#i tried to do tumblr's year in review last year but it wouldn't let me post it for some weird reason

[biahouse]

Important, Gregory House x Reader

(This is my first story on Tumblr, and also my first Gregory House story. English is not my language, technically all of this is Google translate, so I apologize for any mistakes. But I hope you like it, I have a lot of ideas about our crazy doctor)

You love House. He doesn't care about anyone, but he cares about you. That's something, right?

The first time you met Gregory House was at your job interview.

You knew House's fame in the medical field, so your dream was to work with him and learn about his somewhat orthodox methods.

What you didn't expect was to be completely enchanted by the man 15 years older than you. House was moody, irritating, stupid, arrogant. A card-carrying asshole.

But there was something that made you suspicious every time he entered the diagnostic room. However, you weren't the only one.

You were good at hiding your crush on House, but Cameron always let it be known how much he liked his boss and what deeply upset you.

You were nothing compared to Alisson Cameron. Cameron was beautiful, kind, hardworking, confident. Everything you could never be, even if you tried hard.

That's why you shelved your feelings, buried them at the bottom of your chest and tried to hide as much as you could.

3 years have passed since you joined the team, and now with the departure of Chase, Cameron and Foreman, you were the only original member and House became more and more dependent on you. You have now done the work of four people.

And like a good doctor, you did your best to treat every patient who arrived at the department in the best way possible. But it was exhausting you.

The dark circles became increasingly prominent. You were sure you had lost 2kg in that week alone, since you didn't have time to eat and your hair fell out more and more every time you combed your hair.

But it was three weeks after you were working almost alone in the diagnostics department that your body reached its limit.

House and you were discussing what could be ailing an elderly man when he came up with a really interesting theory.

As always, you were sent to do tons of tests, but the moment you got up from the chair, your entire body lost consciousness.

“House” you mumbled the man’s name as you felt your entire vision blur.

"Yes?" The man responded, distractedly analyzing the symptoms chart.

"I think I'm going to pass out" was the last thing that came out of his mouth before the world went black.

•••

You heard the machine beep before your eyes could discover the place around you. It was hard to open your eyes, the bright lights of the hospital room shining brightly into your eyes.

You could feel your throat dry, and the various threads clinging to your body. It was uncomfortable and you tried to adjust yourself on the hard bed.

"I wouldn't move if I were you" House's unmistakable voice sounded in the room and his gaze shifted to the man lying on the bedroom sofa. "Welcome to the world of the living"

“Hi,” your voice sounded hoarse and you coughed, feeling your throat raw.

"Here" House stood up at an impressive speed and handed him a glass of water with a straw. You sipped the liquid with relief, your throat feeling better within seconds.

"How long was I gone?"

"2 days" House limped so he could check his devices. "You were exhausted, dehydrated and malnourished. New diet?" The man joked.

"The patient..." You started to get worried about the man they were treating.

"You're impressive" House looked at you curiously. "I tell you she's a living dead woman and you care about the patient."

“I’m fine” You waved your hand at him.

"It's not what your scans say" He shook the folder in his possession. "Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't do everything alone?"

“Because I can do it” You insisted.

"You're going to have a week off, until you can recover. In that time, I'm going to review some resumes, you need help" House said once again looking deeply at you.

"Why? You don't want new people on the team, you hate change" you tried to argue, knowing what the man was like.

"But I care about you. I think that's more important than my distaste for people" His admission scared both of you, but neither would admit it."Rest, I'll be back in a bit, with something called food"

And with that he left the room. Leaving behind your flushed face and your racing heart.

[tired-and-triggered]

TW: Vent Post ⚠️

Unfortunately, I'm back again with a heavy heart. To be honest, I don't even know where to begin. I felt like I should upload a rant/vent post before 2024 ends to release all the horrible, conflicting thoughts that have been wreaking havoc in my brain for the past few months. After all, Tumblr is the only safe space that I have, where I can rant in peace without people judging me.

In retrospect, 2024 was a shitty, shitty year. I probably wouldn't call it the worst year of my life so far, (because, let's face it, I feel like saying that EVERY SINGLE year) but it did fuck me up pretty badly. I was a slightly "better" person in 2023- physically, mentally and emotionally. But nothing could have prepared me for what 2024 had in store for me.

Let's take it from the top. December 2023 was amazing- I had a lot of fun with 2 of my friends from school at my annual school fest, Anandamela (it was supposed to be the 4 of us, but one friend couldn't make it) and a few weeks later, my cousins came over to visit and we spent Christmas together. January 2024 rolled around. It seemed endless, tbh. In February, I had my end-semester final exams, which ended in early March. My classes for the next Semester began almost immediately afterwards. I received the results for the previous exam on the last day of April. This is where things started going downhill. My results were horrifying, to say the least. My only consolation was that I had managed to pass and didn't have to repeat the previous semester. 🤞🤞 But that was also the day I cried for, like, half an hour because of my grades. And I had NEVER done this before. I'm not saying I've never underperformed on a test, but my scores never broke me like this. However, I figured out that I wasn't the only one in my class whose scores were absolute trash. The ENTIRE DEPARTMENT had tanked in that exam. But the exam itself was relatively easy and we were confident that we'd do well. This seemed really fishy. We tried to talk to our professors about this, but they gave us the same old bullshit about how this was our fault and there was nothing they could do. We had no choice but to submit our answer scripts for a review. (That was a whole other fiasco which I will talk about later.)

