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eye-in-hand · 2 months ago

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This was written by a very close friend of mine, who through out this past year has always made me feel listened to, and quietly stood with Jews and against the horrors we have faced since October 7th. Today they decided to stop being silent, and it means more to me than they could ever realize.

They gave me permission to post this onto my blog:

honestly the fandomisation of the I/P shit is endlessly infuriating. we used to say "if theres a table of 10 people and ones a nazi its a table of 10 nazis" and now we think that jumping on the "jews came to our country to replace our population and need to be stopped" movement with 0 hours of complex study on how to. avoid becoming a "jews came to our country to replace our population and need to be stopped" person (nazi). is just easy, safe, normal, and simple enough that anyone can do it. We just dropped the "punch a nazi" thing as soon as it involved giving a single shit about jews enough to not treat their histories, cultures, and so on like a footnote in something greater than them where theyre all collectively fucked up enough to make learning anything about them before turning against them warranted

if out of all conflicts in the world right now you want to join the "ok but THIS time jews are coming to a country to replace the population and need to be stopped" and no other conflicts, and you dont even know enough about antisemitism to know what zionism is beyond bastardised appropriated definitions let alone the probably hundreds of dogwhistles (dogwhistle: something thats not obvious and you cant spot through just Being Smart)... you can be so right about the conclusion of which side is "right" though insert my fucking rant on wars being complicated, you can get the right answer with the wrong equation, but still have the blood of innocent jews on your hands if youre just swinging fucking wildly at this conflict fuelled more by fucking hatred and "oh man this is outrageous! time to spread it time to reblog this post come on everybody eyes on this!" than you are by an actual need to get your hands properly dirty and help out

if you choose only one conflict out of every single conflict out there currently to get involved with, and its the one that has five nazis at the table out of ten, because yeah, "jews come to countries to harm the populace and take over and need to be ousted" politics attract a lot of nazis.... and you dont have hours upon hours of experience with jews, understanding what harms them, what logic people use to get you on their side against jews, and so on.... you cant turn around and tell me youre a good person

If theres five nazis at this table... and you dont know shit about judaism and nazism to even understand the bare fucking basic minimum that nazis are not people in funny costumes who salute weirdly and who stick out, that they were popular enough to have a death toll of millions, that they had scientists, doctors, professors, philosophers, and a million other professionals as well as media both on their side and teaching others... if you dont even understand that everyday people like us are not immune to propaganda and that its popular to hate jews and that news sources and professionals and researchers and reporters are likely going to be biased - you can understand full fucking well that a common newspaper wouldnt report good information on trans issues nor be sensitive and up to date with how to navigate transphobia, but you believe they can report well on both another minority's and a foreign countries' issues? you can understand that its hard to find correct and sensitive understandings of minorities you are a part of but cant extend that logic to jews too? - if you cant understand the sheer fucking basics of "actually, this is a sensitive conflict, every single thing i reblog or repost has the possibility to be antisemitic, antisemites arent weirdos spurting easily spotted nonsense, entire professions can spend all day every day pumping out studies and info on things like trans people and disabled people and other minorities and still be wrong, man, I should probably spend a lot of time researching how to sit at a table with nazis because theyre going to be talking to us like we're regular people and not show their ass unless we stand opposed to them"...

it is, explicitly, a choice to get involved with every single conflict out there. youre consciously making the choice to not get involved in every other one! youre not in the countries affected, youre not assigned the front lines, you have a choice. Im not saying choose not to get involved. Im saying this: If you have a choice to stick your fucking fresh face into a hostage negotiation you sure as hell should have done a fucktonne of research on hostage negotiation, on the hostages themselves, on the motives, on everything known in the case, yeah? Otherwise your incompetence is gonna have a real impact - whether the hostages die or not theres lifelong trauma and community ripple effects on the line here... You get that for a hostage situation right? Choosing to get involved with the lives of just a few people warrants hours of research and in-person meetings and breakdowns of all the history of the situation? So how much does butting in on a war warrant? A couple hours listening to your pre-selected sources and following a tag about it? yeah. right. didnt think so

If you have a choice, make a fucking smart one. If your answer to having a choice is "no i dont have a choice, me this random foreigner with what looks like a saviour complex has the power to sway the war if i gather enough people so im gonna do it, i have no choice its a moral imperative" ok. For sake of argument, you have no choice, and for some reason your blabbing on social media is affecting the conflict, and we'll say youre even getting actively involved in swaying it. Congrats, youre now involved with hundreds of thousands of lives. make your fucking decision and make it well, if you dont even have enough information to navigate this like it was a hostage situation of maybe double digits then you are, at this point, playing with lives of foreign people like theyre fucking chess pieces on a board

Ultimately... for 99% of us getting involved the only fucking people that are going to be impacted by this are a) the sparse few people from the countries online (sparse compared to the billions from other places) who have to not just deal with the fucking conflict but uneducated people using their home's war to get out their anger on, and b) the displaced jews who are watching, realtime, which you'd know if you spent two fucking seconds researching what the ripple effects of the half-nazi table are having, as violence - literal, not someone calling you a slur on the internet, actual life threats, injuries, bloodshed and death - rises against them

Again, im not implying you have the wrong conclusion if youre on the side accusing jews of the age old "youre invading and we need to get rid of you", i am fully aware that a) sometimes some people of a minority do the thing theyre accused of doing by mega racists, b) some people against the jews here are talking about living peacefully, theres people on all sides pro-peace, and so on. I am saying that fucking no one does a mere ten hours of research on this from sources they both agree and disagree with let alone the hundreds of hours of lived in experience and research and study that millions of fucking lives deserve from you. You have a choice to be involved, if you get what you get out of it - moral superiority, something to be angry about, something to argue about, a scary thing to be worried about, no, you cant convince me you get nothing out of it when you act towards it identically to how true crime moms act towards true crime - the fucking least you could do in exchange is treat this like its actually worth your time enough for you to properly study, not research, study.

"But its a genocide!" "But its an emergency!" first of all its not a genocide, but im not going to pretend i dont get the point is "this is something i feel like needs to be stopped right now and people are reaching out for help and so we need to help"... Ok, like a hostage situation, fast response needed right now, hostages are begging for help on the news. So are you prepared enough to meet a hostage situation in your country? No? But youre prepared for a gang war in your country? No? But youre prepared for a civil war in your country? No? But. youre prepared for... this.... you think you fucking know enough about this to get involved... youre so prepared for and pushing for your voice to have an impact in this.... yeah. you will have an impact. youre already having one. Turns out if you did five fucking minutes of research one of the first things youd find out is that oh, when theres a conflict involving two minorities of your country, uh, oh dear, arguing against them, pushing information into the mainstream about how (the racist stereotypes are right) even if overseas, how theyre dangerous, how theyre dangerous to entire countries, and so on.... thats dangerous to those minorities in your country! Who'd've thought! And step fucking one then would be to navigate helping the conflict overseas without increasing conflict in your own country.......... yeah

this shit is, and i fucking stand by it, the fucking same as the true crime girlies. the fucking moms who spread those videos of people breaking in and kidnapping people and so on. Its not even a matter of arguing the videos are staged, or whathaveyou, we can all understand that spreading poorly researched opinions on things even when those things are indeed bad and did indeed happen can have huge effects on communities. Conservatives arent lying when they spread trans pedos and talk about how trans people Can be disgusting, they sure as hell are increasing violence against trans people though! We can all fucking understand that sitting here blogging about trans people being pedos and abusers is going to increase people thinking all trans people are like that even if we tell them we're just talking about specific ones in a specific place! So fucking tell me please god that one other fucking non-jew on this godsforsaken website can fucking see how dangerous this table with five fucking nazis is yeah??

People are people. people are going to hear their own version of what youre saying. if you keep talking about how gross the trans rapists and abusers are and talking about how we need to stop them you get that people are going to hear trans people are bad because you joined in the trans discussion without enough research to know how to spread issues safely.......... yeah. but jews arent as important as any other minority, always left on the sideline, so who cares if theyre in danger amirite lets focus on white "saving" the foreign country because apparently we're so talented and so good at resolving wars that we can do it with like ten hours research in between watching our fave netflix shows and reblogging fandom shit

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It's important for goyim to talk about I/P in a way that doesn't dehumanize Israelis, Jews, Palestinians or Arabs. Because everyone actually affected by this conflict has been hurting for far too long, and all your "Activism" does is fan the flames of hate.

Anyways, to my friend. I really appreciate you saying something at a time that most people won't.

It's sad that this is such a controversial take to both sides of the political spectrum these days. Telling people to research a conflict before having an opinion, and to stop pushing hate towards ethnic minorities. But I appreciate you saying it.

#jewish//#politics//#antisemitism #i/p

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expfcultragreen · 23 days ago

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The main langley 711 closed but its whatever because they stopped making mojos and switched to shitty old wedges a few months back 😩

I actually sort of applaud whoever pulled the plug on forcing people to staff it, they were constantly being harassed by bitchy methheads

Which, no offense to methheads in general but, you know the problem people suck all the fun out of everything

That was a neighborhood 24 hour resource that kept getting shittier and is gone now, for brand integrity reasons i would guess

Like, it was rare there werent people camped out outside on the 711 lot or actively overdosing on the premises with firetrucks onsite, and most any night there were multiple active drug deals/a shooting gallery situation in the parking lot or by the dumpsters, plus whatever was happening inside with someone wanting/needing some kind of leeway and being stymied by capitalism etc

Its unclear why this sometimes happens to 711 other than, the people working there tend to be polite about it because theyre not highly regarded by the society that demands 711 either, and the people who go there habitually/camp out there, tend to focus on places that are open 24 hours because they cant go to dry shelters etc

So these businesses are often put in the position of operating in a capacity its not legal for them to operate in, (or else, making enemies in the local transient-and-wacky demographic thats attracted to certain locations for largely geographic reasons)....in order to pick up the slack left by these religiously affiliated anti-drug places that would rather people die than be housed while high

...on the topic of the transient-and-wacky demographic, if you want good advice about being cool with these people, you have to imagine that basically everyone theyve dealt with lately other than other homeless people, are essentially a faceless mass of judgemental calvinist douchbags who never cared about their wellbeing as fellow humans and demonstrably have evil/purely selfish values revolving around profit and a pyramid of enslavement and dont understand true humanism/fraternity/sorority/[any religion name here]/whatever, and every time you enforce some little procedure of whatever bureaucracy your workplace has, thats you assigning yourself evil

....which is exhausting on a long enough timeline even for people who get it, but also, are not social workers but ARE at work

But maybe we should all be taught social work skills instead of like, trig

Some of this stuff is easy for me because ive always been seeing evidence of a reciprocal balancing mechinism to linear reality (karma) ever since i started watching for it as a kid.....so im like, workplace protocol isnt as important as how i myself would want to be treated should i end up in their shoes...(never bought the myth that its personal failings that cause desperate circumstances, always saw how often people socially mob up and destroy the futures of people for petty reasons, could be anyone....cast out)

A big part of the problem is domestication; they dont know how to medicate their trauma other than drugs (for reasons; no money for therapy, no trust in therapy etc) BUT they paradoxically have largely-externally-cultivated resentment for everything about being anywhere they can get them (because theyre not remote diy producers, or colleagues of similar....maybe because they have 0 chill), ie the hostile aesthetics and ergonomics of public spaces and mainly, the people who functionally "fit" eg people who can get jobs and are earning money by flexing on them about where they can be, what theyre allowed to do

People who actively enjoy holding themselves above the people who've had the most damaging lives, entirely deserve their disdain.....but also, anyone who is even just avoidant in the wrong way reads as yet-another-one-of-Them....the authoritarians....the teachers, the stepdads, the nuns, the jocks, the librarians, the mallcops, the clerks, etc/whoever, the ones who've always been there to cast you out, poised to do it.....there are of course skids who actually dont have a problem with authority to a compulsive extent and are conventionally pleasant in demeanor, for the record....typically theyve been hurt first/worst by peers. Most skids are not having a good day when you meet them. (This is tongue-in-cheek understatement; my point is that people often hold visibly impoverished people to standards of decorum that only make imaginationland sense, to people who've never been unsheltered for long, never looked like "a vagrant" etc and might tend to take issue with the idea that its not some kind of choice, to just be "difficult" as a lifestyle....i guess for the thrill of risking being beaten to death by nazis for not being at work?)

