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well đ§ââď¸ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.
#if youre feeling upset or disillusioned i am right there with you#but now more than ever#i want to remind you of the importance of community#check in on your friends#advocate for your friends#protect your friends#protect your community and who you love and care about#and we will get through this#my dms and inbox are always open#even if you just want to vent#im also so sad right now but we have to be strong and stick together right now#(also if youre not american pls understand this affects us all and to not invalidate the feelings of americans)
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did you know jackalopes are my favorite cryptid
#illustration#jackalope#jackalopes#digital illustration#original illustration#orignal art#art#cryptid#cryptid art#american cryptids#i have mirrored jackalope tattoos on my collar bones!!#i love jackalopes!!!#if you guys wanna see the jackalope tattoos lemme know id be happy to share!!#non fandom art#non fandom#peachmoths art tag#hidden veil
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people are saying that the assassination of the united healthcare ceo changes nothing.
blue cross blue shield almost immediately rolled back their new "if surgery goes too long you have to pay for anesthesia out of pocket" policy in the wake of his death. that's DEFINITELY a change, and a great one at that.
direct action does work, actually. may i recommend killing a few more ceos while we're here? really strike fear into their hearts and maybe we'll get even better policy changes, i believe in us.
#turns out you CAN solve healthcare with unregulated firearms#anyway FINALLY a classic american assassination it has been TOO LONG since we had one#shout out to the shooter i love them#united healthcare#thoughts and prayers are out of network
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to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3
#evan peters#american horror story#tate langdon#evan peters x reader#ahs#kai anderson#ahs fandom#kit walker#ahs murder house#evan peters imagine#evan peters icons#ahs cult#kyle spencer#evan peters hot#evan peters ahs#evan thomas peters#i love evan peters#evan peters gifs#evan peters fandom#kyle spencer x you#kyle spencer fluff#james patrick march#peter maximoff#evan peters smut#kai anderson x reader#tate langdon x reader#ahs coven#evan peters fanfic#ahs asylum#peter maximoff x reader
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CHARACTERS WHO ARE LIES. CHARACTERS WHO CAN'T BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN LIES. CHARACTERS WHO DO NOT HAVE A TRUTH WITHIN THEMSELVES SO THEY HOLD A MIRROR TO THE WORLD. BUT ALSO: CHARACTERS WHO ARE LIES WHO FALL IN LOVE WITH OTHER LIES. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU HOLD UP A MIRROR TO ANOTHER MIRROR
#HAVING A MOMENT. I FUCKING LOVE YOU SPY CHARACTERS.#shows#the americans#the americans s1#the americans 1x01#elizabeth jennings#phillip jennings#text#tais toi lys#lys lb: the americans#*
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Some "Special" Girls! And the late girls.
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#you don't even know how long I've held onto the Zoe one I made her with the quickness#I still haven't seen the Shanghai or New York Special I went in mostly blind on their looks#all the 'Specials' girls did get a redesign from me so the version where their mimicking their render pose is the redesign#though I kept Jess's hair wraps even though I don't love them#I know Native American people DO wrap their hair sometimes but I think it was to cop-out of animating her braids#my art#fashion#ml paris special#emonette#jess#aeon#new york special#fei#shanghai special#socqueline#zoe#socqueline wang#zoe lee#marinette#marinette dupain-cheng#ml art#miraculous ladybug
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I make posts for hypersexual trans guys who never had a fear of sex but a fascination with it. who had their sex awakening so intensely and so early that the gender awakening had to play catch up.
who were undeniably and rabidly attracted to men but completely bugged out when men reciprocated and couldnt comprehend why. because the answer definitely wasnt lesbianism.
dudes who have such an intense dysphoria and hate themselves, but not in the way that they need to be used like a fucktoy with no worth, in the way that they want to shove their cock in something but cant. Dudes that want to be seen like a god when they fuck and agonize when they cant get that.
#proudly never been scared of sex#lesbian masterdoc had me thinking it was comphet no i needed to stick my dick in them#sighs#thinking of an old coworker i had years ago who was russian and i was like fresh 18#we even went on a semi date but after i let it get awkward#like genuinely i hated myself so much if i loved myself n my body more i wouldve swung it#boyposting#like nooo i dont wanna be a sub girl to u i want to rail you sooo bad#ftm nsft#like dudes who were into american psycho and correctly think they can top patrick bateman w their covk#and hed take it too
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heartbreak weather!
#niko sasaki#dead boy detectives#dc#rex doodle#Ask not what you can do for the dandelion sprites stuck in your head as what your dandelion sprites can do for you#(Rex please this is funny I promise. The people need American history jokes please) - tags from my irl friend#anyway shoutout to ME for diverting expectations and linking a boy band pop song to this post instead my usual unusual bs haha#this is a few months old at this point but i still love it#the sandman#(technically)!
