#i needed to vent

[beddybites]

mamas boy

[hellfire--cult]

Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader

+18 hurt/comfort, angst, depression, omega dropping, mean!eddie, rejection, abo dynamic

Not proofread, just needed to put my hurt into words. i was sad this morning and this came out.

Dropping is a self defense mechanism for Omegas when their needs aren't met. That could be rejection from their alpha, having no pack, having no pups, not being able to scent, etc. They induce themselves in a non responsive state, sometimes comatose until they feel safe once again.

wc: 4k+

Plot: Eddie is the reason you drop.

SCENT

Eddie Munson wanted to be your mate back in Hawkins when he had presented a courting gift. It wasn’t out of nowhere, he was very much sure you were his mate because well, you had spent your heat with him, as well as he spent his rut with you. You also met with him every so often to mess around and just stare at the stars above his trailer. He was sure you were going to be his mate, because you two had confessed to each other even.

But you rejected him.

You never gave him a reason, never gave him the motive for your rejection and why you led him on the way you did, but that’s what made Eddie greatly despise you. Now, you had a reason for the rejection. Your father had realized the relationship you had with the Male Alpha, and he had dimmed Eddie a worthless suitor. You would have eloped of course, you were ready to do so, but your father wasn’t an ordinary man at all. 

Your father threatened to kill Eddie if you were to run away with him.

He promised you he would find you both and you would become a lonely Omega with a bitten mating gland and that would probably make you spiral into absolute madness. You didn’t care about what happened to you, but you did care about Eddie. You were so happy when he had presented a courting gift to you. You were so absolutely happy…

But your father’s words came back into your mind and even if your heart broke, even if your omega self was trying to claw out of your skin to go towards Eddie, your alpha, your other half of your protective and motherly omega wanted to protect him at all costs. So you stepped away without any reason, without telling him what had truly happened behind your house’s doors. His scent became bitter, so bitter that you had to scrunch up your nose at the unfamiliar smell he sent your way. He hated you.

Eddie then left Hawkins.

And everything you did to protect him was in vain, because your father started presenting possible suitors for you, Alphas that would give you everything, riches, family… But you rejected every single one of them, and your father got fed up with your nonsense after a year of trying. Your mother just stood there as your father prepared your bags and put them at the front door. He kicked you out of the house and out of his pack. 

Your friends had left for Indianapolis so you headed over there as well, trying to find comfort in them, wanting to be scented if they were still a pack. You moved, you actually found a decent job as an assistant, and you could afford rent in a nice apartment that had a living room, kitchen and a bedroom. But when you finally crossed paths with Robin Buckley after calling her on her cell phone, her scent was very familiar. Your Beta friend had a pack that was for sure, but the scent she was emanating meant that they had a particular Alpha as a protector, as a leader.

So when you finally met up with everyone once more at Robin’s home, the scent that hit your nostrils was too potent, as if there was a wildfire spreading all over the room, only to become bitter and sour in the matter of seconds because there in the middle of the room stood Eddie Munson, in his new Alpha glory. He was bigger, beard covering his features, hair tied back as he stared at you with hatred in his eyes.

Everyone noticed how your scent transformed into a humid kind of smell, meaning that sadness was present in yourself as well as fear. You weren’t welcome in the pack, and he made it clear as he forbade everyone to scent you. He didn’t want you near him, he didn’t want you to mess him up again, and now that he found his pack and he actually recovered from the pain you caused, he wasn’t going to let you ruin it with your smell.

He believes you don’t deserve it, even though he could smell you as a packless Omega, he tried to not take pity on you, but it was impossible, yet his resolve stayed the same. Steve was an Alpha as well, but since he had mated with Jonathan, his protection only served for his mate, so Eddie became the leader of the pack instantly. 

You had tried to talk to him, to explain what had happened a year ago, but he wouldn’t listen. He had screamed at you to leave him alone in his Alpha voice, which only made you close your mouth, and step away from him. His heart broke as he smelled the fear in you, and how you left a lingering sour scent as you walked away from him. 

The first heat you suffered in Indianapolis was brutal.

You had nothing to nest with. You had no possessions of your pack, scents of the people you cared about, so you had to fake a nest with your sheets, putting them all around you to create a placebo effect– But your heat was painful, trying to pleasure yourself as your slick covered your entire bed, memories of Eddie helping you through it rushing in your mind which only made the pain even worse. 