And yeah at this point theres a counterculture of identification with being so defiant of a corrupt system in its dysfunction that its dysfunctional, like, it renders one unable to function.....imo/ime, thats trauma, when its creating loss of general functionality. We shouldnt be in such a rush to prove we're just as traumatized as anyone else or to valorize their/our own state of painful defiance, in spite of its paradigmatic righteousness, rationality, etc; the issue here is, we're in the unenlightenment when it comes to healing that pain. Some people say the best way forward is violent radical action, blabla, total rev eternal war yaddayadda....i dont think that leads us out of trauma, kids. I think we have to be like, ummm... corny about all this

Could we all just try voting progressive/lib for the gotcha one way or the other, just so everyone who said it wouldn't make a difference can really see if they were telling the truth, instead of tilting it in their own favor by not bothering and risking the kind of con wins we're bound to have a real blowsome time with, theyre like "we'll just use police to assassinate you all in raids and political prisons and blablabla" basically....its like the 1 reason to hate AI, the 1% might be using us to train our replacements

I have no idea what "basic human decency" is supposed to look like, as noted, there are many opposing views...do the 1% have "basic human decency"? Impossible, they havent abolished themselves already

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mmunson86 · 1 year ago

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Eddie shut up you are clearly in the state of DENIAL get over it like a big boy you know freaking well you dont hate us, we are not that bad stop fronting , idk what other journalist hurt your feelings but it was not us so yeah suck it up buttercup, chill the freak out dude maybe Jeff realized we are nice and is being nice you know like a normal human! Admit it Eddie we make ya dick tingle & you are jelly of the other bandmates getting close because you wish you could too , if only your façade wasn’t in the way😏

Like i said your mad at yourself baby we are not the problem, we would treat you the same way we treat any other of the band mates but you “ hate us” sooo i guess we will never know, some people want a real romance Edward so excuse Jeff for treating his relationship seriously you grumpy ass, awee a perfect day for you is waking up to a chick who you emptied your balls into , wont remember her name & give 0 fucks about? Awww baby you are lonelier than i thought Eddie🙃🤍

Look i know he isnt cruel i know all of this is past trauma & a façade he is playing but WTF dude! real good job i mean you should be happy right? We got hurt lets throw a party & to top it off you are going to blame us? Get a grip Eddie , GOOD thats right Richie tear this MF a new one give him the wrath he has earned himself! Babe the way i was cheering Richie on as he told Eddie off , part of me feels bad but part of me doesn’t🤷🏻‍♀️

Oh Eddie we would ask you but you clearly made up your mind about us being a “shark” “wanting to sink are teeth into your band” soo why bother trying, might as well let you come to us, babe you want us you cant stop thinking about us even when you have another lonely desperate girl who you’ll probably imagine is us on your lap, not just that but you called out our name? *alexa play Call Out My Name by The Weeknd* yeah DENIAL Eddie thats what you are going through 😅

You know what Eddie your issues are deep rooted and it might be what we found out at the end of the chapter ( i am gagged BTW , ESCANDALO) so ill cut him SOME slack but that has nothing to do with us, i know this man wants and craves a deep connection & knows he could with us but he is so terrified to let himself feel again after what happened to him that he treats US, one of the few people that treat him like a human , like trash he treats us dead as like trash ; but like i said you will be crawling to us because you know we are your endgame soo we will let you figure that out big guy😘

This was soo good i need more lol the drama lord the drama that is going to explode after this one, i know Eddie is putting up a front , i know he has trauma he needs to heal from! i cant wait to see where this goes thank you for another great chapter in this insanely good series its appreciated love🥹💗

Us to Eddie⬇️😅

PRICE OF FAME (PART 2/?)

hiii here's these two again, enjoy!!

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: eddie still hates you, you're way too nice, and gareth fucked up big time

contains: enemies to lover trope, themes of sexism/misogyny, smoking, drug and alcohol use, reader gets injured (nothing crazy), eddie hooking up with someone that's not reader, mean eddie, sexual themes, a glimpse of needy n sad eddie, mild violence (eddie punches someone), and Eddie being nosey <3

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Eddie can’t do it.

He can’t fucking stand you. He hates that you’re everywhere, always around, always lingering— like a fucking hawk— just silently watching and waiting for one of them to fuck up. And he hates that you carry that fucking journal everywhere, always jotting down notes about whatever bullshit you write about— and he’s sure it isn’t any good either way because most of the time, the band does the same shit every day. There’s nothing for you to write about. They do a show, hang out backstage, catch wind of some party, stay out until they can’t physically walk anymore, and crash as soon as they get to the hotel.

It’s the same shit. Yet, you’re always writing something down as if something new has happened— as if it’s something intriguing and eye-catching.

You barely talk for the first few days; you just watch and observe, and Eddie thinks this must be how animals at the zoo feel— on display and putting up some fascinating show. He hates it.

After the third show, you start to loosen around the edges and start actually talking, like a normal human being. You talk to Jeff the most, laugh at his shitty jokes and ask him questions about songs and lines he’s written in past songs, and Eddie hates that. He hates watching you sit next to Jeff and scribble in your journal as Jeff strums out a new hook.

He hates that whenever he brings you up to Jeff and makes some snide comment about you, Jeff never joins in— just shrugs and says, ‘She’s not too bad, actually.’

As if Eddie would ever believe that.

Gareth hardly pays any mind to you; he's too busy checking out chicks and just… being Gareth, but you’ve talked to him on multiple occasions. Eddie’s caught glimpses of you two chatting at rehearsals or in the green room. You even sat with him at breakfast the other day, and Eddie— Eddie almost blew a gasket because that was his fucking seat.

You’re ruining everything, and nobody seems to notice except for Eddie, and it’s driving him nuts.

“Dude, you’re gonna scare her away if you keep glaring at her like that,” Jeff mumbles, turning back to his guitar as he runs a dust cloth over the neck of the instrument.

They’re in the studio today because there’s no show tonight, and against all of Eddie’s wishes, Richie still invited you to come sit in for their session. Eddie watches through the glass of the sound booth as you settle in on the brown couch, pulling out that stupid journal and a pen, mindlessly clicking it a few times before writing a note. Ridiculous.

Eddie glares at Jeff and works the gum in his mouth as he pulls a face, “Good. She can blow off the face of the earth for all I care.” He grumbles, sitting down in the metal chair beside Jeff.

Jeff looks at him, raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and shakes his head, “She’s not going anywhere, man. You’re gonna fuck it up if you keep being so… hostile toward her.” He points out. Eddie leans back in his chair, pulling out a box of cigarettes and sparking up. “I’m not gonna be the one to fuck it up,” Eddie mumbles through smoke, “You guys are practically feeding her all the information she needs on a silver fucking platter. She’s a goddamn shark.”

Jeff scoffs and says nothing more as he continues cleaning his guitar. Eddie glances at you and watches you talk to the producer, smiling and laughing at something that Eddie can’t hear because the mic is off and the door is closed.

Aside from how annoying and creepishly lurk-y you are, Eddie can admit you’re pretty. You have a pretty face, pretty smile, pretty hair, a bright look in your eyes that Eddie can’t stand because you look at the rest of the band like they hung the fucking moon when they speak. You look at everyone as if they’re so important, and Eddie thinks that’s dumb.

He glances at Jeff, watches him silently for a moment, and glances back at you, takes a hit of his cigarette before speaking, “You like her?” he asks.

Jeff glimpses at Eddie and laughs with a shake of his head, “Isn’t that precisely what you’re pissed about?”

Eddie shakes his head, “No, like,” he kicks the heel of his shoe into the floor, “Do you wanna fuck her?”

Jeff pauses his task and watches as Eddie puffs on his cigarette. “I have a girlfriend, Eddie.” He reminds the boy. Eddie glances at him and scoffs, “That chick from Chicago? Thought that was just for fun.” He responds.

Eddie remembers the girl from a few weeks back, remembers Jeff sneaking her on the bus while they had dinner. He didn’t know they were serious.

Jeff shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, “No, man. She’s come to like every show— and her name is Naomi; she’s not a chick.”

Eddie grunts in response, burning to the end of his cigarette when Jeff stands up and nudges him with his foot, “Just talk to her, dude. She’s not as bad as you think she is, and she asks good questions— actual questions, about the music and shit. None of that,” he waves a hand in gesture, “stupid shit we get from reporters. She’s good. Just try.”

Jeff leaves Eddie to mill about it and finish off cigarette, snuffing it out in the ashtray sitting on the amp. Eddie doesn’t believe Jeff one bit; he thinks you’re a liar who’s mastered the art of manipulation and has weaseled your way into gaining his friends' trust. He doesn’t believe you are here for the music, as Jeff had said; he thinks— knows— that you’re here to find the cracks.

You’re here to find the cuts and bruises and press into them so you can tear them apart piece by piece. A starved monster, preying on his band for some sick and twisted story to feed the media so you can climb the ladder of your industry. Eddie has met and knows people like you, and he can call your bluff from a mile away.

He doesn’t believe Jeff. But he does, however, know how to play your game.

The next day is show day— the fifth show of the residency, and Eddie is in a good mood. He woke up with a girl in his bed, got high, went for a short walk to a nearby cafe, and even signed a few autographs for some lovely fans. On top of that, you haven’t shown up for rehearsals yet, and Eddie thinks the world is working in his favor today if you skip.

He’s playful today. He jumps on Gareth’s back and makes him run down the rows of the arena, screaming and hollering like wild animals. He and Jeff take Richie’s golf cart and go for a spin backstage, giggling when the security chases them and tells them speeding backstage is prohibited. They don’t listen, though; Eddie ignores everyone’s warnings and keeps hauling ass down the nearly empty hallways, swerving around boxes and equipment like a madman.

And Eddie may be mean sometimes; he may push people's buttons for the hell of it and do things he knows he shouldn’t just to get a reaction out of it, but Eddie isn’t cruel. He isn’t a psychopath who likes hurting people, so he doesn’t mean to speed past you and spook you badly enough to stumble into a stack of road cases.

Eddie saw you, and he tried to warn you, yelled out for you to move out of the way, and even honked, but you had a pair of headphones stuffed over your ears so that you couldn’t hear the squealing wheels of the golf cart or Eddie’s warning. He almost took you out. Almost. But he didn’t because he swerved at the last second, and you panicked and stepped back, stumbling on the heel of your shoe and falling onto the cold cement floor, slamming your back against the black boxes.

Eddie curses and comes to a screeching halt, parking the golf cart and following Jeff as he jogs over to you, quickly asking if you’re okay and helping you to sit up. As you speak, your face is twisted in confusion, wincing and sitting up, “I’m fine, I just— I just fell, it’s fine.”

Eddie watches from a few feet back as Jeff helps you stand up, face pinching in an expression of pain when you put your weight onto your ankle, and Eddie doesn’t believe it for a second. “I think you might need to get that checked—” Eddie cuts Jeff off and speaks the first thought that comes to his mind, “Why didn’t you move out of the way?”

You look at him, anger replacing your look of pain as you glare at Eddie. You grip the band of your headphones and wave it at him, “Because I didn’t fucking hear you, jackass.” You snap. “What, you couldn’t see the big ass machine hurling your way?”

“No,” you seethe, “You shouldn’t have been driving that fast anyways; this isn’t my fault. The least you could do is say fucking sorry.” You spat. And Eddie just thinks you’re a brat. Before Eddie can respond with an even bitchier response, Jeff is cutting in with a wave of his hands, “Okay, this is fucking stupid,” he scoffs, “just let me drive you to medic so you can get checked.”

Eddie doesn’t even bother helping Jeff get you to the golf cart; he simply watches as you fake your limp all the way to the vehicle and thank Jeff for helping you get in. Jeff looks back to Eddie and raises an eyebrow, “Are you coming, man?”

Eddie wouldn’t willingly spend a minute with you if someone paid him to do it.

He shakes his head with a scoff and tells them to go on, he’ll meet them at the stage later on, and Jeff takes off without another word.

“Did you try to hit the journalist with a fucking golf cart?”

Eddie’s good mood is long gone.

After the whole golf cart fiasco, Eddie took his time walking around backstage and burning through cigarettes before finding himself in the room filled with snacks and drinks. He’s standing at the table filled with chips and sodas when Richie storms in and starts causing a goddamn scene.

“What—” “You know what I’m talking about.” Richie snaps. Eddie’s face twists in annoyance, “I didn’t try to fucking hit her; she didn’t move out of the goddamn way because she’s an idiot,” Eddie grumbles, returning to his task of sifting through the different brands of chips. Eddie doesn’t believe you’re actually hurt. That pathetic fall was as minor as a fall can get, and he thinks Jeff and anyone else who believes your shitty acting skills is dumber than a rock.

Richie snatches the bag of chips out of Eddie’s hand and tosses them onto the table, ignoring Eddie’s protest as he speaks, “She sprained her fucking ankle, man.”

Eddie scoffs, “She’s faking it, Richie; anybody with brains can see that from a mile away.” He rolls his eyes. Richie looks at Eddie as if he’s lost his mind, as if Eddie is the worst villain to ever grace the goddamn planet, “You’re fucked up,” and Eddie’s stomach twists in some weird way he can’t explain.

“You have some serious fucking issues, man. That girl did nothing to you, and you treat her like shit.” Richie spits, and Eddie hates how his throat feels tight, like someone shoved a golf ball down his throat. “Get over yourself.”

Richie leaves Eddie in the empty room, silent and, against Eddie’s wishes, feeling like the shittiest man alive.

Eddie’s good mood feels like a dream now.

He’s silent throughout rehearsals. He sings his parts half-assed and plays his solos half-assed, too. You watch from the side of the stage, propped up on one of the road cases to take the weight off your ankle, and Eddie doesn’t even glance in your direction the entire time. He avoids you at all costs, leaving the room when you walk in, going the other direction you’re walking in, and even skipping lunch to avoid crossing paths.

You’ve been like a ghost all day; everywhere Eddie goes, you’re somehow there, walking with a shitty limp as if trying to rub it into Eddie’s face that, ‘You did this. This is your fault.’ and Eddie can’t stand it. By the time the doors open to the arena, Eddie is more than ready to finish the show and steer clear of all traces of you.

