#i hate that i'm so affected bc clearly he doesn't give a shit

[fishylife]

every day [asshole] continues to show that he does not care for a certain group of people's feelings...they are completely negligible to him...

[tkaulitzlvr]

FORGET - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: when tom comes home from rehearsals in a bad mood, you suggest a way to make him feel better.

content: smut

a/n: i hate this but i haven’t posted in a while so hopefully it makes up for my absence. i’m having to reupload this bc for some reason it didn’t show up under any tags when i posted it the first time 😍😍 i love tumblr such a great smooth-running app 💗

the front door opens and closes quickly with a loud thud, soon destroying the peaceful silence that had remained throughout the house all day. it was evening, the sun almost set as it cast a plethora of dark purples and oranges across the cloudless sky. the day had been totally unproductive on my end: tired body sprawled out on the couch, enveloped in soft blankets, hands reaching lethargically to the bowl of popcorn resting in my lap, eyes fixed on the series that i had insisted to spend one hour watching, knowing that i had countless jobs to do - though time quickly passed by until it had totally slipped through my fingers.

tom however, had been the complete opposite of lethargic, having woken up early this morning and leaving for the studio as he had done everyday for the past week, a big show coming up at the weekend that he needed to be well prepared for. he had sealed our lips in a sweet kiss before exiting, embracing me in a quick hug before hurrying out of the door, seeming as happy as he would be any other day. yet the chaotic entrance he displays as he enters the living room tells me that he is not feeling at all content, his jaw clenched, with anger clouding over his expression, painting the beautiful features with a dark stare that admittedly frightens me the second i register his change in mood.

"tom?" i call out, leaning forward as his sultry frame nears my own, walking towards me slowly and slumping onto the couch beside me, maintaining a distance too large to not be questioned, instead of wrapping a gentle arm around my waist and attacking me with kisses as he usually would after a long day like this one.

he utters an almost inaudible 'hey baby', his words tender despite the lack of kindness that his tone and actions display, before letting out a deep sigh and massaging his temples, his head falling backwards in what i can only assume to be frustration. in any normal circumstance, he would be showering me with affection and asking me about my day amidst subtle complaints towards his own. yet he remains distant, eyes skittish, leg bouncing up and down as he refuses to shift his gaze towards mine or make any conversation, creating the questions of whether i am the reason for his current bad mood.

"what's wrong?" i ask, turning to face him and moving closer, placing my hand on his thigh in attempt to bring any comfort, no matter how small.

"nothing." he mutters, refusing to look in my direction, the harsh expression plastered on his face failing to soften. though he doesn't refuse my touch, allowing my hand to run soothingly across his thigh, my touch tentative as i test the waters.

"you don't come home looking this upset every day." i respond, not giving up despite his cold demeanour. my voice is soft, barely above a whisper, not wanting to frustrate him any more than he clearly is, instead opting for a more subtle approach, recognising the comfort that he silently craves. "talk to me."

the gentleness within my tone appears to work in my favour, tom slowly seeming to warm up to me, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth as he turns to look me, his expression immediately softening, any remnant of tension fading away. he extends his hand outward, placing it on top of my own and giving it a small squeeze, the small act silently saying 'sorry for being a dick', though he quickly verbalises his apology as his mouth opens to speak.

"shit- i'm sorry baby." he mutters, shaking his head in apparent disapproval towards his own actions, the grip that his hand has on mine tightening slightly, his thumb running slowly up and down the skin. "practice was really stressful today, that's all. everyone expects so much of me and it's just a little too much sometimes. i didn't mean to take it out on you, i just-"

i immediately cut him off, resting my head on his shoulder and angling it slightly, allowing our eyes  to stay interlocked, a soft smile now etched upon his face, though i can tell it is forced, one that aims to console me instead of signal towards his happiness. "don't apologise, i get it. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

"it's okay schatz. i'll be alright." he mutters, resting his forehead against my own. the sudden close proximity allows me to register the rapid change in his eyes, the sea of brown soon taken over by lost as they darken, his gaze flickering from my eyes to my lips. he hesitates though, head nearing towards my own at an unimaginably slow pace, leaning in until our lips eventually touch, sealing in a sweet kiss. he is gentle, choosing to savour the tender moment rather than act on his impulses that are becoming increasingly obvious despite his attempt to hide it. i quickly kiss back, my hands naturally wrapping themselves loosely around his neck, tom's soothing my waist whilst the other reaches not so innocently, grabbing my ass and pulling me onto his lap.

i break apart from the kiss, moving downward slower and slower, hands trailing teasingly down the spread of his thighs, eventually stopping once my head is eye level with his crotch, noticing the way that his bulge becomes prominent through the material of his jeans. this angle allows me to notice his chest heaves up and down, ragged breaths leaving his now parted lips, legs spreading apart to allow my head more space where he wants it most.

