#i enjoy that stupid twink's pain

[shigussy]

of all the different fandoms im in no duo make me need to buy the merch for both people quite like stobin. like i bought a robin funko pop and then my dad called me the next day about a matching steve he was looking at in walmart and i said "grab him for me ill give u the money when u get home and he refused and i had a meltdown so bad my dad took me to walmart the next day so i could grab him this was the summer s4 came out btw

[captianprices40thson]

good morning good fellow could you write more about Graves x male!reader? I love your writing and 🫡🫡🫡 this american twink makes me feel things I don't like.

It's only right to think about the guy you love and hold him tight.

Warnings: None. Very fluffy. There is a little bit of internalised homophobia but that’s only if you squint and use a magnifying glass. A swear word or two. Not edited.

Requested: Yes!

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Phillip Graves x M!Reader

Pronouns used: You/Yourself. Reader is male and receives masculine compliments.

AAAAA SORRY I’VE BEEN GONE FOREVER. School caught up to me (you know how finals are in my country.) But I’m nearly on break and will be able to write a lot more. Enjoy this extravaganza of bullshit and pain.

“Phillip-” You groaned as he dragged you through the home you shared, blindfolded. Of course, you knew where he was taking you, you had walked this path a million times before…but he still wanted you blindfolded.

“Almost there, handsome.”

“Why am I blindfolded?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. Sure, you didn��t ask any questions when he put it on you from behind, but it felt like he was dragging you around for a good seven hundred minutes.

“Because I have a surpriseee.” He responded and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. The American man continued to hold your hand with his own, which was surprisingly soft for a man like him who spent his days in gloves and handing things rather rough.

“Phillip, I have to cook dinner.” You mumbled, getting the slightest bit frustrated. Yes, you loved this man with all your heart, but he really needed to stop doing this shit when you had just gotten home after a long day.

“Okay, okay…we’re here.” He smiled and let go of your hand, leaving you in the darkness that was the blindfold. You were left alone for a moment, before his reassuring hands came from behind to remind you that you were not alone, and that he would be taking it off now.

“Surprise.” He smiled as the blindfold came off and your eyes scanned around the room. It was what was previously the living room, now turned into an assortment of pillows, blankets, a few stuffed animals that came from both you and him, and overall just a comfortable ass looking room. The TV and coffee table were not covered, although the coffee table had an assortment of food he knew you loved.

“I know you had a rough day at work and…figured you might just want to relax.” He continued, walking further into the room. He had taken his shoes off, revealing he was wearing cat paw print socks you had gotten for him ages ago as a joke. You were going to mention it, but he spoke first, handing you a pair of matching socks, although they were black and pink instead of his white and pink.

“Don’t think your amazing and totally cool husband would let things like a bad day slide. It's relaxing time, big guy.” He smiled and you felt like he could not have said anything more cringe. Though, that’s why you liked him. He was cringe and to be honest, so were you.

“Jesus Christ, Phillip.” You smiled, taking your socks off. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

“So are you? Remember what you did when I kissed you the first time?” He retorted, sitting down on the couch which was currently covered in a blanket with a stupid amount of pillows.

“Yes, I understand. I said crikey. I was seventeen. It was cool back then.” You responded, taking off your own shoes and socks in order to put on the pair your husband had given you.

“Was it though?” He asked, picking up the remote and turning the Tv on.

“Oh like you can talk, Mr ‘Totally straight until you met me.’” You smiled as you sat down on the comfortable couch next to him.

“Oh you know what?” He groaned and before you could say anything, he tackled you on the couch, ending up on top of you with his head in your neck. You both laughed, his body pressing on top of yours was comforting and felt like home. The weight of his body on yours was a reminder that you were very real and very loved.

“Wanna watch YellowJackets?” He whispered, knowing that you had a strange fascination with Jeff. When you had first watched it, you had thought that the man was your husband due to them looking so similar. He didn’t see it. You wondered if he had a twin named Warren that he either didn’t know or didn’t tell you about.

“Absolutely.” You mused, watching him sit up and lie down on the other side of the couch. He invited you over to lay next to him, your body pressed against his. You could feel his body pressed against yours, his arm snaking around your waist in order to hold you tight.

“This feels…out of character for you.” You told him, looking around at the pillows and blankets strewn all over the place. You were right, he would never usually do this for you…what changed? You turned your body over to face him, his features changing from resting to deep thought and finally, a loving look that said more than words. “I had a…realisation at work today. Nothing big but…my time with you is precious. I don’t want to constantly be Graves around you…I want to be Phillip. And Phillip doesn’t want his husband to come home to no comfort after what I heard was a shitty day.” He told you, moving his hand to hold your face, gently moving his thumb up and down your features. He was right, this was Phillip. Not Commander Graves that you knew so well...the Phillip who you married.

“Romantic.” You murmured, going in for a kiss. He reciprocated, holding you as your lips touched. It was a shitty day, but you were pretty sure this man could make anything better if he put the effort in. He was just like that.

____

Long after you had fallen asleep and he had turned the TV off, Phillip lay awake, still holding you close to him. You were facing him, so he was able to study your features. God, you were so handsome. In his eyes, there was literally no one else more beautiful than you (and he’s met Gaz so that is huge.) His eyes looked over your lips, your perfect nose, your closed eyes and soft breathing as you slept. Could he have anyone more perfect than you?

“I am so lucky…” He whispered, moving a hand to rest against your cheek, caressing your face. 

“You are so easy to love…and I was not. And yet you loved me anyways…god, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, a small smile on his face as he spoke to himself. He wanted you to hear him say that…but he didn’t think he was ready to admit this stuff aloud. The Phillip you knew was still under a protective layer of Graves.

“You are also very easy to please…and you’re a great cuddler…you’re just…amazing.” He told you, almost waiting for you to open your eyes and reveal you were awake the whole time.

“And…I want to be there for you more.” He continued to whisper, the ring finger on his hand suddenly feeling a whole lot heavier than it did before. He took a breath, ready to say it aloud for the first time.

“I want people to know we’re married. I don’t want this to be hidden anymore…I want to tell my shadows, I want to wear my wedding ring to work…I want to be romantic with you publicly. I don’t want to hide you anymore.” He admitted, a small tear in his eyes forming. “Starting tomorrow…I will be Phillip…the Phillip that loves you and wants you to know. The Phillip that isn't scared anymore.” He affirmed, the tears now rolling down his face. You continued to sleep, you dumbass, not knowing that this man was confessing his heart out to you right now. But not in the way he did when you were both nineteen. 

A small kiss on your forehead was felt, making your unconscious form form a small smile, before he wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep, feeling like he had gotten such a big weight off of his chest…and he had.

____

“I’m headed out. I'll be home late tonight so don’t wait for me.” He told you as you entered the kitchen, having gotten dressed into your own work clothes.

“M’kay. Love you handsome. Thankyou for last night.” You smiled, walking up to him and kissing him on the lips. He nodded, then turned to go and leave the house, opening and closing the door…and he was gone. 

You took a sigh, holding up your wedding ring hand. You also took it off every morning before work. It was something you hated doing but…you understood it was not ideal to be queer in your work environment. You took off the golden ring, moving over to the small wooden tray in the kitchen where you both placed yours every morning. You placed it down next to…no. His wasn’t there. He had taken his own to work. A wave of serotonin rushed through you as you realised what he had done. 

You picked yours back up, a moment of hesitance. Do you take yours with you as well, or put it back? If he was brave enough to do the act, why weren’t you?

A moment of thought, tossing the ring back and forth in your hands. Then, you made your choice.

HAHAHA SCREW YOU. CLIFFHANGER.  This is like inception. It's up to interpretationnnnn~.

[arthurrei07]

actverse / take on killer!sans / pt. 1

tws: implied d0mest1c a6use, bl00d, v10lence, curse words.

ship: nightkiller.

~

“…Boss is calling you.”

Killer took a moment to scoff out of his nose, almost like a snort but in exhaling manners. He spared a glance at Horror, his eyes narrowing as that crooked grin did not leave his stitched lips—scooting back from the table as his chair squeaked against the wooden flooring.

“This,” Killer’s fingers gently pressed on the side of the dish, “belongs in the trash.”

Horror’s eyebrows softly knitted, his eyes turning away from Killer and to Murder. Killer’s teeth bared — his lips not shifting from the smile, the black bloodstains being visible to any eye, “Of course. Alright, big guy.”

He raised his clenched hand up in the air, the clean fork shining under the dim light. Killer left the fork onto the table, the metal clattering around until it finally stopped.

Killer took one single look at both of their faces, the expressions—oh, the expressions. Almost gave him enough enjoyment to leave their sorryasses alone to rot. But he wasn’t done.

His neck took two cracks to turn to the staircase, eyes wide bulging as the streaks of negativity filled in his pitch black eyes, streaming down in some straight lines on his cheeks, “Enjoy your rat meat meal. Absolutely delicious, right?”

He heard some hitching on Horror’s breathing, and Murder uncomfortably moved in his place. Killer snorted, his feet stepping up to the stairs.

The wood creaked as he pushed his body up and up, feet one by one changing places on the stairs. His ear twitched as the cold air drifted through somewhere and onto his face, clearing his wet hair away from his mouth and eyes.

He helped himself up to the top stair, orbs looking around to see which room’s door was wide fucking open, making him freeze to his guts—and it was Nightmare’s.

“Killer.” That bastard was standing there, staring at him.

