculum have students read some sh*t like Lolita)

5- Again, if you're traumatized by depiction of SA, skip the chapter upon seeing the TW (something I totally understand)

Okay look, I may come as abrasive rn, but you gotta understand that this kid harassed my friend on a public discord server... To me, she wanted to encourage others to harass my friend, otherwise she would've gone to my friend's DMs...

Depiction of SA should NEVER be erased, people have to understand how important those are. Ofc, there's a way to go about it in order to show how horrible SA can be, and if done wrongly/clumsily, I'm sure people will be able to recognize it and point it out without being disrespectful (y'all are way smarter that that)

But I can assure you, the depiction my friend did was accurate to what SA is/can be (keep in mind that there are multiple forms of SA's)

My point is: if you're a minor on AO3/Wattpad, either activate the damn filters and read the tags or get the f*ck off the platform

Anyways, you deserved better @inkscarlet, your fic was great

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

[thefavouritelamb]

GOLDEN CURLS and your BLOOD-STAINED KNIFE

premise . . . you should be terrified, you should be fucking horrified. all the annoying bitches around you drop dead like flies and the masked hottie man in front of you is about to kill you. and, oh my god, it's that nerd from chem ( requested by anon ! )

CAST virgin!slasher slutty!final girl TAGS plot with porn, murder and attempted murder, mentions of attempted suicide, crack treated seriously, possessive behaviour, light obsessive behaviour, light knifeplay, light femdom/dominant reader, light submissive slasher, brief breeding kink, creampie, unsafe sex done by unsafe people

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death clings to your scent—everywhere, it knows where you are. it started small, seemingly a one-time thing. some old hag dies and everyone assumes it was from old age. it wasn't. god forbid, it wasn't. whispers echo through the hallway and doesn't leave your ears; it was a murder. who the hell gave a shit though, right? you didn't. you couldn't care when that hag refused to give you the mark you deserved. fuck her.

then, mechanically, it comes after one another. you're starting to think of moving, really. like flies, your contact list fills with dead bodies. literally. name after name, vague description after just another number, the men you've slept with are all fucking dying. if you were superstitious, you'd think this was karma. yet, you're not. you're realistic. you know someone is haunting your trail and they aren't fucking stopping.

the world stops for a moment. the only thing you can hear is that repetitive bounce of some... fucking tennis ball or something. the house is dreary, the silence occasionally stabbed with the thrumming of the ball bouncing around. your heart pounds against your chest. you can't feel your fingers though they tightly wrap around the handle of the kitchen knife. you've been sensing you were next for a while. you just wish that it didn't end like this when you're half naked, a nameless man dead on the floor of your bedroom, and pussy out in the fucking cold.

it's getting closer. your hands are grasped in prayer as you pull it close to your chest. when the pounding stops, you know he's there.

quickly, you turn to face the man in the doorway. you raise your hand to stab yet he halts you by your wrist. fuck. all your anger and frustration bubbles into a punch but it comes out fruitless. his fist hammer to your ribs. you're promptly pushed down; weak, hurting, and pathetic. this was not how you wanted to die. the man towers over you as he drags you by the hair—a string of whines fall from your lips as you struggle out of his grasp.

"get the fuck off me, you sicko!" you scream, the sting at your scalp more painful than a knife stab. you think so, anyways. "i won't fucking report your ass just please! leave me the fuck alone!"

if he's been operating systematically, killing off your contact lists one by one, you just knew that telling him off wouldn't stop him. still, he drops you on the floor. you find yourself on your back, staring wide-eyed as the mask looks into your eyes. he has no eyes, not really. he has one mouth, a grin so wild. his entire body is cloaked and with it soaked in blood—you were too. both of you were bathed in the blood of some bloke you didn't even remember the name of. you hoped, just a little, you get to have one good fuck before you died.

"do you like pain?" he says your name, his voice unnatural and a deep monotone. "i know you do." fucking pervert, watching you getting your masochistic streak on. "you like inflicting them more than you receive them, though. i know you do."

"i don't know what you mean," your voice trembles. he slowly squats down to your level, his bloody gloved hands making a print on your cheeks. "j-just..." his knife kisses your jaw, "if i did something or i said something to you—... i'm fucking stupid. you can ruin my life however you want just let me live! wouldn't that be better? let me live with my own mistakes?"

his laugh comes out a growl through the voice changer. it's animalistic. "you have been living with your mistakes," he tells you, "everyday, every man you bring home. every single one of them is a man who doesn't even care for you. they're a mistake. you've lived far long enough with them, haven't you? i'm here to finally—" the edge of the blade traces a line on the bottom of your jaw, leaving a heated pain behind—"dissolve you from your past."

before you try to reason with him, he grips his mask. the white sullen face is pulled upwards revealing—revealing...?

him? "you?" this feels like a sudden joke. "no... oh my god, no fucking way."

you want to laugh; hat was, of course, your attempted reaction before you felt the blade go deeper in your skin. fucking ouch. the man above you is none other than that nerd in your chem class. you remember months ago how you laughed because he continuously tried to flirt with you. his attempts all but adorable with his soft face and thick glasses. it was endearing back then. you almost slept with him just because you thought he was cute.

but now? holy fuck. now, it's different. you almost couldn't tell they were the same person if not the mole on his lips, a gentle kiss from the gods that turned his mouth a shade of pink. the soft cheeks have slimmed into a distinguished jawline. strands of hair curl at the top of his head, almost shielding his watercolour eyes beneath those stupid glasses. you can't believe it. that fucking nerd, after disappearing for months, came back to do a killing spree all because... you didn't sleep with him?

"you embarassed me," he says, his voice almost whiny. "do you know how hard it was for me to go around school? everyone picked on me because you said that i was... i was a good for nothing fucking virgin! you made fun of me and the entir..."

it's odd how his words dulled into a muffled tone. from this angle, the cloak falls off a little and you see a glimpse of his collarbones. he lost weight, didn't he? that's slightly sad, you quite liked him in his softer body. you mourn it silently but you notice how his voice trembles into a deeper tone—had he gone through puberty again? jeez. he looks and sounds cute. you're smiling a little as your heart skips a beat from anything but fear.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he asks, snapping you out of your trance. before you could notice it yourself, your hands already moved down to your crotch. you haven't even came yet, not even a fake orgasm. you're only slightly bit shameful that you're touching yourself while he's having his villain monologue.

you hum, spreading your legs. "look, i feel a bit bad and all, but you really caught me at a bad time." you see his eyes trail to your cunt, seeing where your fingers disappear between your legs and how he gulps down in want. "come on, he didn't even have his cock out, baby. i was just barely taking off my panties when you interrupted us. and... you're kinda hot."

"you're sick." hah! the irony in that. "you want to fuck me now?" he laughs, gripping your hair again which makes you moan this time. you can see how his face loosens for a moment at the sound. "y-you only like me now because i lost weight! i starved myself from the bullying, and planning on how to fucking kill those people!"

"but baby, you're cute the way you are," you pout. "the only reason why i didn't fuck you was because you were just kinda weird at times. it was cute how you thought flower facts were going to get you pussy. and it was going to give you pussy, baby. but i can't risk my reputation if i fucked a cute nerd like you. can't give it all up just for one dick, you know?