You contemplated calling Robin, asking her to tell Eddie to come to your house, to help you– But you remembered how he had ordered you to stay away, and the omega inside you, the one that still held onto him as a mate, listened. 

When you met Billy Hargrove, a very powerful Alpha in the city, you really did believe you finally found a pack. You were talking non stop, getting to know each other, going on dates together, and Robin was very happy for you. She had been trying to make Eddie come to his senses about you joining the pack, afraid of what might happen to you, but Eddie refused once again telling Robin that you could manage alone because that was your decision a year ago.

Your heat was coming up and Billy had yet to scent you, so when you finally became intimate with him you were hoping he would. But he had remained away from you as he penetrated you, holding you down on the bed as he took what he wanted from you. Once it was over, you tried to nuzzle his neck, scent him and probably rub some of his on you. He pushed you away instantly and told you that he didn’t feel the connection he thought he would, and after three months of knowing him, he left you.

The second heat you suffered in Indianapolis was torture.

There were traces of Billy’s scent in some sheets, but it wasn’t enough for your nest, and you remembered the fact that he had decided you were not going to be his mate, only making the situation worse thanks to the rejection. You weren't good enough, he didn't want you, just like Eddie doesn't want you now.

Once again, you found yourself looking at your phone in order to call Robin, to bring you some of her clothes, maybe even get help from Steve who also, with his mate’s approval, wanted to scent you. 

Eddie’s fear settled in when Robin told him you had spent another heat alone, and he had been even angrier at you the past few months for dating another Alpha. Now knowing that your Alpha had left you alone in your worst time made him feel like dying and he wanted to murder the other man.

He cared for you and he cursed at himself for the pull you had on him still. It wasn’t fair. He had suffered triggered ruts due to your rejection, painful stabs in his gut and brain for the lack of you, the lack of your touches, your smell, your voice… 

You looked lifeless after your heat. Robin noticed and was going to go against Eddie’s orders as she prepared a bag with her clothes to give to you. You declined it. You were going to make Robin lose her pack, possibly, if she did this. If Eddie smelled himself on you without him actually scenting you, he would know that it was Robin. 

So now, it was your third heat in Indianapolis.

And it was murdering you.

Your fingers this time did find your phone, tears running down your face, as every single muscle in your body started tensing, slowly and painfully. It was Eddie’s birthday, and of course you were not invited. You wouldn’t have been able to attend anyways because you knew your calendar, and you knew it was close, but you weren’t prepared for how torturous it would be. 

Your bed had slicked sheets all over it, not even caring of making a make pretend nest with them any longer. Your closet was a mess as you tried to find something that didn’t have your smell on it because you could feel your heart about to explode and your whines could probably be heard all over your omega complex. You couldn't make a nest. You didn't have a nest.

You didn't have a pack. You didn't have a mate. No one wants you. You were never going to be able to have pups. You are a worthless and useless Omega.

So why keep trying?

Your body was on fire even if you had stripped to nothing, splashed yourself in cold water, until you had finally landed on your bed, unable to move. You couldn’t even touch yourself, you didn’t have any power left in you, but your fingers and hand could still move.

“Hello?” You heard Robin call your name as music blasted behind her. You opened your mouth only for your voice to get caught in your throat, choked small sobs escaped you and that’s when Robin lost it. “TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!” 

“I-I–” You couldn’t speak, it was painful, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

“Baby, please, what’s wrong?” Robin panicked, pacing around the room as everyone stared at her, including Eddie whose gut was slowly falling to the ground. 

“S–Shirt– Please– I need it–” Your cracked voice, your sobs, and the whines. Everyone in the room could hear the whines. Steve immediately took his jacket off. Jonathan took his sweater off. Nancy didn’t know you, but her inner alpha became full alert at the sound and she understood in a single second what was going on, taking her cardigan off herself as well. Dustin stared at Eddie in disbelief as the Alpha male had wide eyes, head spinning around uncontrollably as he stared at Robin.

“I’m going, I’m going, I’m getting you stuff okay?! Just remember I’m going!” The phone clicked and Robin looked down at it with shaky hands and her head finally snapped towards Eddie and for the first time, something that almost never happened could be heard in the room. 

A Beta was actually defying an Alpha. 

A small growl was shot at Eddie’s way as she started gathering everyone’s belongings. Eddie at this point, did not care for his scent to be passed over, he didn’t care any longer. You were in danger and it was his fault. It was his fault. It was all his fault. He grabbed onto his car keys, despite Robin telling him that he shouldn’t come, that he is going to make everything worse, but he didn’t listen, he didn’t want to listen. 

