#i hate sally that fucking ugly ass bitch i HATE HER!!!!!?!

[w1yre]

How sally starlet feels when she realizes locking poppy in her house and then trapping her with bricks isn’t a good idea

[ninjamelissajulien]

Rewatching Crystalized after a long time- here are my thoughts.

The first third isn’t bad (season 1), honestly it’s still funny

Fugidove you weirdo (affectionate)

I still hate the mayor/the new ninja/ronin

Pythor you bitch (derogatory)

Nya my beloved, how they wasted your potential

Skylor my beloved, how they wasted your potential

Pixal my beloved, how they wasted your potential

Mechanic you motherfucker

HARUMI MY BELOVED CHILD YOUVE RETURNED TO ME

I hate how they changed the overlords voice, rebooted was the best version

I think the overlord intercepted harumi’s soul while it was on its way to the departed realm. Overlord can never truly die, so he’s stuck in an ethereal void. That’s why no one else was around

Harumi, my beloved scrimbly, your body was literally crushed and probably impaled by rebar and concrete

Oni temple still ugly as shit

“Fall of the monastery” is homophobic because my favorite girls got the shit kicked out of them and I’m gay so it’s homophobic

Also Pythor is misogynistic like bro Nya saved your ass from wohira

Also mechanic is misogynistic

Fantastic fights tho

MINI PIXES

I love the minipix 7 saved her mama first 🥹

We did not need the fakeout death for Nya

I love the samurai x mech and Nya’s Sam x outfit

I think they took off the overeffect on pixals voice in Darkness within - that just gave Crystalized extra bonus points in my book

Lloyd dangling sideways is so stupid but funny

Ok but like that wasn’t the last time you fought, technically that was the SECOND to last time shitlord, Zane killed you last time lmao

The coming 👀 of the king

But they didn’t lose??? They killed you???

Golden master was better tbh

Ah, the ugliest fortress in the entire series

Uglyass motherfucker

Harumi my scrimbly

Harumi really be like I hate you but maybe we could be friends but also no I despise you but maybe???

ACAB

Harumis such a brat- I love her so much

GARMADON RETURNS

Garmadon is the funniest motherfucker

The fact that they didn’t get to fully acknowledge Harumi and Garmadon is a missed opportunity

Christofern is an innocent victim

Mechanic motherfucker I want you to die

I forgot about Zane’s head trauma reverting him to the ice emperor. Such a missed opportunity

MISAKO MY BELOVED!!!!!

T*mmy fuck off

Pixal being a badass like usual. Queen!!!!

They put her effect back over her voice

JESUS CHRIST ZANE

ronin redeeming himself 🫡

Pythor you annoying bitch

SKYLOR YOU ARE A QUEEN I’d let you punch me any day

When skylor put her hand on Cole’s head, his scar was glowing

Skylor god I love you

Kai you got trauma we need to discuss

RACER 7 aka BLAZY H. SPEED!!!!!

I would burn everything for Pixal

Jennifer you say the word and I would kill for you

THE PIXANE SPIN

“You brought me back.”

Pixal has the coolest mechs because she deserves it

Garmadon sprint past, screeching, with a barrel is my favorite

“Uh oh? What does uh oh mean?” A callback to season 13 💙

“Pet plant” Lloyd that’s your brother have some respect

I’m gonna be honest- I forgot the overlord was the literal threat this season 😭😭😭

Why do the dragonites have tits????

I literally still can’t believe they have to “jump up kick back whip around and spin”

And the reveal was when the paper was “fold” ed you motherfuckers

Why did the coolest form of the overlord come TWO EPISODES AT THE END

Coles crew showed up

VANIA MY BELOVED SCRIMBLY

MINIPIX

MAYA EDNA BENTHO LOU (💔)

SALLY YOU QUEER QUEEN

Dragon form is literally so dope tho

I’m still not a fan of the “plot twist” with the overlord x devourer

Anyways KICK HIS ASS HARUMI GO BABY GIRL GO

Mechanic shut the fuck up honestly

OKINO

Cole mocking Vangelis is so fucking funny

It hurts to see Lou honesty knowing he’ll never speak again

ADAM

VANIA MY BELOVED

Is it me or is Kai really handsome in his dragon form

Cole and Vania’s hug 🥹

PIXANE SPIN 2.0

Oni Lloyd my beloved

ROTSM 2: Electric Boogaloo

I like to think that it is the ninjas spirits that protected Lloyd and defeated the overlord, not a golden power

Inner Steel is a good song shut up

Overall honestly not a bad season, has some hiccups and missed opportunities but not as bad as I think it’s judged

[cwcthzl]

i am assigned you homework to watch when harry met sally

deb

okay so when i saw this i decided i was gonna watch it and keep a record of all of my thoughts during the film and share it with you, so here you go (it's a lot, i warn you)

i can't believe i have harry's exact haircut oh my fucking god

GET THIS MAN'S BAKERY OUT OF MY FACE

why does he casually have grapes w him

god how i envied those cheerful ppl who dotted their 'i's with little hearts

"look, when the shit comes down, i'm gonna be prepared and you're not. that's all i'm saying." / "in the meantime you're gonna ruin your whole life waiting for it."

sally's hair flow is actually gorgeous no wonder why she puts that much hairspray on

their fits are so 🤩🤩

i like how everytime sally declines to say more when harry asks, harry goes with 'fine, don't tell me' and moves on with whatever is in front of him instead of giving sally the reaction she very much expects (aka pleading for more info) and sally just gives in because she WANTS to share even tho she says she doesn't/can't

TF IS THAT ORDER. WHEN DID ORDERING PIE BECOME THIS COMPLICATED

sheldon the wonder schlong😭😭💀

"but if you MUST know" gurl just spit it out

"they don't make sunday." / "why not?" / because of god." IM WHEEZING

he is so sassy with the 'so?'s oh my god

he is so me

i like the song choice here because i think it really reflects sally and harry's interaction perfectly. "you say ee-ther, i say either." / "you like potato, and i like pot-ahto."

why does he have a baseball bat

why do blonde men look bald

"i never considered not sleeping with you a sacrifice" SALLY YOU COOKED HIM GIRL

"it's amazing. you look like a normal person but actually you are the angel of death."

i LOVE harry's mindset he is so me i'm gonna kill myself this guy is an ass

HOW MANY TIMES DID THIS MF MARRY

i was waiting for harry to get divorced tbh he had that divorced dad kinda vibe to him im glad he aced his journey ❤️

standing up to join the wave after telling your friend your wife told you she doesn't know if she's ever loved you is INSANE

"oh really? well that symptom is fucking my wife." funniest line delivery in history

marie i love you bby we're gonna get through this together even tho you're dumb asf

why is this bitch pulling a joe goldberg rn

it's the way sally is taller than harry for me

this couple pissed me off so much GOD STOP TALKING OVER EACH OTHER FOR A FUCKING SEC

YESSSS DIVORCED BITCH APARTMENT THAT HAS NO SURROUNDINGS OTHER THAN A COUCH YESSSS

is harry reading stephen king or are my eyes deceiving me

it's that ugly ass back cover that got my attention. i thrifted doctor sleep and only realized stephen king was on the back cover when mom pointed it out by saying that guy probably looked at his own face for horrors. not cool mum

"i miss the idea of him."