"but now...?" you gasp, reeling in his attention with how two fingers slip in with ease. "you fucking killed those dickheads, baby. i fake orgasmed with most of them. i don't need a reputation when you've killed my audience."

his face drops into one of shock. you're not surprised that he's surprised. you're a bit surprised too—hah, you're kinda going delirious, maybe you are insane after all. despite the festering pain on your face, the stickiness of blood, you curl your fingers perfectly into your g-spot that has you moaning. you admire the way his eyes are trained onto you, his desires unfulfilled coming back again like a pest. he's tried to get over you but he hasn't. you're not letting him. absolutely fucking not.

his knife moves and you stick your tongue out, chasing the tip of it. you moan, looking into his eyes as you lay your tongue flat against the plane of the blade. "co' fu'h me?"

the words "come fuck me" were muffled but it seemed like he got the gist.

like how it was meant to be, you lay on stained bedsheets. it's a bit disgusting but you're too distracted with how cutely he's hurrying to undo his jeans. the cloak is pulled apart and you see how his hands struggle to undo his belt. silly boy. you reach out, hands expertly taking them off as he melts in your hold. it's thrown away along with your underwear, wherever it may be, as his pants are roughly pulled down by him.

you can't help but tease him, "feeling excited, baby?" he moans, hips grounding against you with a sticky fabric bordering you two. "so cute. did you cum in your boxers already? why's it all wet, baby boy?" he blushes, silent as you pick him apart knowingly. your hands make it inside his briefs and both of you moan at the contact—he's fucking wet, almost gushing. you would think he already came with the pre-cum leaking at the tip. despite that assumption, his cock is an angry red demanding warmth. your warmth.

"such a pretty little boy for me. take that off," he does so obediently. his fat cock—and it is fat, the length of it just nice but the thickness of it makes you drool in want—slaps against his stomach and makes a patch on his happy trail. "good boy, such a pretty and good boy for me.

you ask, "wanna shove it in?" and he moans, an echo of agreement and pleas falling from his mouth. he's pressing kisses against the open wound, a silent apology as he begs to be touched by you. the pain doesn't feel that bad now. it's numbed as his cockhead presses against your wet heat, wanting an entrance. you can only hear his ragged breathing as his tongue laps up the blood. your heart races against each other, the two of it throbbing with only both your flesh and bones separating them from mauling each other.

it's a miracle how he hasn't combusted yet. however, you hold onto that as he shoves the first inch inside. you've barely stretched yourself with two fingers and you almost wish you took more. the stretch of his cock punches a moan out of you, unwilling. the little thing above you whines and moans, "so good, so good, you feel so fucking good." it's the only thing he can muster in his brain as your cunt grasps him in a tight embrace, slick gushing around it as it tries to ease the slide.

"so good," he draws out in a tight moan. "i've never... you—i can't fucking believe it." you almost forgot the nerd was a virgin. "you feel so good around me. your pussy is so tight but it's, oh my god, it's opening up so nicely. so nicely for me."

your hands tangle itself in his hair after you pulled his hood down. "yeah, is it how you imagined? how does my pussy feel in comparison to your hand?" he's barely understandable with how fast he repeats so good so good so good. without prompting, one of his gloved fingers reach down to play with your clit. mostly the men need a signal or even a guide to do that. the leather is an odd feeling against such a sensitive area. still, it's not unwelcomed. you moan freely, your legs moving to wrap itself behind him. you want him to start moving. you need him to.

"come on," you goad, "need your fat cock inside me. you gotta start fucking me how you did in your fantasies, baby." then, that he does. he pushes inch by inch in, making you moan with the delightful and painful stretch. it's a feeling you're never going to tire yourself from. his cock splits you open more than anyone ever could. he presses it nice and deep, the tip kissing your g-spot gently. he doesn't move his hips, the vice around his cock too tight. he understands immediately and flicks your clit, a rapid motion that has you grinding against his hold.

that gets him to move. he starts to fuck his cock in and out of you. it's slow, pulling out until the tip is left just for him to fuck it deep again. his playful hand gets distracted but it's okay. every thrust you're groaning, your head having swivelled backwards from the pleasure. it's getting your legs to numb out. his balls slap against your ass and there's lewd sounds of skin slapping with echoing moans from the both of you. it's textbook erotic. you crave his cock just as much as he's craving your pussy.

"faster, come on." he's a show dog who's memorised all his cues. he moves his hips faster, opting for a more chaotic pace to chase both of your orgasms. he moves his hand again, a slower and more gentle act of circling in contrast to the impaling of his cock. your cunt is leaking in wet arousal as your breath is stolen from you. you can barely feel your legs when he's going ballistic. he mouths delightfully at your face now, just shy of kissing you.

you don't let his fantasy go to waste. eagerly, you tilt your head so your lips meet in unified desperation. he's moaning into the kiss. his pace stutters as he loses himself to the pleasure of being kissed. you're not surprised if you took all of his firsts tonight. in eager motions, he's chasing his orgasm orgasm. his first orgasm inside a cunt raw. you don't really mind that he's without a condom. you know you're safe when you've made everyone who tapped to wrap it up. this little killer of yours is, of course, a special exemption.

"'m gonna cum," he whines, dick hammering into your cunt. "gonna cum inside your pussy. gonna make it mine. gonna breed your pussy and you're gonna be all mine, all mine, all mine."

his free hand goes to grip your waist with one final thrust, both of you pulled into waves of orgasm. he's cumming inside of you and you mirror as you squirt all over him. the orgasm is intense as he gently plays with your clit, easing it with a slow lull. all of it becomes just a bit too much and you're writhing beneath him. he gets the point and moves away, carefully moving out of you.

in between the post haze, you feel the sheets move beneath you and you lay on the mattress. he wraps you in his arms and you're being embraced by the warmth of his body and the feel of his tongue against your lips. his kissing could be improved, you think with a laugh. that pulls him out of his cocoon-like touches. an insecure question of, "what are you laughing at?" has you smiling a little.

you answer him truthfully, "you fuck like a menace and kiss like a virgin. it's cute though, don't get me wrong." he blushes like a virgin too. you can't help but squish his cheeks. "gosh. you're adorable," the fog thins and you smell the corpse rotting at your feet, "and... you're a serial killer. how are you going to get rid of that dead fucking body?"

he looks down, almost surprised that there was a dead body there. "oh," he says, quite dumbly, "i actually don't know. i really did plan to kill you and then kill myself afterwards. i don't want to go to jail."

oh. o-fucking-kay.

you two sit up and you pull at your hair. the golden curls fall in front of your face in anger. "why the fuck would you go through all this just because you couldn't get some pussy?" he's about to answer you and you know he's going to repeat his monologue. "no, no. okay, i get it. i'm sorry. but seriously, i don't want to die and i don't want to go to jail because i fucked the murderer." this is bad. his knife is on the bed and you're thinking about just stabbing him.

wait, that could work. you grab the knife quickly and stab him. that immediately gets him to yelp, "what the actual fuck!?" he glares at the knife in his stomach then at you, "why would you do that?" he's looking at you like he's about to cry. you actually feel a little bit bad.

"sorry," you say, letting go. "i just needed to come up with a story." you pull your hair back, sitting cross-legged in front of him. "so, you were fucking me. he came here and tried to kill the both of us. he's all jealous that i was fucking other people—sounds familiar? yeah, well, this time, i kill him with this knife and now he's framed for the murder. assuming, of course, you don't have any incriminating evidence inside your house."

"no," he groans, hands hovering above the handle in wanting to get it out but knowing it should be stuck in. "your cameras are all dead too, by the way. it's been dead for a few days and no one saw the two of you when you sneaked inside from the back door. no one saw me too."