You watched the show on the TV in the dressing room, silently snacking on a bag of Ritz crackers with your foot propped up on the coffee table beside the couch. The medic advised you to avoid putting pressure on your ankle for the next few days so you couldn’t have your usual front-row view of the show.

The boys do good; they perform a new song they’re working on, and the crowd seems to have loved it. As usual, they get up to their ritual backstage antics, pregaming for whatever party they’ll attend, loud and obnoxious music, and cheering on whatever drinking game they’ve made up. You’re silently writing in your journal, updating the last entry on what you’ve witnessed today. Interpretations on the new music, drabbles on what you and Gareth briefly discussed about his childhood, and quick notes on whatever comes to mind while writing.

You hardly notice Eddie stumbling through the dressing room door until you hear him bumping into the side table with a curse. You look up, silently watching as he looks around the room, searching for something you’re unsure of. You try to keep your voice level to not scare him, but he is startled either way, “What are you looking for?”

His eyes are low, puffy around the edges from the alcohol he’d tossed back earlier, hair tousled with curly strands clinging to his lips. His lips are slick, swollen, and red, clothes askew on his lean frame. His jeans are unbuttoned, belt clinking as he sways a bit, licking his lips as he stammers, “Uh… my uh, my jacket—” he blinks, stumbling to lean against the door and blinking hard, “M’looking for my jacket.”

Your eyebrows raise as you watch him, the disheveled and captivating mess he is, bleary eyes gazing at you through a cloud of eyeshadow and whiskey. You breathe and point to the chair in front of the vanity, “It’s over there.”

His gaze follows your lead, landing on his strewn jacket, cursing as he walks across the room. You busy yourself with your journal, picking up where you’d left off. You can hear Eddie rustling behind you, and you try to avoid glancing back at him, but you fail, glancing in time to watch as he leans forward into the mirror to tug at misplaced strands of his hair.

He’s silent for a moment before clearing his throat, glancing back at you through the mirror, “I’m uh… I’m sorry about,” he gestures to your elevated foot, forgetting you’re not even facing him, and rubbing the back of his hand to rub his nose and sniffling, “About your foot… Was really shitty of me.”

You glance back at him, a ghost of a smile gracing your lips, “Thank you, Eddie. I appreciate your apology.”

Eddie scoffs, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and shoving a stick between his lips with quivering fingers, “Yeah, well, that’s the first and last apology you’ll ever get from me so…” you silently watch as he lights his cigarette, puffing out a cloud of smoke and glancing at you through the mirror, “cherish it.”

You quietly sigh and shift in your seat, ignoring his remark, “You going out tonight?” You ask.

You watch as he steps away from the vanity and walks over to the couch, plopping down on the farthest side from you with a deep sigh, “That’s the routine.” He mumbles around a cloud of smoke.

You nod, an uncomfortable silence settling over the two of you as you continue writing. Eddie is slumped down in his seat, quietly puffing on his cigarette as he gazes at you through low lids, “What are you writing?”

You look at him; pen paused over the sentence you’d been writing as you tilt your head, “I’m working on my piece… you know, the piece you’re starring in.” Eddie grumbles in response with a single nod of his head, and his eyes are so low you’d almost think he’s falling asleep if it weren’t for his determination to finish his cigarette.

“Why— why haven’t you asked me anything?” Eddie asks.

You look at him, doing your best to keep a neutral expression as you fold your hands over the paper of your notebook, “I wasn’t under the impression you wanted to be… bothered.”

Eddie glances at you, scoffing, and you remind yourself that you’ve already somehow made the man despise you, so it’d be better to hold your tongue, opting not to remind him of the shitty attitude he’s had since you met. “I’m part of the band, aren’t I?” He shrugs, picking at the loose threads of his ripped jeans. “Shouldn’t I have as much coverage as… Jeff?” He mumbles, and you think he might be under the impression that you can’t hear him, but you do either way.

Your eyebrows raise, and you shift in your seat once again, “Well… would you like me to ask you some questions?”

Eddie is more gentle when he is drunk, you think. More pliable, softer. The stone-hard deflective shield he has thrown up for you has withered beneath the alcohol. Where his eyes are usually cold and sharp, they are now softer and telling— of what, you’re not sure yet. He shifts further into the couch and shrugs, and you take a deep breath and flip to a clean page, scribbling Eddie’s name in the corner.

“Okay, Eddie,” you begin, turning ever so slightly to face him. “Tell me about yourself. Tell me about who you are aside from the frontman of Corroded Coffin.” You glance between your notebook and Eddie, patiently waiting as he takes a drag of the burning paper. He looks at you, the majority of his face shielded behind unruly dark curls, and the room is so silent it’s nearly deafening.

Eddie shakes his head so gently you almost don’t notice the movement, “I don’t…” he bounces his leg once, “I thought this was about the music.”

You nod, “It is.”

Eddie gently blinks, like if he blinks too hard, the earth might shatter, and you think it’s beautiful, and you think you might hate that.

“It’s about the music, but I can’t write about the music without knowing the creator, can I?”

Eddie looks at you, eyes almost clear with lips parted around smoke. He blinks again, and you smile in encouragement, situating the pen in your grip. He looks at you, studies you, his gaze dropping to your awaiting hand, and his face twists in some expression you can’t put a finger on.

Before Eddie can speak, the door opens, both of your heads snapping toward the door as a tipsy Gareth pops his head inside, “Eddie, come on man, the car’s here.”

If Gareth had noticed the odd combination of you and Eddie sitting on the same couch, willingly enduring each other's presence, he wouldn’t mention it.

You look back to Eddie, and you almost want to stop him as he gets up because, god, you were so fucking close. So close to finally touching Eddie. But he’s gone quicker than he came, the scent of his cologne and smoke lingering like a ghost, and despite Eddie giving you absolutely nothing to write about, you find yourself writing about him either way with nothing but his scent to aid you.

Eddie is drunk, and he can not, for the life of him, stop thinking about you.

A girl is climbing over him in the back of a taxi, and Eddie can only think about you. The look of pain you had when you stood up after falling, the way you looked at him as if he was the bane of your existence— it makes Eddie’s stomach churn, and he wishes the culprit for his nausea was the alcohol, but it’s not. Eddie knows it’s not because the second he thinks about the way you smiled at him in the dressing room, the way you said his name, the way you spoke so gently despite how much of an asshole he’s been to you, Eddie’s sick stomach settles and erupts in this annoying warm flutter.

Eddie can’t think of anything but the fact that he wants you to smile at him more, wants to hear you say his name again, and talk to him in your gentle way.

His face pinches in frustration, fingers gripping the girl's waist as she mouths at his neck. She moans against his skin, grinding down against his bulge and grinning when she feels him rut up against her. Eddie mumbles something, he’s not sure what he mumbles because his brain is split between worlds of scary feelings and arousal, but the girl laughs, scraping her teeth against his thumping pulse, “That journalist?” She asks.

Eddie blinks away the foggy cloud, “Huh?”

Lany pulls away from his neck and looks at him, biting her lip and tilting her head as she rubs up against him again, Eddie grunting in the back of his throat as his face twists in pleasure. “The journalist. You said her name.” Lany hums, drifting her hands up Eddie’s chest and grappling at the collar of his unbuttoned sheer top. Eddie blinks again and shakes his head, “I didn’t,” he denies.

Lany giggles, “You did, Eddie.”

Eddie glances over her shoulder, making awkward eye contact with the driver through the rearview mirror, and he slightly grimaces and looks back to Lany as she leans in, ghosting her lips over his and tauntingly whispering your name. Eddie grunts in protest, squeezing her hips in a warning. Before he can say something, Lany kisses him with a hum before pulling away to where her lips brush against hers as she speaks, “Did you fuck her?”

Eddie pulls away from Lany, a look of distaste on his face as he glares at her, “Did I— what? No,” Eddie cringes as if it’s the worst thing he’s ever heard— and it’s not, and Eddie… Eddie hates that, he thinks. “No, I didn’t fuck her. Are you serious?” “You want to fuck her then?”

“I want you to stop talking about her,” Eddie counters, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip and watching as he drags the plump flesh down, grinning when Lany nips at his fingertip. “Maybe put these pretty lips to good use, hm?” He taunts, grin widening when she nods and sucks his thumb down to the last knuckle, his jeans tightening at the feeling and sight.

And if Eddie did say your name, he doesn’t think about it. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that he’d been thinking of you for whatever odd, fucked up reason, and he doesn’t try to figure out what that weird flutter feeling is when he thinks about your softness, the softness he’s been depriving himself of.

He doesn’t dwell on any of it because Eddie is drunk, and when Eddie drinks, he thinks of and does stupid things, things that sound good at the moment but will screw him over in the long run.

And Eddie wants nothing to do with you anyway, and it’s not like one half-assed drunken conversation changed that, right?

Eddie’s got a blistering headache and a churning stomach as he stands outside the studio the following day. It’s drizzling, gloomy clouds drooping over the looming buildings of New York, and Eddie always hated this kind of weather; he preferred a full storm over the tease of a shower.

New York has never been Eddie’s favorite place, it’s dirty, and reeks of trash, and the people are shitty, but he likes how easy it is to blend in with the crowd; not many people notice him here, and that’s rare these days.

He’s leaning on the stoop of the building, tiny drops of rain dripping from the portico onto his leather-covered shoulders. A burning cigarette hangs between his fingers as he watches the traffic go by, taking slow puffs to ease his body.

He hardly notices you when you bounce up the stairs until you stand just two steps below him. He glances at you and sees the coffee cups in each of your hands. You extend one out to him, “Would you like one? They accidentally gave me two.” You offer.

And you’re fucking nice. Despite how shitty Eddie has been towards you, you’re still nice to him, and Eddie, for the life of him, can’t stand it. He thinks you’re weird, insane, stupid. Thinks you were probably dropped as a baby more times than anyone can count because there’s no way somebody in their right mind would willingly give him the time of day when he’s treated them as shitty as Eddie has treated you. He nearly ran you over, for Christ's sake.

Still, Eddie doesn’t falter, “No. Probably spit in it on your way here.”

You laugh, and it irks Eddie in a way that makes him want to shiver as if the sound were nails scraping against a chalkboard. He distracts himself with a drag of his cigarette as you say, “I didn’t, but thanks for the idea.”

Eddie grunts in response, focusing on the last of his smoke as you tell him you’ll see him inside before walking up the rest of the stairs. Eddie barely acknowledges you as you pass him, but he acknowledges the sound of something dropping beside his feet. He looks down with pinched eyebrows, eyeing the notebook lying on the wet ground.

It’s your notebook— obviously�� he’d know that stupid journal from anywhere. It’s a pale yellow with two leather straps you like to tie in a lousy bow, and Eddie believes it’s an annoying color, but he thinks that has more to do with the fact that you chose it. Mindlessly, Eddie picks it up, shaking off the rainwater before it seeps into the pages, and he turns to give it to you because he’d assumed you realized you dropped it, but you’re gone.

Eddie blinks, eyeing the door and the book in his hands, and Eddie knows he should just follow you and give it back because that’s the right thing to do. Knows he shouldn’t peek inside to see what your mind is like, knows you’d probably kill him because Eddie would do the same if anyone looked into his thousands of journals back home, but his fingers itch, and before he can stop himself, he’s flicking his cigarette bud away, leaning against the building and cracking the front page open.

Eddie’s not sure what he’d expected. Maybe something interesting, like a list of dudes you’ve fucked or some rant about a friend, but Jesus, how much more boring could you get? Grocery lists, reminders to book appointments, dates for work meetings, boring shit that Eddie could care less about. He flicks through nearly half of the book before anything piques his interest, snickering when he comes across a page of you talking about a guy named Danny, “What a sap,” Eddie mumbles to himself, softly chuckling and turning the page.

He flips through a few more pages before halting because Eddie's name is right at the top of the page.

The door opens, and he jumps, fearing you might be searching for your lost journal, but it’s only a staff member. Eddie watches them trot down the steps before returning to the treasure in his hands, eagerly reading as if the book will turn to dust before he gets a chance.

And Eddie thinks he’s fucked up, screwed up in ways he never really wants to address. Despite Eddie’s outwardly attitude of thinking he’s the best at everything and knows all, there are still ugly parts of him that he so badly wants to reach inside and pull like weeds from a garden, crack his chest open, and take it from the root; pieces of him that can make him crumble quicker than a house of cards on a rickety table.

However, the way you write about Eddie— the words you use and the so careful placement of each thought— it makes Eddie feel something he forgot he ever could about himself, and he doesn’t like how it makes his insides twist. He hates it. Eddie hates that you can read him as if he’s a fucking children’s book. Hates that you can see and point out parts of him that have been lost for so long he’d thought it was a dream. He can’t stand it.

But as much as Eddie swears he hates what you’ve written and as much as he hates that it makes him feel something other than disdain, he can’t stop reading. He wants to read all you can say about him and only exist in the imagery you create of him because Eddie, for once in a long time, is someone in your eyes.

You write about Eddie like he is a person, a human being with real feelings and depth and a history of memories you’ve never seen or heard of before, but you still somehow manage to paint him so clearly. Inside your words, Eddie exists as more than the entity that fame has created him to be, and Eddie can’t remember the last time he read something about himself and didn’t feel like a pawn.