“What am I being accused of this time? Hm?” Killer snickered, his voice coming out rather hoarse and strangled. Blood ran up to his mouth, stopping his giggles in the middle. He nearly frowned, his taste buds tingling with the sharp taste of iron—then expectorated into his mouth and spat it harshly on the floor as black splat onto the ground. He huffed, eyes back onto Nightmare’s face.

“Let me guess,” Killer said, that stupid smile occupying his own face, “I failed the mission. Oh but Musty reported me to you, because I not only failed the mission, but I failed against that little Fae twink of your damned brother.”

Killer suddenly gasped out, his bandaged hand raising up to his mouth, showing that he had remembered something — a shock apparent on his face. Then his arm fell completely limp on his side, head slightly tilting to the left as his eyes refilled with the negativity, “I almost forgot, can you believe that? I also broke Murder’s arm, and insulted Horror’s cooking. Oh! But you already know those, huh?”

Nightmare’s shitless face—Killer wanted to break every single bone on his pretty little face, and to break them dirtily. Oh, how would he have enjoyed seeing him scream in agony, down on the floor — dying and in pain. But thank the Gods above, the trio of the brothers always returned. Not even a single damage to their body; not a busted lip, not a crooked nose, no nothing. Thank Error and Ink, right?

“Pathetic. Desperately pathetic, I am.” Killer mumbled.

“What are you exactly upset about, Killer?” Nightmare asked, his stupid teal pupil looking directly into Killer’s eyes.

“Funny question, Nightmare,” Killer spat out his name as if poison, his lips almost trembling as they forced the stitches, “Maybe the fucking contract you got my soul with. Does it ring any bells? Hm? No?”

Killer’s head perked back up, the water droplets dripping on his bare shoulders. “If I had not made that deal with you, I would have been the most powerful Fae to ever exist. The most dangerous. The most deadly.” Killer dreamily sighed, an obvious sarcasm toned in his exhale, “Maybe then I would be able to get rid of the blue asswipe.”

“You would have died if you had not made the deal. Remember,” Nightmare’s voice was calm, and Killer had to physically hold himself back from not attacking his goddamn ass, “you destroyed your own territory. You basically saved yourself from your end by making the contract.”

“I should have died, then. It’s better than being your favorite toy to play with.” Killer left his weight on the other leg, a soft shift of position causing him to get easily irritated.

“What do you want me to do, Killer?” Nightmare offered, voice hinted with aggression, “Help you create your family again? Get rid of Chara for once and ever? Make you live like princes, high and above — without any fears or disorders? Tell me, what do you want?”

“You tell me. What do I want?” Killer bit back, his lips still on their ugly grin and—he just hated it, Gods, he wanted to get rid of his complete face, “What do I want, Nightmare? What do I look like I want? Your dick? Your money? No. I want to get rid of you. I want you to die in a ditch, slowly and painfully.”

“And why do you exactly want it? Because I hit you? Or because I remind you of Papyrus every time I look dissatisfied, disappointed and frustrated?”

Killer’s eyes studied Nightmare’s face, every bone structure, his lips and nose, his… eyes. The different shapes of pupils, the different colors. He was absolutely beautiful. And Killer wanted that. He wanted to be pretty. He wanted to be charming. He wanted to be powerful. And maybe then, he would be content with his damned existence and cursed body.

“You are already flawless.” Killer got taken aback, but well, Nightmare could read minds after all, “You are attractive, drop dead gorgeous, even. A simple busted lip and a crooked nose won’t change anything about your face.” Killer slightly flinched, his grin fading away from his lips as Nightmare took a step closer — his hands gathered behind him, “You are incredibly talented and powerful. I saw you grow the roses near the Tree of Feelings with just your bare hands, and believe me when I say this, I have not seen anything like those white flowers in my thousand years of being. You have an amazing talent at using your knives, and any weapon at all — you almost seem too angelic when you use them. Especially against Murder.”

Killer’s eyebrows furrowed, his black orbs following Nightmare’s every move as he stepped closer and closer to his person, “You are just telling me what I want to hear.”

Nightmare paused in front of Killer, his head slightly piping down to make an eye contact with him. Killer’s dialed pupils followed Nightmare’s muscles softly budge into something kind, a gentle smile forming on his black lipsticky lips.

Killer hated his smile more than he hated his own.

“Is it so?” Nightmare cooed, his arms dangling on his side for a moment before he reached for Killer’s face, his bruised cheeks fitting right into Nightmare’s palms as he cupped them tenderly, thumbs rubbing onto his cheekbones, “Do you really think that I am just flattering you?”

Killer’s teeth gritted, and he yanked himself back from Nightmare, “Don’t fucking tease me, you bastard. I will obliterate you.”

“As you wish.” Nightmare’s arms sagged on his sides for a second, then he tucked them into his pockets.

They stared at each other, eyes not leaving one another.

…Killer was the one who cut the eye contact. He sighed from his nose, arms crossing on his chest as he leaned against Nightmare’s torso — getting wrapped with his arms.

Killer blinked twice, the wet layer in his eye clearing. The negativity streaks on his cheeks slowly cut — and a single circular pupil shone out of the darkness.

“Glad to have you back.” Killer felt Nightmare’s voice tingle on his chest, reaching Killer’s ears as his soft breathing filled his mind.

“…Yeah. Glad to be back.”

~

Killer Sans belongs to @rahafwabas

Nightmare Sans belongs to @jokublog

Murder/Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Horror Sans belongs to @sour-apple-studios

Actverse belongs to me

[deadlypincers]

100% agree on the entire tekken fandom being so fucking weird with jin kazama smh (especially fucking reddit, twitter, and the youtube comments section which is why i rarely look up tekken content on those sites in particular). that would be like if you were a star wars fan and you can't even enjoy luke skywalker without someone talking about how "luke tried to kill his own nephew yet he forgave his father, he is a hypocrite and a bad hero you're a bad person if you like luke". just like luke in star wars the last jedi, jin was ooc as fuck in tekken 6. even the writers themselves admitted they didn't want to do this, it only happened because of harada and they got so much backlash for that character assassination back when tekken 6 was first released. so why...why for over 10 years do i have to constantly see so many unfunny repetitive jokes, hate, and slander about jin kazama. why is the only thing i see when i look up jin is "ww3" for the billionth time. why did i have to see people making customizations of jin dressing up like h*tler, p*tin, and fucking s*suke uchiha. why do i have to see fucked up fan fiction of kazuya, miguel, or fucking s*suke uchiha raping and torturing jin kazama to "punish him for his war crimes and also because he never suffered what kazuya/miguel/s*suke suffered from". i'm also so sick and tired of seeing fucking s*suke uchiha stans and r/Tekken daring to comparing my boy jin kazama to that stupid uchiha from naruto who is a misogynistic egotistical narcissistic irredeemable skinny femboy twink asshole. jin would never try to kill xiaoyu multiple times, unlike s*suke who tried to kill two women who admired him. jin has no ego unlike that ego obssessed jerk s*suke. jin is actually handsome and hot, he's a muscular toned man and not just anohter generic femboy twink. jin was never cruel to either her or hwoarang. if anything jin was always more like itachi uchiha, jin always said "forgive me" to his opponents and his motivation, both jin and itachi have the whole black feather aesthetic, both jin and itachi hate their own bloodline, and jin's goal is to kill/stop his own bloodline for the greater good just like itachi. jin would fucking choke and then brutally murder s*suke for what he did to both team 7 and team taka. damn it harada, why didn't you just retcon it like how you retconned kazumi having the devil gene but not jinpachi. why didn't they just say that jin kazama was brainwashed by azazel or something. sometimes i can't help but think about an alternative timeline where tekken 6 scenario campaign never happened, jin was still loved and the side characters (ex. Asuka and Paul) were not made irrelevant joke characters and had something to do.

forgive me if i got a bit too extreme here, but i...i...i just had to let out my emotions now. jin has always been important to me, he's my childhood crush and also one of my biggest comfort characters (along with mitsuru from persona 3 and kiryu from yakuza). which is also why i'm so glad i found posts like these, my feelings feel validated.

Oh believe me, I feel ya, anon. I guess this is just what they call the pain of loving a cursed character doomed by both the fandom and the narrative... but in the end, we all know what's actually beneath all that and that there is much more than meets the eye to Jin (and other characters too).

Also, comparing Jin to fucking P*tin and H*tler is.... something entirely else and I am honestly terrified of those people if their reading comprehension leads them to these comparisons. I just-

You don't know how much patience I have to build up to (sort of) stay in the fandom with all these "jokes" still running around kn freaking 2024. I wanna say that I sincerely hope it will get better, but seeing the overall state of the fandom now and 5-10 ywars ago... I kind if doubt it will get better any time soon.

[finedinereception]

Why is Sirius on your brain SO much?