So when they got to your complex, Robin used her spare keys to actually get inside as Eddie snuck in. He could smell the alarmed omegas at the scent of an Alpha in the building, but he had to get to you. He had to reach you in time. You were three floors up, and in the second one he could already smell you and it wasn’t sweet like the heats you spent with him. It wasn’t something that was triggering his arousal, or his need to mate you. It was triggering his need to save you.

And when Robin opened your door, even she couldn’t handle the smell, and Eddie almost hunched over at the pain it shot inside of him. Robin didn’t waste a second as she ran into your room, only to find you naked, sweat all over, body trembling and nonsense spouting out of your mouth. She panicked as she started placing everyone’s belongings around you and she took her shirt off, leaving her in her bra only, not caring at all about Eddie entering the room.

His eyes bulged out of his skull at the sight of you. His eyes filled with tears as his body yelled at him to go towards you, to hold you, to scent you, but he knew that would make it worse for you, because he had commanded you before to stay away from him. His heart was clenching inside his chest as Robin kneeled on the bed next to you, putting her shirt over your chest so you could smell her. She was crying as she held you, cradling you up so your face could hit her chest.

“I’m here! I– I brought everyone’s scents, I put them all around you baby, I’m here–” Robin was choking sobs as you stared at the ceiling, completely gone, mumbles coming out of your mouth that she started to be able to listen and understand, only for her heart and the Alpha’s that was still shocked in the room, break in pieces.

“I-I can’t smell them, I can’t–” You lost your sense of smell. Rejection was present in your core, your mind, your heart and Robin could smell it becoming stronger. “I–I’m useless, I have no pack– n-no one wants m-my pups– No one wants me–”

Eddie wanted to yell, tell you that he does, tell you that he is here, tell you that he was a fucking idiot, tell you that he still loves you and he still believes you are his mate, that you have always been and always will despite you rejecting him.

“Baby, baby, you’re not, you’re not, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m here–” You weren’t processing Robin’s words, the word useless repeating in your head all the time, like a mantra. You were rejected, an outcast, and the only person you thought of as your long lasting mate didn’t want anything to do with you.

And then, your body stopped trembling, and Robin saw how your features relaxed, your eyes became half-lidded as if in a sleepy state, and your body weight was heavier than before. Robin looked all over you to see signs of movement, anything at all, but even your smell was gone. 

You dropped. 

And Eddie, Eddie felt like killing himself for it. 

“This is all your fault… I shouldn’t have listened to you…”

Eddie refused to leave your side, despite Robin and even Nancy wanting him to leave the room. Steve and Jonathan didn’t even look his way, and Eddie knew he was losing his pack, but at this point he didn’t care, he deserved it, all of it. His scent was almost unbearable for everyone else in the room, musky but in a very bad way, almost rotten. 

You were in a hospital room. Your whole body was connected to IVs, to machines, your beating heart still heard on the small monitor, that only made a tiny bit on everyone’s minds have some peace. They had surrounded your body with clothes, accessories, even socks just to try to make you feel safe again.

Suddenly, a sob could be heard in the room, a low groan, almost a whine but not quite because he can’t manage to do that. His head was in his hands as he stared down at the floor and Dustin, despite his friend acting wrongly, he still decided to walk over to him and crouch to pass onto him his still pup smell. He still hasn’t presented, even at 15 years old, despite his friends already done so. 

“P-Please Dustin, h-her.” Eddie choked and Dustin understood immediately, walking over to your still body and leaning down to dip his head into the crook of your neck. He whined when he couldn’t smell you, still he rubbed his face against your skin, trying to make his scent linger. 

You didn’t wake.

Days passed, then a week, and Eddie was becoming desperate, feral even and in the bad way. He was pacing back and forth in his room, and he decided to go against his pack’s orders. He started putting on clothes, shirts, pants, and in each one, he did some push ups in order for him to sweat even more than before. He had gathered almost all of the shirts he owned, his sweatshirts, pants, hoodies, bandanas, even underwear and put it all in a duffel bag. 

He rushed to the hospital like a maniac and when he entered the room he commanded everyone to get out. Jonathan flinched at his orders and immediately rushed out, but Eddie sensed the defying Beta in the room that was covering your body protectively for him to not come any closer. 