THEY ARE SO ON THE OTHER SIDES OF THE COIN I CANT

he is so weird why does he remember all the things she ordered with such hyperspecific steps. why is he like that. why is he me

"big jerk." / "little creep." LMAOOOOOOOOOO

UGH WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS. DANCINGCHEEK TO CHEEK??????? OH MY GODDDDDD

SUCH A SWEET NEW YEARS KISS 😭😭😭

marie i'm gonna kick your ass

MARIE AND JESS??????? THEY ARE SO CUTE

their fight 😭😭😭 their hug😭😭😭😭 i hate this bitches😭😭😭

NOW THEY HAVE BEEF WITH EACH OTEHR'S PARTNERS????? LMAO

"he is a good guy, you should talk to him!" / "he is too tall to talk to." what if i did a flip

he is still reading the end of the books first

he is so soft and gentle with her i'm gonna cry. not a single jab, a single sarcastic comment. just attentively listening and comforting - reassuring her and petting her hair as sally ugly cries . oh my god they are so 😭😭

sally is so pretty even when she cries tf

laughing to crying pipeline is so real sally i get you bby

i love their little kissies it's so insanely pure to me. like a kiss you would get when you are in elementary when you thought this was the ultimate form of love. so innocent and for what

okay well now this is not very just a peck

okay this is escalating

OKAY THIS QUICKLY ESCALATED

why is harry looking at the ceiling like its the ceiling's fault like damn 😭😭

i love sally's curls so much

why every way they approach this it gets even weirder like i am thinking if they fuck all of this would be resolved and they did and it sucked and now i am thinking they should just go back to being friends and they are doing it but it never seems fucking right???????

what are those skinny ass leggings are they fruitcakes

THE SLAP

HE SINGS TO HER OVER THE FUCKING PHONE FOR HER TO PICK UP😭😭😭🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

this tall bitch again

no this is another bitch

bro he is so me what the fuck i'm gonna kill myself

FRANK SINATRA???? WDYM IT HAD TO BE YOU?????

"how about you love me too?"

THE DETAILS????? IM DEYING

"i came here because when you realize you wanna spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

"you say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you!" 10 things i hate about you reference? perchance?

SMILING INTO THE KISSSSSSS IM DECEASING

yeah def have chocolate sauce on the side

but after all, i really enjoyed this film. like, throughly. i would be fine even if they didn't end up together because their friendship was just that good and reminded me of me and a friend of mine, and it really touched some subjects i really liked. also i added another mf to my kinlist, so thanks????? ig????? they are very cute and i Loved this film debs you are a saint

[marvelobsessedteenager]

All The Hurt - Chapter 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”, horrible description of death and feelings lmfao I’m sorry

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: dis a long one HAHAH

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You groggily twisted in your bed as you tried to find the nagging nuisance that interrupted your peaceful slumber that barely lasted five hours. Your vision slowly focused as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, still searching for that damned alarm clock that you couldn’t seem to find.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, turning on the lamp beside your bed and hissing at the sharp light that was out to attack your pupils. The alarm clock, which somehow made its way onto the floor, read 7:00 AM, September 14th.

You scratched the side of your head, wondering why on earth your past self decided to wake you up this early on a random day.

Until it clicked.

September 14th. The Academic Decathlon competition that was being held in D.C. - the one your team had been preparing for months on end.

With all the ruckus that’s happened in the past few months, the competition was filed under the “unimportant events” cabinet in your mind. Truthfully, you didn’t really want to go. The only reason you were in decathlon was because you and Peter had a competition going to see who could get into as many after-school activities as possible while keeping their grades up. Plus, he said your intelligence would be an asset to the team.

It was stupid, really, but you both found joy in watching the other succeed, and at the time, Peter thought it’d be a push for you considering you were demotivated to study.

After he left you, you quit everything else besides decathlon. When you tried to, they told you you weren’t allowed to due to your name already being written down as one of the team’s members. You slacked off and often avoided going to the after-school practice altogether, hence why you forgot about it.

However, right now, it wasn’t a burden you had to bear. You were grateful for the upcoming distraction, and you thanked God Peter was somehow able to spontaneously quit the team the other day, the 'Stark Internship' granting him access to do so. Luckily for you, that meant some form of escape without having to be around him.

You felt yourself become lighter already, and you quickly got ready for the fast-approaching competition.

Once found your team waiting by the bus, you were greeted by a disoriented-looking Flash, making you giggle as you approached him while giving everyone you passed by a smile. “You look like shit.” You commented when you reached him at the back of the lengthy bus.

“I feel like it,” he groaned, his forehead pressing into the side of the vehicle, “I’m so not a morning person.”

You rolled your eyes and handed him the iced coffee you bought for him on the way, “I know, that’s why I got you this.” You said, shaking the beverage and holding it out for him, "Drink up, Eugene. We got people to beat. And before you ask, yes it has almond milk in it.”

He lifted his head and looked at the coffee in surprise, then back at you, “You’re a lifesaver.” He said, engulfing you in a hug so suddenly you had to hold onto the side of the bus to keep you both from falling back.

You teasingly shook your head and patted him on the back, “I know, I know. I’m amazing.”

“I don’t disagree.” He said, pulling back and taking the coffee from your hands with a small ’thank you.'

You stared at him as he slurped on his drink and sighed in bliss, and wondered what it would be like if he treated everyone the way he treated you.

You knew of his past and understood why his actions came from a place of hurt and nothing more. During these past few months, Flash helped you open your eyes and made you more understanding of people. Especially those who tried to cover up their pain by pushing others away in self-preservation, in fear of showing others who they truly were because they were afraid of being hurt, taken advantage of, or even worse, mocked for it.

At the simple gesture of getting him coffee, he seemed shocked that you even remembered his order, let alone got him something. Your empathetic side was much stronger than you thought it’d be, you realized, your heart aching for the misunderstood boy who stood in front of you.

“What?” Flash inquired with furrowed eyebrows, capturing the metal straw once more (because plastic ain’t it).

You were about to make a joke about how you were staring at him to process how ugly he was when Abe gleefully yelled, “Hey, it’s Peter!” And pointed ahead of him.

You swore your heart stopped for a moment, the voice in your head repeating the word ‘no'.

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned around in astonishment to find that, yes, it really was Peter, in the flesh.

And he’s asking to rejoin the team, but you were still caught up in his presence.

And how much you hated it.

Of course he showed up. Last fucking minute.

Boiling anger shot up to your throat and escaped through your mouth with a growl, “No, no way,” you walked towards him, eyes burning with rage as he backed up, “You can’t just quit, make a grand last minute entrance and be welcomed back.”

Of course, he was welcomed back by all but you and Flash, but that didn’t make a difference to anyone else no matter how many times you whined and objected.

“One more smart team member couldn’t hurt,” Mr. Harrington said.

And that’s how he ended up taking his seat about two rows behind yours, as you and Flash took your designated spots in the front. All the memories of him being Spider-Man fogged up your brain like you couldn’t see anything but him in the suit. It was infuriating how just him being there seemed to fuck with you.

What really pushed you to the edge was that you caught him looking at you. And not just stealing glimpses, no, you mean full-on gawking.

The audacity, you thought, exhaling loudly through your nose.

You found it hard to answer Liz’s training questions correctly. How could you? You were consciously aware of his presence, and consciously aware that he could be hearing your thundering heart if he concentrated enough.