Explain in Mario terms

make my brain go -flag pole noise-

haha okay but actually here we go. this is disorganized and more me vomiting my thoughts out and making you look at him but yknow.

the black hole server: the most soul sucking and messed up place to live since america

thanks for the insightful commentary, buddy

so sirius lives the life of the average True Gamer, in a dark hole full of anime figurines and merchandise or whatever. he likes adding to that collection and then fucking around with it because bloodsport really never died to him. who cares what ign had to say.

unfortunately, like all gamers, his home is not hospitable to most life.

weaker em beings apparently “enervate and die” within the server. thats delightfully fucked up, and honestly, a vast empty, dark, cold space that sucks the life out of pretty much everything around it and is only truly habitable to one lifeform is an insanely cool idea that i always love.

uh…. roche limit????

obviously, with such an unfriendly gamer den, sirius himself does not get a lot of company.

we’ll come back to this next section.

but basically the black hole server is a really cool idea and location that really serves to emphasize what an outside-context issue sirius is. he feels very “other” in this world, in part thanks to where hes made his home.

with friends like these, who needs mega man?

sirius has some… interesting ideas about what is good and reasonable for people. or what constitutes a healthy platonic relationship. actually just relationships in general.

i think its interesting he jumped straight to this with mega man, when he also harbored apollo flame, who was pretty damn open about his intentions to eventually usurp and subjugate sirius

WHICH SIRIUS WAS AWARE OF BTW

apollo flame! oh, you, always on about taking over the universe!

this is weird to say, with what we know about sirius in general and his personality (which we’ll be getting to soon) but… theres this pervasive sense that he views the Rs as a mix between pawns and, like, his perverse version of “friends”

the use of “our” here is interesting, along with the implication that sirius shares more information with them than he actually needs to

and the fact that sirius has the tendency to start talking to himself in the middle of a conversation…

and the fact that he enforces a friendly relationship between those who dont get along…

theres just a weird sense of sirius “playing” with dynamics, and while its certainly useful to him, its easy to imagine a hint of curiousity in there. the exploration of one of the only things that cant be taken by force.

of course you have blue skin and pronouns

look at him. look at him. hes based on a squid. hes got that squid drip. i think sirius would be into deep sea life. im choosing to view this as an in-character choice. he likes squid now, okay?

also. he canonically sparkles. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS SPARKLING SQUID TWINK. GOD. HE MAKES ME INSANE.

i also dont know where else to mention this, but hey what was up with mu metal. is he tied to mu. what was that about lmao. bro got pica.

he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

he is so fucking stupid😭

the main, and final, thing i want to bring up is his extreme case of blue and orange morality. because being rude is worse than destroying a planet to him.

from here on out ill be using direct quotes since i actually have access to these and writing and ive hit image limit. what can i say theres so much i want you to look at.

Sirius: ... I don't need that rude EM being for my collection. 

and

Sirius: I was hoping to enjoy watching everyone on the planet panic for a bit... But I suppose destroying it outright would be fun too. 

back to back is an interesting display of standards. but id go further and argue that… sirius doesnt really act with malice.

MegaMan: Peoples lives... Planets... They aren't toys for you to play with. Have you even considered the pain you are putting all those people down there though? Sirius: Everything here will cease to exist. A black hole has no need for such things as emotions. You should... be happy. You will live forever within the darkness. You will be mine. MegaMan: I wouldn't call that living! I'd rather not exist! Sirius: ...I see. Do you think that you might change your mind? Stopping you without causing you any injury would be a bit of a nuisance to me. It will be hard for us to play together with you injured.

and you could argue that this is an attempt at persuasion… except that sirius doesnt really need that. hes pretty confident in his ability to win a fight, so id argue this is genuinely just how he thinks. his fascination with destroying things is processed not with malicious intent but the same perverse curiosity that drives a child to pour water on an ant hill.

mean spirited? yeah, but its all in good fun to him.

hes the living version of all those jokes about a person who never talks to other people or goes outside or anything. hes had his own little bubble to develop the most deranged moral compass and interal narrative of all time.

tl;dr - ITS HARD TO NOT THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT

[spacebeyonce]

Sorry for dumping in your inbox again haha, but anyways-- just rn I came across a post on my dash about how it's the reader's duty to check tags, and that you shouldn't attack fanfic authors for "writing stuff you don't like" (ie proship nonsense lol), and while I do agree that it's always important to check tags thoroughly; I kept thinking about how many times I came across disturbing content, that WASNT tagged, and it was making me think, "if this wasn't tagged, don't I have the right to be upset about it being included?"

For example, my special interest is specifically Kaeya, an Indian character from genshin impact. On the rare occasions that I read fanfic, it's usually one shots of them-- however SO many fanfics end up describing kaeya in the most racist or fetishy way imaginable, or have characters say or do racist things towards them! And look-- I can handle kaeya fics involving racism (hell, I even write some for my friends and I to discuss!!!), however those fics are usually exploring racism as a THEME, and how it impacts the character! Most fanfics though? Absolutely don't do that!! And the racism is literally NEVER tagged!! There's no warning of kaeya being called a fucking "caramel twink" or have their brother say racist shit to them! There's none of that! Idk...

TL;DR ppl don't understand that you can't trust authors to tag everything/not to be pieces of shit, and that it shouldn't be reader's fault for stumbling across untagged shit that upset them + genshin fans suck ass lol

oh don't apologize! I enjoy talking to new people!

but yes most fic writers are fucking atrocious when it comes to tagging, and oh how they bristle when you ask them to tag something more appropriately. it's why the 'creator chose not to warn' tag is so....pointless to me??? that shit is my enemy. like warning readers about a topic or theme that might trigger them is common courtesy imo. and if your story can't stand without you making the triggering content be a surprise then like...that's a skill issue I fear. it's always 'fic writers don't owe you anything' and all this attitude but then that attitude is gone when our hard work isn't recognized the way we want.

like I can understand being like 'fic writers don't owe you anything' when it's someone that's telling you the direction your story should go, or constantly demanding updates and not like....idfk interacting with this thing you're making as it comes. I get that! but this is kinda supposed to be a community, and communities build each other up and call us in when needed...so maybe we should be open to more than just blind uncritical praise. but what do I know!

but yes, they are never, ever going to tag for racism like that. when it's how you write it, in EXPLORATION AS A THEME then hell yeah it'll be tagged. but when it's racial fetishization, or an irrational bashing fic towards a character of color...no, no. that'll never get tagged. you can certainly bring up why it's hurtful to the author, but chances are high that won't go suuuper well. 'cause I mean...the last few weeks have really reminded me that when it comes to racism fandom is just stupid as hell about it so what else can we expect lmao.

but yeah I feel your pain so hard. every time I hear about the genshin fandom it's when they're doing something racist so. I'm sending a prayer up for your strength lmao. I hope you've got a good community of color around you there because man it sure helps you feel less fucking insane.

[thisdogpaystaxes]

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land by MARINA: Album Review

good evening, the wax pen and salad combo rn keeping me humble.i have only heard one (1) song from this album, so this is a raw dog. lets get into it, one tab for tumblr and the other for lyrics

starting with ancient dreams in a modern land, obviously the statement piece of the first half of the album since it is the album name. such a savvy intro, you know hot people are attracted to this kind of instrumental. she knows what she was doing naming the album after this song. it just screams confidence, independence and self love all laced with the sort of inquisitive energy to make you want to feel how she does (i do the same thing, thats why i know this song already). i love the dreamy contrast of the bridge

moving on

venus fly trap WOW. this is fucking fantastic??? her flow is insane, like the way she will accelerate during bold, !!!! lines, u kno? i fucking love this im going to throw up everywhere. this is so black and white from electra heart, its so beautiful to see her growth while maintaining her unique sound. i adore the sound and lyrics for this one a lot

oh man here we go UMMMMMMM I DONT WANT TO LIVE IN A MANS WORLD ANYMORE GIRLLLLL SPEAK YOUR DREWTH! i appreciate the strict contrast between the chorus and the other lines, and the way the bridge has the softness of the chorus is super important. i love her voice so fucking much

i enjoy not being able to predict her sound or flow based on titles

purge the poison WOWWWW little society song! so contemporary of u marina! i like her flow because shes telling a story and then the chorus is the reminder of the underlying message. i really like this, its not in your face about the messages, they are all really perfectly presented

i like the sequence of notes she hits in the intro to highly emotional people, it really goes with the lyrics and how you feel reading them, but it also provides this really cool form of pathos. something about that pitch creates a feeling of sincerity. its like "its okay to be vulnerable, you need to confide in others, you're loved" like its a really beautiful message, and i really appreciate her dedication to representing mens mental health in her songs like this.

new america is a very very insane switch up from the song before? UHHHH HER SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT LINES... her fucking voice is so god damn insane. this albums theme is definitely social injustice within america. that makes sense too w the album name. love the cohesion, good work marina.

pandora's box i have high hopes for just based on the name and the first lines. i read them before the song changes to try to guess her approach. and see this is not what i'd expect. ok no this.... is painful? wowww the high note for "stacked against the odds" like that screams representation of a crying voice crack and i fucking love it. jesus christ this one is personal i have literally endured this and her voice captures the rollercoaster of emotions you go through when you're this hurt. jesus fucking christ this one is good.