"great!" you promptly pull out the knife and he screams. "sorry! sorry! i just need to stab it inside of him and then call the cops." you put the knife right where he put it in earlier, right between his crotch. if this all goes well, you all go home without a worry. if it goes bad, well, you could always run away, right? you look at the killer bleeding, cock out and cum dribbling down his thighs and squirt on his stomach. you don't think both options are that bad.

"the costume?" he asks, looking down head to toe at himself. you're about to undress him gleefully and play dress-up with a dead body.

written and posted by thefavouritelamb

[s0urw00lf]

Imagine Spencer and Hotch having to bail you out of jail

You actually couldn't believe this. You, an FBI agent, were just thrown in jail for defending yourself from a man grabbing your ass in a clothing shop of all places. 

You were minding your business, walking through the many aisles looking for clothes for spencer. He kept mentioning that he needs to get some new clothing items but wouldn't make time to do it himself, and thanks to hotch you had a small break from work thanks to an incident from the last case that left you injured.

Your eyes laid on a sweater that seemed like it called Spencer's name, it was grey and had little orange, green and red leaves scattered around. It wasn't something he'd wear for work, but he would love it for his off days. You smiled dropping the sweater into your cart when you felt something harshly grab your ass. Without thinking you whipped around punching the person in the face. Hard. 

He fell to the ground as you shook the pain out of your hand it’d seemed to be just your luck when a security guard approached you “ma’am please turn around and put your hands behind your head” he spoke. You looked at him with shock, had he not seen the man grab you. “What no i'm not gonna-“ he harshly grabbed your wrists turning you so he could grab your other one “what the hell is wrong with you” you seethed “he just assaulted me and im getting arrested?”

He began reciting you your rights, you scoffed cutting him off “fuck off i know my rights im an fbi agent.” You seethed. The man paused, “let me see some id” he said. You rolled your eyes incredulously “my hands are bound together sir, check in my bag” you sighed.

he went through your bag and you noticed the small smile on the man you’d punched face as he got up and ran. Not only was he arresting you wrongfully but he’d just let another suspect go, who the hell were they hiring in this place.

”ma’am there’s no id in here” he said. Your eyebrows winched together “wha- how is my id not-“ “you don't look old enough to be fbi anyway” he said hauling you out of the store, not paying any mind to the staring customers. 

At the police station they’d put you in the system and given you your one phone call. Of course you called hotch. The phone only rang briefly before you heard Hotch’s voice ring out “agent hotchner” he answered. 

You sighed “hotch its y/n i need help” you muttered awkwardly. “Y/n? Why are you in jail?” His voice showed a small sign of worry. 

“I was at the mall and some guy grabbed my… butt. So I punched him in the face and security saw, arrested me and let the other guy go. And they don’t believe im fbi, not that it should matter because it was self defense” you explained glaring at the cop who looked like she could care less. 

“They arrested you for self defense?” He asked, sounding like he was just making sure he heard what he thought he heard, you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you “yeah and the guy got away.” 

“Where were you, what store?” He asked, “uh im not sure I wasn’t really paying attention.” You answered. There was a shuffling on the other end before hotch spoke again “i'll be there in fifteen minutes, and i cant promise Spencer wont tag along either” he said warning you. You chuckled the smallest bit “I wouldn't expect him not to”

hotch hung up after that and exited his office where the rest of the team sat talking “y/n’s been arrested” he said, catching the team's attention. Spencer immediately stood up “what why?”

Hotch explained to the team what you told him over the phone and that he was on his way over to get you out, Spencer made it known that he was coming with him. Before he and Spencer set off he set off he told the rest of the team to find out who the guy was. 

When hotch and Spencer arrived you’d already been put in a cell, thank god you hadn’t had to put on the orange suit yet. 

“Your interfering with a police investigation.” The lady spoke to hotch. “I understand but you have an FBI agent wrongfully detained” Hotch said in his usual calm manner. 

“Sir with all due-“ “agent l/n was assaulted in public, not only did you fail to make sure you made the correct arrest, you let the other person involved go. So that makes this an open case until we find that man, which also means she’s free to go, unless you’d like to hold her for 48 hours which I highly advise against” hotch said, giving the shower woman a glare. 

Spencer stood behind him fidgeting nervously, hotch told him to let him take the lead much to Spencer’s dismay but he knew hotch was right and he’d probably turn the police station upside down if he was the one you’d called. 

The lady looked between the two tall, intimidating agents and sighed. “Follow me” she said, walking towards where they kept un-processed prisoners. 

When Spencer’s eyes finally set on you he rushed passed hotch and the officer “y/n” he called catching your attention you looked up and saw him come into view “Spencer, you came, thank god” you stood up walking to the barred entrance. “Of course I did” he said. 

The cop pulled out her keys with a sigh “lucky day agent. You're free to go” she unlocked the cell door and Spencer pulled you into his arms “your okay he didn't hurt you?” He asked, pulling away to inspect you. “I think he ran away with more bruises than me,” you joked. Neither hotch nor Spencer found your joke funny. 

You coughed awkwardly turning to hotch “thanks for coming” you gave him a bashful smile. Hotch gave you a rare smile in return “of course” he said. Spencer grabbed your hand “we should get back to the bau and see if they came up with anything. Do you want me to take you home?” He asked you. 

You shook your head “no i was groped not shot i can handle going in” you answered. Hotch gave you a look and you weren’t sure what it meant, you just knew it was a warning. 

When you all arrived back at the bau you were completely surrounded by your team bombarding you with hugs and questions ‘are you okay’ ‘did he hurt you’ ‘I’m gonna nail this bastard when i get a hit’ you smiled at their worry, feeling grateful you were surrounded by people who cared as much as they did.

 “guys i'm okay, i just want to find this guy, there’s no telling how many other women he's done this to” you said. 

Emily stepped forward “i'm glad you said that, i got this just before you came in but they’ve got a description of the man, that shopping center seems to be a hotspot for him”

Hotch nodded, “Garcia, what do you have?” 

“Sir i got the security footage but I wasn’t able to nail him because his back was towards the camera so I’m going through all of the mall's security cameras to see if we can find him” Garcia rambled her colorful pen wailing around with her hand. 

“Okay let's get to work” hotch says and the group dissipated back to their respective seats to show.

It wasn't long before Garcia had the man's name and address, hotch, Rossi and Derek insisted on you staying at the bau while they went to make the arrest, much to your dismay but you probably would’ve hit him again for causing you to have a shitty day.

After everything was said and done, hotch sent you and Spencer home and Spencer was being way more clingy than usual. “You okay?” You asked him as he laid his head on the nape of your neck. He nodded “yeah, i was just so worried when hotch told me you got arrested. I thought something bad happened”  his breath fanned over your chest. You smiled, “Spence, I'm okay, I promise.” You whispered softly. He lifted his head from your neck showing his gentle hazel eyes “i wish i was there to protect you” he pouted

you tilted your head “Spence this isn’t your fault, if you were there he probably wouldn’t have done it anyway. Saved a lot of women from it happening to them because you weren’t there” you caressed his face. He leaned into your hand “but you shouldn’t have had to” 

you nodded “no, but that’s what we're here for right?” You asked. He begrudgingly nodded “and we protect the people who cant protect themselves, even if it comes with a price. I’m okay Spencer i swear” you said pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled when you pulled away “I should be the one comforting you, you know?” He joked, making you laugh a little.