Okay, so you may have done a little bit of research about him and watched a couple of his one minute interviews with reporters. None of them explained how he got said powers, but in one he told the interviewer all his senses were far, far more advanced than normal humans.

You wondered if he ever got a sensory overload.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the ring of a bell and his answer that followed, his voice echoing in your head. When you answered incorrectly for the second time, you decided to give it a rest. You plugged in your earbuds, raised the volume as high as it would go, and wished you could tune out your thoughts like you did to the world.

You were already awake when you reached your destination. While the rest of the students were in awe of how big it was, you and Flash weren’t.

Once all rooms were assigned, Peter and Ned immediately dashed to theirs without waiting to hear Liz’s plans to "act rebellious as a group". Normally, that wouldn’t raise any suspicions, but now that you knew about Peter’s little secret, you were skeptical. They must be doing something related to Spider-Man.

You ignored the dull pain in your chest.

And as much as you wanted to find out, you were drained. Thinking had seemed to take up most of your energy, which was something you needed in order to win. So, you grabbed your spare key card to the room you shared with Sally Avril and searched the second floor for Room 249 together.

Sally and you weren’t exactly friends, but you talked a few times and said hello to each other via a nod when you passed each other in the hallways. She agreed to be your science partner for this quarter’s project, and you knew that she was incredibly bright for her age, so you didn’t mind rooming with her for a while.

When the both of you were out of breath and complaining about your backs aching from your heavy backpacks, you thankfully found your room.

And, what do you know? It was exactly across the fucking hall from Peter’s.

You annoyingly rolled your eyes and hastily swiped your card on the card reader, pushing the door with your foot and throwing your backpack onto the bed before flopping on it with a groan, your tiredness leaving you and allowing anger to fuel you instead.

“You okay?” Sally asked, always the sweetheart, shutting the door and placing her own backpack on the bed, taking her possessions out.

“Just peachy,” you sarcastically mumbled, your face squished between the pillows. You could only describe their scent as hotel rooms, but they were cool enough to help put out a little bit of the fire that you still had within you. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, leaning on your elbows, “I’m gonna go check the gym out.”

A while back, you learned how to manage your anger by using it to your advantage. The excess adrenaline helped pump your energy and allowed you to finish your workout faster, which in turn made you stronger and defused the storm within you. You took your gym clothes to the bathroom and changed before yelling out a goodbye to Sally and exiting your room.

As you shut the door behind you, you looked up in time to make eye contact with Peter, who stood behind his glass window and froze upon meeting your eyes. You scoffed and turned away, and he sighed and continued closing the curtains to his room, obstructing anyone from seeing him remove the tracker from his suit.

When the clock struck 10 pm, you heard a secret knock that meant Liz was here to take your asses to sneak into the pool as a group. You tiredly tied your robe around your body as Sally opened the door, squealing and giving Liz a hug. The group was buzzing with excitement, and you weren’t 100% sure of it, but you were certain this was the most rebellious thing they’ve ever done.

It was adorable how innocent they were.

While the students ran down the hall, you slowed your pace down to walk beside Flash, who waited for you at the end of the line they formed and handed you a snickers bar - your absolute favorite.

“Aw,” you cooed, finger tapping his nose, "Is this a thank you for the coffee this morning?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Flash scrunched his nose and flicked your hand away.

“What's up with you lately?” You asked, peeling away at the bar’s wrapper and taking a large bite, “You’ve been so touchy and caring. I mean, you’ve given me more hugs this week than you have in your entire life.”

Flash’s ears turned red as he pursed his lips and looked down at his bare feet, “I’m not being touchy.”

You stopped and turned to face him with a tilted head and cocked eyebrow. He sighed, “You almost died, Y/n,” he admitted with a small voice, tracing all your scars with his eyes, "I don’t know, I just...I don’t want to lose you, you know? It was scary.”

Your demeanor softened and you gave him a gentle smile. Flash wasn’t one to open up and express his feelings properly, but it warmed your heart that he tried to with you. You wrapped your arms around him once more, calmly rubbing his back, “I don’t wanna lose you, either.”

He snorted and pulled back, jabbing your side and making you squeal, “Yeah, who wouldn’t?”

You jokingly pushed at his shoulders, “I could give you a fucking list.”

The two of you laughed in the hallway as you looked up to see that you were almost at Peter’s door, where he stood there talking to Liz alone. Or, more accurately, both of them exchanging love eyes that made them fumble with their words and made a visible blush rise to their cheeks.

You rolled your eyes with disgust and gagged in revulsion while your heart clenched so hard you had to put a hand on your chest to make sure it was still beating.

And boy, was it beating, all right.

Flash was quick to notice your actions and tried to get them to separate, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Yo, loser,” he called out, making Peter turn, “Stay here. I’m sure Iron-Man is gonna need your help rescuing kittens that are stuck on trees.”

You let out a chuckle and grabbed Liz by her arm when you got close enough, “Come on, don’t waste your time with him. He’s got civil duties to get to.” You threw a deadly glance at him and dragged Liz with you to the pool, failing to notice Peter’s crest-fallen face.

Who cares about him, though? You were here to win a competition and get the trophy - maybe that’ll prove to your dad that you’re worth something, and if that fails, it’s still pretty cool to have accomplished something.

You ended up teaming up with Abe and successfully pushing Flash into the pool, high-fiving Abe before he canon-balled in himself. You giggled, watching your teammates gesture you to come in, but you shook your head and took a seat in one of the chairs.

“Oh, come on, Y/n. Just come in for a minute.”  

“I’m not a swimmer, Flash. I’ll be here, just not in there.”

Your body was aching from the lack of sleep and constant moving around. Plus, you really weren’t much of a swimmer. You quietly took a seat beside MJ as she read a book you once read as well, the chair making a screeching sound that made you cringe and alerted MJ of your presence.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked, flipping to the next page and reading on, but somehow she saw you throw a glance at her.

“Nah,” you crossed your arms and leaned back, watching as Liz got splashed with water by both Cindy and Abe, who then proceeded to dunk Flash’s head in the water and high-fived, “just recognized the book, s’all.”

She hummed and nodded, and you saw her peek up at you from the corner of your eye, “Good taste. I’d like you if you weren’t a bully.”

“Guess you’ll never like me, then.” You replied, monotony lacing your voice, immediately putting an end to the conversation that was only beginning to bloom. You knew she was going to transform it into another ‘what you’re doing isn’t right’ lecture, but you’ve heard enough of it from Jane.

A tense silence settled between you two as her words settled in your mind. A bully. That’s exactly what you were seen as. You guessed people don’t exactly see what caused the change in behavior, but they see the change itself.

You placed the back of your head against the concrete wall and stared up, looking through the built in glass that allowed the moon’s light to bleed into the pool, fully brightening it up until the shadow of a figure covered the view. Him.

Him clad in his latex suit with a backpack on, hands holding the mask that would hide his identity from the rest of the world.

You saw him staring at her.

You felt your heart fall to the pit of your stomach, where it seemed to only cause a burning sensation - jealousy. You were looking at him while he was too busy looking at someone else, and that seemed to have followed you your entire life, even when you weren’t friends.

You gulped and turned away before you ever saw his line of vision move over to you, wondering and wondering.