OHHHHHH THIS IS SO ME. I LOVE YOU BUT I LOVE ME MORE? SO FUCKING ME. okay this is so delicious! the fast transition to the lines after the chorus is really cool, its like "wait theres more!!!" i needed this song in 2019 and 2021. i like it a lot, the. guitar adds a very specific angst to the song that i haven't really seen her do before from what i know of her discography

back to slow?

not loving this. i'm gonna cry i know it! this song is giving my ego the kubrick stare. i would never go back to like any of the ppl who have hurt me and songs like this just solidify it for me. like this is exactly why i am emotionally unavailable, i am so into loving myself now bc i had to go through years of dating some stupid spoiled twink. jesus christ i love this song. flowers, you are a great song.

okay goodbye sounds interesting. knew this hard piano would come in! OOOOOOO OK OK OK OK STOP IM NOT DOING OK IM SO SAD IM SO SAD I LITERALLY HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE THIS IS SO APPLICABLE IM GOING THROUGH THE WORST FRIENDSHIP BREAKUP IN MY LIFE? im so fucking emotional this hurts so bad she fucking gets me! she has this chokehold on human emotion, the way that her voice and instrumental and lyrics are all so beautifully cohesive is genuinely fucking awe inspiring. this song is going to definitely be on repeat. my stomach hurts. i love this song.

no the name happy loner is gay im sorry. but i like the lyrics. i, too, am emotionally on the edge of a knife. wowwww thats really good i have felt that way. that is exactly how i feel every time im depressed. i don't really love this song, i know its probably one that'll grow on me with time for sure.

pink convertible is suuuch a cunt name. i feel like this has to be up beat bc the last song was like heavy. oooooo ok the rhyme scheme in the lyrics is interesting in this one. oh what. so i like the lyrics, not too sure on the presentation. it's definitely like "think about my lyrics" instrumental. like the minimal instrumental until the dreamy chorus is so rad actually. the minimal instrumental is when its like serious and sad. but its dreamy when its addressing that we are living in a fantasy while everything around us suffers for it. okkkk no i like it i like it.

damn okay last one, that was fast. ok girl i seeee u. back to the self love theme, the independence of being a woman. literally like you spirit is so important and i get that righteous sense of "fuck you, i will never be suppressed by anyones actions" vibe that i genuinely fuck with. also like ur a loser if u try to hurt women anyway. women r literally beautiful no matter what, like just their spirit and warm nature is better than words. and then theres fucking men. like.. look at u! hurting the universe's gift. women are the best. i like this song.

great album. 9.7/10.

[holmsister]

I looove writing stupid shit but this only makes sense in my head in this pain in the ass format that's interspersed description of what's going on screen + the chat sorta like this and it would be incomprehensible on top of being stupid:

[Kabru wanders into the frame again, this time stopping behind Laios and leaning over his shoulder - not touching him].

K: "I heard my name - have I been spotted?"

L: "Yes but it's not - guys stop for real!"

Hello sir 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Daddy? I mean daddy? I mean-

GET HIM BROWN CONTACTS IM SHAKING

Laios can you describe what he smells like

That's no daddy... that's a twink...

his eyes kinda give me the creeps

Hey he didn't pick those eyes for himself

L: [Suddenly angry] "OK new rule, one day ban for anybody who makes jokes about Kabru's eyes!"

K: [lightly chuckling] "It's fine, they cannot possibly know..."

L: "Well, now they do. No jokes on that."

fallin4falin [MOD]: YOU HEARD THE KING! NEW RULE: NO JOKES ON KABRU'S EYES!

Laios please just a quick sniff

But why??? Is there a story there or..

Making fun of people's physical appearance is sh*tty. no need for a reason

K: [looking at Laios tenderly] "You really do look out for me, don't you?"

AURGH AUGH WHAT IS THAT GROSS

BOOO GET A ROOM

Kinda ffffruity...

L: [blushing but otherwise not registering the look] "I just... don't think it's fair..."

LAIOS YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY BE THIS DENSE

Sorry Kabru but Laios is a furry maybe try cat ears????

Who else thinks Laios should tell us how what Kabru smells like

I also think so. That Kabru should wear cat ears I mean not the smell

Well I mean the smell wanna know the smell

L: [red to his ears] "STOP ASKING ME TO SNIFF KABRU!"

No need to say anything wink left for woody undertones right for fruity

Oh there are fruity undertones alright

K: [leaning into the mike from over Laios' shoulder with a broad grin, clearly enjoying this, pitting his voice a little lower]: "Coconut, probably. I use lots of coconut oil." [Wink].

L: [about to pass out]: "K-kk..."

FATALITY

HOOOOLY F*CK

SL*T ALERT

LAIOS IF YOU DONT GRAB THAT TWINK I SWEAR TO THE GODS OF THIS LAND

Can cat ears be next...

Laios works part-time at a grocery store and is a mildly successful twitch streamer and one time this really fucking hot shirtless dude wanders into frame and everyone on Laios' chat starts freaking out like WHO THE FUCK IS THAT- HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MAN SO BEAUTIFUL YOU STARTED CRYING- LAIOS THERES A HOT DUDE THERE- and Laios is like ahahah that's my friend Kabru! He sometimes comes over after the gym to take a shower while I make him dinner! He loves my food! And everyone in chat is like LAIOS ARE YOU STUPID- LAIOS FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK- LAIOS HES AFTER ANOTHER KIND OF MEAT- and Laios is a little bit offended like. No! He's just nice! Don't be mean you'll make him uncomfortable!

And then someone recognizes Kabru like "OH SHIT I SAW HIS FOUR PARTER ON ART AND MENTAL ILLNESS IT MADE ME CRY" and they dig up his SMs and he's like. A political commentator and activist/youtuber who speaks like 9 languages and has an history degree despite being like 22 and is working towards an anthropology degree now and pays the bills by being a fucking. Fashion model and there's INSANE photoshoots of him in all sort of artsy high fashion pictures in b&w like covered in bloodied bandages in BDSM gear dressed like a priest etc etc interspersed with like very good thinkpieces on consumerism and art and politics and the very rare YouTube 4-parters on random subjects with INCREDIBLE visuals and everyone is like what the fuck. What the FUCK Laios how do you even KNOW this dude and Laios is like he kept showing up at the grocery store during my turn and asking for ideas on what to make for dinner and one guy in chat asks but aren't you usual on at nighttime and he's like yeah it was like 3am for the most part and everyone is like LAIOS PLEASE

[infraaa]

There is a criminal lack of Affogato Cookie content out there 🙄 Could I get some general smut headcanons for Affogato? Gender neutral reader if possible please ^^

『oh honey I agree, and I am (more than) happy to deliver ���🥴 we love coffee twink』

General Smut Headcanons »» g/n! reader

tw// nsfw themes, dumbification, corruption, DDLG related themes, dacryphilia, degradation, manhandling, use of aphrodisiacs and other related drugs, light sadism/masochism dynamic

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Affogato is a switch at heart. He cant have one or the other. He’s heavily experimenting and he constantly wants something new.

He’s no stranger when it comes to this— I mean look at him, have you heard him? His voice can wrap the most innocent of women and men around his finger.

Listen he loves corruption, okay? The sound, the thought, the look of innocence is like a dream to him. And he treats it like paper to tear.

The little whines and cries they make when he embarrasses you get him off. It makes him laugh, cmon entertain him!

He’ll make himself look 100% normal at first. AT FIRST. But then they just HAD to have sex with him once and BOOM. Completely different person.

Will dumb them down so much. They’ll look like an idiot.

Such as if mr. powerbottom over here fucks them silly and they’re just mewling away at their own climax he may say something like,

“Has daddy fucked you stupid?~ Aww, you’re so dumb baby girl, look at you!~”

He loved appearing like the bigger person. The smarter person. The one that knows better. The one that knows what’s right for you, like no one else knows them like he does.

What does this come from? Oh, he also has a daddy kink too what fun!

Another attempt to make you look small and cute, he’ll make them wear clothes that are younger than their age to make them appear more innocent.

Lace, frills, and more lace, Affogato likes to toy with them in lacy frills so soft like silk. Too bad he’s gonna tear that off.

Being someone who leans on the verge of sadism, he enjoys it when you cry. He takes pleasure in your blissful state of pleasure and discomfort as he manhandles you, whether that be on the bed, the floor, a fucking closet, somewhere.

That being said, he also loves to mark them up, whether in or out of sex. He trusts no one, even if it’s a friend of yours, and if he has to mark you to show dominance, he will.

Please don’t cry/j, he’ll get off to that.

He sees those tears roll down your cheeks and he just laughs and smiles and licks your tears away and goes,

“Oh, your tears are delicious!~ If you keep that up however it will only make me want to bully you, hmhmhm~”

May spice things up with aphrodisiacs. He’s the type of asshole to poison your food with them when he’s feeling frisky. But don’t worry, if you all have talked this one trough, there should be no problem.

He communicates with you when he wants to get down simply by using facial expressions and a motion of his finger, luring them over quick. Soft creme eyes and that reptilian stare just so intoxicating.

With degradation, it’s a pleasurable mix of negative and positive. He uses a pleasure/pain reward system, so if you do something he likes, he’ll praise you for it, quite sexually. If you do something he doesn’t like, he’ll let you know, again, quite sexually.

Definitely a lot more down bad than Espresso. If he sees something he likes, he’s assertive about it. Very touchy, very flirty. Things like that. This may also lead off into romps in the future depending on how your relationship grows.

Def playful. Def fun. Def hard. He’s unpredictable. Good for the bedroom, hm? Just don’t get too wrapped up in his coils now~

[deadbydaylightaddict]

Fear And Love

(Yandere! Ji-Woon Hak x Emma Fisher x Yandere! Killer! Kim Hongjoong)

So This is taking place during my Dead By Daylight Twisted Games AU from wattpad. If you want to go and check it out its on my account named LizDarkwolf. Emma is my Oc that @sunsethw4 absolutely ships with JiWoon. Yes bestie I’m calling you out. Love ya tho. So yeee this was my idea that I had and @sunsethw4 agreed that I should write this. I’ll probably rewrite this into a X Reader if I find the motivation to lol .

Enjoy!

~Emma’s POV~

I whimpered as the silver haired, dark dressed boy I knew as my loving boyfriend, Kim Hongjoong, tightened his grip around my chest, pushing my back into his chest, the large hunting knife in his hand, pointing to my chest, right above my right lung, and his small dagger, lodged into my side, just below my ribcage. I whimper and cough, spiting out more blood at the individual directly in front of me, the blood not traveling far, hitting my chest and running down my black shirt. The individual holding my cheeks, now slowly draining of their once rosy color was no one other than The Trickster, or Ji-Woon Hak. A Solo artist who my boyfriend and his coworkers wanted to collaborate with. Blood stained his pale cheeks.