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Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?
#ive been super curious about this because people seem to have really strong opinions on the queue! so many people seem to HATE it#but i love using the queue! i dont really know exactly why i like it so much- i started using in like... 2016 and its a fundamental part of#my tumblr experience now. i think i started off just using it for offline hours so id hit most my american mutuals (/ for aes posts)#but these days basically everything goes in my queue (cept time sensitive things & like. current hype and original posts-#anything 'normal' posting is in the queue)#idk it feels. nice to me! i like to spread out my posting and not rb 30 things in half an hour and then disappear for the rest of the day#esp since my spaces are so circular- the same post runs on my dash a dozen times minimum. and i get to put it on ur dash a week late!!!#and its so nice to have small interactions with mutuals in incompatible timezones; to open up my notifications in the morning#and go: oh! my friends were here <3#its such a Part of the tumblr experience for me i dont think i could ever truly change now. maybe switch to timed queueing#but my availability changes so much i prefer to just. know i guess#but (i am so sorry for all that) im curious about how other people feel!!!!!! itd be so interesting to hear abt why people do/do not like i#i know some people like the experience of spamming and going. some people think it makes this seem to much like influencing or whatever#everyone has their reasons and i want to know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#nyxtalks#poll#queue#no see answers option because you must fall into one of these
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Hey.
If youâre trans, an immigrant, or anywhere on Trumpâs list of targets, I need you you to know something.
Youâre amazing. Your life contributes endless value merely by your existence. I wish I could meet you and hug you (with your consent) and tell you that you are loved, but Iâll have to do it here instead.
You are loved. You are beautiful. You are valued. No matter what they do, they cannot take that from you, because I will always feel that way about you and they cannot take it from me.
Please know, there will always be people on your side. Even if you canât always see us, we are there.
Survive. Love yourself. Celebrate the small things.
And rememberâfascism isnât stable. MAGA worldviews are corrosive and selfish, more than comfortable stabbing each other in the back when things arenât going their way.
They wouldnât need to control us if they thought things would go their way naturally.
All empires fall. And from the ruins we will build something better.
You just gotta make it there.
[PS reblog if you agree and think marginalized people should know they are loved and valued]
#hope is hard#hope for the future#hopepunk#be kind#trans women are women#i love trans people#trans men are men#everyone is valid#immigrants#disabled#empires#anti trump#antifascism#i love you#nonbinary people are valid#bipoc#jewish solidarity#life liberty and the pursuit of happiness#i love my community#anti maga#sending hugs#sending love#minorities#native americans#you deserve better#you deserve love#choose life#Jewish#signal boost#please boost
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Thinking about better call saul if the action took place in france just because I wanted to see them in cunty robes lmao. More thoughts under the cut!
Obviously the action and the whole premise of bcs/brba wouldn't work in france (legal system aside, the whole cartel and walter white storyline would have to suffer major changes due to social security and the mexican cartel well. not existing here stricto sensu). But let's talk about the real Important Stuff : their names
I think Howard Hamlin would work well as Edouard Hamelin. He looses the cool HH initials yes, but it works really well as a genuine french name imo, and Howard/Edouard are pretty close phonetically
Chuck could still be called Charles without any realism issue, but he'd be nicknamed Charlie rather than Chuck because that's what a french person would go for... nicknames don't work the same, yeah
Kimberly Wexler and James McGill, I have no idea lmao. James when translated becomes Jacques, but it's such a boomerish uncool name that I cannot resolve myself to call my boy like that. It's also one generation too old. Jimmy being born in '60 could technically be called Jacques, but it'd be old-fashioned, as it's a name mostly given to the kids of the decade that came before him. McGill is an irish name, so something funny could be making Jimmy a breton with a funky last name like Gall/LeGall ? That's hilarious to me. But who knows.
Saul Goodman is a pun, so this is even harder for me to conceptualize. Saul's marketing would definitely not work in france at all, as no one would realistically hire a lawyer with a puny name and such chaotic displays (+ I think ads for legal dĂŠmarchage are illegal mind you). However, let's have a crack at it. It would have to be a pun based off an expression similar to "it's all good man", or implying something positive and familiar... I need to think on that one.
#saul goodman#jimmy mcgill#howard hamlin#kim wexler#better call saul#bcs#breaking bad#brba#french au#my art#fanart#please help if you wanna participate to their naming...... im struggling as you can see#what i love about bcs is how deeply american it is but im just imagining this for fun lol. and also for the outfits#cause come on. any profession immediately becomes better with a Special Outfit involved#i should write about the robes too.... i have headcanons about the cast....#so much to say!!!!