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The next morning, you stood in front of Flash’s room with your hands on his shoulders as you tried to calm him down.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, I can’t do this, Y/n,” He said, rubbing his forehead. His shoulders were rising and falling at a quick pace beneath your palms as he took shallow breaths, nerves practically spewing out of him.

Who knew Flash was a worry wort?

“Okay, Flash, listen to me,” you grabbed his face and tilted it towards you so you could look him in the eye, “This competition is just a competition. It doesn’t prove your worth to anyone.” That’s not what you thought of yesterday, "Your grades and results don’t determine how smart you are, all right? They’re just numbers and letters, and those don’t make up who you are. And besides,” you gestured to the group of people that were across the hall knocking on Peter and Ned’s door, “if you’re so worried, we’ve got a whole bunch of smart-asses who’ll make up for your stupidity.”

You gave him a teasing smile and relaxed when he shook his head with a chuckle.

“You’ve got this, Eugene.”

He took a deep breath and nodded his head in affirmation, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got this."

“Attaboy! That’s the spirit!” You said, punching him in the shoulder and laughing when he held his arm in pain.

The concoction from the other side of the hall seemed to have risen above your laughter, making you and Flash exchange a look before running over.

“What’s going on?” Flash asked, causing everyone to turn.

“The boys won’t come out, and if they don’t we’ll be late,” Liz answered, checking the watch on her wrist and tugging the ends of her ponytail stressfully.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and elbowing your way through the crowd until you reached the door.

“Ned! Parker! Get the fuck out of this room or so help me God I will fucking break the door down!” You yelled, repeatedly slamming your fist on the door as it shook from the force.

To your surprise, the door immediately swung back to reveal a sweaty Ned and a missing Peter. Before he was going to say something, you asked, “Where is he?”

Ned stood there like a gaping fish, opening and closing his mouth with broken words falling out, “He..uh, he..won’t be able to make it?”

“He left?”

Ned took a shaky breath in and toyed with the hem of his shirt, “M-maybe..”

Typical Peter. Running away when he was needed.

“Of course he did,” you pinched the bridge of your nose then turned to Liz, “we’re just gonna have to leave without him.” You shrugged, watching as Liz’s shoulders deflated.

She looked mad, worried, and at the same time disappointed. You guessed it had something to do with whatever they were talking about yesterday.

You also guessed he left due to something that had to do with Spider-Man, but you didn’t have enough evidence to prove it to yourself. Regardless of how you wanted to feel, you started getting rather distressed. You wondered if he left after seeing you guys in the pool, where he was, if he was all right, why he hasn’t come back - all questions that could be answered by Ned, you realized. But you didn’t want to risk it.

So, you made your way to the competition with murmuring nerves and trembling hands. You blamed it on the competition, but you knew deep down that it was Peter’s absence that was troubling you.

Either way, you thanked God for MJ’s intelligence that won you the competition.

Hugs were being exchanged all around and pride flowed between your teammates as a golden trophy was handed to your team.

To celebrate, you made your way to the Washington Monument, where you’d be given a boring tour and promised an 'unforgettable view.’ However, there was a tugging feeling in your stomach as Flash asked Mr. Harrington if he could tell Peter that he was expelled. He still hasn’t shown up. Your mind raced with possibilities, and only got worse as the monument's elevator ascended.

Until it abruptly stopped and aggressively shook in its place, causing panic to spread among your group as dust fell upon everyone from the hole that seemed to have appeared above you, covering you from head to toe. Smoke began to fill the elevator’s confined space and-

And this was starting to feel like Delmar’s all over again.

You were frightened, hands shaking and tears welling up in your eyes as oxygen barely made its way into your lungs only to come out again. Your eyes were glued to the hole in the elevator’s roof, as if it’d somehow close up again if you stared at it long enough. It felt as if you were looking at the inside of one’s body - it was a sight you were never meant to see, and now, here you were, seeing it. You saw the wires and pulleys that kept the elevator in its place, and you couldn’t describe how wrong it was.

“Okay, guys, I know that was scary but our safety systems are working. We’re very safe in here.” The lady assured in the most tedious way possible. It was like you weren’t about to meet death himself. Like everything was okay.

It wasn’t.

“No, lady! No, we’re clearly not!” You yelled as you collapsed to the floor, clutching your head and rocking back and forth.

“Okay, Y/n, breathe, breathe.” Mr. Harrington crouched down to your level, inhaling and exhaling slowly as if that’d help you. You could hardly focus on anything but the fact that you felt like you were going to die.

Death seemed to chase you wherever you went, like you were cursed, and now these people were going to go down with you, with no superhero to come swooping in because you didn’t know where he was.

Oh my God, why is this happening?

Flash hastily looked around and pointed to a small opening on the side of the elevator, “We can open that! We can open that and get out through there!” He said, and the others got to work right away.

Ned carried the lady on his shoulders as she successfully pushed it open, allowing new air to come through, the group taking a large, collective inhale. Flash kneeled down beside you, and rubbed your back, promising you everything will be okay, which calmed you down enough to stand up.

You were still scared, hands were still shaking, but you knew you had to put others before you. So you concealed them from everyone’s view, and helped your teammates safely climb out to where a group of security guys was waiting to pull them out.

Cindy went up first, then Abe, Sally, and the dude with glasses you could never remember the name of, until you, Flash, Mr. Harrington, Liz, and Ned remained.

They all suggested you go first, but you refused and told them you’d be fine with assisting them. Flash was up next.

The minute he jumped off the elevator’s surface to grab ahold of the security guard’s hand, the wires which held the elevator in its place snapped and you began your fast descend, screaming into oblivion as your heart rattled inside your ribcage.

A strong force stopped the elevator from falling further for a second before it started falling again, not giving you enough time to catch your breath. It hit a large metal ground, hard, and that seemed to stop it and made you fall on your knees and bust the rest of the glass.

You breathed harshly, thinking it was over, basking in sweet relief until Spider-Man fell from the hole into the elevator and pushed it down even further, prompting the elevator to plunge at an even faster rate, and both Liz and Ned to let out an ear-deafening scream that made its way to your stomach, twisting and turning it while your knuckles turned white from the death grip you had on the railing.

There's your second chance at death, because apparently, one time wasn’t enough.

With his quick thinking, though, Spider-Man raised his arm and shot his web to the ceiling of the building, holding on as he planted his legs on the corner of the elevator, and pulling as it hung in the air.

He looked around the elevator, pausing for a second on your curled up body, before clearing his throat, “Hey, how you doin’?” He said, thickening his New York accent, “don’t worry about it, I got you.”

Ned - like he wasn’t about to fucking die - began fangirling over his best friend as he yelled out multiple 'yes's and bounced up and down, making the elevator’s wheels creak, threatening to fall once again.

"Hey, hey, hey, big guy! Quit movin’ around!” Spider-Man scolded Ned, his voice returning back to normal as he tugged on the web to slowly pull the lift up.

Your insides were still flipped and in all the wrong places, mind frozen as you sat on the ground, still rattled, with tears pushing hard against your waterline. Your breathing was loud and labored, which caught Liz’s attention.

“Hey,” she sat down beside you, voice husky, still half dazed herself, “we’re gonna be okay.” She said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself with her words, "We’re safe now.”

She paused for a moment, "I know what happened to you at Delmar’s-“ You saw Spider-Man’s head swerve towards the both of you for a second as you inhaled sharply. “-but you’re okay. We’re all going to be fine.”