“Oh Darling~ You shouldn’t have run from us~” Hongjoong seductively whispers in my ear, making me close my eyes and try to look away from him, only for Ji-Woon to push my face back to face him.

“Come now Angel~ Don’t be a brat.” Ji-Woon whispered, moving his face closer to mine, his eyes half lidded.

I whimpered as he did, only for Hongjoong to push me closer towards him.

~A Few Months earlier~

I smiled and giggled as Wooyoung told yet another stupid story. The rest of us were here minus Hongjoong who was out to get our surprise guest that was going to produce music with them. Jongho sat in shame at the story Wooyoung told.

Seonghwa just sat there and shook his head in disbelief, lying on his back, his head in my lap and Mingi resting his head on my shoulder, giggling with me.

“Ha! There is no way that happened Woo.” San whimpered, whipping a tear from escaping his eye.

“Really. Your full of shit Woo.” Yunho cried, wiping tears of his own. 

Wooyoung only giggled.

“I’m not kidding. Jongho actually did it. I have the video!”

Yeosang reached for Wooyoung’s phone.

“Ok then. Give it her-”

“Everyone!” An excited voice cried, making me and Mingi’s head collide, and audible -THONK- creating as they collided, making us both gasp and whimper in pain at the scare.

“Sorry Mingi.”

“No- I’m sorry Em.” Mingi shot back, rubbing his head.

I looked over at Hongjoong as he looked at Mingi and Seonghwa and then back at the rest of the boys.

“As you know, I’ve gotten in contact with another artist who I’ve wanted to collaborate with ever since his name got big.” Hongjoong, said excitedly, basically jumping with joy.

“Ah! And who would that be?” Seonghwa asked, sitting up so he can sit normally next to me, trying to look professional for the newcomer.

Hongjoong smiled and motioned for the guest to enter the room.

The lilac haired male walked into the room, smoothing his hair back, smiling as he did so.

“Ji-Woon Hak?” San spoke, completely baffled by the discovery.

Ji-Woon looked over towards me, looked at me up and down and smiled, looking away. I visibly shiver and Mingi hugs me, attempting to make me feel better. Seonghwa looked shocked, but his face slowly shifted to confusion.

“Isn’t The Trickster a solo artist?” Mingi asked, tilting his head, confused, not releasing me from his grip.

“Yes! Thats true! But your brilliant leader here convinced me to write a few songs and preform with you!” Ji-Woon exclaimed happily.

I looked at him nervously before looking at Mingi, who looked back and only pulled me closer, trying to comfort me.

~Two Months Earlier~

Its been about 2 weeks since Ji-Woon has joined us. Both him and Hongjoong would stay after hours, saying they would make some more small twinks to the songs and then they would leave. One album turned into two and now the boys were making a third one. It was almost like Ji-Woon had joined the group, now putting 9 members in ATEEZ.

I look out at the dark, yet well lit road, sitting outside for some air until Seonghwa walked out next to me. I looked at him for a moment before looking back out at the few cars that had piled up at the light, waiting for it to turn green. Seonghwa looked at me and sighed.

“I don’t trust Hak,” he confessed.

I look at him and he continues.

“Or Joong for that matter.”

Now that surprised me. His best friend?

“I can under stand Ji-Woon, but what makes you not trust Kim?” I ask.

Seonghwa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, probably expecting that question.

“Kim just doesn’t seem like himself anymore. I came in early yesterday and looked at the new additions to the music he and Hak had made. Its good! Don’t get me wrong, but. . .” He said, slowly trailing off.

“‘But’ what?” I asked.

“It sounded like somewhere deep into the songs that there was some kind of screaming. I tried to take off layers and find them, but I couldn’t.” Seonghwa replied.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Listen Emma,” Seonghwa said, taking my hands, making me face him.

“I know you have a thing for Hongjoong, and the feelings are mutual to him, but look, please, don’t trust him.” Seonghwa said, looking distressed.

Hongjoong likes me? I pulled my hands out of Seonghwa’s.

“Look Hwa, I appreciate your concern, but I can’t help to feel like this is a trick to try to push me away from Hongjoong so you can have a chance with me.” I replied.

Seonghwa looked shocked out of his mind.

“What? No! This is serious Emma, I’m-“

“I don’t want to hear it Park! Just stop. Please,” I replied and walked back inside the building, leaving Seonghwa outside with a clearly broken heart.

~1 month and a Half Earlier~

I looked on in horror at the ablaze studio building. My heart sank at the thought of my lover being trapped inside. I dropped my bag and rammed into the door, managing to push it open, despite my lack in strength. I stumbled in and ran in to help anyone inside to get out.

“San?! Wooyoung?! Yeosang?! Mingi?!” I screamed, coughing as some smoke entered my lungs.

“Seonghwa?! Yunho?! Jongho?! Ji-Woon?! Hongjoong?!”

“In here!” Two voices cried. Hongjoong and Ji-Woon.

I coughed in relief and ran i to the main studio where they were trying to pull a speaker out from in front the door to the recording room. I look over to see the other’s being cooked alive, Seonghwa was the only one still up, trying to not meet the same fate as the others.

His flesh slowly started to burn and peel, his black hair curling towards his scalp due to the heat. We made eye contact. He said something, it wasn’t audible but I could read his lips, he repeated it over and over until he collapsed, not once breaking eye contact unless it was to blink.

“Don’t trust them. Don’t trust Hongjoong. Don’t trust Ji-Woon.”

I looked on in horror as Seonghwa let out an ear piercing scream as he collapsed and was set ablaze, I stood, my muscles locked in place as I watched the death of the eldest member.

“-ma! -mma! EMMA!” Ji-Woon screamed, grabbing my shoulders.

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him as he picked me up, running out the building. I looked back at Hongjoong, who was close behind. Hongjoong looked worried as he continued to run. Fresh air hits my lungs, making me cough up a storm. I hadn’t even noticed the tears running down my ash covered cheeks. Hongjoong, pulled me out of Ji-Woon’s arms and hugged me tightly, whispering worried thoughts into my ear. The firemen and police showed up, but it was too late.

Hongjoong held me to his chest, refusing to let go as the police questioned him. A few other officers pulled Ji-Woon off to the side. The officers tried to get Hongjoong to let go of me, but didn’t. His shaken grip was so tight on me that they thought they would hurt me if they tried to get Hongjoong to let go of me. They told me to come to the station in my free time soon for questioning. They recommended I stay with Hongjoong for a while before heading back to my apartment back in Seoul.

~A Few Hours Earlier~

I sigh and look around the studio apartment, waiting for Hongjoong to get home. He has done this so many times. This ends tonight. I go to the computer and log on and open the find my phone app to track down where his phone was. It was at an abandoned warehouse. What is going on?

I get up and walk to my car, and drive to the location after imputing the address into my phone. I slowly pull up to the building and get out of the car. Once the door closes I hear someone scream. It was masculine, fearing for the worst I quickly called the police. In the middle of doing so, Ji-Woon walked out the building, laughing, Hongjoong following close behind. They were both covered in blood.

“Oh that was good! I can’t wait for Emma to hear the new song we . . .” Hongjoong started but his eyes slowly feel onto me, Ji-Woon following in pursuit.

“Emma, my Angel! Wonderful for you to join us~!” Ji-Woon stated, a sadistic smile forming on his face.

I looked on at their blood covered bodies, whimpering in fear, slowly backing away. Ji-Woon noticed this.

“Don’t let her get away.” Ji-Woon growled, the smile fading from his face immediately, pulling out neon pink and blue knifes.

I turned tail and ran, trying to avoid some of the knives thrown into my back, legs and arms, screaming in pain as they do.

“Emma! Darling! Please come back!” Hongjoong yelled after me.

Seonghwa was right. Was all I could think. He knew something was wrong. I should have listened. I shut him down when I should have listened.

I scream as one knife lands directly in the middle of my spine, hitting some nerves, making my legs lose all feeling and cause me to collapse. I try to get up but my legs won’t work. My entire lower half is paralyzed. I looked on in horror and my legs lied motionless. This is how it die. By the hand of my lover and his new best friend. I completely give in, letting my entire body go limp, tears spilling from my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Seonghwa. I should have listened.” I smile and close my eyes unaware of the fog rolling in and the two loud pairs of footsteps approaching as I fall unconscious, “heh. I guess I should have said ‘I trust you.’ I’m sorry Seonghwa. “

When I open my eyes, I’m in an unknown place, under a large, rusty, bloody and recently used hook, the feeling and ability to use my legs return.

~Present Time~

I whimper as Ji-Woon’s lips collide with mine. Hongjoong’s lips connect with my neck, leaving small purple bruises as he attacks one side of my neck. Ji-Woon bit on my bottom lip softly, telling me to let him have further access to me. I refuse. I scream into Ji-Woon’s lips as Hongjoong, softly turns the knife, causing my panic and Ji-Woon quickly moves his tongue over mine, tasting the coppery liquid in my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Ji-Woon moaned in delight before pulling away a long red string connecting our tongues.

“Come here Joongie~” Ji-Woon giggles.

Hongjoong leaned towards him, connecting their lips, but making sure I stayed in his grip.