"how about..." i mumble, voice low and seductive, lashes batting as my eyes look upward into his own, whilst my fingers reach towards the button of his jeans, making contact with them ever so slightly. "i make you forget about it all. hm? how does that sound baby?"

"mhm." he whines, hands reaching for the button of his jeans, doing so with limited success as i reach to stop him, much to his dismay. "fuck- please, just do something."

"just sit back baby. let me do the work. you're stressed out, i wanna make you feel good." i whisper, slowly moving his hands to rest at his sides, fingers hooking around the zipper of the oversized denim as i tug it downward, eyes never leaving tom's. he hoists his hips upward, allowing me to remove the jeans easier, letting the material pool at his feet, wasting no time before sliding one finger into the waistband of his boxers.

"jesus christ- please, don't tease. need to feel you." he breathes out, his voice low and ragged, clearly unable to withstand the slow pace of my movements, wanting more than just my touch, needing it to travel elsewhere, his boxers an obstacle to his desires.

somewhat pitying his desperation, i nod my head, complying with his plea, my fingers wrapping securely around the cotton, finally pulling them downward, his dick springing from the material, a loud groan sounding from his lips at the feeling. his eyes darken, no longer kind and forgiving as they had been when he was pleading just a few seconds ago. they are different, reflecting the desperation which is made more evident than ever before, no longer concealed by the thin material of his boxers.

and, before he is able to utter another breathy complaint of my hesitance, i soon put any ability to form coherent sentences to bed when my lips make contact with the tip of his dick, hand resting at the base as i slowly take it in, studying the way his mouth falls open, eyebrows threading together as he is unable to do anything but watch in awe, tired lust fuelling his motivation to keep his eyes open, refusing to tear his eyes away from the sight unfolding below him.

the temptation to stop just before taking the final few inches in becomes real once i realise that i cannot take much more, my entire body stopping momentarily to accustom to feeling so completely full, though the motivation of his short moans, quiet and almost unnoticeable, prompt me to go just that little bit deeper, until his tip hits the back of my throat, hand beginning to run up and down what i am unable to fit in.

almost instinctively, his hand threads through my hair, collecting the loose curls within his fingers, threading through it roughly as they begin to craft a makeshift ponytail, though i soon pick up on the true intention of his touch, realising that it is nothing close to resembling innocence, every ounce of intent behind it as i recognise the gentle movements the palm of his hand initiates, encouraging my mouth to move just a little faster.

"fuck schatz- just like that..." he allows a much more obvious moan to sound from the back of his throat this time, no longer concealing his recognition of pleasure that i provide, his walls soon crumbling down when i speed up, deciding that pretending to be in any place other than heaven itself would be foolish, unable to deny the way my mouth moves in just the right way, prompting him to his release faster than ever before.

the tears that soon cloud my vision act as no restraint towards my movements, cheeks hollowing as they tighten around him, the effect that this has on him impossible to deny as he curses under his breath, a guttural moan leaving his parted lips in clear confirmation of his satisfaction, this all i need to sink onto him further, determined to push him towards his release.

and he is clearly not too far away from it, his hips beginning to thrust upward, meeting my own movements as his steady hand on my head becomes not so assured, fingers shakily threading through my hair as he manages to take some control, though not enough to direct the way that my mouth moves. nothing has ever been clearer than his desperation, his hips stuttering more often than they manage to keep their movements contained, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat, tears soon cascading down the tinted skin of my cheeks, the feeling of his dick beginning to twitch inside telling of just how close he is to his climax.