“Robin, please– Please–” He knew it was karma. He had denied everyone else to scent you, and now, Robin was out of his pack, his scent no longer lingering over her because she wouldn’t let him come close to her, and she was the one that now didn’t want his scent over you.

But Robin was desperate too. You were a great friend to her, helped her deal with her undying love for Nancy, knowing it can’t ever happen. Betas and Alphas are a rare pair, and she didn’t think Nancy would want a Beta as her long mate. She couldn’t even bite her. They would never be able to mate.

They had tried everything, switching clothes everyday, Dustin coming over to try to scent you but his pup smell was very dim due to his age. The only one that hadn’t put any clothes around your nest, was Eddie. Your past mate. Your past Alpha. 

Robin was completely desperate.

Enough so that she actually left the room. Eddie immediately got to work, taking his clothes out of the bag to put them alongside everyone else's, all around you in order to make a nest. His tears ran down his face, his head painfully throbbing as your eyes remained closed, an oxygen mask over your mouth and nose.

How could he forgive himself for this? How could he live with the thought of you stuck in a bed because of what he did? 

“Darling, please open your eyes…” His face came close to yours after many months of dying to do so, after a year and a half of doing it for the last time while you two laid on his bed back at the trailer park. You didn’t want his scent on you so you two wouldn’t be caught, but that night he couldn’t help himself, and you didn’t either. The next day, you rejected him.

His face nuzzled your neck, his mouth traced your skin, placing soft kisses as he cried for not being able to smell you. That sweet smell he remembered every night, every day, at every hour. He wrapped his hand at the back of your neck in order to lift you up slightly so he could rub his scent gland against yours, repeating the action on the other side. 

A gasp was heard in the room as the heart rate monitor picked up slightly. 

His eyes widened as he pulled away to see your eyes staring widely at the ceiling, not understanding what’s going on, why you’re here, why is his scent all over you, why does he feel so close to you? You were choking into the mask, gasping for air, and you felt arms cradle you into a chest.

Alpha. Alpha. Your Alpha?

“Hi Sweetheart.” He choked out as he felt you breathe against him, his head right on top of yours as he held you close. Your body relaxed into him, memories vividly replaying in your head, memories you’ve always wanted to repeat, memories that made you want to go back in time and not listen to your father. 

Your nose picked up various scents now, aside from Eddie, you could smell Robin. Even as a Beta she made sure to put her smell all over her clothes. You could smell Steve, Jonathan, an alpha you don’t know of but the smell was welcome either way… And you could smell the faint scent of a pup. A pup was here. A pup scented you.

You were safe. 

Eddie pulled away from you to look at your face again, and finally locked eyes with yours. Eyes that no longer held resentfulness, but guilt. Eyes that no longer held anger, but grief. Eyes that no longer held hate, but love. Pure and unconditional love. He didn’t care what happened in the past. He didn’t care any longer, but he cannot forgive himself for what he did to you. He cannot forgive himself for being the cause of all of this. He cannot forgive himself for causing you this much pain that you had to shut your brain off in order to go to a safer place. 

You smelled his bitterness, painful, making your stomach turn uncomfortably. You reached up to take the mask off your face and you couldn’t be away from him again. This time you will fight for your alpha. You will show him how much you want him, how much you’ve wanted him for the past year, how much you needed him the few months you’ve been in the city. 

So you let out calming pheromones from your body. He was hit with them immediately, making his shoulders relax as you held onto him. Clarity filled your head the more you looked at him, the more you stared at his features. His face contorted again, a frown appearing in his eyebrows as tears started spilling out of his eyes uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry– I’m– I’m so sorry–” He sobbed against you, wrapping his arms around you so he could dip his face into the crook of your neck again and his cries were louder as your scent filled his nostrils again. It was just like he remembered, but he didn’t understand why it was sweet and not sour. He didn’t understand why you didn’t pull away. He didn’t understand why you didn’t hate him.

And that’s when you told him everything as his face stayed still on your neck.

“I wanted to protect you…” You finished saying as tears rolled down your cheeks, uncontrollably so, and he pulled away to reveal his stained cheeks, a wild look on his face. He gulped as he rushed to take off his pick necklace, looking down at it only for then to show it to you in his hands, presenting it. 

You smiled at it through your tears because it was the same courting gift he had tried to give you back in Hawkins– and this time, you took it. 

Three months later, you were laughing while drinking a beer with Robin on your side while her hand was being held by Nancy on her other side. Steve had his arm around the new Alpha in the room who claimed he was going to be the next leader of the pack because the last one had already retired. Jonathan rolled his eyes at Dustin every time he said that, with a hand resting on his belly.