You tilted your head towards her, tracing over her messed up hair and flushed cheeks, dirt painting her face but a small, hopeful smile sat on her lips. You managed to give her a nod and a squeeze of her hand in acknowledgment. Though it did nothing to calm you down, you were still grateful for her sincerity and effort in trying to do so.

“All right, everyone out.” Spider-Man demanded once you reached the level where the security guards were waiting. His grunting made it sound like he didn’t have as much time as he needed, and every person made their way out slowly but carefully.

You shakily stood on your legs, waiting for everyone to get out and counting down until it was your turn. Three, Ned was out first. Two, Mr. Harrington made it to the other side. One, Liz was safely out as she looked back at you and stretched her arm, palm open and awaiting your own.

You quickly skidded across the floor, and just as your skin touched hers, the web broke into two with a splick sound.

And for the next second you were falling to your death, all on your own.

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opinions on swsh gym leaders cuz it is my blog and i do what i want. i’m not planning on playing swsh either so this is based off gameplay vids ive seen. (swsh spoilers obviously) (also off topic but GOD swsh music is so good)

milo: short king mama ayy. he’s really cute and i have a soft spot for dorky guys. i feel like he would really enjoy gardening and probably likes to go to botanical gardens on dates. he also seems really gentle and caring!! love that for him personally.

nessa: GOD SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL. she’s also really confident in herself too and very very expressive. i like how she kind of takes lose personally but gets right back on her feet. i do feel like she’s kind of really cold with her outfit. like with milo’s, it did fit a lot cuz it is something you’d wear in gardening and hers is supposed to resemble a swim suit but i wanna get her a jacket really badly.

kabu: he seems like a really mean grandpa but he’s actually pretty cool. he seems like he has a lot of experience too and is overall really passionate about pokemon and enjoys fighting for fun and for competition. maybe later he might retire but live in his home with his pokemon but he would definitely seem like the guy to go outside a lot and exercise while also giving advice to new pokemon trainers. really like this guy! i think he’s charming. i also like his uniform a lot. it’s not too blunt but it does fit.

bea: shes very gorgeous. i feel like her and nessa would be good friends if not best friends. very aggressive and confident as well, as well as polite when defeated. i also like the fact her animation added that she held up her arm cuz i think it could be implied she either hurt it during the battle or hurt it earlier. just a really nice touch that gave her individuality. i also kinda have problems with her outfit. doesn’t seem really suitable for fighting or defense, i’d add certain gloves or specific protective gear that wouldn’t restrict her movements.

allistar: baby... i like his fashion and movements a lot as well as his talking style!! OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD HIS EYES. hes literally just fucking baby!! i dont know what else to report here fellas. would introduce him to horror movies. i also feel like he’d be a sally face kinnie but thats on me. also loves caramelldansen.

opal: SHE KINDA SCARES ME but i don’t know why. but i really Really like how she added a quiz as well as the battle which affects your pokemon depending on your answer. i know a lot of people might find that annoying but it really makes her stand out. she’s much more bite as well as bark. definetly seems the most galarish out of the bunch ive seen so far. even though her movement is a lot more restrictive, her emotions are very entertaining. especially that one face she makes when she’s really into it that makes her intense.

gordie: hate this ugly son of a bitch. makes me wanna turn straight. like i said in my previous post this dude licherally looks like he is the most annoying anime fan ever, is popular on incel boards, and got suspended for calling other trainers racial slurs. the whitest bitch in the bunch and it doesnt help about how fucking cocky he is. he’s not intimidating at all either i wanna shave his piss yellow hair and slam dunk him off a cliff. NEXT!

melony: i love that she dresses in attire that fits cuz that gym must be cold as fuck. except the leggings. Please Lemme Get You Some Jeans. overall shes okay but she kinda seems like a typical white mom who takes her pokemon to soccer practice. OKAY ACTUALLY THAT ANIMATION WHERE SHE NUZZLES THE POKEBALL?? CAN SHE BE MY MOM TOO???? PLEASE???????? SEE SHE IS A CANON MOM. I WILL KICK MY NEW BROTHER’S ASS.

piers: OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM. not only does he have kickass fashion taste and the baggy eyes are already an instant win for me, but personality wise i really like him. he’s so dramatic yet he has these moments where he gets real intimate and love the duality of man honestly. he also seems really involved with his pokemon and i bet he does a lot of performances for his and also others if they like his music! (also marnie cameo i love her sm)

raihan: very flamboyant and very handsome. also bonus points for epic name as well. got a very soft spot for unhinged chaotic expressive men. i wish i had more to say for him as well but my brain is going through gayrot like i was with milo.

overall here are my ratings for all of the gym leaders from best to worst

1. milo 2. raihan 3. piers 4. allistar 5. kabu 6. melony 7. nessa 8. bea 9. opal 10. gordie (FUCK GORDIE)

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Learn Ya || Chapter 4

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Chapter Notes: There’s not a whole lot of T’Challa in this but baby boi makes a comeback in the next one

As the heavy bass and vulgar lyrics of N.W.A pumped through her earbuds, it gave her the motivation to run a little harder. Her legs were burning but all of the pizza and breadsticks she had consumed the night before was heavy in her stomach. She felt bloated and she knew a run was exactly what she needed. Sweat dripped down the middle of her back and down her forehead into her eyes.

Despite the pain her body, the run was helping to clear her mind. She hadn’t heard a thing from Rod in a few days. She had expected him to come running after her run in with Cherise. She could only assume that she probably had her mouth to full of his dick to tell him anything. Which was fine with her. She really didn’t want to deal with either of them.

Her music faded and she had the same anxiety that she always did when she thought her phone had died, but the familiar ringtone she had set for Charlie started, and a whole new anxiety set in. Charlie wasn’t someone that called. She was much more of the kind of person that texted or communicated through snapchat. She only called when something was wrong. Amaya answered it immediately.

“What’s wrong?” She stopped dead in her tracks, trying to catch her breath in the process.

“Bitch,” Charlie dragged out the word and Amaya let out a sigh of relief. Clearly nothing was wrong. At least nothing major. “You picked the wrong day to be off. You had niggas looking for you today.”

She went down the list of people that could have been looking for her. She didn’t owe anyone any money other than Sallie Mae. There was only person that would come to her place of work looking for her. “You talking about Rod?”

“Yeah him too, but he’s not important.” She could hear the disgust in Charlie’s voice as the mention of Rod. She really couldn’t stand him and was probably hoping he would get run over at some point in his life.

“Him too? What you mean? Who else was there?” She furrowed her brows as she finally started back in the direction of her apartment building. This time walking instead of running.

“A certain fine ass African king came in asking for you specifically. And when I tell you that he came in like a man on a mission. Walked right up to me and asked for you by name. Jesus, that accent had me forgetting my own damn name.”

T’Challa. Her heart dropped a little into her stomach and she chewed on her bottom lip. “He came looking for me? What did he want?”

“I have no idea but you’ll probably find out. I gave him your number.” Her words nearly cause Amaya to trip going up the stairs.

“What did you do that for?” She wasn’t exactly mad that Charlie had done it. She was more surprised than anything. Charlie was probably one of the most protective people Amaya had in her life and she didn’t trust a lot of people.