 “Comfort me by holding me” you said and he wasted no time bringing you into his arms. The two of you sat like that until you fell asleep and Spencer still sat awake imagining what he would’ve done to protect you. It definitely wouldn’t have been legal.

AN: Thank you @cheriesbucky for letting me use your idea i hope you like it

[exuberantocean]

Its not about choosing Gemma or Helly, it's about being recognized as a person dammit!

I know you're all into shipping Mark with Helly or Gemma, but I would like to introduce a non-shippy analysis of this scene:

Mark S. has spent this whole season and half of last season arguing and fighting for his right - and the right of all innies - to be seen as a person. For their fundamental right to exist and to treated fairly. And he just "killed" Ms. Casey. Right here, before his eyes, he's seen Ms. Casey (who he isn't in love with but does care about) turn to Gemma with no real hope of Ms. Casey ever coming back.

Up until this moment, Mark S has been trying to save Ms. Casey. And conflating her with Mark Scout's wife. And here the realization hits him in the face that he's just done the very opposite of everything he was fighting for. He might have saved Mark Scout's wife, but in so doing, he's killed Ms. Casey, soft spoken, kind Ms. Casey, and replaced her with this stranger.

Thematically I think it's very, very important that in between Ms. Casey walking through the door and Gemma fronting, we get this brief scene:

The rise up of the innies against their oppressors. The choice to fight for their personhood and their rights.

Mark S was never going to walk through that door. He loves living far too much to give it up. And he's aghast that he was just used to do that to Ms. Casey. (Not just Ms. Casey, but the what, 25 other alters Gamma's body and mind now hold.)

One thing both Mark alters have in common is how frustratingly easily they're swayed into following the commands of others. Mark Scout possibly due to his depression/addiction, Mark S because Lumon does all it can to brainwash its innies. So when Gemma tells him to come, he makes to motion to, but stops. Because he's learned to ask himself what he wants. And what Mark S wants is to live.

He chooses not to go/to live before Helly shows up.

I'm not saying all this to belittle the relationship between Mark S and Helly. Quite the opposite; the fact that Mark is his own person with his own desires capable of making his own decisions means that his relationship is real in a way that Mark Scout and others don't seem to understand and accept - largely because they do not see Mark S as a person.*

Which...is why I see most of the Mark/Helly vs Mark/Gemma discourse in the tags to frustratingly miss the whole point of the entire series.

Mark S ≠ Mark Scout

They are both entirely different people with entirely different wants, desires, and loves. And they are in love with different people. Mark Scout would have an entirely different, separate relationship with Helly (or Helena) than Mark S. And Mark S will have an entirely different, separate relationship with Gemma than Scout ever will.

Put an other way with another couple, the outie Irving and Burt could never have the same relationship that their innies have/had. Even if they became a romantic couple, they're different people than their innies and thus would have a different relationship.

I see the erasure of personhood in the tags. MarkGemma instead of MarkScoutGemma and MarkHelly instead of MarkSHelly. There is no one Mark, not anymore. That's one of the main points of the show, as far as I can see. Reintegration would kill them both.

Look, I don't know what endgame is for this show, but there's a high likelihood that it'll end with heartbreak for at least one of those two couples. But ever if it does, that doesn't cheapen either of these relationships. One is not more inherently purer or more meaningful or more important than the other. Doing so is like saying your best friend's relationship with their SO is cheap because you feel your relationship with your SO feels pure and meaningful and important to you.

They both matter. And they both exists. Fighting over which one "deserves" to exists ends up feeling like a fight over which Mark "deserves" to exist - which personality should, in the end, win out and be dominant. And that just feels deeply, deeply troubling to me.

*One striking aspect of the show is how often all the outies/non-severed people talk about the innies using the same kind of language that slave owners used to talk about their slaves in the US south. I do not think this is a coincidence.

[levoci]

° in the holy land

𓁄 Alexander the Great!Gojo x Female Warrior Reader

𓐬 — You try to fix a friendship that has no future with Prince Satoru, who seems more incomprehensibly psychotic every day, and after the death of his father being the straw that broke the camel's back, Satoru makes sure to consolidate his power as a bloodthirsty heir to the throne of Macedonia to later start the Panhellenic War, as his predecessor's plans were. Meanwhile, you, the daughter of a commander, the forgotten old friend of a very young king, have to secure a place in the coming battles, to fulfill an almost impossible promise for the sake of the soul of Philip II, maybe for yours too. Will you be able to make your place in the white-haired man's heart again? Have you ever lost it?.

⚠ tags and warnings — friends to kinda enemies to friends?? to lovers (hell yea) mentions of war, blood, fighting, girl idk it's a war. mentions of mental disorders, smut, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort idk what else lol so this will be updated as a chapter is uploaded

𓁄 a/n — my writing is quite influenced by classical literature (yeah i'm that petty) i know that for some it is a bit tedious to read and i will try to make it lighter, i hope you understand. on the other hand, i will try to explain in small notes the references to some historical facts (like idk, the sarisa) with asterisks, so those who don't know can get a little context. enjoy!

series masterlist || general masterlist [soon]

if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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His father had a very serene voice, a very peaceful gaze.

One morning, as he accompanied you to the strawberry fields, taking a bite out of one of the red triangles, he said—he asked you with a quiet smile. "When i leave, i would like you to take care of him. We know he's more of an idiot than his appearance lets on."

At that moment, you had laughed, because the war seemed far away, because it seemed that Philip had a long way to go, but now he... was no longer there, and now he murdered your father and razed cities. Sometimes you wondered if had you really failed that badly in the task your godfather entrusted to you, but all this was out of your hands, so was he this idiot?

Nah. You know there's something you don't know.

The blood of the man with whom you shared a bittersweet relationship is splattered on his pale hands. He wasn't a good man, no, but he was the only family you had left, at least according to the concept of family your archaic grandmother taught you and the white-haired boy when you were 7 years old.

The consolidation of his power after his father's death had been a tortuous, traumatic process, reaching the point of destroying Thebes and selling its people into slavery. Holy hell, the Thebes Suguru came from. Were they that bad? How bad were they? When did it get to that point?

Now his hands are stained with more and more blood, but now it's blood from your blood, isn't it? We're talking about the man who taught you both how to wield a sword. It should be different, right? Will he stop this paranoia? He has to. Will you? He will.

No. Your subconscious screams at you that Gojo could have stopped sooner. It begs you to do something, to say something, but what specifically?

Because, what can you do while he has Suguru by his side with that blank stare? No, actually, what could you do against Satoru himself? Would you even want to do something against him? You could at least curse him, right? You can. So why do you want to go over and clean his hands after all? Why do you allow yourself to still care?

"You're going to Athens."

Only when he gives that... that rigid order, that sentence, you realize that the corpse must have been there for a couple of minutes. That Suguru approached the balcony of your room, taking a breath and his hair in a bun. That Satoru isn't looking at you, isn't looking at your father, his eyes fixed on your dressing table, specifically on your jeweler. That that wasn't a question. That he was speaking to you as your king.

"What?" Your voice comes out raspy, weak, and a few pathetic tears that had accumulated in your eyes fall down your cheeks and slide down your collarbone at the movement of your head that tilts. It's midnight judging by the position of the moon that looks out your window, so you're wearing a white nightgown like a ghost from a horror tale, illuminated by the loyal moonlight and a weak candle on the wall.

They had arrived with your father yelling at you to wake up and before he could take refuge with your body, Suguru held him, Satoru called him a traitor and choked him until he coughed blood and fell to the ground.