It’s… refreshing.

Eddie flips the page, thinking there will be more you’ve written about him, but he’s selfishly disappointed when he realizes it’s just a personal entry. He scans the page, nearly deciding to close it for the day, when he catches a glimpse of a familiar name— Gareth.

It takes Eddie a moment to fully grasp the words you’ve written, the meaning of what exactly you’re explaining that you’d apparently discussed with Gareth. As soon as he lets the words settle into his chest, he’s storming into the building quicker than he can comprehend.

Bursting through the room of Richie's rented studio, Eddie makes a beeline for the sound booth where Gareth is busy tapping out a steady beat.

Eddie barely acknowledges you and the rest of the band in discussion off to the side, but his abrupt appearance has halted all conversation in the room. He storms up to Gareth behind his drum set and wastes no time gripping the man’s collar, gaze lit with fire and words seething as he leans in and glares down at the man. The room goes silent as soon as the question leaves Eddie’s lips, “Did you fuck Chrissy?”

Chrissy Cunningham was Eddie Munson’s high school sweetheart.

As the story goes, Eddie spent the better part of high school crushing on the cute captain of the cheerleading squad. For as long as he can remember, Eddie had been labeled as the school freak— something to do with his love of fantasy games and ‘odd music taste’— so he’d never imagined he would get a chance with Chrissy, but that all changed after a weird spiral of events they experienced together.

Eddie and Chrissy dated for a few years until Corroded Coffin went big. The long-distance trial of their relationship didn’t last long; Eddie rarely called Chrissy, and when he did call, they could only ever find time to argue about whatever Eddie had been photographed doing. Chrissy never came to watch the band once they moved out to LA, and she broke Eddie's heart the one time she did.

So, it’s no surprise that reading the words in your journal has twisted the knife that’d been lodged in Eddie’s chest for so long that he was sure he couldn’t feel it anymore— he was wrong.

Gareth is looking at Eddie as if Eddie has asked him if the sky is blue and Eddie’s mind is a whirling wind of fire. “What are you talking about, man?” Gareth’s eyebrows pinch in confusion.

Eddie sneers and pulls him closer, Gareth leaning so far off his stool that Eddie's grip on his shirt is the only thing keeping him from the ground. Gareth drops his drumsticks to grab Eddie’s wrists as Eddie speaks, “Don’t bullshit me, Gareth. Did you fuck Chrissy, yes or no?”

Eddie looks at his best friend, and he sees lies, something he’s never had to associate with their friendship, and it almost hurts him more than what Chrissy did. Gareth stutters, shaking his head as if he wants to say no, tries to say no and deny that he slept with his best friend's girlfriend, but he can’t.

Gareth whispers Eddie’s name so quietly Eddie nearly misses it, but the quiver in his voice is all Eddie needs to hear to know the truth. Eddie doesn’t take a second to think before he cracks a closed fist down on his best friend's cheek, sending him back, crashing into the symbols in a clatter of noise.

He doesn’t wait to hear Gareth’s spew of apologies, and he doesn’t wait to listen to the pathetic excuses he makes up because he’s marching over to you next, a scowl on his face as he tosses your journal into your lap, and you look up at him in shock, “You dropped this on your way in.”

And if this is the end of Corroded Coffin, then Eddie’s sure you’ll have one hell of a story to write. That’s what you wanted all along, isn’t it?

A good story.

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a/n: AHH U MADE IT TO THE END, PLS LET ME KNOW HOW U LIKED THIS PART I LOVE TO HEAR UR FEEDBACK, ILY BYE

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dumbbitchfrommars · 2 years ago

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LETS GET INTO THAT.

i know for a fact that my manager is deeply, completely, head over heels, simperingly in love with his wife. i adore it, the way she’s always on his mind and it shows, by the way every word out of his mouth always circles back to her.

BUT! my capricorn influence calls me to be the quiet observer, when im not calling all attention to myself with my aries fiery-ness. in those moments, i see the way he loves all that female attention he gets. and i try my best to be as respectful as i can, and i only wonder... is he always talking about his wife to make sure i know he is in no way interested in me? is he compensating for a teeny, eensy, weensy crush, perchance?

deluded. i know. but it incites a sense of excitement. i dont really want it to be true. and i dont really want to have a crush on my manager. mainly for the fact that we work together all the time, and i dont want his wife to give me the evil eye if through her marital psychic powers she realises that i have been obsessing over her husband. to be fair, if that were the case, she’d well and truly know by now.

my next point is that i think he mostly spends the time he works with another team member with me, and the rest on his own in the mornings. he controls the rosters, so he obviously prefers my company the most. this is easily the case, but it also is hard to deduce as a crush, because the other options are really pathetic. we have the most in common and i am young and open minded and interesting.

moving on. he is a CANCER! and cancers and i have historically vibed on a transcendent level. i always catch myself remembering moments where he was surprisingly caring to me in a protective/friend way. and he is a brilliant and invested manager, more so than anyone ive seen before. which is surprising, cause where does someone even learn how to be like that?

tbh, the truth is there is completely 0 evidence that he treats me different than any other woman in his life, because he is a sensitive soul, and he’s well trained by his darling wife. so i will mind my business. i just wanted an excuse to get all these thoughts out, cause i’ve never met someone like him before. i really appreciate him, and look up to him. as a friend, and as a role model, cause one day i can only hope i find a partner who loves me as much as he loves his partner. except i hope i find one who shares my love for children cause damn that man is afraid of them.

ill take my wins as wins and losses as losses. i dont feel much attraction for him in reality. its more like a, it could never happen, hes completely unavailable, high risk attraction. and the fact that he has acknowledged my attractiveness, and somehow we are equal in his eyes? someone as beautiful as that? and so cool? he thinks im hot and cool too?! thats so fire. im cool by association. we are the baddies of the workplace. a platonic power couple.

also on consideration of my earlier comment. i am but a fly on that womans radar. i know what she looks like (its hard to not stalk when shes all he talks about) and they are the definition of sexy, bdsm, and intimidatingly hot. she’s probably witnessed shameless women hitting on her husband in front of her. and i’m CERTAIN he has witnessed the same with men. she is sexy as fuck. frankly, i want her more than him. lol. but anyway, im just this random, 21yo, naive, butterfly who hasnt got a clue about anything to them. sigh. its pretty pathetic i could muster up an entire essay about people who dont even know or care about me, but i cant talk about this, so into my electronic mind-hole it goes.

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the-ghost-of-bit-the-hand1987 · 9 months ago

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hai and welcome :0]

my name is: Rex / Quill

i use these pronounz: it/it/its & byte/byte/bytes

im a justa fat boy-girl-animal-thing trying to live in tha world. idk what to tell you. i personally am not a fan of large amounts of (unhelpful) anger and hatred. peace and love on planet earth, okay? 💛

i'll gladly reblog donation/fundraiser/etc. posts, always feel free to ask. very sorry if i dont respond verbally- i promise i see your request and im not ignoring you!

i am very shy and paranoid all the time so please be niceys. okay thank you. i love you

important info & my tags are below this read more!

- 😁 please just be thoughtful and considerate with the things you say and do, even when its regarding shitty people. im so tired. 😁

- I think everyone deserves slack and grace- as you never fully, truly know someones life. I think it is a good idea to grant others the benefit of the doubt and assume no malicious intent, until proven otherwise. I think it is important to be kind, considerate, and understanding. People tend to be foolish, and if you (have the energy to) lend others grace in those foolish moments, then I think you will surely help make the world a more pleasant place.

- if we are mutuals it would make me super duper happy if you would tag sugary foods, as they make me sick just to look at or think about! just a "#sweets" works! if you dont wanna thats okay though, but thank you so muach if you do!! :0] (cupcakes, cakes, cookies, anything with icing or frosting, chocolate, or marshmallows on/in it)

- i try to tag posts for when they use gifs, depictions of death/blood/gore, or ableist language- but i usually refrain from doing so when they are on a donation post or something similar, as to not hinder the reach of the post. If you frequently reblog posts with/use ableist terms like "moron" or "stupid", or frequently make assumptions about peoples experiences/intentions/abilities then I am likely to unfollow/block you. I am not a fan of any generalizations, especially not ableist ones 😁👍

- i personally believe that gender is next to pointless, and hope one day that it will be treated as such. the only real thing about gender is the awful way it affects people. genders arent actually definable, theyre entirely made-up. "masculine" and "feminine" are not real things and do not ever use those words around me or i will have to send 14 locked and loaded chickens to your location.

my tags:

#hashtag awesome - (usually) for cool art

#hashtag beautiful - (usually) pictures/art of people

#hashtag fav - my favorite posts

#hashtag ultra fav - my favorite posts (cooler version)

#hashtag beastly angels worthy of worship - posts containing transmission towers

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#hashtag yimyum - things i want to eat/chew on

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#hashtag real - posts i look at and go "omg so real/true"

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yutadori · 4 years ago

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it really will always be so weird to me that we can meet someone and learn so much about them and build such a pleasant and love filled relationship together but then like... one day it can all end so quickly just like that. like for the longest time, whenever i became good friends with someone, i would always think that we’d be friends forever, that it’d be long lasting and never ending. like... i know it’s clear that’s not true but i guess because romantic relationships are usually portrayed as something that could end and platonic relationships aren’t really talked about in the same way, it just... never occurred to me??

but as i got older and had to start ending friendships because of how harmful they were or simply because we weren’t fit for each other anymore it.... was so weird?? there were some times where i didn’t feel sad, where i was just waiting for the day that i could cut our ties, but i almost always ended up at least a little sad later on. like when i would sit and reflect on how i knew this person who i once cherished and adored, who i would go out of my way to do so much for to make them happy, who i would message to tell them that i saw something that reminded me of them and how it made me smile. like.... god it’s so weird and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to like... fully process it?? like.... how can this person that i know so much about and used to care about so much like... become a person i no longer talk to? and possibly a person who i dislike and think about with disdain and bitterness?? how did all the love and affection turn into animosity like that

and like... living with the fact that they’ll forever exist in my memories and in my mind. like... i feel like no matter how hard i try, i’ll never be able to forget about these people who i knew and i think ! that’s maybe a little evil !!! like. i may have cut them out of my life but like.... they still exist in my mind. when certain days of the year pass, i’ll think ‘oh it’s x’s birthday today’ and i dont even actively try to remember it. it just comes to mind just like that????? or when i look at something or smell something i’m instantly reminded of them and it’s like okay i Did Not ask for this

#like i know theres that saying that even if people end up leaving your life the positive thing is that they taught you something etc and YEA #but.... i do not want to think about them anymore ! ^__^#like thanks for the trauma but please exit my memories and my mind #on jan 1st.... it will mark the first year anni of when i ended a friendship..........#new years... of ALL days that i chose to do it lmao ...#but also thatll be the first year anni of when i wrote kosai so ::3 #sun texts #i just.... h #i think about this sometimes and its just so ??? to me. like how is it that i have so much info on this person and we're no longer #commmunicating or caring about each other. ok....#and i also dislike how platonic relationships are treated in the sense that they're seen as lesser than romantic ones like i think ghosting #is so cruel !!!#i dont... think ive ever been ghosted ?? but id imagine that itd feel absolutely awful. like even if you reassure yourself that youre fine #that you did the best you could and that you dont think you did anything wrong i feel like the wonder will always be there. like why did #they suddenly stop talking to you why didnt they say anything to end the rs ?#i feel like... thats so haunting....#like i always try my best to talk things out when ending a rs even though it can be soooo hard and anxiety inducing and you just feel #so terrible for the other person but it's like. as hard as it is i feel like it's better that way. like i feel like it's unfair to the other #person to just silently leave without a word... like even if you dont disclose why youre cutting ties i think the closure is so important #it allows them to move on better than if they were met without a reason 0:#yeah...#its just.... thinking about this all.... h.....#v wow....#and like because of this i sometimes think about my current relationships and how i love my friends so much but then it also makes #me think like . wow . fuck . this could easily end just like that . one thing or a silent accumulation of things could lead to the end of #this. like... and it scares me !! ): it scares me that it could end at any moment and that it's possible that all this love i have for this #person can turn into disdain ..... or vice versa they could end up hating me. and its just like... wow

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fuckblizzardbearlover · 1 year ago

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"Mens rights activist" was literally invented by red pill people who viewed "right to sex with women" as one of their goals. Peoppe who fight for mens rights are just progressives or feminists since feminism means discussing and protecting mens rights.

And those circles of men saying they have a right to have sex (i.e. rape women) and those who resurged the alt right movement is a circle. Its not disrespectful to bring up nazis when the mra people are literal nazis. Thats whos marching and flying the flag. Russel brand, andrew tate ...thr guys who made the bools about how to manopulate and neg women to trick them into sex...thats when mens rights activist came from.

I have no idea where yall got the idea it had anything to do with trans men or even cis men. It has always been about empowering men to hate each other and sexually assault women.

Furthermore you have to recognize it is all connected. Misogyny is a part of white supremecy. Transphobia is to. White supremecy is ultimately nazism. It ALL comes down to "society is suppose to be this certain way, with races stratified in this way and genders and classes. With cis white rich men on top and people who are "lesser" at the bottom".