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i drew my favorite stardew valley mean girl âĽ
#stardew valley#stardew valley haley#stardew haley#haley stardew valley#sdv haley#haley sdv#haley sv#sv haley#my art#no surprise i love both shane AND haley.#im an equal opportunist masochistic bisexual#its about time i drew my other wife again đ¤¤đ#if you noticed that my haley seems to have asian features...well thats because i hc her and emily being asian americans! heehee#hence her pudding hair đŽ#i wonder if some of you will notice another subtle detail i added about her#anyway im satisfied so gn
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i'm soooo glad you're back!!! love your writting so much, was thinking about some ghostfaceÂĄ tate or shit yk...like everyone who flirts with reader end murdered
iâm sorry this took me so long to do đ but i sorta did my own twist on this request, hope you donât mind⌠i love it⌠anyway⌠:)
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Lovefool
Tate Langdon x f!reader
warnings: murder, smut, stalking, obsession, very toxic, manipulation, very minor talk of drug use⌠virgins, yeah idk what else itâs just stalker tate being crazy for you
summary: tateâs loved you since the first moment you met, and he would do anything to be with you⌠anythingâŚ
word count: 4.4
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2011
You stare at the boy in front of you, a mix of emotions stirring inside you. Heâs your age still, you arenât too surprised at that. Youâre more surprised at the fact that heâs in front of you. Itâs been so long since the last time you saw him. You remember the pain, the pure fear that paralyzed your body the last time the two of you had an encounter. It still makes you uneasy.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask, your voice weak.
He shrugs. âItâs Halloween.â
âThereâs been plenty of Halloweens Tate and this is the first time Iâve seen you here. What do you want?â You reply in a harsher tone than.
Tate shrugs again and starts to play with the sleeves of his sweater. You canât believe this is real. You want to close your eyes and pretend this is all a sick dream, though you havenât slept in years. After a few seconds, you cross your arms over your chest and take a deep breath. This isnât going to be easy.
âTate the fact you even have the balls to try to find me is crazy, what happened? Did you suddenly feel some sense of guilt? Are you finally sorry for what you did to me? I donât even care if you are sorry, I donât care about anything except the one question Iâve wondered since the night it happened,â you say.
âWhat question?â He responds.
âWhy?â Your eyes start to burn. âWhy did you kill me?â
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1993
Tate had never seen any girl as beautiful as you. Never. Not in a movie, not in a magazine, nothing. From the first time he saw you in kindergarten, he knew there was something special about you. Of course, he didnât know it would grow into what it did until middle school when his hormones took over. His feelings for you quickly transitioned from a pure crush to a sick obsession. And the best and worst part of it all was that you had no idea.
You never really spoke to him. He was out of your league. You were popular, but not braindead popular like the people you surrounded yourself with. Tate had seen you in some of your classes. You were smart, you got the best grades in those classes. You had plans for yourself after high school, unlike your friends. That knowledge only made him admire you more.
The problems began when you started going out with one of the popular boys in your group, David. He was awful for you; Tate didnât understand why you chose to have such a relationship with someone like that. Heâd watch how David would wrap his arms around you in the hallways, leave small kisses on your cheeks, and whisper words in your ears that made your face turn bright red. It made him furious.
What did David have that he didnât? Why was he so special? Tate knew he could give you more than David ever could. So, why were you with him?
Tate quickly became blinded by rage and jealousy.
At night heâd lie awake, the knowledge that you mightâve been out there opening your legs for another boy making him sick. Thatâs when the fantasies began. He imagined killing David. How would he do it? Where? In what way would leave the least amount of blood on his clothes? The image of his mutilated body consumed Tateâs thoughts. He liked it.
It was around that time that he had found the mask.
It was a strange mask he found in the basement. It had a long white face with black holes for the eyes and a long mouth. He wondered which resident of his house had left it there for him. He didnât know, and frankly, he didnât care. All he knew from the second his eyes fell upon that mask was that bad things were going to happen.
He started going out at night and driving by Davidâs house. The mask he wore gave him a sense of power he never knew he could feel. At first, it was innocent. Heâd simply drive down the other boy's road and look through his window for a few minutes before leaving. But all it took was one second of seeing you inside to blow the whole thing up. He was livid, seeing red. He decided he needed to bring his fantasies to life and get rid of David for good.
Halloween was when the opportunity to kill David became undeniable. By that point, Tate had been stalking the two of you for a month so he knew the basics. Which room was Davids, how to get into his house, and where his parents were most likely going to be. He had it all planned out. So, on Halloween night he put on the mask along with black robes that covered his entire body and ventured to the other boy's house, ready to kill.
He brought a knife, and when the time was just right, he snuck in through one of Davidâs open windows and started his game. He crept through the empty house, not making a sound. Getting to Davidâs room only took him a few minutes and what he heard from outside the door made him not regret his choice at all.