Eddie walked into the room with a beer in hand and sat next to you, on your other side in his couch, your couch, and dropped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Robin rolled her eyes knowing the conversation was over now as she put her attention on Nancy while your eyes found Eddie’s. He smiled as he leaned towards you to press a deep kiss on your lips. 

You smiled in between the kiss, reciprocating it as you pressed a hand on his knee. You heard a growl rumbling in his chest and you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, making you pull away from his lips. 

“If I pop a knot right here, it’s entirely your fault.”

“You’re the horndog.” He rolled his eyes at you and leaned down to press a soft kiss in between your neck and shoulder, making you shiver as a smile spread all over your lips.

He kissed right over his bite mark.

I did say it was hurt/comfort.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed, sorry if I didn't get it right, this is my first time writing about an Omega actually dropping.

Also if you're new in the omegaverse thing, yes, males get pregnant because they have the secondary gender, meaning they have vajayjays and uterus as well as their shafts.

Alpha females have dicks but cannot get pregnant.

That's all.

[bob-soup]

I NEED the monster high community to learn the difference between "showing culture" and being orientalist/racist. The criticism of g3 Jinafire in comparison to g1 is driving me insane. I'm so sick of everyone saying they "erased her culture" because she isn't talking in a forced accent, wearing a sexualized Qipao, and having gold skin. I'm sorry, but your incorrect assumptions of a culture are not better representation. Just because YOU as a white person don't think g3 jinafire is "Chinese" enough, doesn't mean her culture was "erased." Maybe you just need to reconcile with the fact that you don't actually know this culture?

Idk about yall, but I personally trust Annalise Lao to design a doll based on Chinese culture more than a white woman who went on a brief vacation in China.

It's the same song and dance every g3 doll. "They erased her culture!!!" and it's a doll designed by a person actually from that culture instead of a random white designer full of stereotypes and inaccuracy.

[half-oz-eddie]

Thinking that fandom is some ladder where you can gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss your way to the top is not the bad bitch move you think it is.

Stepping on real people and treating them like obstacles to some sort of end goal in a fandom is fucking stupid. Who the hell do you think you are, actually?

Fandom is not a game where you can torture and treat characters any way you want to level up. Fandom spaces are filled with real people with real emotions and beautiful life stories, and just because we are inside your phone/computer doesn't mean we're lines of code like the apps you talk to us on.

Like really, what was the plan? Fandom is for enjoying things and creating and forming meaningful connections with people. It's not for gathering people like chess pieces and knocking the others off the board.

Fandom is not about being useful or popular. No one ever has the right to decide who is important or who isn't or measure people's self worth based on what they can/can't do or how many followers they have.

You have absolutely no right to steal people's peace and joy or make them feel insignificant.

[kayceecruz]

Every time I see some psychotic post about Luke Newton hanging out with friends, mind you at a pool or someone's house, the same friends that he has apparently had for years, after spending 18 months with his life on hold, and it being seen as him being inappropriate or not "hanging out with the right people" while Nicola is praised for DOING EXACTLY THE SAME THING I want to fucking scream. (I love it for both of them. Live your lives, babies!)

The dude is doing nothing wrong. Not one thing. He isn't engaging with the crazy. He is still posting when relevant. He is refusing to give people a look at his personal life (gee I wonder why). He is relaxing before starting to shoot again. He is playing fortnite with his friends, ffs, that's like his jam (I understand cause SAME BRO that's my preferred Saturday night).

And y'all out there lowkey calling him stupid or wrong or now saying he isn't good enough or trying to insinuate his friends/ castmates don't like him because you are fucking awful people.

JFC.

[everythingiloveblog]

The lack of empathy towards Jack is killing me

People saying things like broke!Joke did much more for grandma than Jack is just pissing me off. It's not true

What Joke did was more emotional I guess. He spent time with her, cooked her food and got his dad to speed up the surgery to reduce the hospital bill...that will still need to be paid...which is what Jack is taking care of. And it ended up putting some distance between him and his friends & family

When you think about it, he's all alone. Or at least, he thinks so. And yes, I'm aware that he sort of made it that way himself because he doesn't want to rely on people to help his problems, but still. Him not asking for help is not because he doesn't think people can help him, it's because he doesn't want people to get involved and suffer any negative consequences because of his problems. And instead of feeling bad for him, people are annoyed/angry? I just don't get it