Ji-Woon had moved his hands to Hongjoong’s face, keeping his head still as Ji-Woon let him taste my blood as they kiss. Hongjoong had also moaned at the taste. It didn’t seem like they were gonna separate for a while. I quickly, yet painfully rip the knife out of my side, pure adrenaline rushing through my veins and stab Hongjoong in his thigh, making him yell and let go of me, giving me the perfect chance to stab Ji-Woon in his abdomen, making him fall backwards. I get up and bolt away from them, running as fast as I can away from them. I screamed as a long gash formed in my back and a knife pierced through my right eye. They caught up to me super quickly. I collapsed to the ground, losing all feeling in my body before shooting awake inside a cabin. What?! Where am I?

“Oh Angel (Darling)~ You’ll Regret that~!” I heard their voices call.

The nightmare was far from over.

[xmusiiiingsx]

shit the cr rp server said...

a sentence meme filled with things actually said in the critrole rp server, probably part 1 of idk how many. enjoy.

This is how you keep the fey away

i'm non-binary bro. i gotta try out new names like hats

if you're not making your ancestors roll over in their grave, are you doing anything right?

god is real, and he's a ponyta

Aftercaren’t

'oh look, a twink! i think i'll keep him'

eldritch blaest

i want 2 look up fanart just 2 see all of the so many kitties. ideal happy place.

it's aries season, she doesn't exist.

Listen I am not immune to moon lovers imagery

I did not know I was aiding and abetting THIS.

why comfort when you can make worse?

its the new witching hour.....

it's 11:15 pm and i am legit sounding like a goddamn witch

honestly u know me now. if there's a sexy mad scientist lady who has probably violated the hippocratic oath the chances are yes

that one was actually more cute than painful

MISSION FUCKING ACCOMPLISHED HUH

i can't. i have work today. also i woke up and can't sleep anymore.

the system is stupid cheating doesnt matter tear it down

u ever engineer ur own timezone with a fucked up sleep schedule bc same

GKJSDGKLSJGKL he's just. you know . i have an appreciation

he looks really open on the surface, but that's just one of the masks he actually wears.

because that is a huge part of the image i wanted to convey

... at least if i could just shut the fuck up and get to the thing

permission to ooga booga

i would kill for that twink okay he deserves a set of his own

every day i wake up and time is still happening

I'm very gay and very A mess

if _____ can make _____ a god i can do this if i want

_____ YOU SHIT SHE/HE IS MARINATING YOU CAN'T YOU TELL.

the inherent eroticism of being murdered

sometimes a family includes your two gay wizard uncles

ITS. Very fun to fuck around with words

_____ is going to invent the fucking nerf gun to get back at all of you.

Ur telling me a sambal fried this rice?

Man's fighting his demons leave him be

[notcaycepollard]

I posted 694 times in 2021

99 posts created (14%)

595 posts reblogged (86%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.0 posts.

I added 163 tags in 2021

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#tfatws - 35 posts

#tfaws - 22 posts

#fic - 19 posts

#stackie - 11 posts

#bucky barnes - 8 posts

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Longest Tag: 119 characters

#you are wise enigmatic beyond this nonsense completely uninterested in societal norms. a goth icon a beloved harbinger.

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

When Bucky's libido shows back up, it's basically proof that his life is cursed.

Like, obviously, hooray that his dick works again, it's been a long fuckin’ road (and a long road of no fucking, his brain helpfully adds) but—Jesus, fuck, Hydra really are just dedicated to making his life a misery in every possible way, even years down the track, because it turns out there's some operant conditioning Bucky did not know about until now.

Specifically: he can't fuckin’ come unless someone's giving him the order.

hello darlings here is some sambucky for you, please enjoy knowing that this very nearly got titled ‘it’s a love story baby just say (yes)’

176 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 08:06:37 GMT

#4

I would def argue that two of the top five flirtiest things said in tfatws are said by Torres to Sam

1. And he speaks Arabic! Can you say that again?

2. I’m a bizarrely wise man, Sam

Just saying

Bucky, flipping a knife with casual intent: you think you've got what it takes to be Captain America's cute twink sidekick? I made that role, you little shit

Sam: Buck you're not a twink anymore, you've got facial hair and muscles and shit

Bucky: twink is a state of mind

Bucky, holding eye contact with Torres: and if this cute little baby wants to duke it out with me about who gets to date you, he'd better be ready for some pain

Sam, sighing: Bucky, we've been married for over a year

243 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 01:31:44 GMT

#3

i wish you would write a fic where where bucky loves pop girlies (taylor, dua, demi, halsey, doja cat, etc.) bc the drama of their songs resonates with him sm. he hasn't felt anything in like a 100 years so everything feels like So Much

Sam was just looking for the fanvids, that's all.

The kids want to show him something on Tiktok—it's a trend, apparently, Sam is a trend, and also how did the world kind of end for five years and Tiktok still exists, he kind of figured it'd be one of those flash in the pan social media apps but here it is, still going strong—and they're scrolling through Sam's For You page, impatient.

"You can just use the tag," Cass says, "AJ, come on, lemme do it."

"No, I swear, I can find it—yeah, see?"

"Wait," Sam says. "Go back one? Was that—"

"Oh, yeah," AJ says, clearly bored. "Uncle Bucky is real popular, he does all the old dance memes. Look, look, see? This one is the best Cap account. They even have their own shield and wings."

Uncle Bucky does all the old dance memes, Sam thinks to himself, and unfortunately knows deep in his heart he'll be looking that up again later.

It—Christ. Lord Almighty. It's even worse than Sam thought, he's—he wears his fucking combat leathers, he grins at the camera and says okay so the choreo on this one, fuck me, it's harder than catching a knife and flipping it, but I'll give it a go.

The next video is a response to a comment: OMG PLEASE SHOW US HOW YOU CAN FLIP KNIVES, and Bucky is grinning even more broadly, one of his wickedly sharp blades balanced between two fingers.

Don't say I never give you anything, he says, and flicks his fingers, sends the knife spinning up into the air.

He's—he's dancing to Say So, and it should be stupid but it's just stupid-hot. Stupid-hot, fuck, and he—he did the WAP choreography, Sam is going to jerk off until he dies and it's going to be the fault of James Barnes grinding his hips and humping the floor to this stupid Cardi B shit.

He scrolls back up to the top, notices the most recent video: looks like a screenshot of Sam, what the fuck? Clicks into it.

You want me, his phone plays, tinny, as on screen the grainy video version of Sam winks at the camera—fuck, he remembers doing that, it wasn't a wink at the camera but at Bucky saying hey, smile for the kids—and then the video cuts to Bucky's face. Lying in bed, looks like; his hair is soft and tousled and Sam can see the chain of his dog tags in the hollow of his throat. I want you, baby, he mouths, and Sam is going to fucking murder Bucky, murder him, because there are three hundred thousand comments and all of them are OH MY GOD ARE CAP AND BUCKY DATING 🥺🥺🥺

346 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 22:14:35 GMT

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it's Friday and I don't wanna do work so tell me in the tags:

your coffee at home

your coffee at a cafe

your regular starbucks order

your indulgent starbucks order

788 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 21:19:43 GMT

#1

can u believe that we saw the promo clips of sam and bucky in that therapy session and we were all like "haha like couples therapy" and then the show was like: yes, just like that, in fact

942 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 09:31:56 GMT

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donut for ask meme?

Why I like them: He is such a piece of shit while also simultaneously being so fucking funny. Hypocrite motherfucker is like MY body MY choice and then is like no you can't use drugs FUCK you drugs are BAD I don't CARE that it only really affects you,

Why I don’t: Okay so I'm not actually a huge fan of sex jokes, and also this isn't his fault it's RT's but gay isn't a dirty word. Let him be gay stop dodging it

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Season 7 / Well Hello. I don't need to explain myself here

Favorite season/movie: BGC era, full stop. Let him be sarcastic I am literally begging he was so funny. If I had to pick just one, season 3.

Favorite line: Any of the screams. Any. If that doesn't count, then "Now now now, sounds like someone's got a case of the "poor me"s. If you were gonna die you would have done it by now! Maybe you just need to realize, you're gonna have to live with intense pain."

Favorite outfit: Officer hot pants is hilarious in concept. RT doesn't even have to show us skin he could just have it on over the undersuit and it would be funny. Halo 3 armor is the best tho, sapphire accents ftw.

OTP: He's a reverse for me, he's stupid shippable. I only really have NOTP's for him and even then if it's well done I might go with it anyway!

Brotp: Okay hear me out on this. Docnut. They are ex's and friends. Also Pastry Train, they are gay and friends but they aren't dating but they ARE gay friends. You understand

Head Canon: Yes he's a flamboyant gay. Yes, he's repressed. They exist. Also I think the time stuff fucked him up in terms of how he experiences linear time :) also he's chunky you can't change my mind. We have evolved past the times of skinny twink blondie Donut he is Lord Chunks 2 of red team Grif's in 1st he's in 2nd

Unpopular opinion: Donut isn't some softboy sweetheart, he's a little shit and he knows and enjoys it. I stand by previous statements that he'd run over a grandma and laugh about it later.

A wish: PLEASE just say he's gay roasted tooth. Please. Some manner of queer. It doesn't even have to be in-your-face just mention he's gotten a boyfriend or something while he's been exploring the universe or allude to him and Doc having a fling while they lived together. Also give him some skills if/when he comes back so he can stop being so much of a stereotype

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen: I would really like it if he would stop being written in a homophobic way I really would. Please do not render him to just a gay stereotype AGAIN ever. Please

5 words to best describe them: Loudmouth, Rough-n-Tumble, Chatty, Fruity, Dumb of Ass (affectionate)

My nickname for them: Frankie, Delano, Beefcake, Pvt. Muffin

[deepdonutkid]

Can I ask for multiple character break downs?👀

Well if I can, then would you please do one for Ada and one for Tommy and one for John

But if only one has to be done, then you can choose any one of these.