âYeah, I know, listen sheâs so close to finally giving it up to me and thatâs what Iâve been working for this whole time. Once it happens, Iâll dump her, easy,â David spoke into his phone. His voice was cocky. It made Tate clench his jaw in frustration.
âBecause dude, do you know how many girls from school Iâve already got under my belt? Y/N is just gonna be a name on my list. Yeah, whatever, I gotta go anyway I need to shower for the party, maybe Iâll get lucky, and sheâll drink too much. Okay bye.â
Before David could even get up from his chair, Tate kicked the door down and stormed in, too overpowered by his rage to think about anything but slitting the other boy's throat. He pounced on him, stabbing the knife into any part of his body he could reach. David screamed, but Tate quickly silenced him by shoving the knife down his throat. He felt empowered, he felt thrilled at the sight of his dead peer. It was amazing.
Tate didnât waste much time gawking over his achievement, however. Once he was sure David was dead, he quickly pulled the knife out of the boy and fled out the window and back to his car. As he drove through the small neighborhoods of your guys' town, he wondered how big the news would be. Would you cry? He hoped you wouldnât. Not over that asshole. You would move on, and Tate would wait however long it took.
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The news of Davidâs death spread faster than wildfire and consumed Westfield Highâs drama for weeks. Out of all the kids in the school, you took his death hardest. Seeing you so depressed almost made Tate regret his actions. He couldnât bear seeing you tear up in class or show up to school two periods late. You werenât like that.
However, as the days turned into weeks, you started to appear healthier and happier, and soon enough you were back to your normal self. Tate was glad, you were always so much prettier when you paid attention in class. He decided it was time for the second part of his plan to finally act. Though he was incredibly nervous, he knew it was then or never. He couldnât risk you getting a new boyfriend that heâd have to kill again.
So, one day, he followed you into the library when the two of you coincidently had a study hall during the same period. His heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his ears. There you were. sitting at one of the tables alone studying, and he was going to speak to you. Heâd thought up conversation starters all morning along with taking a few extra hits off his bong to help with the anxiety.
He shook the nervous thoughts from his head and grabbed his notebook from his backpack before walking in your direction. Your head was down, your hand moved aggressively across the paper as you wrote your notes. Tate stood at the other side of the table for a few seconds simply admiring you. His hands were shaky, his breathing uneasy. God, you made him lose his composure by existing. It was excruciating.
After he was done staring, he spoke, his voice quiet. âHey y/n, do you mind maybe helping me with some of that psych homework?â
Your head shot up, your eyes instantly meeting his. He swore he couldnât breathe. You, y/n, were looking at him on purpose. At that moment he didnât care about what you were going to say, he didnât care if you completely rejected him. All he cared about was how good it felt to have your eyes on him. Such innocent, loving eyes.
âOh, yeah of course Tate thatâs actually what Iâm working on right now. Just sit, we can do it together. Unless youâre like super behind,â you answered.
âAre- Are you sure?â He couldnât help the uncertainty. Did you really say yes to him?
âYeah... should I not be?â You replied with a smile.
âNo- sorry.â He sat down across from you. He could smell your perfume; heâd never been this close to you. âI just wasnât sure if you even knew who I was.â
You chuckled. âHow could I not know who you are? Weâve literally been in the same school system together since kindergarten.â
âI donât know. Youâre you know popular and stuff,â he said as he opened his notebook.
âNot really, besides even if I was that wouldnât automatically make me forget anyone. But anyway, you can use my notes in a second, Iâm almost done with the page,â you responded. You looked back down at your work and started writing again.
Tate nodded despite you not paying attention and watched as you wrote. He felt like that whole conversation was another one of his daydreams about you. Was he really sitting across from you? Or was it another mid-class nap? He cracked his knuckles to make sure he wasnât dreaming and thankfully, he wasnât. It was all real life.
âSorry if this comes out as creepy, but I feel like I havenât seen you around in a while. I mean, when was the last time we even spoke?â You suddenly spoke, your eyes back on his.
âI guess you werenât looking hard enough to see me,â he said with a shrug. All his confidence was a facade because on the inside he was losing his mind.
He noticed the way your cheeks slightly turned pink before you replied. âYeah, I guess I wasnât. But I should have been.â
He knew deep down you were going to be his for so long, but at that point, he knew he had already achieved his goal. You were his.
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âWhat is this place?â You asked as you clutched your cardigan around your body.
Tate smiled and grabbed both of your hands in his. âI told you itâs a surprise. Patience is a virtue.â
âI have patience, but I also have a lower body temperature than usual and itâs bothering me so I would really appreciate it if youâd just take me to the surprise already,â you said, a small smile forming on your lips.