“Cause it’s about time someone took that sorry ass nigga’s place. We both know you deserve better than Rod.”

“Speak of the devil.” Amaya rolled her eyes as she made it to the top of the stairs to her floor and saw Rod sitting on the floor in front of her door. He would do that. Show up unannounced and she was glad she never gave him a key like he kept begging for.

“Kick his ass to the curb. Ole community dick face ass nigga.” Charlie had to be outside of the outreach centre because the normal infliction in her voice was there and she was swearing up a storm.

“Let me call you back.” She hung up the phone as she pulled her keys out of the small fanny pack she only wore when she worked out. She was set on ignoring him as she walked to her door and started to unlocked it.

“What nigga you out here running the streets with?” There was malice in his voice when he spoke and Amaya rolled her eyes.

“Hi to you too. I’m fine thank you for asking.” She turned to face him and she could see anger in his light eyes. She really didn’t feel like dealing with this. She didn’t have the energy to try and fight with him right now.

“I ain’t got time for you be on your bullshit right now.” He waved his hand in the air.

“So then why are you here?” She leaned against her still locked door and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t about to let him inside. Not with the way he was acting.

“Cause I’m tryna figure out what nigga you going to lunch and shit with. You cheating now?”

“We both know I’m not the one cheating in this relationship.” Yes, she has gone to lunch with T’Challa and she had even flirted with him a little but that was nothing compared to the things that Rod had done in the past and was probably still doing.

“Chill out with that shit, man. Ain’t nobody cheating.” Rod sucked his teeth.

“You must really think I’m stupid, huh? If you aren’t cheating then how the hell do you have another baby on the way?” She raised her brow.

“I already told you that bitch don’t mean shit to me.”

“She doesn’t have to mean shit to you but that baby will.” She shook her head at his words. He really did sound like he didn’t care about anyone but himself. “Matter of fact, I don’t mean shit to you either. Get the fuck out my face, Rod.”

“The fuck you talking about?” He grabbed her arm when she tried to turn away from him.

“Nigga don’t touch me.” She snatched her arm from his grasp so quickly that she was surprised she didn’t dislocate her shoulder in the process. There was always something about Rod that managed to take her out of character. “I’m talking about how I’m done.”

“This new dude for you feeling yourself. You need to kill all that noise. Your ass ain’t going nowhere.” She saw his has clench.

This wasn’t the first time she had said she was done, but this time she meant it. She really couldn’t keep doing this. She deserved better.

“There is nobody else. I just see you for what the fuck you are, and that ain’t shit. I mean, you’re how old with four kids already, still living at home with your mama. And she pays all your bills cause you have no job. I’m trying to do something with my life and I’m not about to have you ruin that for me.” She could tell from the way his face twisted that her words pissed him off.

“You really think you get to leave me, bitch.”

She was taken aback by his words. He had never actually called her out of her name before and it caused something inside of her to snap. She was second away from slapping the shit out of but changed her mind at the last second. “I think it’s time for you to go.” She shook her head and turned away from him to unlock her door.

“Wait shit. Maya baby, I didn’t mean that. You just got my head all fucked up.” The malice was gone from his voice. If was the usual tone that he used when he wanted something.

“So all of this my fault?” She really couldn’t believe that he was trying to spin all of this on her. Like she was the one that was messing up.

“Nah, I’m acting like this cause I love you. You know that right?” When he grabbed her hand, she allowed it, her resolve slowly fading.

“I really don’t. This isn’t what love is supposed to be like.” There wasn’t much confidence in her voice. She really hated how weak she was for him.

“C’mon. We can talk about this inside.”

“No.” She called on the last little bit of confidence she had left and shook her head. She knew if she let him in, they would be having sex within minutes and this issue would be swept under the rug like all the others. “I think you should go.”

“Why? You got someone coming over?” He dropped her hand as anger started to creep across his face.

“Okay, you really need to go.” She shook his head. She couldn’t believe that he was one again accusing her of having someone on the side because she wouldn’t let him inside. He really was delusional.

“You must have that new nigga coming over.”

“You know what? Yes, he’s coming over and he’s about to beat the brakes off this pussy. Is that what you wanna hear, Rod?” She had to take a deep breath to calm herself back down again. He always seemed to take her there. “Why don’t you go fuck one of your hoes?”

“The only hoe I’m tryna fuck is you.” He threw back into her face, catching her off guard that he was yet again calling her out of her name.

“Nigga fuck you!” She didn’t mean to raise her voice, causing a scene, but it happened. She didn’t mean to put her hands on him, shoving her hands against his chest to get him away from her, but it happened. “I bet you you won’t fuck me again.”

“Don’t nobody want that run through shit.” His words might have hurt if she knew that they weren’t bullshit coming from his bruised ego.

“My new nigga do.” There was a smirk that accompanied her words that she knew would only piss him off further. She wanted to hurt him after everything he had put her through.

“Fuck you, ugly dark ass bitch.” He looked her directly in the eye when he spoke.

She blinked a few times. There were a lot of things that he could have said that she would have allowed to roll off her back, but that wasn’t one of those things. He stuck against her largest insecurity, something she had told him about because she believed she could trust him with it. She was surprised that he would throw that back into her face. She was more disappointed than anything else. It was hard to believe that someone could be so damn hateful.

“I think it’s time for you to go, young man.” Miss Catherine’s distinctive voice called from down the hall. Amaya should have known that if anyone was going to peek out their door to see what all the noise was about, it would’ve the nosey older woman that stayed a few doors down who always seemed to look out for Amaya when she didn’t even know that she needed it.

Rod held up both of his hands and started to back away. “That ain’t no problem.”

Amaya watched him walk down the hall and disappear down the steps before she finally let out a small sigh of relief, leaning her head back against her front door.

“You okay, child?” Miss Catherine touched her arm gently and it was the soothing touch that she needed.

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks for coming out.” She gave her a reassuring smile.

“Of course. You gonna be okay here tonight? That little knucklehead ain’t got no key do he?”

She shook her head, “He doesn’t and Charlie should be home soon so I won’t be alone.”

“Alright, baby. You let me know if you have any more problems with him. I got a couple of grandsons that could handle his ass the way he needs to be handled. You feel me?” Despite her terrible mood, Amaya couldn’t help but laugh at the older woman’s antics. “Speaking of my grandsons, I have one that would be great for you.”

“Maybe some other time, Miss Catherine.” Amaya shook her head. She had seen pictures of the men and she really didn’t want to tell her that her grandsons were ugly. She didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Let me know if you need anything then.” She gave her arm a light squeeze and for some reason that made Amaya feel better before she turned and disappeared back into her own apartment.

••••••

“I can’t believe he actually said that shit to you.” Charlie shook her head as she took a sip from her wine glass. “I knew he was an ass but I didn’t know if was that damn bad.”

Amaya has heard it all of her life. She was pretty but it only just barely enough because she was dark skinned. Or she wasn’t pretty at all because she was dark skinned. Plenty members of her own family her told her that she had better have kids with a lighter skinned man so she didn’t have any dark babies. Those words had stuck with her, embedded and engrained into her, festering into a sense of self loathing that she was only just beginning to be able to shake. Maybe she had subconsciously put up with all of Rod’s shit because physically he was someone that her family would approve of her having kids with. She hated that she had allowed his words to get to her so much, but they had truly cut her to the core. It only reminded her of how most of the world saw her.