"fuck, don't stop baby, gonna cum..." through his moans he manages to speak, his mouth opening and eyes finally squeezing shut, this the only warning i receive before he shoots his hot cum into my throat as i quickly swallow it, a loud groan following his release. thrusting sloppily into me a few more times, his eyes open slowly, chest heaving up and down, entire body trembling as he comes down, finally allowing my mouth to leave his dick, saliva coating the length once i move away.

even when i adjust myself, collapsing beside him breathlessly, i can tell that this isn't enough for him. he craves more, beyond his fucked out expression, i see that he needs to feel me once again despite the evident fatigue etched upon my face. and he shows no shame in acting on his desires, reaching forward and pressing his lips onto mine once again, the kiss lacking the softness it had before. this time, it hints towards pure lust, desperate touches being nothing more than physical evidence of his hunger.

"just one more baby. can you do that for me?" he mumbles against my lips, our foreheads touching as he hovers above me, my head slowly nodding before i impatiently pull him back downwards, initiating the kiss this time as our lips reconnect once again, this time with more desire. he seems pleased by my sudden acceptance, enjoying the way i reciprocate his movements, craving nothing more than to see me begging for him, no longer looking for the innocence that had initiated whatever ungodly acts that are about to resume. his tongue delves into my mouth, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he becomes rougher by the second, not interested in wasting time as i had the first time. his hands find the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion, taking only a few seconds to admire my frame, instead rushing to kiss the soft skin of my neck, his impatience taking any ability to appreciate what is in front of him away, though i know that he silently always will, his actions evidence of his adoration no matter how impulsive they seem.

heavy sighs escape my lips as he continues to mark my neck, hands fumbling with his t-shirt, desperate to remove it. tom quickly catches onto my impatience, removing his lips briefly from my collarbone to discard the material. my eyes immediately lock onto the soft skin trailing from his upper shoulders, gaze ending on his lower stomach, each inch of skin being caressed by my soft touch hand, running carefully over each muscle, the pads of my fingertips making gentle contact with his front whilst we maintain eye contact, the silence only frustrating tom more.

"i need you so bad." he mutters, hands finding the waistband of my leggings, my hips shifting slightly to allow him to tug them down. the air between us is a barrier to him, separating him in every way possible despite its invisibility. i feel it, almost as much as i do his body against my own. i long to be closer to him, yet he is connected to me, our torsos pressed together with our legs intertwined. we are so close, aligned with each other both physically and mentally, but it isn't enough. my heart twists at the gut-wrenching realisation that this moment will not last forever, aching to be intimate with him for every remaining second of my life. and each kiss he plants on my lips i gladly reciprocate, sealing our love in the most pleasurable way possible.

though when his lips kiss just above my panties, i lose all sense of reasoning, all ability to think about anything beyond the feeling of his mouth working against my body. it is enough to send me into a trance, hypnotised by the possibility of being pleasured, using this reality to tune out any thought that doesn't centre around him. he is my oxygen, his touch my endless supply of, the way his hands run along my body casting every worry, every mere uncertainty, even my surroundings away, my mind solely focused on the pleasure he is giving me, every crevice of my body caressed by his wandering hands, until they reach my underwear, tugging them down at an agonisingly slow pace.

"please." it is my turn to beg this time, soon realising how completely irritating it is to be so close to the very thing you want, the feeling soon becoming nothing short of a need as i gaze desperately into his dark brown eyes, willing to plead until my throat turns raw if the reward is feeling him inside me.

"be patient, meine schatz." he briefly responds, joining our lips together whilst one hand reaches behind me to unclip my bra as it quickly falls to the floor along with the rest of our clothing.

i struggle to be as complacent as i had been, failing to hide my growing desire to have him inside me, pulling him downwards into me and clutching his upper back so tightly as if he can slip out of my grasp. this emotion is overwhelming, every inch of me fuelled with utter ecstasy, thoughts of heaven itself seeming pathetic compared to this.

becoming overly impatient, my hands scramble for his underwear, pulling it downwards whilst his lips are attached to my collarbone, leaving purple-ish marks. he quickly pulls away, staring tenderly into my eyes, his gaze carrying thousands of emotions despite the silence between us.