Joke doesn't feel alone anymore. He's still sad, for several valid reasons, but he bonded with grandma, Hoy, Tattoo, etc. And he's getting help and support from them without him asking

But Jack is the person people go to when they have problems. People ask for his help, not the other way round. He acts strong, like everything is under control (Tattoo saying "he has probably forgotten about his friends and grandma by now" was great to understand that they don't get what Jack is actually going through). They think that they are having it hard while Jack is fine

But he isn't. He was about to break down in the hospital room, and I like that Joke finally saw it. It was nice seeing the anger leaving Joke's body after seeing Jack's facade crumble a little bit. Now, Joke doesn't understand everything but he knows that Jack is hurting, which is why Joker will be back next episode. To (try to) save Jack

Jack is bottling everything up and I need him to explode, crash down (just a little bit because I love him and he suffered enough), then get back on his feet

Also I still think Jack needs a hug, like getting hugged. So far (if i'm not wrong) he's the one doing the hugging

[didyoupainthis]

One thing I see on bylertok way too much is people pointing out that even though Will told Mike it’s “not possible” that he’d ever join another party (replace Mike), Mike still went and joined Hellfire after he told Will to grow up and move on from D&D in S3 (which Will ended up doing)

It takes everything in me not to summarize the situation every single damn time I see someone mentioning it as if it’s proof that Mike ‘doesn’t deserve Will’ or something because it’s so frustrating that people just don’t understand anything about Mike and try and cling to any bit of ‘fault’ in his actions to justify why Byler wouldn’t work and why they don’t ship it

Because this whole ordeal had nothing to do with Mike and Will’s friendship, it was bought about in the first place by Mike and El’s ever incompatible relationship

Mike loves D&D, he loves writing, he loves being DM for the Party, he loves being with the Party. He never stopped loving these things, he stopped pursuing his interests because he was so over invested in being ‘normal’, which in his mind means ditching his friends for his girlfriend. El doesn’t like D&D, she doesn’t share Mike’s interests in his favourite things and because of that, Mike dropped all of it in favour of making out with El. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do in a relationship, and so that’s what he did

Of course, none of that is El’s fault either; El is learning the world and will eventually learn what she likes personally when she befriends Max whilst Mike is lost in juggling between what he should like vs. what he actually does like

All that is to say;

Mike dropped D&D because of El

(again, not El’s fault I’m not trying to blame her for anything it just is what it is)

So circling back to the “not possible” moment, I wanna point out that Mike’s insecurity in that moment specifically is Will leaving him emotionally because Will already is physically leaving and Mike blames himself. He’s mentioned himself obviously that he’s afraid of losing Will but he’s also made it clear many times. After their fight, Mike just wants to know that Will would still choose him and Will assures him that he wouldn’t be replacing Mike. Will placed no expectations on Mike when he said this, he just wanted to reassure Mike that they’re okay and that they’ll be okay which is exactly what Mike wanted

After Will and El left, Mike joined Hellfire because he could focus on doing the things he liked again without having to devote himself to being El’s boyfriend. I was happy for Mike to have D&D back when I first watched S4 and I know Will would be happy that Mike is finding himself again. And while we’re on the topic of Mike finding himself, since he’s joined Hellfire he’s started slowly accepting himself and accepting that he doesn’t care anymore if he fits into the standard or not. He doesn’t care about popularity or people liking him. He is growing and he’s been getting his character development

Anyway that’s all I just love analysing Mike it’s so interesting, but in this case I don’t think it even needs to be analysed. Mike isn’t himself around El and that’s got nothing to do with Will— that’s just Milevens relationship dynamic

[lunareclipsegirl]

My eye starts to twitch a little when I see fics or hcs where Eddie realises that he's in love with Buck, but it's ~too late~.

Because, first of all, fuck you for making Eddie suffer. What did he ever do to you?!

Second of all, people fall out of love all the time. Buck fell out of love with Taylor, moved on from Abby, and had two more relationships that ended in nothing. But nooo, Eddie is too late because Buck's with T*mmy now.

And thirdly, why would you even feel the need to include Eddie in a happy BT fic/headcanon? What's the point? Just to gloat?