White acting non whites are given bonus points if they "act white" and dont dilute white culture. Women are given a pass if they promote misogyny and stay subservisnt to men. Even queers might be allowed id they successfully hide it. Because society has to be a certain way with certain ppl on top and kthers either eliminated or surving them. To say misogyny has nothing to do with nazism is like saying a circle isnt a shape because it has no corners. Queerphobia, misogyny, antisemitism(christian supremecy), racism are the voltron pieces of nazism.

Similarly mens rights and queer rights are covered by feminism. Feminism is about bringing equality by equalizing the rights of women. For women to have equal rights it doesnt just mean birth control and sex education and equal oaym it also means that they would have equal chance to be drafted (ideally 0% chance, in a just society ), it means women arent treated as stupid, helpless bimbos which means they should be tried equally for sexual assault, spousal abuse, and child care.

Feminism says men and when deserve equity, ergo Real activists who fight for the rights of men to not be treated like monsters is a PART of feminism.

Ergo queer rights is also under feminism. Being able to marry and have sex with who you want regardless of your gender is...equality, freedom to not be attacked or harrassed on the street is one of everyones very first rights. Trabs bathroom issues are solved because no one has a right to harass you cus your throat or chin is to big or hair to long or not enough. That is the ideal. And you see proof of this everywhere. Terf ideology attacks cis women for having to much of a hormone, not being conventionally attractive enough, having the wrong hair. Terfdom in regards to women is just misogyny. Terfsom in regards to trans women and men is...again juat misogyny. It says women are weak and pathetic and must be protected and men are violent , big and predatory. This is theoretically solved through feminism which says and enforces that that ideal is wrong and unfounded.

Mens rights activist, maybe in one corner of the net for a little bit, but by and large has NEVER been about mens rights. Its been about oppressing women. We all know this, it was a common term used for them and no doubt "incel" came about as a way of rebranding it.

Mens rights are covered by feminism. Trans rights are to. And all bigotry is tied to white supremecy, whoch is nazism.

There is only one planet. So 100% of existence is affected by white imperialism and thus white supremecy. And recognizing that these ideals keep popping up isnt disrespectful of history. Imo its more disrespectful to belittle the significance of white supremecy just because its notndirectly invoking propoganda from a small countery in the 40s.

Nazism is white supremecy and white supremecy is all over the known universe, wherever there are people because 100% of human history is affected by it. Plenty of other forms of bigotry exist but even unrelated ones end up tied to it anyways (like how japans imperialism got coopted by white supremecy do to americas occupation).

Point being that while other forms of bigotry do exist besides white supremecy that its important to note that there doesnt exist a single human on thr planet born in a world without it.

The phrase "MRA" wasn't "ruined" by cis men, it was coined by and for a misogynistic hate movement that believes cis men are being oppressed by feminists. It has only ever referred to this movement (which btw doesn't tend to view trans men as men).

If someone called you a Nazi, I assume you wouldn't respond by saying "yeah I am a Nazi." Why is this phrase any different?

i wasn’t going to respond to this for a million different reasons but actually, i am going to do so just to make a little psa:

stop fucking comparing things to nazis to make a point. (and while you’re at it, don’t compare things to the holocaust either.) antisemitism and white supremacy aren’t rhetorical tools to be thrown around when it’s convenient for you in a debate. they’re actual violence that should be taken incredibly seriously, not an abstract thing to be tossed into a conversation any time you want to emphasize how bad you think a different thing is.

saying “i don’t think that being described as someone who fights for the rights of trans men should be a mark of shame” is not the same as if i proudly called myself a nazi. if you think those are even remotely similar, kindly fuck off. i really shouldn’t have to say that.

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superworldunkown · 3 years ago

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Like Father Like Son: Part 3

It’s been several minutes since I’ve posted. I’ve been spending my days recovering from surgery and 2021, But, this brings me joy. I hope it does for ya’ll as well.

Below are facts that I’ve made up in my head that Katsuki Bakugou would 100% simp for his significant, just like his father Masaru. As always, i envision Bakugou’s S/O to be that of a melanin queen, but feel free to insert your own OC into the mix.

Link to PART 1

Link to PART 2

Always at your Service: Despite the fact that Katsuki has a big ego and a mouth full of opinions, his words come up short when he’s around you. His true love language is acts of service. He listens, and responds. That one time on one of your first dates when you nonchalantly mentioned that you liked going out to dinner because you didn’t have to do dishes; when you two moved in a few months later you never had to lift a finger in the kitchen. Honestly, you didn’t even know you had a dishwasher. Also, your favorite takeout would magically just plop itself on your desk while at work when projects were due and timelines where shortened. Bakugou just happened to be patrolling the area, thats all.

His compliments are explosively blunt: While he is more of a shower than a teller when it comes to his affections, he knows you need a little verbal affirmation every now and then. Whenever you are nervous or questioning your abilities that Katsuki knows you possess, he’ll blurt out a little “You’re the best out there Y/N. Don’t know why you’re so in your head about it...” Or, that one time when you bought that new outfit and nervously fidgeted with the fabric in the mirror for the eleventh time. You turned to ask him how you looked... Boy lifted his head from his phone only to scoff, “Like a god damn queen but you already knew that.” And let’s not talk about what he says to his fellow heroes when you’re not around...

He’s committed to your self care: Bakugou learned over the years the importance of finding positive ways to regulate stress (bottling up your emotions, looking down on people, exploding objects out of rage etc, can only get you so far in life). But when it comes to YOUR routine, he’s in it to win it. Theres the notorious story of when he, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari we’re playing videos games in his apartment and Bakugou suddenly shut off the console mid game to warm your house slippers in the dryer and draw you a bath so it was at perfect temperature when you got home. Needless to say his houseguests were shocked at his behavior (Except for Kirishima; taking care of your partner is SO MANLY). When Kaminari made his, well Kaminari-esque quip about his odd behavior “Geez Kacchan, you really do treat Y/N like a princess.” Bakugou simply responded with, “Queen, dumbass. Seriously, I dont know how Ears puts up with you...”

He takes your feedback (and yours alone) to heart: Growing up her never understood how his father could just bend over backwards to his mom’s every whim and wish. Like, seriously; one day he walked in on his father sporting a tiny mustache. When young Bakugou asked why he’d do something so ridiculous to his face Masaru simply responded, “your mother said I’d look good with one.” Now, he gets it. Whatever you say, goes. Yes, he’ll argue and put up a huff, but in reality he values your opinion and insight. You say jump, he says “Damnit...how high?” When you notice small details about what he’s wearing or how he did fighting a villain, it makes his heart beat fast and his face flush. He wants to do good by you, But he’s will not grow a mustache...UNLESS you say he’d look good with one.

NSFW - He goes from 0-60 in 3.5: Bakugou has a short fuze and an even shorter temper. And, when it comes to intimacy between the two of you. Well...things can go BOOM rather quickly. Needless to say when it happens Bakugou becomes utterly embarrassed and sulks under the covers. You on the other hand, you’re quietly beaming while attempting to soothe his shattered ego. (AN: I feel like I need to write a oneshot about this).

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #domestic bakugou #mha my hero academia #bnha #bakugou x poc!reader #bakugou headcanons #like father like son

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Dying at the tag on the opinion bingo djdkdkd. But I’d like to see ur big brain thoughts onnnn the naruhodous (Phoenix and Ryuunosuke). And a beloathèd character of your choice xoxo

apologies because this is going to be LONG but i do not want to put it under a readmore or anything. u WILL look at my opinions

first up my pal ace :3

i mean like fuck dude. what HAVENT i said already about my favorite guy in the multiverse. he is my everything. nobody understands him like i do.

im going to be a bit unorthodox and actually explain in relative detail why i filled in (or partially filled in) what i did

everyone but me is wrong about them <3 - this is simply true. nobody gives this man enough credit, nobody sees him for all of his facets, its like people pick One trait (friendly, loyal, snarky, emotional, etc.) and decide thats Him. like they miss the forest for the trees with phoenix. people just dont get it. other peoples headcanons are also just wrong. some correct phoenix headcanons: he can cook but his luck is so terrible anywhere BUT the courtroom or the hospital that he comes out of any cooking encounter with cuts, bruises, stains, etc. there has never been a single instance where he has not hurt himself making a meal; he is a restless person and frequently suffers from mild insomnia, and also wakes at the crack of dawn and at any mild shift or sound in the room; he knows the lyrics of sweating bullets by megadeath exactly and can sing the entire song at will, and has for a disbelieving apollo

theyre like a blorbo to me - self explanatory.

theyre deeper than they seem/not as deep as they seem - not fully filled in on either because this is tricky. related to the above because i think he is made of a lot of really complex emotions and moving parts BUT he is also just a guy. people love to give him a really tragic backstory, usually with him being shuffled around the foster system (for reasons i dont understand), but its like. his backstory is vague purposefully for protagonist reasons but also i think thematically its important for him to be just any other guy? like, its aspirational that this random dude who happened to make friends with a lawyers son becomes the guy who spearheads fixing the entire legal system. idk man its hard to explain. i am the only one who knows where the balance between "just a guy" and "objectively the most important person in the aa universe" truly is

i like them enough to project my own issues onto them - when i start deciding the character has my traits it is Over. i dont know how to go into detail on this without being more longwinded than im already being (and without embarrassing myself by dumping my issues all over this post) but just trust me that i like him A Lot

they got done DIRTY by the fans - again, no one knows how to treat this man niceys as a CHARACTER. fanon phoenix (and to a greater extent fanon feenie) makes me want to rip and snarl and stab and bite (the only exception with fanon feenie is the feenie in electricity aside, i will not budge on this that that is the only interpretation of college phoenix that is appropriate and feels like phoenix.) people take it TOO far projecting onto him, is my main problem, to the point where they project traits onto him that do not fit his character at all (this is horny territory sorry but. why are there more than 0 fics on ao3 where he calls miles daddy. he would never do that. are we thinking of the same character.)

im mentally ill about them - i have adhd. self explanatory.

wow... they are LITERALLY me - not Quite a fill in because i do not kin phoenix wright, but a sort of fill in because phoenix wright kins me

ryunosuke! my buddy

theyre deeper than they seem - not a full fill in because i Believe this but i am not the authority on ryunosuke. i do not know this man as well as i would like to. i need to have a coffee with him some time and pick his brain

they got done DIRTY by the fans - people who woobify ryunosuke to make kazuma the cool one in their dynamic make me angy. ryunosuke has anxiety but he is not like a tumblr user with anxiety (ie, cannot ask for extra napkins at mcdonalds). also again sorry horny territory, but i have seen TOO many nsfw things with ryunosuke where hes written/drawn like an uke teenager or something. im sorry for the yaoi term but i dont know how else to describe this phenomenon of feminizing and babifying a grown man for the sake of gay shipping. stop it.

i want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog - i think hed enjoy the ride, give him a break from everything for a moment so he can just relax

they work better as part of a dynamic - again, partial fill in because i dont really Know if this is objectively true, like if i did have that coffee date with him maybe id change my mind, but i do think he works incredibly well as part of a dynamic. on his own hes perfectly fine but he is infinitely better next to kazuma, susato, iris, or sholmes imo

alright controversy time. beloathed character: clay terran.

dude fuck this lamp

wasted potential - this is almost a pity fill in because like. WHAT potential right. but he could have been MORE than just a stupid prop. we dont even get a proper scene with him. we get a flashback of a still image jpeg and i believe thats the only time he speaks, if he has any lines at all. im not saying EVERY character has to have the same level of character writing as the main characters, but if ur gonna try to convince me to give a shit about them and say theyre an important person to a DIFFERENT character i like, i need reasons

not as deep as they seem - genuinely sorry to the clay terran enjoyers but he is not a character. u are collectively creating an oc and using his face. he is more shallow than a shadow. he isnt even a character

they got done DIRTY by the fans - okay actually on second thought i think the fans got done dirty. the fans lost in this exchange. they were given a lamp and convinced themselves that it was their new husband, when in reality it is just a lamp with a hat

they got too much screen time/i actively dislike them sorry/why was this character in the work at all - perhaps this contradicts my ‘wasted potential’ stamp but like. that stamp was for what i WISH we could have gotten from clay. but what we were actually given is a prop that exists for one case and afaik never brought up again afterward. AND YET he was supposedly this very important influential figure in apollos life. NO HE WASNT. i keep joking that clay is a lamp, not just because of that parody blog, but because the story is fundamentally unchanged if clay were replaced with any inanimate object. the writers could have said ANYTHING had sentimental value to apollo and it wouldve been the exact same, and if u disagree with me ur deluded sorry

#mine #ace attorney #sorry main tag people but the truth must be put out there

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theconfusedartist · 1 year ago

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I was gonna respond to the reblogs with the tags on the post, but I wanted this reblog to be the one I use going forward bc. The meta. Juicy. Didn’t wanna leave it behind, it’s soooo good. The William drag, how his terrible legacy is continued in the further games, how even with thinking about his situation his actions have altered Desmond in a way that can’t be forgiven (not that he actually gives a sincere apology). Ideas on how the assassins operate. Just. Mwah!

Sooooo tags!