"are you ready?" he whispers, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear as he positions himself. "tell me if i hurt you, okay baby?"

i nod my head eagerly, knowing that any pain that would come from this would be insignificant in comparison to the pleasure. "i need words honey." he whispers, kissing my cheek repeatedly, finally satisfied when i utter a confident 'yes'. he pushes into me, a choked moan escaping from my parted lips, a slow groan coming from his as he begins to move. the euphoria coursing through every vein, every nerve within me is set alight the second he bottoms out.

it takes a few thrusts for him to create a steady rhythm, and even less for him to recognise the angle needed to drive me close to insane, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hits the place where i long for him most. small groans sound from the back of his throat, his heavy breath fanning over my neck with each thrust, head buried tightly into my neck. any chance to get closer to him, i feverishly take, wrapping my legs around his torso, allowing him to hit deeper spots nobody has ever felt before.

"oh fuck..." he mutters, speeding up as his hands find mine, interlocking instantly as he moves them above my head, our eyes catching each other's. the way he looks at me with such love, eyes capturing my own with such tenderness, such desire that it almost pushes me to my climax itself. it is this small act that brings along the realisation that i am hopelessly devoted to him, willing to put myself in almost any situation if it means that i am able to cherish moments like this with him, because without him i am an empty vessel. he fills me up in a way that has me begging for more, a moaning mess beneath him.

"please, don't stop!" i whine tiredly against his lips, feeling my release coming closer as my stomach tightens. desperate to reach it, i slowly begin to move against him, his hips stuttering against me in response, giving me the signal that he is close too.

"i know baby, i know." he recognises how bad i need it, speeding up in spite of his evident lethargy, his breath getting caught in his throat as he thrusts a few more times, throwing his head back and letting out a loud sigh, his release triggering my own. i swear i can see stars, my vision fading away, body so lost in intense pleasure that it is unable to focus on anything else but the steady movements of tom's hips as he rides out our highs.

breathlessly, he collapses on top of me, lazily stroking my hair as his lips are slightly parted, sweat glistening on his forehead whilst he attempts to regain his composure. this time i know he is finished, body tired and exhausted as it rests against my own, the room silent besides from our heavy and irregular breathing.

"thank you baby. always so good for me, love you." his voice is ragged, throat raw and tired, yet he exercises his limited energy to remind me of our love, his lips planting a slow kiss on my forehead.

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[c0rpseductor]

bitching and moaning post

i know the satanic panic was completely nuts and that nothing that was alleged in it actually happened in any way. i still hate seeing it mentioned so much bc so many people will bring up fucking false memory syndrome foundation talking points in response, like "they implanted false memories in kids to make them say this shit, remember that it's what happens to everyone who says they had a 'repressed memory' and that's always how they 'retrieve' these things in therapy, DID came out of the satanic panic and it's not a real diagnosis and the people who claim to suffer from it...uhhh idk made it up for attention and weren't really abused i guess!"

it's so fucking exhausting. i know i shouldnt have looked in the tags of that post and it's my own fault for upsetting myself. i just wish people wouldn't say shit like this. i hate feeling like nobody would believe me about what abuse i suffered in my family just because i had such difficulty with recall. like yes it is possible to forget parts of a trauma and still have it affect you that's why it's part of the diagnostic criteria for fucking ptsd. not everyone who claims to have forgotten something is making shit up or talking about like. remembering things bc of fucking hypnosis therapy. when i was in therapy most of what happened was me describing fucking actual abuse that was happening in my family right then and having nobody give a shit bc Kids Are Dramatic. nobody was trying to make me think i was abused because nobody listened to me about the abuse i was even able to articulate was happening.

and like. saying DID was fucking invented by the satanic panic isn't even fucking Accurate, but i'm just so exhausted of hearing it anyway. like ok so clearly the reason ive had all these symptoms since i was very young before i even understood DID was not "for television" (bc i legitimately thought it was like, a fictional parody of schizophrenia) is because um. ?????. yeah. no youre right when things happen to me i should definitely accept that i can't tell what they are and listen to the people who tell me that i'm stupid and nobody has ever abused me and that i can't ever trust anything i remember. you guys definitely have my best interests at heart. my dad was innocent! it was all a sexual fantasy just like freud said! nice men would never do those things! like. ugh. i just hate it i hate that i doubted myself all my life and felt so miserable going through abuse alone and being gaslit and people are STILL FUCKING DOING THE GASLIGHTING!!!!! bc they dont like. know what actually happened during the satanic panic and think loftus was right. everyone who was involved in the false memory syndrome foundation should be shot.