âItâs seventy degrees.â
âYeah, but itâs also windy at the beach and itâs probably colder than seventy because of the oceanâs temperature.â
Tate sighed and leaned his head down to press a small kiss on your lips, a feeling he still hadnât gotten over. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
âTerrible, naughty things I hope,â you replied, kissing him again. âBut please lead me to your special surprise beach spot.â
Though he wanted to stand there and kiss you all night, Tate obeyed your request and began to lead you further down the beach. It had been a few months since the two of you started talking, and to say it progressed would be an understatement. Tate had truly underestimated how easy it would be to capture your attention. All you wanted was a sweet, caring, genuine boy and he could be all those things easily.
So, after a month of being friends, he asked you out and you said yes. The relationship grew deeper with each day, and it didnât disappoint him one bit. He loved everything about you. The way youâd lie on your bed with him and talk for hours, the way youâd make your relationship with him public by holding his hand in the halls, and most importantly the way you never expected or wanted him to change to fit in with your friends. You liked him for who he was, and it melted his heart.
It was your three-month anniversary, and Tate wanted to make it special. Even though he knew before the two of you got together that you were a virgin, he didnât know to what extent you were. He quickly became aware you had done most things already, just not full sex. At first, he was annoyed at the fact that you werenât completely his because he had never done anything with a girl before you. But after the first night, you went down on him, he wasnât that upset anymore.
On this night he planned to take the next step with you. He had it all set up. The blankets, the lights, all of it. As the sight of his setup came into view, he watched your face light up. You squeezed his hand and grinned up at him.
âIs this really for me?â You asked.
âYeah, do you like it?â He replied.
You nodded and sped up to reach it, dragging him with you. Once you made it you dropped down to sit on the blanket, urging Tate to do the same. âThis is so cool. Youâre the first boy to ever do something like this for me. I love it.â
âIâm glad, I know how you like sentimental things,â he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. âAnd Iâve been wanting to show you this spot for a while. I used to come here a lot as a kid and watch the waves with my dad... before he left. I wanted to make it special with you because youâre not like my dad. Right?â
âNo, Iâm not. I wonât ever do anything to hurt you like that. I lo- I like you Tate, a lot.â
Tate only stared into your eyes, his heart beating faster than it ever had in his life. You almost said you loved him. He knew then that night was going to be the night you finally gave yourself to him. Something in your eyes made him certain. Your eyes were dark. You stared up at him as if he were the only boy in the world. There was a feeling in the air, one of lust and fear.
âIâll never want to hurt you either,â he mumbled after a few seconds. âI doubt I ever could.â
You gave him a small smile and placed one of your hands on his cheek. You caressed the skin with your thumb as you slowly started to lean your face toward his. He accepted your lips on him, kissing back instantly. It was the moment heâd been working up to for years. He was finally going to lose his virginity to you, and you to him. Nothing would ever compare.
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The sound of Nirvana mixed with skin slapping filled Tateâs room. He couldnât help the moan that left his lips when he looked down at you. Your back was arched so perfectly, your waist looked impossibly small, and your ass looked incredibly big. The side of your face was smushed against one of Tateâs pillows. You were so red, so loud you had to bite your hand to spare the whole house from hearing. Tate took in a deep breath and slapped your ass, his thrusts not faltering for even a second.
âFuck baby, you look so pretty right now. You take me so well,â he whispered. He wrapped some of your hair around his hand and yanked you up, making you practically scream. âYeah, you like that. You like being manhandled y/n?â
You let out another moan but didnât reply. Tate slapped your ass again and threw you back down to the mattress. He leaned over you, your sweaty body feeling perfect against his. He was close to finishing. Heâd already made you cum a few times that day, so he wasnât too concerned about where you were. All he was concerned about was getting closer to you before he came.
âI love controlling you, youâre so helpless. Fuck Iâm so close,â he mumbled in your ear. âYouâre mine, all fucking mine forever. Iâll kill anyone who even tries to take you away from me.â
You made a noise and Tate couldnât hold back any longer. He came inside you, his cock pulsing heavily. You groaned; his cock was hitting your cervix too hard it hurt. He waited a minute or so before finally pulling out and moving to the spot next to you on the bed. Heâd never felt anything as amazing as having sex with you. He was breathless.
He was so caught up in his thoughts about what just happened that he didnât notice your sad expression. When he eventually looked at you, he saw your frown. Immediately he turned to his side and faced you, reaching out one of his hands to brush a few of your hairs behind your ear.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â He asked.
âNothing,â you replied.
âIt doesnât look like nothing you look sad; you can tell me whatever it is.â
You sighed and turned your head to meet his gaze. âWhy do you like hurting me? Like during sex and stuff. Youâre always so rough and I donât know youâre really mean and sometimes the stuff you say is⌠scary.â
âHow is it scary?â He laughed.
âYou said youâd kill anyone who would try to take me away from you,â you said.
âYeah, I would. I swear Iâve said this shit to you before. I would do anything for you, or to keep you,â he responded.