[bistec-37]

Being a creative person is so weird sometimes because I met up with my cousin recently and we were talking about The Tortured Poets Department and we were discussing the song Fresh Out the Slammer and I said something like this

“It gives me post-western vibes. Like the Bonnie and Clyde Smoky and the Bandit energy. That type of movie in the late 60s early 70s where it still has the themes of a western but modernized with more of an edge. I can totally picture driving in a long ass car in the desert with smoky yellow camera”

“…what? What are you talking about are you ok? Like I genuinely don’t understand you sometimes ”

And I have no idea why but that just hit me and that’s the closest I’ve gotten to being the “weird kid” since middle school.

[berrycake99]

On Valentino's morals:

This ain't nothing new, but I see a lot of people talk shit about anyone liking Valentino from HH. For the longest the "I just like his design!" was probably a cover for fans to escape being called the most horrible names and getting death threats.

Most recently I saw a person commenting that it's ok to like his design "as long as you don't make any fanart or endorse his character in any way".

Listen to me, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LIKE A BAD CHARACTER. He is a VILLAIN, and amazingly written one too. It's really hard to make good antagonists because as an author, you have a tendency to make your characters at least somewhat likable and excusable. Which is why in lots of shows we have the ''he had a very traumatic past/good reason to do it actually!" trope. People see someone being horrible and they want at least something to wrap their head around, to understand why someone would do that.

Also, Valentino is a vital character for the story. He is the one that made Angel's story the way it is. Yes, it was traumatic, but imagine if we erase Val from the picture - Angel is suddenly a lot less deep of a character.

What I'm saying is, I think every normal person knows that morals =\= morals of a fictional character you like. If you have a healthy relationship w fiction, you can endorse in the story/psychology of a character, understanding that that doesn't influence your personality in any way.

And if you don't watch Hazbin, I assure you any show you ever watched had someone you'd never wish to touch with a 10ft poll irl, and you probably liked them too.

Let's stop being stupid about media consuption that is the end of my Ted talk thank you

[dionysus-is-my-dude]

if any of y'all have Mcaffee for your internet protection, cancel your subscription IMMEDIATELY. Three years ago, they suddenly charged me TWICE, claiming that I had opened a SECOND subscription, which i did NOT do. last year, i told them to cancel everything and i (supposedly) cut my ties with them.

two weeks ago, my debit card got shut off from fraud because Mcaffee was trying to charge me $160 for a RENEWAL that i never authorized. when i called their customer service, they claimed that they didn't charge me anything. JUST got my new debit card after waiting over a week, and today, the EXACT same charge from Mcaffee got flagged AGAIN. my brand new card got shut off, but just a few minutes ago, i got a text alert that they took my money anyway!

y'all, i am FUMING. I do NOT have much money. they basically took all my money. how??? how did they get my bank information? how did they get my BRAND NEW card information?? they're a scam, that's IT. get rid of them

[onyxhotelprince]

About the weirdos that still want to control Britney Spears after she got her freedom back, don't you think that she already suffered enough abuse and control at the hands of her own family?, The point of the whole #FreeBritney was to give her the freedom to do whatever she wants, with her rights and wrongs and that includes healing at her own pace and in her own way.

Do you think that her socials are the problem?, when she's enjoying and sharing what makes her happy? A harmless freestyle dance. She might have issues, and seriously who wouldn't?, after all she went through, we all have issues, if that was the case we all should be off the internet. But y'all have bigger issues if you feel so threatened by a woman doing her own thing on her own social media.

As she said before; "Don't like it?, don't watch".

It's not up to us to dictate how her freedom or happiness should look like, she's not 16, 21, or 25 anymore. The woman that she used to be is gone, no one can be the same after a traumatic experience. And still she's more than a survivor of abuse. She will always be a legend, a pop culture icon, an underrated musician and song-writter, an amazing dancer, an entertaining performer and most important a kind soul.

Let her live and let her enjoy, she doesn't owe us anything.

[whiterosechrista]

Vent time!

Hey all.

So, I know I said in my first post that I’m not comfortable with heavy/political topics, but I really need to vent.

I sent a friend the link to the YouTube video for that Palestine bundle. She wasn’t the only one I sent it to, but she was the first to respond;

“Sorry, I stand with Israel but seems like a good deal otherwise.”

So of course I was like “with all due respect, why are you supporting GENODICE?” and she said it was because she;

“[stood] with anyone whose agenda was eradicating terrorism.”

Me, not knowing the full details of the Palestine situation, but knowing enough to know that didn’t sound right, said;

“So innocent Palestinians are terrorists then? People who’ve lost their homes, their family, their lives? For no reason other than Israel not liking them?”