This time he lowers his voice a little, but it's still harsh as if he's holding back from saying something else. "It's what you always wanted, isn't it? Math. Agriculture. It'll be tomorrow morning, the crown will bear the costs."

You frown, you don't stop looking at him, but no longer knowing him.

A very selfish part of you, very attached to the past, wants to think he suggests it orders it to keep you alive and safe, to come back for you when Greece is stable again and he has to leave for Persia,to tske you with him, you want to believe that he has reasons that are born from the appreciation of two old friends, but you know for a fact that your delusions have inconsistencies, that nothing makes sense because he knows it's a plan you would hate, because you know that's something the young a carefree Satoru wouldn't do, and more importantly, because even before his father was killed, even before you and he stopped talking, Satoru did and said hurtful things already, little by little, and you didn't understand what had caused that crack.

Clinging to any good reason or shred of honesty he has, you think of a clever way to respond to his piece of garbage argument. You belong to the closest family to the crown. The crown now owns all of Greece, obviously it's not about the costs, but you try, and.. you don't even know what to say really, so you just clarify it as if his excuse wasn't an stupidity. "You think it was about... about the expenses? My God. I have a duty here in Macedonia, my father-"

Suguru sighs and walks around Satoru to leave the room without even looking at you, it seems that he cannot bear the agonizing nature of the situation, you would also like to just leave, but in the second Suguru took your attention, Satoru took the reins of the conversation. Again. "There's just a war brewing here. You're not even from Macedonia. Your father is dead. You have nothing else to do her-' He lists and you interrupt him too, the difference is that you are hurt and sound hurt.

"I love Macedonia, Satoru, you know that. And you and i—"

"I'll go to Persia" the fact that he didn't even want to listen to what you were going to say about the two of you makes your frown go deeper.

"Yes, but your father-" you had held back from mentioning him because it is a tough subject for everyone, so when he opens his mouth to interrupt you again, you suddenly shout, "YOUR FATHER WOULDN'T WANT THIS! NOTHING, NOTHING OF ALL THIS, NOTHING OF ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE!"

His gaze moves from the corpse to your feet, to your legs, to your torso, to your eyes. The cold night wind seeps into your bones.

His eyes have a mad glint, his jaw clenches and relaxes a few times before he speaks in a tone too threatening for you to bear. "You are the daughter of a traitor, I can't, I shouldn't, and I don't choose to trust you."

You both look at each other in silence, you review his angelic features wondering, is this real?

And it is, so that's it.

You swallow all your words and emotions, because for a brief moment you wonder how you could possibly stay one step ahead of him —for your own good, you remind yourself— and it's definitely not by kneeling down, so, forcing your body to follow your commands, you turn your back on him and reach up to blow out the candle with your fingers.

"I know what to do when i'm not welcome somewhere." You throw it out as a fact, but it's a reminder, because you'd already been kicked out of your home in Sparta, and he knows that story better than anyone. "I'll ride off myself with a guard. I won't be here by noon. Good night."

You lie down with your back to him, as if there were no corpse there, too tense remembering the fact, but hearing movement, a body dragging and a closed door, you allow yourself to close your eyes and to think that swapping identities with some visionary scholar who wants to philosophize in Athens might not be so difficult.

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well that was the preface 😮‍💨 hope you like it

[papercranesandpride]

Every so often you see some aroallo* on here saying that the aro and ace communities should be separate and I just. Have you never actually talked to an asexual? Have you never had a single conversation with one about your aspec identities?

Like, obviously there's the fact that so many people are aroace and so the two communities would still have a lot of overlap no matter what, but even if you're talking about people who are just asexual, we both say and feel the same exact things, just about romance instead of sex. Honestly sometimes it feels like I have more in common with alloaces than aroaces because we both have the same central frustration of "why the hell has society decided that these two things have to go together? Why is only wanting one such a hard concept?" They understand the struggle of how hard it is to find people who are willing to do one thing with you but don't expect you to do the other.

Like, I have had a conversation before with someone who was like "I know this is going to sound super weird, especially from someone who is ace" and I got to say "oh my god, no, not only is that not weird, I've done the exact same thing before but with romance." That's so cool! It's great that we can do that!

Whether you're aro, ace, another aspec identity (because let's not forget about atertiaries), or some combination of those, we all share the same frustration of "why is all media so obsessed with this one thing?" We all can't easily explain our identities to other people. We literally feel the exact same ways, just about different things. The aspec experience is the same across all identities, it's just in different fonts.

Saying we should be separate is like saying that lesbians and gay people shouldn't be in the same community, because lesbians know nothing about attraction to men and gay people know nothing about attraction to women. People have said that too, and I hope you all know how ridiculous that is. It's ignoring the common ground of being attracted to the same gender instead of the one you're supposed to be attracted to, and it's also ignoring how much defining those identities as not liking men/women is going to alienate the bi/pan/etc people who also share most of the same experiences.

Anyway. Hi aces. You are very cool. If anyone doesn't want you sitting with me, I'll make them leave instead.

*(Full disclosure that I'm sure there are aces who say this too, I just don't see it because I don't follow ace tags)

[holybibly]

Since everyone is so excited about the lawsuit, I wanted to clarify a few things.

Firstly, all the comments that were left about me being a cult leader and all that, about me lying and all that, is called cyberbullying. This offensive, rude situation caused me to have an uncontrollable panic attack and I had to take time (hide behind my followers) to come to my senses. I never talk about my problems because I don't think it's a topic for discussion on the blog, but if everyone started talking about how traumatised they were by my stories. And although it's off topic, at the moment I live in a country where there is military action and I can tell you that you have no idea of the psychological trauma and experiences that I and my family have gone through. But that is not what I want to talk about.

And technically, it is legal to sue over this. I am not saying that I will, but I want anyone who does this to know that it is possible, and that you should be held accountable for such things.

Also, to all those who have been sending anonymous abuse to my inbox, I would like to inform you that I have filed a complaint with the tumblr admins for abusive language.

The same goes for the post and all the malicious and slanderous comments about me on the blog @moilele (you can delete the post, I have screenshots anyway) and all the comments under my post are also considered offensive. I have also filed a complaint against them.

If you think you are invisible by posting anonymously, the tumblr administrator can track the message.

Please note that I am not doing this because it is petty and childish, I just want to show everyone that even such insignificant things can cause irreparable damage.

Based on my age, tags, permissions and other details, I can provide irrefutable evidence of this. Note that I immediately offered to block my blog and move on, but someone felt it necessary to continue to force the situation and this is what happened.

When I'm ready, we'll get back to discussing serious matters and changes to the blog. You know, I always tell you that if you feel uncomfortable, if you have any doubts about reading or anything, then block my blog and live an easy life.

But you deliberately go further and then accuse me of hurting you in some way with my stories. But have you ever thought about how your nasty comments hurt and traumatise writers? It seems like you only care about yourself, but I want to change that and protect all writers who are being attacked for no reason. I wasn't joking about the evidence, and believe me, I will make this all public if this situation continues.

Someone will say this is so juvenile, you are no more than fifteen, you bitch (isn't that how my anonymous well-wisher put it?) and I will say this is fair and I have the right to defend myself.

I hope we have put this matter to rest once and for all.

[goldenlionprince]

If you like it you should put a tag on it

You thought I would be ready to let them out of their little bubble in @sorenphelps The Bodyguard AU yet? Nope. But also, hear me out: dog tags 👀

if you want to check out previous parts of mine, I have a collection on AO3 for all of them. tags for @neverenoughmarauders @lovelymasks

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“You really won't look at this?” Sirius asks, tapping his fingers against the flash drive still lying on the nightstand.