like. i dont want to question myself anymore. i dont want my first thought whenever i have flashbacks or get upset to be "i'm making this up. if i remember something bad it was imaginary, because nobody can forget and remember something bad. it must be satanic panic pseudoscience, somehow." why do some people think they're doing a service to survivors when they trot this shit out. idk.

i know it happened. long after i began remembering stuff my mom has alluded to my dad doing the exact same things to her, having the exact same attitudes and patterns and everything, and i think the only reason i remember anything more violent than she reports is because he understood i was forgetting things and could get away with doing stuff to me that he couldn't with somebody who would remember it. like, everything i remember is horrible, but it makes complete sense and is totally possible and doesn't contradict anything about like...my parents or my life before i began remembering or just basic things like "can someone physically do this." like my dad wasnt an evil cult wizard he was just a normal thug and rapist. idk. i just really did not need to expose myself to this stuff and it's my fault i did but. ughhh

[lastoneout]

@ashstrashbag You asked for it!! (Also again this is me being a huge hater bitch so feel free to ignore me, I'm not trying to say anyone is bad for enjoying the youtuber's content or trying to be a wet blanket or anything this is just me being me, okay? Okay.)

Okay, this literally doesn't matter at all but god I hate Mark Rober so much it's unreal. Like he always kinda rubbed me the wrong way?? But I didn't really Think(tm) about it until I was rewatching some of his glitter bomb videos and I was like, look this guy clearly could just solve his neighborhood's problem with package theft, right?? He makes all kinds of interesting and nearly impossible contraptions, it would be REALLY easy for him to just make a drop-box or something, or hell just make it so all of his packages need to be signed for, that isn't hard and would solve the problem.

But he doesn't, instead, he makes videos "catching" the thieves, posts them online, and then makes tons of money off of them. What???

And you'd think like, oh well they're stealing, they deserve it! But if you stop and think about poverty and crime and how it all ties together, you realize what's really going on is some fucking rich asshole who could easily solve the problem of people stealing his amazon packages is baiting poor people to commit easy crimes before turning them over to the cops and then making boatloads of money off of their reaction.

And he barely does anything to hide their identities in his videos?? He's posted footage taken from inside people's LIVINGROOMS, of their houses, their cars, they are Recognizable and he's putting that out there in front of MILLIONS of viewers. And we know how the cops are and what's on the line when someone gets arrested. That stuff can get you fired, get you taken away from your family and put in prison, risk your disability or food stamps, risk having your kids taken from your family, risk getting you KILLED or ASSAULTED by cops or other people in jail/prison. Some of the people in these videos are people of color, and almost all of them seem poor, being arrested can and probably will ruin them and their family's lives, and he doesn't care. He's legit ruining people's lives for clout and money.

People don't steal things for shits and giggles, people turn to crime because they are poor and desperate, and many of them probably think grabbing an amazon package off a rich person's porch is something that won't really negatively affect the rich person in question(I mean come on, amazon will give you your money back if you complain that your package was five seconds late, I doubt these people think these crimes will actually cause harm, and tbh they're right cuz this guy stuffs brand-new iphones and cameras in these packages, he has clearly has money to burn), but this guy, rather than just SOLVE THE PROBLEM or like, start a charity or something, spends tons of his time and money baiting poor people to commit crimes before turning them over to the cops and pasting their damn reactions all over youtube for his MILLIONS of subscribers to laugh at.

It seems harmless, but when you actually stop and think about it and think about the truth of crime and poverty you realize how fucking evil what he's doing actually is, and I truly hope he learns and stops.

Also, he did a huge charity event benefiting Autism Speaks which is fucked for five billion other reasons, and at the height of COVID he took a private trip to the Bahamas just bcs he could, which pisses me off specifically. Bro is so far up his own ass. I can't stand him.