@leonspardas

#yeah he didn’t like waste his life. he was living the life he wanted to live#which was a normal one

@benewhorian

#yeah!!#and ok. but isnt his totally neutral outfit the perfect costume.#as well as hiding in nyc among millioms of people. being a bartender. a profession as far from being an#adsassin ad possible

@the-babbling-brook

#I love Desmond#bro deserved sm better#assassin’s creed#desmond miles#reblog

@mandrake-does-art

#THIS#ppl need to appreciate Desmond more#i miss the present day assassins

@desmondmilesdefensesquad

#EXACTLY#meta#desmond

@kingbob2-0

#desmond miles#asscreed#william miles#bill is an ASS #Poor Desmond#Bill was most certainly not a good dad

@teecupangel

#all of this#yeeesss #yes he is

@fanworldbuildingfun

#Assassin's Creed#Desmond Miles#Yeah#Even the game (cough Shaun cough) treats Desmond like he just...#Let his training waste for who knows how long?#Except no - he clearly made use of it#honestly with wjat little we know about hia life between Farm and being caught#I would almost say that Desmond just... Used his talents as a dai/informant would?

@beepbeepwhatdoyouthink

#the lack of understanding and acknowledgement of these facts breaks my heart like#desmond is good#both a good person and a good assassin before the animus#and i get game mechanic reasons like it has to make sense for the player to learn alongside the pc#but desmond is so so much more than his ancestor's memories and think it's very ironic#that we as fans do this to him just like the narrative does#assassins creed

@thedragonqueen1998

#all of this#yeeesss#<previous tags#yes indeed#and this will be meta#but theres nothing wrong with wanting a normal life#not becoming a superstar#or an astrophysicist#or a doctor#doesnt make a person “lazy” or “dumb”

@princesslikesfanfics

In conclusion, BAMF Desmond is truly canon (not a tag but I wanted it to be here too)

@sparrow-in-boots

#I HAVEN BEEN FUCKING SAYING!!!!!#screaming off the rooftops even!!#assassin's creed

@alex-mercer

#POINTING AT THIS#he's smart and skilled as hell!!! william is just a dick#assassin's creed#desmond miles

@mirrorthoughts

#I really really don’t like Bill#I’d like to punch his teeth in for how he treated Desmond#Assassin‘s Creed#Desmond Mile

@raett97

#yeah i have. problems with Bills character#kinda. my take is capital C complicated#but also my frame of reference is only up to AC3#but like. he was a bad mentor and worse father#i could do my own break down analysis interpretation but thats too much effort rn#it boils down to the fact he prioritise the shit out of the Assassin's as a Brotherhood#and the Assassin's as a cause#and not the Assassin's as people#and Desmond suffered most from that mentality bc while other Assassin's would have had family to turn to#Des was left with nothing#no support at all#and like. i get it#Bill. the world was literally going to end#but you can multitask. you dont have to be a complete dickhead to get things done#i could go on. but i wont. (please do)

@acelike

#assassin's creed#he succeeded at escaping master assassins at 16#desmond defence squad

Ok, to all the people talking about how shit Bill was YESSSSS fuck that guy! That’s why he dies in the rewrite! I’m sorry but why did the game open up with Desmond telling his own story in the Ezio trilogy after all the time we spent with him in game only for Bill to basically open up AC3 shit talking Desmond? Like? It was already kinda weird how the game downplayed the shit out of Desmond (their MAIN CHARACTER) but then?? They go the extra mile and show that Bill, the man that Desmond talks about having a bad experience with, not only shit talking him but then treating him like shit in game, physically and verbally abusing him and no one else ever addressing it. Not the game, not the characters, not the narrative, no one ever says shit about the fact that Desmond is actually being abused and it just. Gets brushed under the rug.

And then! Desmond saves Bill and this still doesn’t change anything! Not how Bill treats him, how the game should’ve been forced to acknowledge that Desmond is a master assassin (even if they wanted to invalidate him, they should’ve put some respect on his name and skills but no), or the fact that the Templars that once were stringing him along and Desmond feared being captured for the Templars to be getting cut down. So much goes on, in the actual game, to prove that Desmond is a BAMF but instead of it having a turning point in the story where the narrative is forced to acknowledge his skills, they just keep on going. Then Desmond dies and it’s Bill that carries the story.

....Bill. Really? Shaun and Rebecca are in the later games but then in Mirage it’s looking like he’ll be the one in animus? What has changed for Bill as a character or the assassins? Nothing. NOTHING! I don’t like that man or what he does to the Assassin Order, I’m just. Hm. He can be the one that doesn’t return to the series.

Also, as other people have mentioned, wanting to be a normal person isn’t wasting your life away. I mean! Ezio’s whole story accumulated to the point where he laid down his blades because he was tired of bloodshed, Altair traps himself in the library hoping that someone would eventually track down all the keys, finally getting to rest. These are the two best assassins in the history of assassins and they chose to either rest or live a normal life. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get away from bloodshed. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live around people normally, and the fact that Desmond literally escaped from a compound that survived the Purge with master assassins is just never brought up. But when it’s phrased like ‘Desmond escaped a top secret, high security assassin base with Master assassins and the Mentor of the Assassin Order at 16 years old and managed to escape and evade the Templars and Assassins for nearly 10 years’, suddenly it doesn’t sound like some flight of fancy that the game tries to make it seem.

It’s an act of conviction and determination to choose how he wants to live his life (which is also why I write that Desmond takes care of Elijah bc wtf Ubisoft, Desmond would never leave behind a child that would possibly be vulnerable to the Assassins and Templars, fuck off with that) and he made sure that he stayed free! He stayed out of their clutches until Abstergo used their incredibly vast resources to track him down, and even then, they sent in their best agent Daniel Cross because they knew to send the best to bring him in.

This is stuff that I didn’t make up, this is just in the game text, but the game just???? Refuses to show that it’s impressive and does it’s damndest to make it seem like Desmond is whiny (because he wanted breaks from a machine literally destroying his sanity and wanted to be treated with respect) naive (because how dare he choose his own life, when that is literally the most important things that Assassins fight for), and only being worth something once he got into the animus (which is fucked up that Desmond losing his mind and being used as a tool is ‘better’ than fighting to make his own choices about his life). The game narrative paints Desmond with a less than impressive brush when they have an incredibly interesting character that was also so selfless that he chose to die in order to save the world, and even then! He’s shown to the audience getting cut the fuck open like his story didn’t fucking matter! Like he didn’t matter! AGH!

Sorry, that particular thing about the autopsy is great when I incorporate it into the ProtoCreed rewrite, but in canon they left Desmond behind without burying him or anything to be scavenged and have his body disrespected by Templars that then use his DNA for video games. Like that is so fucked up to do to your main character and then never mention him until a literal decade later, like what the actual fuck. Glad he’s back as the Reader, because it gave me hope for Desmond’s story and fueled me to start writing the ProtoCreed AU but like holy shit bro.

Anyways, I love everyone’s tags and it always made me smile when I saw this post getting y’alls opinions in the tags and reblogs. Thank y’all!

y'know something that annoys me about assassins creed?

they always make it seem like desmond wasted his life away after he left the farm to become a bartender, that he wasn't fit to be an assassin until he was training in the animus, and that he didn't have any ambition (as said by William in the AC3 remastered opening)

but like. none of that is true. at all

I mean I was just looking at the wiki to see Desmonds accomplishments and bio and apparently it was Daniel Cross that brought him into Abstergo. which. kinda puts Desmond skills in perspective

Daniel Cross was considered the most successful Templar member and, before Desmond, had a really great track record with his missions. Save for the ones that involved PoEs

they had to send him in to get Desmond

also Desmond managed to stay hidden from the assassins AND templars for 9 going on 10 years, since he was kidnapped on like August 30 brought in for the animus September 1, and the only reason he got taken in was due to them getting his fingerprints from the DMV

like. That sounds stupid but think about it. If he was going to the DMV he had to have an entire false identity in order to use a license, bc you need proof of birth, SSN, and multiple legal documents

he just. had that made on the run. Like that actually takes skill or connections or both to be able to effectively be in the system without being found with fake legal papers

And he DID have ambition: he wanted to live normally. Yeah its not some big dream or anything but he managed to stay hidden from two secret shadowy organizations that is all over the world in order to make it happen. that's determination and he only got caught due to his fingerprints being matched

and he easily fights off the abstergo agents in the opening of the first game. I'm not saying that Desmond was near as good as Ezio or Altaïr or Connor at this point, but he can clearly defend himself very well. at the end of AC2 he has no qualms with killing, he just does so with the hidden blade.

look, all I'm saying is, at the very least Desmond had to he quite skilled even before he started using the animus

#desmond #assassin's creed #this was long #kinda ranty #but yay!

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grown-clone · 3 years ago

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djtlhboxn marchups please!! my pronouns are they them and please dont give me an underage character i have no specific gender preference but since im 20 i wouldnt want someone younger so your hands are kinda tied.

now that thats said if i had a quirk i already know id use it for myself and not even try to be a hero and im convinced hero society should fall so do with that what you will. my mbti is entp if that means anything, im probably really annoying too but i can read cues and stop so i dont make someone uncomfortable (i dont stop if theyre a dick though)

i like anime and manga a lot clearly, i think im really funny but i guess older people just find me concerning. ive never worked a day in my life but im in a really good uni with a 4% acceptance rate so thats pretty cool, im not special for it or anything i just have decent memory and pressure to succeed drives me.

im crazy patienten with people, ive been spending the last 8 months getting closer to someone eith anxiety and we've had 0 issues so id say i could get along with anyone however long it takes. though i do like taking everything this slowly cause i am terrified of getting into rushed relationships - GOD like i can't explain it well, english ismy 3rd language. i dont want to just ever date someone because then you break up and i cant sleep around cause thats so boring to me so id need to take a long time of getting to know someone and then actually dating uhhh yes

anyway i guess my love language is quality time and im really awkward with physical affection

thank youu so much this was probably a lot thank you

OKAY OKAY OKAY i got JUST THE IDEA(this was also the perfect amount of information bby)

I MATCH YOU UP WITH----

FATGUM

Fatgum met you after you and your business partner Clone(who totally isn't the author) opened a new café a block away from his agency. Filled to the brim with treats and drinks, but you were tucked away on the other side of the Cafe with a mini library/bookstore, complete with all sorts of books, art supplies, computer/pc equipment and more! He caught sight of you flipping a page by waving at it with your hand, which was technically illegal quirk usage, but you weren't hurting anybody so he didn't really care. He thought you were smokin hot like a good meal, and your tattoos and piercing gave your overall look a sharp edge. He walked over to try a see about a book for Tamaki, and maybe your number. But when you looked up to see the hero customer waiting, the smile fell off your face. You were curt, maybe even a little cold, and simply gave him two of your recommendations and checked him out. Fatgum walked away over to Clone, the baker and maker who he actually never caught the name of, to pick up his takeaway of drinks and treats for his interns.

"Uh oh, that's a sad face there! Whats wrong big guy?" Clone asked. Fatgum handed over his Yen and sighed. "Your business partner over there doesn't seem to like me very much. I was hoping to get to know them!"

"Well, you're gonna have a hard time cracking that walnut! Y/N doesn't really like heroes, or how hero society turned out."

"What? How can you not like heroes?" Fatgum asked, already taking a bite out of a doughnut. Clone shrugged with a smile on her face, and tucked an extra couple of treats into the bag.

"Maybe you should try talking to them about it?"

Fatgum would have turned around and talked to you right then and there, had his youngest intern Kirishima not burst through the door begging for some backup. So he carried his snacks and off he went.

You peaked around the corner of a bookshelf, eyeing Clone with a fierce intensity. "Is he gone yet?" You stage whispered, and a few customers shot you a look or two for breaking the near-silence. You shuffled over an sighed. "Ugh, I thought he was never going to leave."

Clone rolled her eyes, moving to the kitchen to brew some more tea to chill overnight. "You're quite dramatic when it comes to heroes, aren't you Y/N?"

"Its not my fault that they're all selfish, money grabbing idiots who don't actually care about anything!!!!! UGH!! Did you SEE the way he was just staring at me?"

"You mean like he wanted to get to know you?"

You shoved Clone away, almost causing her to spill the sugar everywhere. "Ugh, you're so lucky I enjoy your presence. Otherwise I'd throw you against the wall and dump sugar everywhere with my Quirk." You sat on a stool and crossed your arms, humpfing like a child. Your quirk, Atom-force, let you manipulate nonliving matter atoms like telekinesis. But, you learned how to use it on peoples clothing to hold them in place, or remove all the oxygen from their lungs.

"You're lucky I didn't give Tashiro your number! I mean, you're friends with me and I'm a hero!"

"Clone, you're a vigilante. That's not the same thing. Heroism isn't what it used to be. Even in America, there's still more vigilantes than pro heroes. And the pros get all the credit!!! Its a broken system, I say. We should be able to freely use our quirks without being labeled as a villain."

Clone was about to respond to you until a scream echoed from the cafe. You both dashed out into the mess, tables turned over. Glasses shattered. Drinks spilt and tea cakes crumbled. You watched as a villain with prehensile hair tried to stab Kirishima, the young intern who frequented the cafe with Fatgum. While you may not agree with hero society, killing teenagers who were mostly untouched by the toxic workfield were OFF LIMITS. Especially the one who was always so respectful and nice to you.