Thanks! <3

Thanks for the ask! 💞

Ada Thorne nee Shelby

How I feel about this character

Just love for her! She is adorable, strong, fierce, absolutely amazing! Ada and Polly are the best developed female character on the show. Mainly, because Tommy can’t fuck them, so they can’t be reduced to his love interest, which is such a good thing, because I love strong women. Makes me weak in my knees.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Freddie Thorne, Ben Younger, Jessie Eden, because Ada is bi, she just gives off that vibe, u know.

Somehow I prefer to read stuff with a female reader for her, more than a male reader for her. Because it’s either Freddie x Ada for me or Ada x female reader.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Lizzie, Polly, Ada and Linda are an amazing combination! She and Tommy have an interesting dynamic as well! I would have loved to see more John and Ada interactions, because they have not such a big age gap inbetween, so I think they are close. Especially after Ada got her child and John got married with Esme. Oh, Ada and Esme would have sooo much fun together. Esme would be like the sister Ada never had.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think her character changed a lot between season 1 and 2, because of Freddie’s death and also after she joined the business again. Sometimes when I make memes or the alignment charts, I have two icons for her, one from first season and one from third season, because I think she is one of the characters who changed the most through the series. First season Ada would do a lot of things different and more naive than third season Ada. Mainly, because she still believed in communism in season 1 and she somehow lost her faith after losing Freddie. Which is super understandable tho.

She acutally becomes wiser with age... unlike her brothers, who just do the same shit over and over again.

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

I wished Ben hadn’t died, because they kill her lovers even fast than Tommys. WTF, right?

On the other hand I wished Ada talked some sense into Jessie, to NOT SLEEP WITH TOMMY THE WHORE SHELBY! Because Ada knows her brother very well and I think she genuinely liked Jessie, or she liked her enough to save her from the pain of being Tommy’s toy or pleasure doll.

And I’m still bitter about the way they killed of Freddie... but more about that later...

Tommy Shelby

How I feel about this character

Relationship status: It’s complicated!

Yes, well, I ramble about Tommy’s shit a lot. I know! He is still an intersting character and it’s so tempting to think about his actions in certain situations, but if I would meet him as a person- I would hate him from the bottom of my heart! <3

He is such an asshole all the time and when I first watched the show, I forgave him a lot he did to his siblings, because I was caught up with his good looks and the presentation of him being the good guy who does bad things to survive. But I spend some time to think about his actions and I noticed, he is an awful human being... to Polly, to his siblings, to his lover and actually to everyone. He might think he does all those mean things to archive a bigger goal, but he is just a gambling addict who can’t stop taking risks he isn’t even prepared for.

Shitty things Tommy has done over time:

Forcing his brother to marry somebody, John didn’t even know at that time, to end a feud, Tommy had started himself and only when it was in his favour to end it, he used John as pawn, so he could archive his plan. HOW FUCKED UP WAS THAT? Nobody seems to talk about this. It was fucking awful! And the way he did it was horrible to! Tommy said nothing to John until the very last moment, when they were already surrounded by enemies, so John couldn’t said no. It also shows, that Tommy thinks he is above his siblings. Tommy thought John wasn’t capable of chosing a wife for himself, so Tommy did that for him too. Even when John didn’t ask for this at all!

Destroying Ada’s relationship with Freddie and chasing his best friend out of town, just because... TOMMY WAS AGAINGST HIS SISTER HAVING A RELATIONSHIP. and yet he proclaimes to listen to woman and to give them a fair change. Maybe just not for our dear Ada!

Destroying Arthur’s marriage, because he kept dragging Arthur into shit, he wasn’t mentally stable enough for. Putting thoughts of rejecting Linda into Arthur’s head, by talking bad about Linda and making jokes about her any given time.

Sleeping with Lizzie over and over again, even when he knew she loved him and when she tried to get over him by dating someone new, he made the order to burn down the pub of Angel, humilated his family, and have him killed later.

Sleeping with Jessie, so he could use her

Humiliate Polly, when she was at her lowest, after Rueben had left her

Drag Michael into the illegal business after Polly begged him not to

Dragging Finn into all this shit after John died, because John wasn’t avaiable anymore

Calling Grace a whore, when they first met

Paying Lizzie in his head, even after she stopped being a sex worker

Helping a fascist

I could go on for a while, but you see my point here!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Nobody! I want to see him miserable and alone! Honestly I’m never going to read all these soft!Tommy fics or whatever, because they really don’t interest me. I don’t want to see him happy.

But go have fun people and write and read whatever you want!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Tommy and Lizzie, because they have a sexual relationship, which is not based on romance and I love this sad and depressing dynamic between them. It’s so interesting to write and read about.

Tommy and Ada are great in the show. I love their talks and Ada actually points out when Tommy is acting like a douche again.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I have a lot... where should I start?

I get so annoyed, when I see Tommy shown as a twink, because the actor is just 1,70m... which is not small to me. I know a lot of men around that height and I think they are average and not small. Also a lot of men feel bad for not being tall enough, because everywhere in our society it’s normal to have a tall man and a small woman. And the way tall man or small man are sexualized in this alpha/omega thing or in a top/bottom dynamic is so... meh. It’s really uncomfortable to see how people try to push the patriarchal man-woman dynamic into same-sex relationships.

Tommy is a class traitor and a horrible husband.

Man, I could rant for hours, but I stop right here. Just remember, please don’t feel attacked, I don’t mean to attack you. Even if you write or draw... whatever with Tommy, I would never say something bad about this. Enjoy creating Tommy content, I will love to ignore it!

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

I was so disappointed when they killed Freddie, because those two could have had an interesting and compelling relationship. Freddie could have been a great frenemie. I put this here and on on Ada, because their marriage wouldn’t changed the plot as much as Freddies and Tommys friendship. Tommy would have been a way better person, if Freddie was around.

John Shelby

How I feel about this character

MY HUSBAND! I love him and he has never done anything wrong in his life.

Nah, John has many faults, but I still adore him as a character, because his faults are actually making the plot more interesting. I also read, that he and Tommy fight a lot, because John is more moral and has way more integrity than his older brother. It was just hinted in the show, but I love this side fact and I will base my whole characterisation this.

I love to write, draw and read stuff with him. He is my favorite character from Peaky blinders and my love will never die, even though he did.

Funny tho, when I first watched PB, I adored Tommy and was annoyed by John, but as I rewatched it I changed my mind about those two.

He had so much potential and I would spend all my money, which is not much, but the devotions counts, to see a spin-off with just John and his army of children.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Esme, because they are sooo cute together!

My OFC, because I love writing them.

Any reader, because I’m a sucker for John.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

All kinds of interactions with other characters and John are great! My favorite is John and Ada to be honest. But here are other dynamics I adore as well:

John & Polly, (she would help him a lot with the kids)

John & Arthur (they come to the garrison to drink and play cards, they talk a lot about their problems, deep bond here)

John & Tommy (in my head they are always fighting)

John & Lizzie, because they have a great friendship, and they helped each other a lot. She spend time with the kids and he gave her financial support, so she would quit her job, which she didn’t do, because she feared being all alone again, and she has trust issues) (I’m actually writing a fic about these two)

John & his kids (I’m soft for dad!John)

John & Michael (especially in season three, because John seems to be jealous of Michael)

My unpopular opinion about this character

John is not completely stupid. Well, he is certainly not smart, but he works in the betting shop, and Arthur does not, or not really, because Arthur is bad at math... John at least knows his numbers. And also Tommy chose him to be the legal bookie over the others, so John must do a good job there. He just never got a degree or something similar like Michael. Which is also a reason, why John seems to be bitter about Michael joining the business. Michael was put in a higher position than he did.

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

This one is obvious... John should have survived.

[forever-lynx]

as long as he had eiji

pairing: asheiji

word count: 1754

angst with mild hurt/comfort

A/N: shoutout to the big motivator @emi-joanna 😌this one’s for you bestie

this was also meant for mother’s day yesterday but i had an essay to finish so i couldn’t complete it on time... well, it’s here now! i hope you enjoy

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The smell of pancakes flew through the air. Eiji wanted to make something simple this morning. He was exhausted from work; he was called in for extra hours in the past week to cover for his sick co-worker. Eiji was smiling to himself as he made the pancakes. Today was Mother’s Day and it reminded him of how much he missed his mom. He’d have to call his mom after breakfast.

Eiji inhaled the smell of his pancakes. He was an excellent cook, he knew; he had to cook for his younger sister back when he lived in Izumo because his mom would often be at the hospital beside his dad. Eiji grew melancholic at the thought of his dad. He missed his family more than anything, though he did not regret living in New York. He never would. It gave him the opportunity to meet his soulmate, the man he valued above all else. Speaking of which, he turned his head toward the couch his lover was asleep on. Ash was awake until late hours of the night in order to complete his business report. Ash was working incredibly hard in his new job. He truly valued it, and Eiji was forever proud of him for his hard work.

The two had not yet moved from New York. Ash had unfinished business to take care of with his gang which caused them to postpone their travels. It was unfortunate – Ash was really looking forward to seeing the place Eiji was born in, and above all he was looking forward to finally escaping the suffocating atmosphere of New York – but they had their aspirations, and it would not escape their grasp so easily. 