I need you all to appreciate how hard I'm working rn to not be a massive bitch and go on a rant about a popular youtuber that I can't stand

[mrpenguinpants]

Okay so after pulling Childe (and getting him to almost lvl 90 the same day lmao but I ran out of exp books) I started thinking about Chaeya x reader and I have to share my brainrot with someone so here you go:

Childe suddenly shows up to Mondstadt one day, supposedly to check out the Windblume Festival, but it had already been over for a few days before he arrived

You walk in on him and Kaeya glaring daggers at each other in the middle of the street, Kaeya sending terse smiles and veiled threats while Childe is nearly vibrating with the effort to keep himself from stabbing Kaeya in broad daylight. Who cares if he's a captain of the Knights? This guy's pissing him off

When you make your presence known it's like a switch flipped inside the two of them and they both turn to you like "ah yes here is the love of my life :)"

"Childe? What are you doing here?"

"Aw, can't I come say hi to a friend?" He replies, flashing you a grin.

"In that case, you've said your hellos," Kaeya interjects. He drapes an arm across your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. "They'll be coming with me now."

"I'm not just here to say hello." Childe steps toward you, sending a cold smile in Kaeya's direction. "I'm here to spend the day with them. Now, if you'll excuse us…"

You sigh as you realize that you have to be the peacekeeper here otherwise who knows what these two will do to each other?

To stop them from fighting and to lighten the tension in the air, you jokingly say, "Alright you two, settle down. I have two hands."

Even though you clearly meant it as a joke the boys each immediately grab one of your hands and you end up sandwiched between them for the rest of the day while they engage in Friendly Banter™ but don't you worry it's totally lighthearted and doesn't really mean anything (:

You are exhausted from babysitting these two grown ass men at the end of the day

Fast forward a few weeks and Kaeya invites Childe to have a Civil Discussion about their mutual feelings towards you

Bc while Kaeya would be perfectly content (he tells himself) with burying his feelings and letting someone else sweep you off your feet if it means you get to be happy and safe

He absolutely cannot let you fall into the hands of the Fatui, especially not a Harbinger

He's already lost his family because of the Fatui, he's not going to lose you too

These two somehow manage to make it through their chat without stabbing each other, which is a miracle

They decide to confess to you together and let you decide who to keep

The day comes when they both planned to confess to you. They somehow both kept their promise of not confessing before the other person which is also quite the miracle (maybe they signed a contract with Zhongli as the mediator lmao)

Anyway, they take you out to the cliff next to Stone Gate bc no one ever goes up there lmao so they won't be interrupted

(Kaeya lets Childe go first bc he thinks he would be able to deliver a more romantic confession than this two brain cell Fatui Harbinger)

Idk how to break it to you Kaeya but your poetry sucks (jk jk pls still come home I need your constellations 🥺)

After hearing two heartfelt confessions from your two favorite people, you had to take a moment to process what just happened

They both like you??? Wtf???? And here you were losing sleep over how you'd handle your crush on both the Cavalry Captain and the Harbinger

So if course you suggest a poly relationship. After all, you had two hands ;)

The boys didn't quite know how to handle your response, but after explaining it to them they both agree to give it a shot

So that's how you managed to capture the heart of these two idiots

And with your help they eventually realized that, huh, maybe the other person isn't so bad. They're actually kinda hot, ngl 👀

From then on, all the evil in Teyvat knew to not mess with you if they valued their existence. Your boyfriends aren't known to show mercy against those who hurt their loved ones

Ahaha this was long but I hope you enjoyed it!! If I have more brainrot to share I shall return with a part 2

Being completely honest. I really like Childe + Kaeya. Zhongli + Childe is really nice and wholesome but no one really writes smug Zhongli (THE. LOST. FUCKING. POTENTIAL???) but I care about fake smug Childe being paired with actually smug bastard Kaeya. But then you throw a reader in and holy shit, have I mentioned how much I love poly relationships?? I'm so honoured you came to me of all people to brainrot;; I also love the idea of reader acting as a wingman for two separate characters.

Dude, I can literally astral project and see this in my mind. I fully commit to the idea that Childe is an overgrown child and Kaeya acts like one when he gets pissed lol. Yo, if they signed a contract with Zhongli I can feel evil dad Zhongli hovering behind them anytime they try to make a move. But I was also not a fan of Kaeya's poetry. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I hate big acts of affection. Or just any act of affection that oversteps above platonic cause I would not be writing poetry for my friends unless it was a joke. It makes my spine turn to liquid. I'm gonna be real, even tho I just said that, I'm super down to hold anyone's hand or link arms. I'm gonna use "I have two hands" one day.