"NO MA'AM. NOT IN MY CAFE!!!" You crossed your hands over each other and flung them to the side. The Villains ponytails snapped out in opposite directions. She screamed as her hair pulled her both ways. Clone's body seemed to seep red energy, and a long, red spear formed in her hands. She held it at the villains neck. You walked over to the red haired-hero in trainging, helping him up.

"That....was....so.....MANLY!!!!! Oh, sorry! HUMANLY!!!! Y/N, I didn't know you had a quirk like that!!! Amazing!!!" Kirishima momentarily forgot about the villain attack as he gazed at you with wide, energetic eyes.

"Kirishima!!!" Fatgum, slightly smaller due to his burnt fat, bolted over to his intern. "Hey there Red! You took a bit of a tumble, didn't ya? Oh, thank you kind civilian!!! Those two little heroes out there mean the world to me, but its hard to watch then twenty four seven, you kno-Oh! Its you!!! Well, thank goodness you guys are around!!!" Tashiro smiled at you, and nodded his thanks. You nodded out of respect and left.

"Mate, come ON!!!" Clone growled as she drug the villain out by her hair. You laughed.

That was the first time you really met Tashiro.

You walked aimlessly around the mall, simply needed to move and maybe impulse buy some shit you don't really need. Your apartment could use some decorating since you had just about paid off your student loans, you could afford to splurge. The cafe(called The Librewery) was doing excellent and, lets be honest, making bank. You had been offering your services to teach basic English to support item makers looking to reach out to I-Island. All in all, you were looking pretty stacked with Yen. Well, not stacked, maybe piled.

"Definitely enough to get these Pop figurines....Oh, and maybe that plant!!" you muttered to yourself in the home decor area. So with some figurines(and a couple herb plants for Clone because she's psycho for them) you head back to the cashier.

And smack into a very solid body.

"Oh, geez, I'm so sorry about-Hey you! Long time no see!." Tashiro's bright smile stared down at you, and you realized he was a lot smaller than he normally looked.

"Oh. Hey,uhhh...."

"You can call me Tashiro when I'm not on duty."

"Alright....I guess you can call me Y/N."

He nodded, offering out his hand. "Hey, lets go get some lunch, on me! My apology for running into you!!" You were about to object, when Tashiro's stomach did a perfect imitation of a whale's mating call. He stuck his hand behind his head and laughed awkwardly.

"Please excuse that! Patrol last night left me running on fumes, I was so tired I couldn't get myself to eat anything! And that's worrying for me!"

What the hell. It was a free lunch right? Maybe the you could afford one more pop figure.

SO here you sat, both of you munching on ungodly amounts of mochi and takoyaki. When Fatgum gets food, he gets the whole kitchens worth. You made small talk, and surprisingly your seething hatred of him for playing into a STUPID FUCKING SYSTEM OF QUIRK OPPRESSION AND FEAR TACTICS!!!!!! Actually ebbed away. He was nice!! And even sent you home with three meals worth of leftovers, promising to visit the cafe for another book for his shy intern. And honestly? You were looking forward to it.

That was the second time you really met Tashiro

It was the fifteenth time Fatgum had returned to the cafe, and the third time he brought both his interns.

"Hey there Y/N! Got any new recommendations for us?" Fatgum and Kirishima grinned mouth-hurting grins, while Amajiki clutched his arms and stared at the floor. You chuckled, and pulled two new manga's you had gotten in yesterday from under the counter. Kirishima grabbed his like a lifeline, flopping on a beanbag you had placed next to the counter. Amajiki simply sat at a table, after thanking you because he has manners, and silently read.

"I've got something a little different for you, Mr.Pro." You pulled a newer book from your personal shelf, Quirks, Quantities, and Queens: A collection of works from the survivors of the Battle of New Castle. The book was your first taste into the injustices of hero society after an en masse villain attack left thousands upon thousand of civilians homeless, defenseless, and in danger. After they began using their quirks to survive and fight back, the state of Delaware mass-arrested anyone caught using their quirk. It was bloody, brutal, and absolutely heartbreaking. "Maybe this will open up your eyes about the society we live in. You also might want to have the tissue ready for the poem by Amaya." you warned, passing him the book. Tashiro was open-minded compared to some of his pro-hero coworkers. He always read every article you sent, and immersed himself in your conversations about the hero world. And often times, he found himself agreeing with you.

"Actually Y/N, I was thinking maybe we could read them together? Maybe grab some snacks and have a little get together like at the mall?" And he just stared at you with his big wide eyes, full of the whatever emotion is similar to please say yes please say yes please say yes.

"I think that sounds great." You said.

"Oh, great! Its a date! WAIT no note a date! Like, a date....on a calendar....that we don't even have yet." He looked like a big, golden retriever who dropped his ball behind the couch. Totally betrayed by his own mouth. You laughed, knowing that Tashiro was not a man to cross boundaries, especially yours.

And that was the seventeenth time you really met Tashiro. And you found yourself enjoying every moment. So you continued to really meet him, and he really met you. Around a year later, he asked you on an official date and the night ended with you becoming his significant other. He took you into his agency, and you could see that this was a man who truly wanted to be a hero to save people, not for the money or the fame. He took you into an office in the back, and handed you a stack of books. It was every book you'd ever given him about quirk discrimination and hero society theory.

"I've uh, gone through all of these at least twice and whipped up a couple changes to the agency's policies I'd like to get your opinion on, what do you think?"

You think you've found someone, one of the last, who really wanted to do good for the sake of doing good. And it warmed your heart just a little bit. After you revised a few of the policies, Fatgum spread them around to several other agencies around Japan, and these policies eventually spread around the globe. The hit social media like wildfire, and you could see small changes here and there that seemed to make things easier on the little guy in the picture. Including the newly named "Heart of a Hero" law. A pro could vouch for any civilian who used their quirk for self-defense or defense of another, and all charges if illegal quirk usage would be dropped.

And you? You mother fucking did that you sexy bitch. You gave Fatgum books one day because he got you some banging mochi, and you butterfly effected a whole ass LAW. How does it feel to be that powerful, anon?

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tysm for reading, and I hope you like it!!!! I was originally going to go full villain for you, but I preferred to try the "Heart of gold freedom fighter" route and see where that went!!

#Fatgum x reader #mha matchups #Grown-clone writes

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h0neyjaehyun · 4 years ago

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☁︎ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☁︎

Summary // WinWin is feeling uncertain that Tali likes him, but then finds reassurance after sometime with her.

Characters // Talia Flores + Dong Sicheng (ft Taeyong, Mention: Jisung, Chenle, 127 members)

Era / Year // January 2017

Word Count //

Italics: Chinese

Its obvious EVERYONE loves WinWin, everyone is whipped for him, even Jaehyun who is a person who doesn't do skinship that much. But all the fans wonder...why doesn't Tali swoon over him.

For example Tali gushes over Chenle and Jisung a lot. Mostly because they are younger but she also does to the older members like Taeyong. So they always wonder why doesn't she gush over WinWin like Taeil or Yuta does even Mark. Like if WinWin does something cute, she just smiles and moves on. For a moment the fans thought Tali and WinWin had beef but that was debunked when WinWin was clinging on to her during a music show.

Its even shown WinWin purposely acting cute infront of her or just making eye contact and her just smiling at him and then going back to what she was doing. Then the members laugh him sulking when she doesnt give him much of a reaction and Taeil and Yuta comfort him.

Tali is known to not be charmed easily for example the amount of times she gets shown aegyo to, it has been to the point she doesn't show much of a reaction. If you want to her to fall for an aegyo make Chenle do it and she just for some reason can't deny him. Which makes WinWin sad, he feels like he did something wrong for her not to acknowledge him as much as the others. So usually you see him try to get her attention or him clinging on to her like a half backhug or holding her hand. Which makes Taeil and Yuta jealous of her honestly.

But in reality, Tali LOVES WinWin she really does, its just she has noticed he doesn't like to be smothered or clinged on to he seems uncomfortable and she thinks that since she is a girl be would be more uncomfortable with her hugging him so she doesn't.

He didn't really know what to do so he went to a person he could trust...

"Hyung."

Taeyong looked back and saw a sad WinWin.

"Hey whats wrong?" He asked and went to him and sat him down.

"Do you think Tali likes me...she seems not to." He said pouting, and it took all of Taeyong's power not to squish him.

"No, no ,no Tali loves you of course-"

"Then why doesn't she act like she does when she is with Jaehyun, or Haechan?" He said with sadness.

Taeyong huffed, he knows for a fact Tali loves him, but he also doesn't know why she just doesn't gush over him like the rest.

"I-...I know she loves you Sicheng, she does, but I don't know why she doesn't treat you like the others, you are gonna have to ask her yourself." Taeyong reassured him.

WinWin has always been comfortable with Tali like asking her for stuff and her knowing Chinese helped a lot. But he always felt that he wasn't in her heart. He just nodded her head and left...at that moment Taeyong felt powerless to help his friend.

That exact same day Tali went live...

"Huh?"

LOveWinWin: why don't you love WinWin??

Tali looked at it weirdly.

"I do like WinWin, what makes you think I don't?" She frowned

Winwin45: cause you never really give him that much attention and etc.

The fan clear up, Tali made an :0 face. While other fans were trying to reassure her that its was fine. She smiled at them.

"Its okay its fine, you guys are probably wondering too, I do like WinWin don't worry." she giggled

"Its just he is not a big fan of skinship, then Im like the only girl which I think, I think would make him more uncomfortable you know?" She said explaining why, and emphasizing the I think.

"I just don't wanna cross the line since everyone is different." She clarified

All then fans were like oh okay, that makes sense.

Tali looked at her phone and saw it was late.

"Ah, sorry guys its late and I would like to leave before dark, bye everyone~" She waved by to everyone and ended the live.

She quickly started packing her things since its was running late, then she heard the door open and she looked up and saw someone she wasn't expecting.

"Oh, hey WinWin." She smiled at the shy boy. He waved at walked to her, he looked like he was about to say something but hesitated.

"Is there something wrong?" She gave him a worried look and he shook his head no.

"Then whats wrong?"

".....you don't hate me?"

Tali's heart sank when he said that.

"Oh no no, of course I don't, even if I did I don't have a reason to." She smiled at him sadly.

"So you-"

"No, I dont hate you, the reason I don't hug you and etc is because is because you seem so un-"

She was cut off by his tight hug.

"Thank you...I was so worried I did something wrong or said something...thank you."

"Oh noo, I care about you sooo much and honestly I don't think you can ever change that." She hugged him back.

"And by the way you can hug me all you want I won't get uncomfortable...i-"

"No yeah I will no problem."

She cut him off quickly already knowing what he was gonna say...

promise.

He was caught off guard but just smiled and thought nothing of it.

"Hey let me walk you home it looks dark already."

"Oh you don't ha-."

WinWin gave her a pleading look, she huffed and nodded her head. He gave her a big smile, they started to go back home until he got an idea.

"Hey, lets stop at the store, I wanna buy you a snack."

"Oh noo, you don-"

"Nope, I wanna spoil you, I wanna get close to our only female member so, indulge me." He dragged her, while she was shaking her head.

They got some sodas, chips, and ingredients to make a chocolate cake.

"Are you sure? I can pay atleas-" She was cut of by doe eyes staring right at her. She huffed.

"Okay okay..."

He smiled and back hugged her with joy. They got to the dorms and they started baking.

"O-okay where do we start?"

"Uh....okay get me....two bowls...and 2 whisks...yeah."She seems unsure, but really wanted it to work out not to waste WinWins money.

"You sure?"

Tali looked at him and looked at the ingredients infront of her.

"Ah, no, this is where google comes in."

She took out her phone, while WinWin laughed at her. She smiled shaking her head.

"Ah okay lets...." and she started giving instructions, they somehow successfully made the batter and now had put it in the oven.

"Thats...was way harder then its should have been."

"Agreed" Tali huffed.

"Lets clean so Taeyong won't scold us when he wakes randomly."

"Randomly?"

"Yeah, sometimes he wakes up randomly, Im planning to go to the pharmacy tomorrow morning and get some melatonin so he can get proper sleep." She said while she started to clean.

"Tali.."

"Yeah."

"Do you get enough sleep at night too?"

Tali was caught off guard, she looked at him weirdly.

"Yeah of course-"

"Then how do you know?"

She didn't know what to say. Its true, insomnia has been taking over her lately aswell.

"Tali~ after this lets put you to sleep ok?"

"Ah no you don't ha-". The timer rang for the cake, she quickly grabbed the mittens and got the cake out and put it on the cooling rack. While WinWin was looking at her with sad eyes.

She turned around to him.

"Tali...you can sleep in my room I will sleep on the couch." He tried to negotiate so she would sleep, since the cake is out and they could finish it tomorrow.

"Ah no, I cant.."

"No take my bed."

"No."

"Yes."

They looked at each other then Tali ran for the living room. Winwin held her back before she could get to the door frame and they were laughing while wrestling. Winwin somehow got on the couch before Tali and Tali was just standing beside him pouting.

"Nooo, WinWin~ let me sleep on the couch."

"Nope." He shook his head cutely.

"Okay, how about this, how about me and you sleep on the bed..or both on the couch, cause there is no way I'm letting you sleep here." She whined while pouting. He went soft for her cause how can he not with that face.

"Fine." He sighed

He got up and Tali smiled in victory.