“No the terrorist group Hamas.”

Before I could think of an adequate comeback, she continued;

“Who pillaged, massacred, raped, and reaked havoc onto Israeli citizens on october 7th with full intentions to cause harm and destruction to the Jewish race.”

Me, having not heard about that, was startled long enough for her to send one last message;

“And my heart goes out to all citizens of any country who gets caught in acts of war, but they were warned beforehand when Israel bombed those places. Who even does that in a war?? A country and government who actually cares about its citizens and their enemy’s citizens. They only bombed those places to reach the underground bunkers and tunnels that Hamas was and still is using to hold weapons of mass destruction which would be used on thousands of Israeli citizens with the sole goal to kill Jews.”

…

Yeah. She justified a bombing.

It took me a while to come up with a decent response to that, and I’m not even sure it’s the most appropriate one, but my feelings were scrambled and I wasn’t quite sure how to convince my friend (who’s only 16 by the way) that terrorism doesn’t justify bombing a place with innocent people, but I tried;

“I’m not defending Hamas at all, they can go to whatever hell they believe in. What I’m saying is that they’re not the only ones doing that. There’s many sides to every war, and if Israel had never started bulldozing, massacring, and invading Palestine, the chances are so much lower that Hamas would’ve ever done those things. I’m not gonna force you to believe me. I’m just gonna end with: the bundle is supporting the CHILDREN of Palestine. Not Hamas. Nowhere near Hamas. It’s supporting the children who never should have to go through the things they did, who are hurting and starving because some adults believe it’s okay to go to war.”

She hasn’t replied. Her notifications are silenced. I don’t know what to do.

Her family is pretty heavily Jewish, the kind that teaches their kids Israel’s in the right (at least on her dad’s side, and that’s who she stays with mostly, which is a problem ‘cause he’s not a good dude and shouldn’t have custody of her, but her mom has mental/neurological issues, so he used that in court (I think, I was only 11 at the time)), and I’m now worried that she’s going to get dragged into things that’ll seriously hurt her.

Mom warned me against having this debate with her again until she’s older and more independent, since living with her dad’s made her sheltered + naive and she’s not old enough to deal with the idea that her family’s been telling lies her whole life.

She’s right, of course, but I’m just so worried now. I don’t want my awesome friend to be brainwashed by this bullshit propaganda. I don’t want her to stop talking to me because she thinks I’m supporting terrorism or something. I want her to form her own opinions and live her youth freely without her closest family shoving lies down her throat.

She and her mom stayed with my family when the whole custody battle happened, and our moms have been friends since, which is how I got back in touch with her a year or two ago. As such, I feel almost a sisterly responsibility as the older one to make sure she’s doing okay/staying safe/etc.

Just.

Argh.

Why is life like this?

Why do people support genocide and try to get their kids supporting it too?

What do they think that results in? Aside from a whole generation of kids who’ll grow up and realize their parents were liars, not to be trusted?

I don’t get it. I don’t want to get it. I just want all my friends to be safe and happy. Is that too much to ask?

[gilbirda]

saw another "i hate that anger management is so popular when there are more cool ships that everyone is sleeping on" childish tantrum post

and honestly?

grow up

and also be the change you want to see

make the damn content

and dont bring your shitty negativity to fandom spaces

[grapedoingmurder]

Where is it? Where is the content? Where are people talking about how they should kiss and kill each other? Where are fanarts??? I AM LIVING AND BREATHING THIS TAG, I AM RUNNING OUT OF AIR, I NEED MORE OF THEM, WHERE ARE THE FANFICS, THE FANARTS OR SOME 2 LINE POST SAYING "lmao they should kiss"

Pls tumblr, make this little brazillian nonbinary happy by making toxic lesbians

[fic-dumpster]

The problem when you think you won’t be writing anymore so you left your WIPs everywhere and your memory equals to Dory is that you depend so much on notes and documents. AND WHEN YOU CANT FIND NEITHER AND YOUR LIFE ENDS? WHAT THEN?

I have searched through all my drives and notes apps and old phones and computers… why am I so messy 🧍🏻‍♀️.

So…

This is all I could compile. Notion is so much better😫🤲🏻. Aaaaamd I’ll get one or two chapters posted this weekend (tomorrow and Sunday).

Then I might re-read TR and the fanbook and wikis hahahahaahjaa gosh… I’m invested. I hate leaving unfinished projects… but it’s a curse that I carry.