âDonât joke about that Tate, you know Iâm scared of killers because of what happened.â
âOh, so this is about David? Why are you even thinking about him y/n heâs been dead for months. Do you miss him, or something is that it?â He questioned; his tone harsher than before.
You scoffed and sat up. âYouâre seriously making this about me missing David?â
âWell, is that what this is about?â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you muttered before you stood up and started to get dressed.
âOh, my fucking God y/n Iâm sorry for whatever I said wrong while we were fucking. Can we just move on already? I donât see what the big deal is,â he snapped.
âNo, we canât just move on. You scare me sometimes Tate like genuinely. I know you mean it all in a sweet way but itâs weird. I love you but you donât hear me saying Iâd kill people if they talked to you or looked at you a certain way. Thatâs not normal.â
Tate sat up. âI wish you would say those things. I wish you loved me as much as I love you. Iâd do anything you ask; I would shoot up the fucking school if you wanted me to.â
You looked at him, he could see the terror and fear in your eyes. âAre you serious?â
âOf course, I am. I donât get why youâre acting so scared. Iâd never hurt you I donât even think I could if I wanted to, you mean more to me than any person alive or dead,â he answered.
âYouâre sick,â you mumbled. You grabbed your bag and walked to the door. âI think we need some time apart; you arenât sane.â
His heart practically stopped. âWhat?â
âWe need to stop seeing each other for a little while, I canât take this insane shit Tate. Iâm sorry. You know I love you, but I need you to get some help before I can be with you.â
Before Tate could reply, you left. All he could do was stare at the door, a million thoughts roaming his head. Did you really just break up with him? Was that it? Did you just throw away everything the two of you had because you felt his love was too strong? It didnât feel real.
As the night progressed, he tried to call you, dozens of times. But each call was either declined or rang out. His anxiety grew with each ring of the phone. Why werenât you replying? Who were you seeing? Did he really mean so little to you that you could leave so easily? His mind spun with scenarios, each one worse than the last. By the end of the night, he had convinced himself you were cheating on him, and the following days only worsened his state of madness.
You ignored him completely in school. Every time he tried to talk to you, you either turned away or walked away completely. It hurt him terribly. He couldnât understand what had changed so fast. He chased you around the halls for days, trying his hardest to get your attention. But it never worked. And so, his love for you began to fade into an awful rage.
He couldnât let you just walk away from everything the two of you shared. You were his. Only his. He couldnât let you leave him, not like his dad. He hadnât spent his entire life chasing you just to end up losing you. No. So, he began to formulate a plan. Heâd leave you alone for a few days then calmly ask you to meet him at the beach, in the special spot he once made for you.
He wasnât surprised that his plan worked. You were predictable.
When the night came, he made sure he was prepared. He snorted a line, packed his bag full of your favorite things, and set off. As he walked down the beach, he made sure the knife he hid was secure in his pocket. It was smaller than the one heâd used on David, but it would do the job just as efficiently.
You arrived a few minutes after him, a sad expression on your pretty face. He fought the urge to run to you with open arms.
âThank you for coming,â he said. Only a few feet separated your bodies, he wished he could close it. But he needed to be patient.
You took a deep breath, you looked nervous. âYeah, look Tate I... Iâve thought about it and I... I really think we should stop seeing each other for some time.â
âWhy Y/N? I love you, so fucking much. Iâm sorry for what I said, I can change, I wonât say shit like that ever again. Iâll be gentle, I swear. Just give me the chance I can be whatever you need me to be,â he replied desperately. He opened his bag and pulled out your favorite candy. âI love you; I really do. Please give me another chance.â
He watched your eyes fill with tears. You wanted to give in, he could see it in your eyes. But you only shook your head and wiped a fallen tear from your cheek.
âNo. Iâm sorry. Tate, you arenât gentle, thatâs not who you are. And I donât want you to pretend to be someone you arenât.â
Tate swallowed hard. âYou promised me youâd never leave me; you said you were nothing like my dad. Was it all a lie?â
âOf course not!â You exclaimed and took a step closer to him. âI love you; I really do. Thatâs why this is so hard.â
âIf you love me, why canât we work this out? Donât lie to me Y/N.â
He couldnât stop his eyes from watering, nor could he stop his lips from quivering. He dug the bouquet of your favorite flowers out from his bag and held them out to you.
âPlease,â he mumbled. âI need you.â
You caved. You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight. He could feel your muffled cries on his chest, it pained him. You were a sensitive sweet girl; it was both your blessing and curse.
âMaybe in a few months, we can try again, I donât know.â You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. âWe just canât be together right now. And I mean weâre going to graduate soon, and I might go to a college far away, how would that even work? But I donât want to hurt you.â
âItâs too late for that Y/N, youâve already hurt me.â He dropped what he was holding and dug one of his hands into his pocket. He touched your face with his other hand, your tears covering his palm. âYouâve planned on leaving me this whole time. I wanted to give it another try youâve made up your mind. I guess it just comes down to one thing.â
âWhat?â You asked.