James sighs and rolls onto his back. “No, even if you ask me another fifteen times. I won't riffle through your past like you're just a piece of data to analyse. It won't change how I see you anyway.”

Sirius looks at him and there is a flicker of uncertainty in those grey eyes that James just can't have there. “Look, if you want to tell me about your time at the military or about your family or anything at all, you absolutely can. But I want it to come from you, not a military report.”

“What if what I tell you makes you run for the hills?”

“Won't happen.” James turns onto his side so he can better look at Sirius. “How many times do I have to say it for you to believe it? I saw you yesterday. I saw you stab that one Death Eater multiple times and that wasn't even the first time I've seen you get rid of someone.”

Sirius very nearly flinches and James does feel a little bad about it but he has to get it into that stubborn brain of his that James won't be turned away by this.

“There was this guy with the Death Eaters. Severus.” Sirius almost growls at the mention of that name but James pushes on. “Said he was an old military buddy of yours. He couldn't shut up about how many people you've killed. Sounded a little jealous about the numbers, not gonna lie.”

“Buddy,” Sirius grumbles. “Sure we're buddies. He only tried to blow me up and I had to get away through secret tunnels and with the help of a smuggler. Interesting way to declare someone is your buddy.”

James blinks at him multiple times. “Okay, we will come back to that eventually. My focus right now is on the mention of multiple killings.”

“As it should be,” Sirius says, sounding almost defeated now. “He didn't lie to you, James. It might be a first in his miserable life but he didn't lie.”

“Oh, really?” James huffs. “So your body count fills multiple graveyards?”

“It might. I've lost count.” Sirius looks at the fabric of the blanket, plucking at a loose thread. “The things you've seen yesterday, that's not the first time I did that. Nor was it the worst I ever did. The nickname they gave me... the Grim, the omen of death... it was well deserved. Do you know how much death you have to bring for people to see you like that? To see you and know they will die? And you know what's the worst about all of it? I enjoyed it. I wore that name with pride. I loved doing my job so well.”

“I still don't -”

“James,” Sirius interrupts him, looking at him desperate to understand. “I was addicted to that life. And I might still be because all of those people yesterday? I enjoyed killing every single one of them. I might never be able to shake the Grim completely.”

Sirius sighs and closes his eyes, unable to look at James any longer. James reaches out for him, cupping his cheek in his hand. “I saw all the bodies there when we walked out of the warehouse. All the blood,” James says, using his other hand as well when Sirius tries to pull away, cradling his face gently but firmly in both of his hands. “My point is, I know you're capable of violence. I'm not blind. I do realize you have a bloody past and it's a part of you. But I also know that you've never turned that violence against me, and that, when I needed you, you were there and ready to rip the whole world apart for me. Why is it so hard for you to hear that this is incredibly hot and won't make me run away?”

With another sigh Sirius leans into the touch, his lips brushing against the palm of James' left hand in a barely there kiss. “Because it won't be the first time something like that ruined a relationship for me.”

“Remus?” James asks. Sirius only nods.

“Well, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not Remus.”

A little chuckle leaves Sirius' lips. “Yeah, I've noticed.”

“Good. So listen to me. I really need you to listen,” James continues, his voice almost a whisper. “I'm in love with you, Sirius. With the person you are right now. I need you to believe that I chose you and I won't change my mind on that or run away.”

“You can't promise that,” Sirius says as he opens his eyes again but he looks very much like he wants to believe it.

“I just did,” James says with a shrug like it's the most normal thing in the world because for him it is. It's easy to promise something like that because he knows he's stubborn enough to hold on to Sirius, no matter what. Stubborn enough to hold on until Sirius finally sees he's worth it.

Sirius looks at him like he can't believe someone like James can even exist, then pulls him closer and kisses him again, deep and long and all consuming.

They don't talk for a while after that.

****

Sunset lights the whole evening sky on fire. It's all flaming reds and oranges, tinged with a little bit of purple at the edges. It reminds James of the phoenix on Sirius' chest, brilliant and bright with a taste of new beginnings.

Sirius leans over to the nightstand and pulls the drawer open, but instead of searching something inside he reaches underneath the drawer to where he had hidden the flash drive. “Is there another one?” James asks with a lazy smile from where he sits, leaning against the headboard of the bed. “Is this where I find out you're really the prince of a small European country somewhere hidden in the alps?”

Sirius' laugh echoes through the small room. “Sorry to disappoint. As much as my parents would have liked it, we're not royalty.”

“And here I thought I could be king someday,” James says with a grin as Sirius turns back to him, a small envelope in his hands. “How will I live now with my dreams shattered?”

“I hope you'll survive somehow,” Sirius says and rips the envelope open. The silver chain he pours out of it into his palm reflects the red light of the setting sun.

Before James can ask him what he's doing, Sirius drops the chain around James' neck, cool metal hitting the centre of his chest. James picks up the small pendants attached to the chain and looks at them in the fading light.

BLACK SIRIUS O. ᛈᛉ390 AB POS GRYFFINDOR

Dog tags. They are Sirius' dog tags.

“I probably should have gotten rid of them ages ago,” Sirius says, watching James as he lets them fall back against his chest.

“Why didn't you?” James asks. The metal warms up against his skin. He likes the feeling of it. It's barely there weight but James likes the reassurance it brings.

Sirius shrugs. “Couldn't get myself to do it. Now I'm glad I kept them.”

A grin spreads on James' lips. “Do you like the idea of your name on me?”

“You have no idea,” Sirius says, a matching grin tugging at his lips as he hooks his fingers into the chain around James' neck and pulls him closer. “I would like it even more if you'd wear them all the time.”

James' heartbeat speeds up at the thought alone. “I think I can do that,” he says, sounding almost a little breathless to his own ears, before he crashes their lips back together in a heated kiss.

Outside the window the first stars can be seen in the slowly darkening sky.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Seven (ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @annoyingcloudearthquake <3

This is for an angsty "Tommy has a secret" fic.

"I should go," Tommy says.

"Oh, really?" Buck asks, irritated. "What is it this time? A shift? A doctor's appointment? Or did you just remember you are meeting some nameless person in some nameless bar? Come on, Tommy. There's no reason to leave. There never was a reason to leave."

Tommy's lips are a thin line. He's already reaching for the door handle. "See you, Evan."

"You do know you can't run away every time we are about to have a serious conversation, right?" Buck asks, suddenly not willing to give up. Not this time. "What is it that you can't tell me?"

"You don't want to know this about me, Evan," Tommy says, his walls cracking for a volatile moment, pain flickering in his eyes before he tries his best to look indifferent again.

Buck feels hurt. "What are you talking about? I'm in love with you, Tommy, I want to know everything about you."

Oh. This was not how and when he wanted to say it.

Tommy freezes. He stares at Buck, incredulously. "You're ... in love with me?"

"Well. Yes. I thought that's kind of obvious. Can we talk now? Please?" Buck pleads, reaching for Tommy. Wanting to pull him back. Away from that door.

Tommy hesitates.