I can totally see their relationship starting with I love this person and I want to fuck this other person. There is no in-between. Then it slowly develops and what are these feelings I'm having??

[mrthomasdoherty]

i hate romantic blam so much but for some reason, everyone else adores them and says stupid shit like "blam would be so much better than toxic klaine, their friendship was so strong and they always supported one another unlike klaine"

first off, i think that if people don't think klaine was supportive, they watched the wrong show.

second, do these idiots realize that if blam had actually happened, the writers would have ruined them the way that they "ruined" klaine?? like...are they really dense enough to not realize this?

kurt and blaine had a fairly innocent friendship in s2 and look how that turned out.

people act like crackships are better because since it never happened on the show, they can create their own version of what would happen with the pairing, so they can make their ship unproblematic and hold them to an impossible standard that canon ships would never reach.

but the truth is that given the opportunity, if blaine and sam had dated (which i am so thankful that they didn't) their relationship would have been "ruined" as well, because the glee writers are just that incompetent.

also, going based solely on canon and not meta-wise, kurt and blaine's issues are kurt and blaine's own individual issues. if blaine was dating sam, he'd still be "clingy" and "needy" and would still have issues with self-confidence and abandonment and would still be every part of himself that caused his issues with kurt.

that just doesn't change just bc he's dating someone different. so i imagine that a lot of the fights and problems would be the same tbh.

i forgot to add that the finale of glee just shows why blaine and sam would never work. blaine is a city boy. he belongs in NYC, that's where he thrives and that's where his dream is. sam, per his own words, needs to be out in the open space - he needs to be in lima, ohio. blaine offers sam a room in his apartment and sam actually declines it, because that's not where he belongs. it's not where he could ever be truly happy.

so if canon blaine and sam were ever to get together, their relationship would never last because no matter where they lived, one of them would be unhappy. i'm sorry to all you blam shippers but they are just fundamentally incompatible just like finn and rachel.

oh, and sam is straight. but apparently that's a controversial opinion now because if men are affectionate and open with other men then they must be gay or bi 🤪🤪

THAT LAST PART THO. I mean, I'm agreeing with everything you said, BUT THAT LAST PART IS A PET PEEVE. And not in the sense that no one should be shipping what they want, even if in canon the character is straight. But in the sense that preaching about men needing to be more open about affection, be less about toxic masculinity, and get in touch with their feminine side. And if a straight man (real or fiction) does show emotion with another guy - NOPE, CLEARLY GAY. CLEARLY NOT STRAIGHT! Hate. It. And hate them.

But yes, I've been around people who think bl/am had way more chemistry than klaine did. Some even saying that they used to ship klaine until they saw the chemistry between Blaine and Sam and it just changed their mind. And then proceed to indicate that Blaine Anderson through writing is this nerdy, subservient guy who manages to fall into helpless situations where he needed constant saving because "his poor feelings" 24/7. Couldn't stand up for himself once. Couldn't think for himself. But OH, THE BEST THEY WRITER FOR BLAINE WOW. Like get fucked you pretentious, dim witted dumbasses. Thanks for weakening Blaine's character I guess. uwu bl/am 5ever because Blaine's attraction to Sam's lips is better than anything klaine had uwu. And Sam is superior because he never was biphobic uwu (because we ignore Sam being racist, noooo Sam is just hilarious and a dork, never did anything wrong. Oh also underage stripping is fine because it's hot as that's all Sam is reduced to I guess. Oh and abandoning your family to help a glee club isn't thoughtless - no no, Sam NEVER made dumb decisions, he's perfect for Blaine because impressions!!!). Give me a break.

Not every shipper is as awful, that much is obvious because every ship (being for it or against it) is going to have level headed shippers who can logically enjoy a ship without hating on the other canon love interest. But god, almost everyone I've been around who thinks it's necessary to hate on Kurt just to say their ship is more superior with "chemistry wins" logic pisses me off and we don't affiliate with those people anymore (thank god because you lose sanity around people like this). Wishing harm (sometimes death) on another character to upraise your ship isn't you being hilarious and quirky. It's just you being total assholes. And that goes for everyone.