“I’m hungry. You want some Chinese food?” Amaya needed to change the subject to get her mind off of everything.

“Yeah. Shrimp fried rice and orange chicken?” Charlie grabbed their wine glasses and the now empty bottle of wine to take the kitchen.

Amaya nodded her head and grabbed her phone from the table next to the couch, powering it back on. She had turned it off hours ago after Rod left just in case he tried to call her. She couldn’t stand talking to him. When the screen came to life and the notifications started to roll in, she rolled her eyes when there were few missed calls and a few texts from Rod just as she had suspected. There was a missed call from her mom and she made a note to call her back later before she went to sleep. There was a text from an unknown number that caught her attention. She opened the message, her eyes scanning it before she was yelling out for Charlie.

“What what what?” She ran out of the kitchen and skidded to a stop in front of the couch.

Amaya was left in shock as she held out her phone for Charlie to read.

Unknown: Hello, Amaya. This is T’Challa. I got your number from your friend. I hope that’s alright.

“Bitch, if you don’t text him back.” Charlie curled up on the couch close to her so the two of them could huddle over her phone.

She saved his number to her phone before she typed up a response to him. The three little dots appeared at the bottom of the screen and she chewed on her bottom lip as she waited. When he asked her to dinner, Charlie damn near fainted next to her and Amaya wasn’t far off herself.

Good girl. She stared at those two little words, chewing on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit that she really liked that coming from him. She didn’t want to admit that it did something to her below the waist, stirring something inside of her. She swallowed against the lump in her throat as the screen finally went black. Amaya looked up at Charlie who had the widest grin on her face and was practically bouncing her seat.

“What?” She furrowed her brows.

“What you mean what? You do realize you have a date with a man who’s a whole king, right?” It took a moment before it dawned on Amaya that this was in fact a date. Her heart started to hammer away in her chest and the nervousness started to settle in. “No no no. I know that look. Don’t you start freaking out right now.” Charlie pinched her arm to bring her back to reality.

“You’re gonna get enough of pinching me.” She rubbed the burning spot on her arm.

“Whatever. This isn’t the time to worry about that. Right now, we need to get you a new weave popping. I just got some new hair in. It was gonna be my new install, but this is way more important. Shit, you need a new dress too. The mall is open until 10 on Fridays right? If not you can borrow something of mine. Either way we’re about to get you right.”

Charlie was talking a mile a second but Amaya couldn’t focus on that. All she could focus on was the fact that she had a date with T’Challa.

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Kaye / Kaley Wood

(kayestirednsad)

Kaye is a white person pretending to be Native. They popped out of the shitter in august 2019 on twitter. Not too long afterwards, some of the real Native Twitters users became involved in petty drama with Kaye. Kaye has claimed multiple minority identities to feel loved and coddled because these days being a minority is cool. When Kaye wasn’t bullying someone, they were making shitty beadwork. In 2020 Kaye left Twitter like a damn coward (which is hilariously ironic, since they loved to call people cowards) and is now making cringey TikToks. Their TikTok profile is kayesinlovewithu (yuck).

Jisu

(DearNonNatives/NahJisu/JisuBebe)

Jisu runs the popular DNN account, I’m sure you’ve seen some of their posts all over the activist side of social media. When they’re not doing half assed activism and being involved in drama, Jisu fawns over those girly looking kpop boys. I’m pretty sure they’re not who they claim to be. If you say one negative thing about them, jisu will repost your comment and claim you’re obsessed with them. I’m also pretty sure they grew up a lonely child whose parents didn’t love them and likes to fantasize about being obsessed over.

Chelsey Moon

(ChelseyMooner)

Chelsey is another popular Twitter user and Youtuber. Don’t watch her videos unless you can stomach her gross looking teeth (and I thought Natives get free dental care) She really loves to harass girls younger than her and get her followers to attack her victims. Maybe she should focus on dental work or looking after her goblin kids.

Laura Comstock

(lmcomstock/pockyandpoke/rhettsuko)

Laura is a big nosed witch who pretended to be Indigenous, when in reality she is white. She dumped the Indigenous identity when Emilie bullied her into making her admit she’s only white and then she claimed to be Muslim for like two hours. When Islam isn’t her aesthetic anymore, she dumped the Muslim identity and now all she does is harass actual Muslims and Palestinians. She was friends with Kaye for a while and together they bullied other people on Twitter. Crackers come and stay together in one pack.. usually, but one day Laura and Kaye snapped and had a hilarious online fight because Kaye ripped Laura off on her shitty beadwork. Laura is now weeaboo trash and I predict she’ll delete her Twitter soon and come back in a few months claiming to be half Japanese.

__madixon

Madison is the infamous “Brother Bear Girl.” She posted on Twitter that the Brother Bear movie was an accurate portrayal of Indigenous culture. Shit hit the fan and triggered a lot of offended people. Madison hid replies that called her out on her bs, leading many to call her “clout chaser”. Next, she posted a selfie which she had beaded Inuit inspired tattoos on her face and this caused a cultural appropriation uproar. I applaud her however, for not running off Twitter like a coward like Kaye.

Emilee / Sally

(labelleroyalist/subarcticgal)

Emilee is another girl who gained notoriety, dubbed “Confederate Girl”. When she isn’t fingering herself to a picture of Jefferson Davis, the loser who lost the civil war, she is relentlessly harassing others who have better lives than her on Twitter. Hilariously enough, she was involved in drama with all the people in this list.

Matt Britton

MrMattElk/zepfankanienkeh

starbug1976.blogspot.com

Matt is some guy in his 40s who should be looking after his ugly ass kids instead of writing tweets with godawful 12 year old kid grammar. The only good thing he does is target that pedo rapist David Charles Brockitt. He seems to enjoy following women in their early/mid 20s on Twitter. He added Jisu and Emilee on his starbug1976 culture vulture list months ago, but has since then removed them. He tried to talk to Jisu on their dearnonnatives account and they immediately cut him off and seems to love oppressing Emilee in particular. Maybe he has a thing for those two bitches.

ElatisEagles / EaglesElatis

E.E is some miserable old bitch who likes to bully younger people online, probably misses their younger years and wants to go back to that time again. They claimed hating rats is anti-Indigenous. I’m anti indigenous then because rats are fucking disgusting, like them. Oh yeah they claim Cherokee too.. lol.

Jasparrows

Jasparrows is another white person claiming to be Cherokee (gahdam why is it always fucking Cherokee?!?!). It’s funny how they bitch about how they’re not a wannabe and they look like Andrew Jackson’s grandkid. And to make it funnier, they’re Kaye’s best friend and is constantly kissing their ass.

[crazyunlikeyou]

Head cannons about Sally Jackson - because she deserves everything

Percy and Annabeth visit their parents together after the war. It takes them, like, 10 hours until they can go back to CHB to see Chiron. At the end they decide it’s time their mortal parents met.

Following week, Sally Jackson and Frederick Chase meet and eat blue cookies. Frederick is awkward at first but it’s hard to be awkward with how lovely Sally is. 