Eiji piled up the last bit of the pancakes on top of each other and placed them in the middle of the table. He walked over to Ash to wake him up. Ash’s nightmares still continued, unfortunately; though it was to be expected, two months was not enough time to heal from an incredibly traumatic event. And in Ash’s case, he was still dealing with the devils of his past. It pained Eiji; he wanted to be the barrier that protected Ash from all the hurt in the universe. Though as unrealistic as that may be, he was happy to be beside Ash, from now to forever. 

Eiji knelt beside Ash and kissed his cheek. 

“Aslan,” he murmured. “Breakfast is ready.” 

Ash grumbled, turning positions.

Eiji giggled, “Wake up you sleepyhead.”

“Fuck no.” Ash groaned.

“Aslan. You have five seconds to wake up or else I am flipping this couch.”

“I’d like to see your twink ass try.” 

“You are impossible,” Eiji said, grabbing a pillow from the other couch and hitting Ash with it.

“What the fuck– Eiji!”

“I spent ten minutes making pancakes, you are not going to let them grow cold and have all my hard work go to waste. Stupid American.” Eiji hit him with a pillow again.

Ash grabbed his pillow and threw it at Eiji. Luckily, the Japanese boy was able to ditch it. Eiji laughed and stuck his tongue out.

“Too slow.”

“Slow?! Oh, you’ll pay for this,” Ash threatened, lunging at Eiji and tickling him. Eiji erupted in a fit of laughter. The pillow fell from his hand as Ash continued to attack him with tickles. 

“Fine! Ah- you win!” Ash smiled in triumph. He got up and made his way to the table.

“Pancakes. Wonderful. Yours are to die for.”

“I am not taking compliments from a man who almost killed me with tickles.” Eiji said, sitting down. “Death by tickles, huh? Never tried that method before. Sounds lame.”

Eiji rolled his eyes. The lovers dived in, gulfing down their breakfast. They talked about their work and their plans for Izumo. Eiji was beyond ecstatic to have Ash see his home city. He wanted to introduce him to his neighbours and his friends. He couldn’t wait to take Ash to his old school grounds and the park where he learned how to ride a bike. He wanted Ash to see every little detail of Izumo and he hoped more than anything that his boyfriend would finally find peace. 

Once breakfast was over and Eiji had cleaned the table, he announced that he’d be calling his mom.

“It is Mother’s Day. It will only take a minute.” Eiji said. Though that wasn’t entirely the truth. His mother tended to stretch one minute long phone calls to an hour. “Take as much time as you need,” Ash assured him. Eiji smiled and went in their room for the phone call. He did not want to bother Ash when he had mountains of work to do.

Ash settled on his desk chair and stared at his laptop screen. Mother’s Day, he thought, how odd to dedicate an entire day for a parent. Who even came up with this shit?

Ash sighed and shook his head. It wasn’t worth questioning something as minor as this. He tried to focus on his work; he stared at the numbers before him. Unfortunately for him, he was unable to make out what they meant. He knew the formulas – he knew this job like the back of his hand – but his brain refused to cooperate. Weird, he thought.

Ash got up from his chair and made himself coffee. Perhaps he was too tired from the night before to even focus on his work. Of course, that was it. He simply needed to wake up and consume as much coffee and Monster Energy drinks as he could.

Ash sat on the couch with the coffee cup in his hand. He was staring at the blank TV screen, looking at his reflection. The more he stared, the more it felt like the person staring back at him was a stranger. Sometimes he would do this, staring at his reflection until he could not recognize the face. People would find this an abnormal activity, but not to Ash. He was used to questioning the person he saw in his reflection.

Eiji’s laughter erupted from the other room. Ash grinned slightly. Eiji loved his mom, Ash knew. They loved each other. Like a normal family. Like what he always wanted.

The thought hit Ash. He violently shook his head – why was he thinking about this? Yes, it was Mother’s Day, but it meant nothing to him. He never knew his mom, anyway. Why would he want to celebrate a day dedicated to someone who had abandoned him? He thought it was some sick humor. Mother’s Day was just for people to rub their healthy relationship with their mom on those who didn’t.

Eiji had once told him that his mom cared for him, which was why he was named Aslan Jade Callanreese. The thought of his mom caring for him made him laugh. If she truly cared, why had she left Ash with that bastard of a dad? 

Ash’s vision suddenly got blurry. He scoffed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He didn’t understand why he was wasting his energy dwelling on this. His mom had left him. Full stop. He had gotten over it.

Right?

Ash inhaled shakily. He hated to admit it but he always yearned for a mom who cared. He wanted to know what it was like to come home from school to the smell of freshly baked cookies and the happy humming of a mom. On nights when he could not sleep, he found himself yearning for the touch of his mom, a woman he never got the privilege of knowing. More than anything, he wanted proof that his mom had loved him. The feeling of despair that came with this thought was overwhelming. Ash was suffocating in the loss of someone he had never known. 

Ash’s head dropped in his hands. He allowed his tears to flood on the carpet below. His body was shaking with gloom, his world turning black. All these years he hoped it would get easier and it never did. It never would.

Ash heard Eiji’s footsteps getting closer. He immediately stood up and wiped his tears away. He didn’t want to ruin Eiji’s day just because he got sad over his mom. Eiji deserved to enjoy this day – he deserve to enjoy every day.

“My sister wanted to talk to me in the end… I had to tell my mom I had somewhere urgent to go to just so I could avoid talking to her,” Eiji said.

Ash let out a light chuckle; he was doing his best to act normal.

“Ah, I see you made some coffee for yourself. Good to know you did not burn the kitchen.”

Ash chuckled again, looking away from Eiji. As much as he tried to hide his hurt, Eiji always noticed. He always knew when something was off.

Eiji walked towards Ash and sat next to him.

“You do not have to tell me what is wrong, but is there anything I can do to help? We can go get hot dogs if that is what you want.” Eiji softly said.

Ash smiled, “No it’s- it’s okay. It’s just…” Ash hesitated. “It’s Mother’s Day…” Ash could not get the words out of his mouth. The tears seemed to be spilling back immediately. Stupid emotions, he thought.

Luckily, Eiji immediately understood what Ash meant. He always did. “Oh,” Eiji said softly. “I am sorry, Aslan. I should have checked in on you today before I did anything else.”

“No, it’s really okay,” Ash assured him. “It’s not a joyful day for me but you do not have to go through any trouble. Just wishing I had a mom to celebrate this day with, I guess.”

Eiji rubbed Ash’s back. “I am here for you, Aslan. We can take it easy today, if that is what you want.” There were no amount of words that would heal Ash’s hurt but he wasn’t going to leave his lover alone – he never would.

Ash stayed silent for a moment until he opened his mouth to say, “Can… can you hold me?” 

Eiji nodded, “Of course.” He hugged Ash; Ash buried his face in the crook of Eiji’s neck, letting the tears roll. 

The lovers stayed in silence. All Ash needed was Eiji to let him know it would be okay.  

This is okay, Ash thought. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay… he kept repeating to himself, because as long as he had Eiji with him, everything was okay.

[transfemstarscream]

being a rodimus enjoyer is so fucking painful. its like man i really enjoyed this character who made incredibly fucked up and horrible mistakes that had enormous and resounding consequences - not even for him, but for those he cares about - and watching him overcome his horrible guilt not just about the mistakes he made, but the fact that he doesnt necessarily regret making them, all while being an incredibly complex character whose healing *doesn’t happen all at once* and who goes on to continue to fuck up because you dont magically recover from 4 million years of having your shitty decisions excused if not validated just because you take a guilt trip. and then u go to look for content and its just all “lollllll look at this silly guy xD look at this idiot who cant do anything xDDD omg i bet he gets on megatron and ultra magnus’ nerves so much *reduces him to comedic relief*” im SICK OF IT!!!!!!! sorry this was a huge rant but oh my god please…. please i just want content for this character where his personality isnt reduced to “lovable dumbass”

and the funny thing is? for half of his on-screen time... he's not really that nice of a person? i'm not saying he isn't kind or good— rodimus is a good person, who does a lot of considerate and kind things— but he's not really that chatty or friendly as everyone makes him out to be in fan content? he has moments where he's visibly (and easily) frustrated (either at the situations or the people around him), he does not like everyone nor treat them pleasantly right off the bat (a certain someone), etc. rodimus is legitimately a good person, but i feel like people don't understand that good people are flawed. not in the "well yea duh he gets on everyone's nerves lol dumb twink" i mean he can legit dislike and outright hate the people around him and there's nothing inherently wrong with that. he's a captain of a ship— he does what's right because he can, he should, and he wants to. he's allowed to be angry that he's fucked over by the people around him usually (and kind people being visibly upset over being fucked over doesn't make them "morally grey" lol). he's allowed to be frustrated that he's made some really stupid decisions and has to live with them. he's allowed to be a bit of an ass, because it doesn't take away the fact he's a good person.

and it even gets worse when mental health comes into play because no one can be decent towards people with personality disorders. when people call rodimus narcissistic, they mean it as an insult. people take rodimus' canonical traits and overinflate/use them to further demonize or explain why "he's actually not that good of a person". because the idea that a good person is narcissistic is seen as an actual "flaw" to people. it's so obvious they'd rather just erase all that legitimately complex character work and positive portrayal of a good person who isn't villainized for his emotions or "non-traditional characteristics" and just have a blank slate they can use for the weirdest things imaginable. because really, why take a second to second to search up the definition of nuance and realize rodimus isn't just a one-dimensional archetype when you can write him into your fanfic about how annoying and dumb he is?