"But tell no one that we slept in the same-"

"Can se cuddle?"

She asked hoping he would say yes, it was rare for her to ask, she mostly asked because she knew the bed was alittle small.

"Sure...wait this is the first time I will ever cuddle you."

"Is...that a problem?"

"Nope, come on I will treasure this." He shook his head.

They went in bed and she layed her head on his chest and surprisingly they both fell asleep really quick.

To WinWin there was something about Tali he feels so relaxed around her, like home, so cuddling together was quite peaceful.

The next day came and Taeil barged in wanting attention from WinWin but instead got greeted by Tali and WinWin cuddling.

He yelled loudly which woke up WinWin but surprisingly not Tali.

"Whats wrong." WinWin said with a raspy voice, still holding on to Tali in a protective manner.

Everyone barged in worried.

"What's wrong?!" Taeyong asked worried why the oldest yelled, then they saw a half awake WinWin holding a sleeping Tali. They all sighed in relief it was just that and some glared at Taeil.

"What?"

"Why did you scream?" Johnny asked while some where leaving back to their room to sleep. The people that stayed were Yuta from shock that WinWin and Tali were cuddling and Taeyong also wanting an answer.

"I wasn't expecting Tali and WinWin in the same bed okay? She's not that affectionate with him." He reasoned. The two just shook their head and went back to bed. Yuta still looking at the two, he decided to take pictures.

"Now this is gonna be a memory."

#nct #nct 2020 #nct dream #nct additional member #nct 127 #nct tali #nct u #nct au #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct female addition #nct female member #nct female oc #nct taeyong #nct winwin #nct taeil #nct johnny

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clearlyshyobservation · 4 years ago

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Kokichi is dying (V3 chatfic, no particular ship)

TW: Infers abuse, talks about ableism, neglect, panic attack pretty much, depression, self loathing. never being good enough

i am so sorry but vr au's need to be sad, love yall :)

(Background info: This is set in a vr au, they are not with their fake memory parents (Ie; kaito's kind grandparents) but rather why they really have)

(Also i have no fucking clue what ship i was going for???? pretty sure they are all on the table, and kokichi talks like an idiot in this and i love it. Gonta's writing is based off of his Japanese talking style, so no more caveman talking).

USERNAMES:

(Space monkey: Kaito, Detective pikachu: shuichi, Elton john: kaede, Antman: gonta, Mr. Gonstealyoman: korekiyo, Atua's bitch: angie, emoboi: ryoma, be-boop: kiibo, bread roll: Maki, cum dumpster: miu, mommy: kirumi, Gremlin: Kokichi)

TLDR: Chaos ensues, slight angst

Gremlin: omfg im fucking sicK im gonna fucking die i bet this was kaitos bitch ass fault for coughing on me with his tuberculosis headass gROSSSSS I HATE EVERYTHINGGG

Space Monkey: i-

Space monkey: I didn't get you sick dumbass,,,, my tb is fugckin cured bi-

Bread roll: he's dramatic and gross dont believe him

Gremlin: yall mean for what?

Gremlin: i have a life taking disease and yall laughing i-

Gremlin: see you at my funeral bitch

Detective pikachu: What are you sick with then

Gremlin: anythong bitch, im the universe

Antman: He sounds delusional, thats not good

Detective pikachu: He's always delusional, he's Kokichi

Mr. gonstealyoman: I guess this name is better than my old one

Mr. gonstealyoman: thank you kokichi :) I am glad we have come to an understanding

Gremlin: kay sexy

Gremlin: IGNRE WHAT I JUST SENT

Gremlin: IGNORE IT IGNORE IT IGNORE ITTTTT

Antman: who was that for???

Gremlin: NO ONE,,,

Gremlin: Okay,,, maybe sexy tall men in general lowkey

Gremlin: okay,,,, maybe anyone over 6 feet

Detective pikachu: i feel excluded

Detective pikachu: good, i don't like you kokichi, your an ass

Gremlin: u sound jelly shumaiiiiii

be-boop: perhaps he is telling the truth, you know,

be-boop: according to my data, in chapter four Shuichi stated that you will never have friends, and no one will ever like you

Gremlin: SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP MAKING ME FEEL BADBSKVKHDVKDSKJV

Antman: do you need me to come over? I can make you tea?

mommy: Do you know how to do that, Gonta? I can teach you?

Antman: Gonta does know, thank you very much.

Antman: Gonta is not a child, Tojo-chan, please don't regard me as one

Antman: Gonta can cook, can clean, can be gentle, and has his own mind

Space monkey: but we're just making sure man, cuz, you know,,,, chapter 4

Antman: I am capable of things just like you!!!!!

Antman: Gonta doesn't know why you guys treat me like a child :(

Gremlin: yeah, hot stuff over there is basically a prodigy homies

Antman: Gonta is dumb though, don't say that.

Antman: Gonta is no prodigy, in fact, he is below average in everything

Gremlin: Whats ur test scores bitch

Antman: Gonta got a 98 on my english test,, but i wanted a 100, which would make Gonta actually smart :(

Antman: Gonta is not good enough to be friends with you all

Antman: I can do basic stuff like tojo said...

Antman: maybe i do need help?

Antman: im not sure anymore:((((

Gremlin: THEY ARE ABLEIST GONTA,,, THEY FEEL SUPERIOR FOR TREATING UUUUU LIKE A CHILD

Detective pikachu: You sound really delusional Kokichi, maybe you should get sleep

Gremlin: S T F U, IM SPITTING ST8 FACTS BITCH

Detective pikachu: Sure you are. Now get some rest.

Gremlin: GRRRR WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS??

Bread roll: Cause your stupid and aggressive

Gremlin: your personality, basically?

Bread roll: shut up at least i have a boyfriend

Gremlin: Technically, you just stole my frienemy

Gremlin: Yall do be avoiding each other doe

Space Monkey: WE ARE NOT

Gremlin: Yeah yeah

Gremlin: yesterday i saw you to enter the same cafe by accident, duck your heads, then sit across the cafe from each other, all while avoiding eye contact

Gremlin: Soooo,,, things not going well in paradise?

Detective pikachu: you're nosy

Gremlin: says the literal detective

Space monkey: everythings fine your just a dickkkk

Gremlin: "oooo! Im momo-chan, i say bad word and go brrrrr"

Space monkey: im going to fucking stab him

Gremlin: You cant, ive already enslaved you with my chaotic, yet cute hijinks, havent i~

Space monkey: STOP STOP NO NOT THE SQUIGLY

Gremlin: is it the sex? WHY DONT YOU MAKE EYE CNOTACT WITH UR LADY NO MORE

Space monkey: ITS NOT THE SEX I HATE YOU

Gremlin: im free by the way at 8 ;)

Bread roll: STOP trying to steal my boyfriend kokichi, ive told you this before

Bread roll: NO

Bread roll: BODY

Antman: Gonta interrupts to say, Gonta loves you kokichi, and we should get flowers together, than maybe we can prank some people :D

Bread roll: Ive never wanted to stab you more, gonta

Gremlin: I'd enjoy that very much, fine fellow ;)

Gremlin: but idk,,,, can you like take care of me first, cuz IM SICK BECAUSE OF KAITO TUBERCULOSIS ASS

Space monkey: I DONT HAVE TB ANYMORE

Gremlin: SURE YOU DONT

Space monkey: I DONT

Gremlin: BUT GUESS WHAT

Gremlin: YOU STILL SMOKE DUMBASS AND THATS NOT GOOD FOR U OR YOUR TUBERCULOSIS

Detective pikachu: He smokes?

Atua's bitch: he does, i walked in on him in the bathroom lmao

Atua's bitch: he was scared shitless and threw it out the window, needless to say atua does nt approve

Gremlin: DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE VACCINE????

Space monkey: Uh,,, i was taught vaccines were bad, so no i don't have the vaccine

Gremlin: I HATE OLD PEOPLE

Gremlin: ABOLISH OLD PEOPLEEEE

Gremlin: THEY SPREAD MISINFORMATION AND IT PHISCALLY HURTS ME TO SEEEEEE

Space monkey: your dramatic, it cant be that bad

Gremlin: say that when you catch it again

Gremlin: i swear you coughed on me like,,,, 5 weeks ago tho

Antman: OOOO! Fun fact: Tuberculosis can lay dormant from 3 months to a few years!

Space monkey: u guys are just trying to scare me

Bread roll: Just checked the chat after using the br and,,m YOUDONT HAVE YOU VACCINES???

Detective pikachu: Im sorry, but kaito, please,,,,, for the love of god get vaccines

Space monkey: alright alright, ill do it cuz you guys are all on my case and i don't like being the villain :(

Gremlin: Im so happy i have gonta with me rn, he is making me tea while yall rot in your distant ass relationship (THIS IS FOR YOU KAITO)

Space monkey: Im going to destroy your bloodline in about three seconds if you dont stfu right fucking now

Gremlin: Hhehe i have an inaprwopwiate joke uwu

emoboi: STOP PLEASE DEAR GOD

cum dumpster: wHAt Is iT YOU WHORE

Gremlin: i was gonna say wouldn't he need to like,,,, have sex with my family to weed out my bloodline or something??

cum dumpster: i-

cum dumpster: Why am i acting surprised, ive watched porn with more extravagant plots than this

cum dumpster: ie; are you guys FUCKING? RIGHT INFRONT OF MY SALAD??? is one i will cherish with my soul

emoboi: hehe why did she point out the salad

Space monkey: I hate u kokichi, i truly do

Gremlin: I bet if you got the chance u would kiss me space boy :P

Bread roll has left the chat

Space monkey: o god is she ddoing one of those bf loyalty tests or smthing???

Space monkey: now im nervous lmao

Gremlin: why you so nervous stupid~~~~

Gremlin: It not like ur cheating on her homie

Space monkey: It's just a placebo effect

Gremlin: My brain feels fried Momo-chan,, i don't understand big boy words right now

Space monkey: Basically, if you take a pill that doesn't do anything but you don't know that and believe it does, you will scientifically start to feel better

Gremlin: first and only time saying this, but thank you

Space monkey: HEHEHEB YOU SAID THANK YOU YOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOUYOU SAID THANK YOU

Gremlin: Kaito,,, imma need you to do me a favor and look up on your ceiling

Space monkey: i hate you, idk what it is, but i hte you

Gremlin: good <3

Space monkey: HE REPLACED ALL MY THE STARS ON MY CELING WITH FUCKIBG DICKSSS

Space monkey: THIS IS THE LST FUCKING STRAW IM GONNA LOSE IT

Space monkey: IF MY GRANDPARENTS SEE THIS BULLSHIT THEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME, SLAP ME, MAYBE BREAK MY NECK AND DESTROY MEE

Space monkey: Im GENUINLEY panicing HOW TF am i gona get this off my wal???? They are going to bbat me senselpess help me shUichi

Detective pikachu: o god, i can sense the sheer pain and scaredness in that tet,

Detective pikachu: are you for real gong to get hurt or are you pulling a kokichi?

Space monkey: FUCKING HELP ME IM NOT FUCKING JOKINGKABKCB HELP THEY ARE NOT HOME RN THEY ARE LIKEE,,,, 40 MINUTES AWAY PLEASEE

Gremlin: okay,,, maybe this wasn't the best prank.,,, i guess i'll help clean up cuz im not that much of a sociopath

Gremlin: tbh my parents can go shove it too lowkey terrible 0/10

Space monkey: AHHHH IM SO SCARED PLS PSL GET HERE FAST

be-boop: Of course, i will come, i will survey the outside of the house

Antman: Gonta is coming too! We will get this done in under 40 minutes!

Space monkey: OKAY

Gremlin: Lowkey, if i cough on you ignore it bitch your the one who made me like this

Space monkey: W HA TDONT COUGH ON ME IM NOT SICK ANYMORE

Gremlin: I will give you TB again just cuz your making me suffer

Space monkey: Suffer what??? putting dicks on my FUCKING WALL???

Gremlin: Guilt, idiot, im feeling guilty.

cum dumpster: oof thats new

emoboi: yeah i wasn't expecting it

Mr.gonstealyoman: Me neither. It is rather peculiar seeing it being texted by him because he is always feels not guilty of his bad actions.

be-boop: I do believe he means it, though...

emoboi: impossible.

cum dumpster: i agree, literally impossible.

Gremlin: I HAVE A FUCKIBG SOUL YOU CRazY CONSPIRACISTS

Antman: Quick question, shuichi can i stay with you again? It'll be dark when i get home and gonta can't do that so,,, please help

Detective pikachu: my parents are like blank slates, who eat slowly, watch tv slowly, and never look at me. Im sure they wouldn't mind :P

Antman: ALRIGHT! :D LETS GET MISSION: MR. MOMOTA ROOM REPAIR DONE!

Gremlin: ooo! I like the name! IM INNNN!

Detective pikachu: On it!

be-boop: Ready for look out!

Space monkey: I love you guys :)

AN: Im lowkey sorry i ended this chaotic mess with angst,,,, but like fr i love it i love angst,, i hate reading it but love writing it

#kokichiouma #oumota #Ougoku #chat fic #kaito momota #kiibo #miu iruma #gonta gokuhara #ryoma #angie #shuichi saihara #vr au #kirumi #maki harukawa #korekiyo #danganronpav3 #danganronpa #grossness

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