[batboys-cumdumpster]

I'm just gunna get my reply out there and we can be done bc all your post did was make me hate Nesta even more.

First off, the other problem with you Nesta stans is that you blame Feysand/IC when it isn’t their fault. It is NOT Feyre’s fault Elain and Nesta got turned, it was Tamlin and Ianthe’s fault. Rhysand was ONLY ever “rude” to Nesta when she was making Feyre feel like shit. Nesta does not deserve kindness from people who see through her shit, especially when she’s abusing someone who doesn’t deserve her vile behavior.

Nesta went after Feyre because their only source of income left. And why was Nesta okay with Feyre going back to Tamlin? Because they were rich again and weren’t dependent on Feyre and Nesta hated Feyre for being the one to save them and care for them. Obviously Nesta isn’t going to want Feyre around.

No one wanted to help Nesta because when they showed her kindness she would lash out at them, on purpose, and so they stopped. Even in the book she lashes out at Elain for trying to show kindness and she feels triumphant over it. She tells everyone to leave her alone and she hurts them when they don’t, so they left her alone. What else are they supposed to do? It isn’t their responsibility to help her. Nesta is responsible for her own feelings, she is responsible for her own mental health, and it is NOT the responsibility of Feysand/IC or even her mate to “make her better”. They are NOT obligated to “be there for her” when all she does in the entire series is abuse them and hurt them. 

To say that Nesta didn’t abuse anyone beyond acotar is laughable when the biggest abuse she did was lash out at Feyre and tell her she was going to die giving birth just to hurt her. Nesta happily kept that secret from Feyre and was saving it as ammo to hurt her. 

Mor and Amren and the IC are just giving Nesta back the energy she gives them and honestly? Don’t blame them for it. Like I said, Nesta is responsible for her own health, her own emotions, and how she reacts to things. She knowingly abused and lashed out at others. I do not feel sorry for her when people say she belongs in an environment filled with people who act just like she does.

Feyre is also known to be too forgiving. I do not care if Feyre wants Nesta in her life; it’s just out of obligation because she is her sister. Feyre even admits she has a closer relationship with Mor than she does with Nesta, further proving that Feyre only has Nesta around out of obligation. It isn’t fair to put Nesta’s wellbeing in the hands of anyone else except herself.

I also don’t give a shit that Nesta isn’t aware of how badly her abuse affects others. She should know since she herself was abused.

Rhys shouldn’t have lied  but I do not blame him for not telling her. Are you not aware how stress can damage a pregnancy, especially one that is already so dangerous? SJM wrote this on purpose; she had a bad pregnancy and wish she didn’t know, and that’s why she wrote Rhys not telling Feyre. SJM did not write this as him being shitty, he was trying to protect Feyre. He was trying to exhaust all his options before telling her. He at least would have had love and care in the way he told her instead of the abuse of Nesta.

Nesta saving Feyre and Nyx (and Rhys by proxy) will only ever mean nothing to me. Sorry. It’s the bare minimum and I would only accept it as a viable action if Nesta had died in the process. 

This entire post just made me more firm in my hatred for Nesta. She doesn’t deserve forgiveness, she isn’t entitled to kindness, and I wish Feyre had just thrown her out. I’m not gunna be nice about it.

Also lmao “people aren’t supposed to hate Nesta” but y’all will rag on Feysand/IC when SJM loves them and has clearly written them to be the heroes. SJM knows Nesta is a nasty abusive bitch bc she also said in interviews "she does and says all the horrible terrible things I wish I could to do other people". SJM self inserting on an abuser doesn't make the character good.

One last thing, no way Nesta went 19 years not knowing Feyre couldn't read. Just bc sjm retconned it in acosf doesn't mean it wasn't a real part of the story.

I am looking for an open discussion.

I am the worlds #1 Nesta anti, but I want to try to understand where Nesta stans are coming from. So, Nesta lovers, please comment, rb, or dm me why you love Nesta with as much detail as possible. Try to get me to see your side, because all I see is an abuser using her mental health as an excuse for the way she treats people.