âIf I canât have you, no one can,â he whispered before he pulled out the knife and plunged it into the side of your neck.
~~~
2011
âI killed you because I loved you,â he answers. âBecause you were going to leave me and find someone else.â
All you can do is stare at him in silence. You think back to everything that happened. How could you have been so blind? It couldnât have been your fault though. He wouldâve killed you anyway. You think back to all the times Tate made you uneasy, all the times he would say things that creeped you out. Deep down you mustâve known thatâs who he is. Maybe you knew all along.
Maybe you loved him because of his darkness.
You exhale a long breath. âWe donât have that long till midnight.â
âSo?â
You shrug. âWanna hook up?â
#fanfiction#evan peters#evan peters smut#tate langdon#evan peters x reader#kai anderson#smut#james march x reader#jimmy darling#kit walker#evan peters characters#tate pov mostly#tate langdon x you#tate langdon smut#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon fanfic#ahs smut#american horror murder house#american horror story#smut requests#i love smut#evan peters fanfic#tate langdon x y/n#kit walker x you#kit walker smut#kyle spencer smut#james patrick march#evan peters imagine#kit walker x reader#i love this so much
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i cannot physically stop thinking abt american transfer student! reader x bkg
like iâm american and compared to japanese culture americans are so fucking messy đ that being said if you went to public school (and wasnât apart of the âpopularâ group) youâve witnessed crazy shit-ESPECIALLY in the south like these schools are not for the weak
you never back down from his insults or threats, bc youâve dealt with dickheads like him all the time in america! public school was insane so this doesnât phase you at all. when he notices that you donât even flinch at his crazy antics he feelsâŚdifferent. especially when you insult him right back like itâs nothing. you always have a come back for him and you have physically fought him (and won) on multiple occasions. it makes him start to admire and respect you (and obviously fall in loooooove)
he slowly drifts closer to you, mentally and physically. i am a stern believer in physical touch bkg like fucking fight me. he would want to always be near you so that yall will accidentally brush hands or bump shoulders, every touch sending a shock down his spine
tbh i think the only way to be able to date bkg is to also be mean and i just cannot stop thinking about FUNNY their pre!relationship would be
*bkg saying some bullshit*
you, mumbling in english âbig back bitchâ
bkg: HAHâď¸WHATD YOU SAYâď¸
we know that shoto can speak english (at least like decently) and tbh i head cannon denki speaking english as well bc idk it suits him. with that being said, whenever you say something crazy in english shoto is always like đŽ and denki is HOWLING meanwhile bkg is CRAZY jealous bc he canât understand english
like u donât understand bkg is soooo jealous bc u and denki bond over music, tv shows, and movies and he keeps kicking himself on passing up his parents offer to teach him english. not to mention yall whisper shit in english a LOT and you guys are not slick with how much yall be giggling. bkg is always glaring at yall whenever that happens, and there have been a couple of times where you felt bad so u told him what yall were saying and you get so happy when you see his mouth turn up into a smile while he chuckles.
this is so random but it also pisses him off when u have t shirts on with english words. so itâll be like dinner time and heâs huffing and puffing and ur like â???â and he keeps glaring at ur shirt like âwhat does he have against the tv show friends like heâs never heard abt it until now???â and it wasnât until denki was like âyooo you watch friends? that show is so stupid i love itâ that he settles down. from there on out you always find a way to translate your shirts for him
AND MUSIC donât even get me started on music. youâre singing along so passionately and heâs like. âwhat are they singing abt i HAVE to knowâ so heâll try to be sneaky and use his phone to translate stuff. if itâs a song abt a shitty ex heâll have the most violent urge to fly to your home state and kill the ex who made you feel like this-but if itâs like megan thee stallion? my dude is sweating and blushing but pissed bc heâs sweating and blushing and basically long story short kirishima goes up to talk to him and gets blasted in the face.
he watches all your favorite movies and tv shows (subtitles on) and he will never admit it but he loves when you whisper the translations in his ear.
another thing that peaks his curiosity is youâre friends from home! america is 14 hours behind tokyoâŚso talking to ur friends from home can cause difficulties. when itâs late at night the class will see you furiously texting your friends bc itâs morning time for them. sometimes on weekends you guys are able to call, so if youâre ever on call walking into the kitchen for a snack bkg is so curious as to what you and your friends would be talking abt. he always sneaks a peek and you best believe he learns all of your friends names and faces.
friend: âwho was that hot guy that you were talking to?â
you: âhuh? oh thatâs katsuki, i told you abt himâ
friend: âdudeâŚyou were totally giving him fuck me eyesâ
you: âAYO DO NOT EVEN START WITH THAT SH-â
(he was looking at you with such passion and love in his eyes but ur just too dumb to see it)
you tend to crave a lot of american snacks and food, and sometimes bkg will go out to a special shop that has american shit and bring it to you.