No pressure tags: @dark-alice-lilith, @screamlet, @screaming-universe, @judymarch15, @weewoowings

[frickingnerd]

it's going down now

pairing: mitsuru kirijo x gn!reader

summary: you overhear your girlfriend confront your ex, standing up for you when you couldn't do it yourself!

tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship, hints at an abusive relationship (reader & their ex), protective!mitsuru

“regardless of if you hurt them physically or not, you still hurt them and i never want to see you near them again. do i make myself clear?”

with one ear pressed against the door, you quietly listened to mitsuru's voice on the other side of the door. you couldn't see who she was talking to, but you already had a suspicion…

when your girlfriend hadn't waited for you in front of her classroom, like she always did, you had started to look around for her. and once you heard her talking to someone, in a classroom that should be empty, you got a little curious and decided to listen in, before shortly realizing that this conversation was all about you.

“yes… very clear.” you quietly heard your ex's voice from inside the classroom. there was a long moment of silence, before you could hear footsteps approaching the door, causing you to get startled.

“for both of our sake, i'll pretend this conversation never happened. but if i see you near them again, i'll have to inform the student council about your deeds.”

with one final warning, mitsuru was ready to leave the classroom. as soon as the door opened, you rounded a corner in the hallway and hid behind it for a moment. but just when you planned to act as if you had just arrived, mitsuru's head popped up from around the corner.

“how much did you hear?” your girlfriend smiled, a little amused, yet still left somber from the serious conversation she just had.

“i– i didn't–” you started, trying to think of a way to lie your way out of this. but you quickly caved and told the truth. “not all of it. just the end…”

mitsuru sighed softly, as she leaned next to you against the wall. for a moment, there was this awkward silence between you two, before she spoke up again.

“i hope you don't think of me as some jealous girlfriend now that goes around and intimidates your ex partners. but in this case, i couldn't just sit around and do nothing. what they did to you wasn't right and i needed them to know to stay away from you.”

“i-i'm not upset with you, mitsuru–!” you quickly clarified, seeing as your girlfriend seemed to feel a bit guilty about her actions. “i'm… happy, actually. you stood up for me… i-i could never do that for myself, so it means a lot to me that you did it for me…”

a surprised look hushed over mitsuru's face, before that somber smile returned.

“i'll always stand up for you. and you'll always have my protection.” mitsuru softly told you, as her hand caressed your cheek. “i'll make sure nobody ever hurts you again, no matter what.”

[delawaredetroit]

hi, i just went through your #bakugo critical tag as a bakugo hater myself, and i love love love how you take the time to pull textual evidence for your claims and arguments in a lot of bite-size posts

i wanted to ask - what are your thoughts on how bakugo lacks a fundamental understanding of all might as a hero?

in many of your posts about bakugo's lackluster arc and conclusion, you talk about how he never embodies the true definition of "hero" that the series tries to put out. yet as someone who idolizes all might, THE number one hero who saves people with a smile, bakugo never comes to this realization that he should actually emulate his hero and care about the people he is meant to be saving. that never sat right with me, especially since all might was a catalyst for bakugo's guilt in kamino ward and since bakugo "honored" all might in his (frankly) dumb hero name.

another question i have is: do you think bakugo's character arc would have improved if he had discovered that all might was quirkless before receiving one for all?

i felt like all might being quirkless was such an underused character detail, especially given that discrimination against quirkless people was literally a motivator for izuku and (again) bakugo idolized all might so much yet never understood him. though all might being quirkless was a huge secret, i feel like, if written well, bakugo discovering all might's past through one way or another could have caused a significant shift in his beliefs and in his relationship with izuku

sorry for the rant, i've been sitting on these bakugo critiques for a while, but i'm super interested to hear your thoughts!

Thanks. If I'm going to criticize a character as polarizing as Bakugou, there needs to be receipts of course.

As for Bakugou fundamentally misunderstanding All Might as a hero, I don't think that was a narrative problem in Act One at least. That misunderstanding of heroism as strength and victory alone was a good part of his fundamental conflict with Izuku.

And early on in Act Two with Deku versus Kacchan Part 2 it seemed promising. Bakugou realized Izuku gained power and that All Might chose him, so he was thinking hard about why All Might would do that. If this wasn't all about natural strength, then why would he choose Izuku?

And Bakugou did learn in Act Two that victory also means completing the save. He also learned to smile in the face of despair. By the time he received his own provisional license, he realized that All Might was the type of person who valued saving above victory despite his insistence that both were needed.

But instead of trying to understand that difference in values, Bakugou decided that All Might and Izuku were crazy for valuing others above themselves. And Bakugou's understanding of All Might pretty much stagnated from that point onwards.

It's part of why Bakugou saving All Might in the last arc lacks the impact that it should have. Other than the overcoming fate plotline between Izuku and All Might being largely disregarded, Bakugou still didn't understand and accept All Might as he was. Izuku admired All Might the hero as a fanboy, but after becoming his successor Yagi Toshinori the person became Izuku's hero. Even in Act Three, it's unclear to me if Bakugou would have respected All Might if he hadn't been the former hero popularity contest winner.

And it might have been interesting for Bakugou to grapple with the fact that All Might was once quirkless. To some extent, he probably knows that after learning how One for All works and noticing that All Might did not add a quirk to the mix. But to be honest, Bakugou already took up too much of the oxygen in the room on the plotlines related to quirklessness in canon, so it's fine that Bakugou didn't have some big revelation on that.

tl;dr: Bakugou's inability to understand All Might at a fundamental level only became narratively unforgivable in Act Three. Until that point, the misunderstanding was a good source of ideological conflict and potential growth, but it became a glaring problem when reformed Bakugou still didn't get All Might's heroism.

[yennas-stuff]

Now Gwynriels are dragging Elain down saying she is boring and they don't gaf about her only that her story is next to gwynriels and it's obvious and eluciens are stupid if they thing elucien is next

And I should just take your word for it and shit on them?

Girl, what is your goal? Even if they did, I am not their mother. I dont control what people post. If they do, let them. I am a grown up, I know how tumblr works. If I see something I dont agree with, I will stop following or block.

Elain does not exist. It won't hurt her. I'm not going to scold people for being mean to her. I will just disagree and maybe post something on my own blog to discuss it.

Move on, anon. Post something nice about Elain, then. Make her tag pretty.

[kaufmann-6]

Let's talk about tagging! I feel like many of us need some tips on how to tag on AO3, so follow along to find out some common mistakes people make when tagging their works.

1 - Wrong relationship tag

I feel like we've all been overwhelmed by AO3's interface and what everything meant when we first started posting fics, but I wish people looked up how to tag relationships before posting their work.

What you need to know about this is that relationship tags that have a bar ("/") refer to romantic and/or sexual relationships, and the ones that have an ampersand ("&") refer to platonic relationships such as family, friends, etc.

It affects the readers experience on the site if the writer tags the platonic ship and the fic has those characters in a romantic relationship. I really don't like opening a fic to see that and be immediately disappointed, so please be mindful when putting your relationship tags in.

2 - Cross-tagging

This one also applies to Tumblr. Tagging characters, relationships and other tags that are not important to the story or are secondary and barely appear is not nice and it crowds those tags with fics that don't even feature that character/relationship more than a few times.

I know you are just trying to get more people to see your work, as a writer, I feel that; I always debate with myself which tags are relevant when tagging, but just don't do that, please, the right reader will find your works, but don't crowd unnecessary tags, that disturbs the experience of many readers that have to scroll past dozens of fics just to find one that actually has the character/ship they want in the spotlight.

3 - AUs and fandom tagging

This one is talking about how people tag a fandom when posting an AU instead of using an AU tag for that fandom in the additional tags.