At the end they get along extremely well because they both ship percabeth and hate the gods for what they have done to their children

Sally gives him the recipe of her blue cookies because he loves them

Frederick shows Sally about his mortal-bronze guns and stuff

Sally absolutely LOVING THEM

Frederick giving some weapons to Sally since neither annabeth nor percy use guns

Sally hosting the biggest half-blood get togethers after that

Like all of the seven + reyna+ nico and their loved ones come to these get together and of course some monster decides to show up at this half-blood smelling house

It’s an unfortunate decision, really

The kids can hardly pull their weapons out before Sally shoots off the monster from the window, sending it directly to tartarus

Sally being even a bigger bad ass than she was before

Sally being the lovely-protective-badass mom to half bloods in general since most of them don’t have a living mortal parent anyway

No one touches her children

NO ONE

NOT EVEN GODS

Especially Percy and Annabeth (because they are only 18 and they LITERALLY have been through hell already, what more do you want goddamnit)

She yells at Chiron when he tries to send one of her younglings to a dangerous mission - she can’t stop most of them, since they are half bloods and that’s what they do, but she’s always there when they come back home bruised

She becomes a volunteer counselor at CHB. Gods aren’t thrilled but the last time they tried to intervene this, everyone at CHB turned against them and it was absolutely terrifying

Percy alone was enough to scare them with his anger when it came to his loved ones not like they would confess that

So they (unwillingly) let her be the Mom to both CHB and Roman camp

Everyone at CHB and Roman camp secretly believing in Sally to protect and empower them more than they believe in Gods - but no one says a word about it, thinking it is only what they feel personally

Everyone calling her Aunt Sally

Except for Annabeth

She calls her Mom 

(which drives Athena up the fucking Olympus honestly)

The next time Rachel doubles over and starts to speak with her Delphi voice, Sally is right there at the Big House and hears it all

It’s exceptionally hard not to hear when its about her son and daughter

They hear Rachel start with “Mortal lovers of hell and back/Breathe their final attack...” as Percy and Annabeth reach to hold each other. Sally drops the batch of blue cookies in her hands. She can’t listen the rest of the prophecy very carefully, grasping only small bits and pieces of her kids’ future. She hears something about a collision between the dead and living and a few more things. She recovers from the initial shock and moves towards her kids as Rachel says the last words of the prophecy. 

Sally Jackson: rage (“Goddamnit just leave them alone!”)

Percy and Annabeth literally nopes out on the prophecy with full on support from Sally

They lock themselves in Poseidon Cabin and refuse to come out. Sally is the only one who can walk in and out of Cabin 3.

No one can make Percy and Annabeth go on the quest prophecy tells them to go

Whenever someone tries to talk them, whether it is a charmspeaking Aphrodite kid or Chiron, they meet with Sally’s fury and everyone learns that Percy’s fearsomeness and cold glares aren’t inherited from Poseidon.

At some point, Gods decide to pull Annabeth and Percy out of that cabin themselves so they pay a visit to CHB in their human sizes

Of course, they make an agreement to limit their powers in CHB areas to not cause another war between each other so they only appear in front of Big House and walk towards Cabin 3

Cue Sally’s intervention

Poseidon can’t even knock on the Cabin 3′s door before they hear Sally Jackson’s fury

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

A silence fall on the camp. That’s the first time anyone (including Percy) hears Sally curse. Half bloods thank her (not the gods, they already lost faith in them at this point) for not being in the line of fire of her rage. Even gods seem startled at her poisonous tone. She isn’t mad, no, she is outraged. She isn’t even yelling, but her whisper-like tone is way more terrifying.

“Don’t intervene, Mortal. This isn’t your business.” 

Somehow even Zeus’ voice was less booming than usual.

“You dare come closer to that cabin or so help me, it will take some time until you can even face each other and not be afraid each other’s looks.”

“Sally, please-”

“I stand with what I say Poseidon. Leave them alone. They did more than enough already.”

“We don’t have enough time for this nonsense. Get this woman out of my face so we can get Perseus and Annabeth-”

SLAP

Sally Jackson slaps the shit out of the god of gods’ face

Shock falls over camp as well as silence

Zeus is too shocked to be angry

All of the gods are too shocked to even move

Percy is too shocked to laugh at Zeus’ expression

That’s probably Zeus’ first bitch slap something that was well deserved for the last few centuries, really

Hera is the first one to find her voice and she starts to shriek. She starts to curse Sally with her limited power when Sally walks over to her.

“You dare come back to get my kids? After everything you have done the last time? You do not belong here. Leave.”

The tension increases as the unused power makes sizzling noises in he air. “You filthy mortal, talking to us like that-”

Sally pulls out her celestial bronze gun and points it at here’s face. Several half bloods gasp. Poseidon tries to calm her down before someone hurts her with a curse. “Sally, love-”

“Shut up, love.”

Hera gives a sarcastic laugh. “A mortal weapon now? You really must be an idiot.”

Cue the plumbing system right next to Hera bursting out as a pair of green eyes glare at her behind the cabin’s windows.

“You really must be asking for trouble, especially with that little thing you are holding.” Hera says disgustedly.

“You know what, I actually am asking for it. What will you do now, kidnap me? Been through that. Kill me? Then pray on Hades’s soul ‘cause he will be dealing with me for an eternity. Take my son away? Have been living with that for the last six years. I’m done to the core. Enough. Is. Enough.”

Sally fires the gun and Hera actually its shot. Not expecting the hit, she panics and disappears with a shriek.

(She’ll probably get her ugly face fixed in a few minutes but who cares, at least she left)

Zeus and Ares turn at her, ready to kill when half bloods fill the space behind Sally in a protective stance. Percy and Annabeth are also out but they look more shocked than ready for an attack.

The Gods can’t leave a mortal without a touch after her rudeness, even if she has the whole bunch of heroes behind her.

So a -certain- lightning bolt strikes from the clear sky on Sally, as many screams are heard in the camp. Percy watches helplessly as her mother gets zapped with the lightning he returned to Zeus years ago.

When the lightning ends, it is only expected to find Sally’s lifeless body on the ground. A lightning isn’t something a mortal body can survive.

Yet, Sally is still standing.

“That was the absolute opposite of what I told you to do.” says Sally, her voice echoing around the camp. “You are not welcome here.” She says as her blue eyes shine in the lightning’s color.

At that point no one expects to see Percy’s mortal mom to hover in air and send the same lightning bolt towards the gods from her palm. (But it is already a hell of a day, so everyone just chooses to be happy that Sally is still alive.)

Sally hits the gods with the lightning bolt, making them disappear one by one until only Zeus is left

Sally’s handprint can still be seen on his face

“You will make sure that prophecy is changed.”

“That’s not-”

“If you are able to make a mortal an immortal god when you need, then you can change what hasn’t happened yet. You will leave these kids alone and leave. Now.” 

The lightning makes a last strike as Zeus disappears.

Chaos in the camp ensures as questions rise out in the crowd. “Mom?”“How the hell did Auntie Sally do that?” “Aunt Sally, are you a half blood?” “Bloody hell man, a god’s and a half blood’s child would explain Percy’s power.” “Damn, an here I thought I could win in a thumb fight with him.” “Is she a god now?”

Sally is also confused on what she did but she is glad that the gods left her kids alone.

Chiron makes an announcement at the end to clarify Sally’s situation, explaining that she was the new magical guardian of the camp since everyone believed in her to protect them. She became half mortal, meaning she would age and eventually die-but her soul was bound in the camp to protect the kids.

Sally Jackson being lovely-protective-badass mom forever

Sally Jackson man