âyou wouldnât fucking stop saying how much you wanted it so here take it nerdâ
*youâre all teary bc like âomg he went out of his away to go across town to get me some stupid snacks omg im falling for himâ*
you love cooking american foods/foods you grew up with for the class and you specifically yearn for bkgâs approval. you eventually learn about his love for cooking and he teaches you japanese dishes while you teach him the dishes you know. the two of you bonded so much while cooking together.
(this part is me venting so just bare with me okay) and god forbid you have a toxic ex in america thatâs some fucking loser white boy bc bkg will rip that man to SHREADS. he has you cry laughing over all the insults he comes up with when you finally crack and show him a picture.
âhe literally looks like a block of feta cheese yn, he looks like the type to trip on his own shoelaces. he definitely doesnât read any higher than a ten year olds level-â
it actually ends with a sweet moment of him watching you laugh and when you two lock eyes he tells you that you deserve better, that you deserve someone who will actually treat you well. he scurries off after that bc he realizes he was too soft in that moment and you never stop thinking abt that.
eventually you get him to confess and start dating, obviously having to take it slow bc thereâs no way bkg dated anyone before you. slowly figuring out everything that works for the both of you, the relationship is very loving and accepting.
bkg slowly learns all of your favorite songs and knows what they translate to. when you sing love songs to him not thinking he knows what they mean, he just smiles and says smth cheesy like âoh you must really like me huh?â
you of course teach him words in english and you try to tutor him in the language but heâs not the easiest person to teach to, especially a whole new language. but the couple of phrases you teach him are just for your sake so you can talk shit and include him in it, and he loves it so much.
(dw bc by the time heâs an adult he can speak english and his accent is SO cute and you love it so much bc everything he does is so amazing)
when the two of you get older you are able to bring him home! he meets all of your friends and family, even tho heâs literally the most nervous youâve ever seen him. he knows english by this time but he keeps overthinking it so much, and once heâs surrounded by a bunch of people whoâs first language is english he messes up a couple of times and sometimes messes up translations. he gets so mad at himself but you are able to talk him down and tell him not to be so hard on himself.
you bring him to all of your favorite restaurants and areas, shopping included. he wants to know everything about where you grew up, hoping it will somehow grow the two of you even closer to each other. once youâre in public and at restaurants you still insist on speaking japanese since that was the language the two of you used when you fell in love, and even tho you guys get weird stares you refuse to switch. bkg also enjoys it bc when itâs the two of you speaking japanese itâs like you two are in your own little world, like you two really do belong together.
but also you guys shit talk in japanese so. much. like itâs not even funny. if you have family members that you dislike, you better believe youâre whispering in his ear all about it catching him up on family lore when he meets all of your family.
thatâs all i can think of rn, but god. iâm obsessed.
#bakugou x reader#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#mha#bnha#my hero academia x you#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia x gender neutral reader#katsuki bakugou x you#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou katsuki x you#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#bakugou katsuki x gn! reader#bakugou katsuki x gender neutral reader#bakugou katsuki x transfer! student reader#bakugou katsuki x american! reader#itâs so silly#i love it#i love him#i love bakugou katsuki#like itâs not funny anymore#rho writes
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reconciling the knowledge we wonât be lovers in this life with the belief that maybe somewhere, in some parallel universe, there is a version of you and a version of me that find themselves on the same train, heading to nowhere important, and it gets to be the beginning of something.
#dark academia#light academia#literature#booklr#dark academia aesthetic#study aesthetic#studyblr#romanticism#light academia aesthetic#cottagecore#yearning#yearn#love#romance#english lit#gothic literature#american literature#words#poetry#spilled ink#poetics#poet#literary#i donât love you anymore and i have to be okay with that
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Youâre my favorite blog with an amazing costume and stellar art, so I hope to bestow upon you the small pleasure of asking you:
Trick or treat?
Thank you very much! I'm incredibly honoured to be your favourite blog! I know this is late but please accept this treat, happy belated Halloween!
#asks#fanart#tintin#adventures of tintin#captain haddock#archibald haddock#comic#halloween#trick or treat#i have no time to check for mistakes in this i will just have to live with them#haddock knows what a child is#i cant really imagine tintin and haddock celebrating halloween normally because it just wasnt really a thing in europe until very recently?#like im 24 and it was introduced here a little before i was born#halloween as it exists today is pretty american#i know a lot of people who arent that old who didnt even think about it growing up lol#i love halloween tho#it's a holiday that's purely optional and you can celebrate however you want it with whoever you want#alcohol tw
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