This is specially a problem on small fandoms. People write AUs based on those fandoms and tag them in the fandoms of the fic, and that ends up crowding the tag with fics that don't even have the original fandom's characters.

It's different from crossovers, when you use the fandom tag, because AUs use the plot, not the characters, so you should put the fandom in the additional tags and reference that it's an AU, instead of using the actual fandom tag.

Some examples of what I'm trying to explain are Harry Potter AUs. Many people write their characters in a Harry Potter-like setting, but the fic is not actually a HP fic, if you get what I'm saying, because no HP characters are in it, only the writer's characters form another fandom or original work.

4 - Tagging a trope that is only in the fic for a chapter or two

I feel like this one also relates to cross-tagging, and it refers to tagging major tropes that pop up in a fic at a random time for only one or two chapters.

Some good examples of this are "sickfic" and "case-fic". Those two tags refer to a type of work that is centered in a theme, such as a "sickfic", in which the entire story revolves around a sick character, or "case-fic", when the plot is about solving a case and what it entails.

Maybe instead of using a tag that implies a model of a fic such as "sickfic", you could use, for example "Sick character A".

5 - Not putting possible triggers in the additional tags

It's important to tag for possible triggers in your fic so people can avoid fics that contain them and not get accidently triggered in the middle of reading.

6 - Misuse of Ratings

I know rating can be hard, and we often feel unsure of which rating is appropriate, which is why you should read the description of each rating and find the one that fits better in your fic.

On AO3, you can click on the blue "?" button next to the ratings when putting the fic information in, that helped me a lot when I began posting.

You wouldn't want to tag something that has a sensitive topic as General Audiences just because it's not explicit. Believe me, I've seen everything.

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Had the worse work day at this job. I couldn't even force myself to stay the last half an hour before close because I had been forcing myself to stay on the up and up since before lunch (12pm for me). I even took breaks away from the commotion to try to calm myself down but that only helped for a few minutes before somethin else happened that brought me right back to the 'I'm literally so close to loosing my shit on the next person who mildly annoys me that my stomach hurts'.

It's been a months long dog pile but Friday and Saturday really just lit the metaphorical shit on fire with gas. I feel like I've been gettin the shit end of the stick for months now, prob since before November-any problem or error comes back to me either to fix it or it's somehow 'my fault' in the first place. Friday was the whole label debacle, my money manger told my other 2 coworkers who completely failed to tell me that info, which the lady making the labels gets miffed with me but I atleast knew that wasn't aimed *at* me cause we were both really frustrated with the label thing. But then MM calls the shop cell (we don't have walkie talkies), I answer it cause I'm usually at the register and she tells me that she told my other 2 coworkers who were supposed to tell me the info, so now she's frustrated, I'm mad, the lady labels is miffed, no one's happy, my other 2 coworkers are ignorant. When MM was talking to me it sounded like she was chewing me out, which I didn't take well cause it wasn't my fault that NEITHER FUCKIN COWORKER told me the info, so now I'm mad at my coworkers for not telling me, which in turn makes the label lady miffed, ect...

Later I told the LL that MM chewed me out for my coworkers not telling me I had to send her, LL, a list of names and quantity, not just a set number of generic lables to print which what I was originally told. Which I guess LL told MM, cause later MM texts me that she wasn't trying to be mean to me and that she didn't want me to think she was coming down on me. Even thou it really felt like that in the moment.

Then today, Saturday, a guy asks for help for trees and shrubs and stuff. I don't know the details about that kinda stuff, like quantity, care, what we carry esp for trees, so I try to call 2 guys in the garden to come up and help him out. Which my other manager, my supervisor, has said to do, call one of the guys up to the front to help a customer. Neither answer their phone, so I tell him no one's answering so your best bet is to find a guy already out there. Apparently that wasn't the right thing to do. He does go back there thou, maybe like 10mins later he briskly walks back leaving, we ask if he found anyone, he says somethin like 'no one who was interested to help', and he's already gone, nothing I could do to make him turn back. I ask the owner to tell the one guy who didn't answer to get his phone cause he has a history of not gettin his phone and letting it die. I also tell her about the guy who left, to which she says 'why didn't I walk him back there to find someone'. Like. I'm not a sales associate. Why should I have to walk 5 acres of land to find 1 out of 2 guys to do their damn job. And if I don't find one then what? I can only bs my way for so long. No I'm not a complete idiot when it comes to plants but idk what trees we have and I can't drive him next door on the golf cart to show him either. Besides the gact that I probably dont have permission to do that, idk how to drive a golf cart. From then on out it's like anythin that can go wrong with somethin or just somethin annoying did go wrong. Customers complaining, managers complaining, coworkers avoiding doing work. The thing that finally broke me was when the LL called and said that the same guy who's phone is always conveniently dead (my words not hers) had tagged off her plants for her client and he just tagged them off for my client. Her client hadn't payed for them yet thou and she said he can explain to him that he waited too long and lost the sale, but like, it still fucked me over. I told the phone dead guy who immediately gets mad at me saying why I told her. I didn't tell her shit! I told her 160 tibuchina were tagged off for an install, which is standard protocal to text in the delivery group chat of what is going to be delivered+installed. He says he saw the tag and tagged his, not hers, but he continues to go on and on and at one point goes 'do you think I'm blind?' I KNOW YOU ARE. He is literally colour blind!! For all I know he could have easily missed the green+blue striped tag in the leaves! I didn't snap at him thou and had to walk away, but I still couldn't calm down which led to the whole crying sobbing and leaving early.

I talked to the owner a bit before leaving cause I texted her I was leaving, which I maybe shouldn't have done, I should have just not told anyone and they can figure it out when they see me punched out early and not being around the last half an hour to close, but I figured I would be courteous and give her a heads up if no one else. I didn't bother letting my coworkers know that I was leaving. Fuck them. She ended up seeing me as I was walking to the front end to get my work bag from the register area, we talked a bit but it doesn't feel like anythin really came from it. She said she would talk to the other girls too but my supervisor has had TWO meetings about the same shit, and they clearly don't care. They're gonna do whatever they want cause I'm the one who carries the front end while they go off in lala land not having to do the little they do up front.

I don't even want to go into work tomorrow even thou I said I would. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to interacting with my coworkers who can't help, avoid doing work and can't tell me shit, or the MM who I'm sure the supervisor has told that I was crying in her office, or the phone dead guy who kept getting mad at me all Saturday cause I threw him under the bus finally about not having his damn phone charged for work even thou it's been a months long problem with him. Thou he won't be at work Sunday so atleast there's that. I still have to make sure he didn't tag LL plants thou.

TL;DR Worse work day of this job ever, I feel like shit, I cried alot, I get in trouble for shit that isn't my fault and the straw finally broke the camels back Saturday. I don't want to go into work Sunday and if I didn't have bills I wouldn't. Wish me luck I guess.

Posted by admin Rodney

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endless ghifs 11/? ⛧ source — "I don't wanna end like this—"

[im-the-j-in-anthony-j-crowley]

Good omens tag game

Name two things you have in common with Aziraphale and two things you have in common with Crowley

More reasons to love them!

Crowley

1.- Taste for black clothes and... I WANT TO BELIEVE that I look good too

2.- I love Aziraphale Dramatic

Aziraphale

1.- I love books

2.- Stubborn. Really stubborn

No pressure tags: @fearandhatred @bildads-shoes @harbinger-of-existential-dread @di-42 @sayeverythingwillbefineplease @littlekhaos626

And of course, open tags!