I was invited to a friend's birthday party on 1st May, but the last thing I wanted to do was show my face in front of a horde of people who had no idea about my agony. Not even 24 hours had passed after the grades calamity, and now I was forced to act all jolly and cheerful for 4-5 hours. There was exactly one other friend who could sympathize with me- she studies in a different college affiliated to the same university, so she, too, had received her results on 30th April. I'm grateful she was there for me, but it still feels so surreal. Imagine breaking down crying one day and being forced to attend a party and act "happy" the next, before you could even recover. Little did I know that history would repeat itself only a few months later. 🙂

On 1st June, I voted for the first time ever! The Lok Sabha General Elections had started from April, and I was hella excited to vote and hit a significant milestone in my life. In late June, I went out to have dinner with my mom, on my birthday, and intentionally excluded my dad. And I'm proud of this, btw. I've had a lukewarm relationship with my dad since childhood, and he has a consistent habit of being obnoxious towards me and mistreating me in the days leading up to my birthday. He has been doing this for as long as I can remember, but this year was the last straw. I was sick of his shit and decided to end it, once and for all. He took the hint FOR ONCE and didn't bother me on my special day. Yay. 🤍

2024 started getting genuinely dark and traumatizing from August. On 9th August, a young PG trainee doctor was raped and murdered IN HER WORKPLACE, RG Kar Hospital in West Bengal. She was on duty (she had a night shift) and had decided to take a short nap in a seminar room of the hospital. Sadly, India witnesses hundreds of horrendous rape cases every year, but this incident was exceptionally nauseating- apparently, she was killed and mutilated first and then her corpse was violated. This inspired a nationwide socio-political turmoil- protest rallies, political demonstrations, candlelight vigils were held, and people relentlessly pressurized the godforsaken state government to conduct a swift, transparent investigation. The Chief Minister of West Bengal (who's a disgrace in the name of Indian women) tried her best to cover up the incident, tamper with evidence, hide the actual criminals and harass protestors. But the people kept raging against her for months. As of now, the actual rapists and murderers are still unidentified and the filthy bastards who were detained have been released due to lack of evidence against them.

September was somewhat uneventful. October, though, was the month that made me contemplate suicide. On 1st October, the results of yet another end-semester final exam were declared, and I was relieved to see that I had managed to redeem myself, in a way. This time, my scores had improved slightly. Thank fuck. This feeling of bliss didn't last long, though. On 16th October, Liam Payne tragically passed away after falling from the third-floor balcony of a hotel in Argentina. (Can't believe I actually typed that sentence.) He was only 31. He was just a boy. More than two months have passed since his death, but it still doesn't feel real. I simply couldn't comprehend the news when I first heard it, and I don't think I ever will. I've been a Directioner since 2012-13, and I still adore them and find comfort in their music. This is the first time I'm writing about this. And it still feels like a cruel joke. Something inside me died that day. It's like he took a part of me along with him. I'll never be the same. Y'all know what's worse than experiencing someone's death? Not getting enough time to mourn them. I couldn't even grieve Liam properly, because on 18th October I had to leave for a family trip. Remember when I mentioned history would repeat itself a few months later? This was it. For the second time in 2024, I wished I was dead instead of pretending to enjoy myself in front of others.

November was worse, somehow. Trump won the presidential elections in the USA. To this day, I have no idea how people let that happen, especially after surviving his presidency in 2016-2020. God only knows what atrocities he'll commit, starting next year. In late November, the review result for that one exam was declared, and NOBODY'S score was changed. Can y'all believe that? The uni just stole our money and scammed all of us. And then, a few weeks later, around mid-December, we were informed the next end-semester final exams would be held in January 2025. :)

PS: I won't be tagging this post. I don't want this to breach containment.

So here I am, grinding and studying for my exams because I have no other choice- devoid of happiness, hope and determination. I don't know how 2025 will treat me, and that scares me more than anything. People love to say "The only way out is through" and I HATE that shit SO MUCH. It doesn't have to be like this. It could be so much better. But let's see how 2025 goes. That's all I can say. 😕

[violetganache42]

I posted 1,810 times in 2022

That's 178 more posts than 2021!

166 posts created (9%)

1,644 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nightfurylover31

@real-life-pine-tree

@ankle-beez

@yamislittleangel55

@clusterduck28

I tagged 1,808 of my posts in 2022

#reblog - 1,633 posts

#yugioh go rush - 437 posts

#not my post - 418 posts

#go rush spoilers - 417 posts

#screenshots - 349 posts

#not my art - 280 posts

#screenshot - 239 posts

#not my video - 194 posts

#yugioh sevens - 184 posts

#yugioh dm - 175 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#it popped into my head earlier today because i've been overbooked with so much college work recently and i'm trying to get them done on time

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

AFTER FACING DELAYS SINCE ITS 2019 ANNOUNCEMENT, WALT DISNEY WORLD AND THE EPCOT VICE PRESIDENT CONFIRMED THAT DUCKTALES WORLD SHOWCASE ADVENTURE IS FINALLY DEBUTING LATER THIS YEAR! I AM SO HAPPY! I HAVE BEEN ANTICIPATING WHAT IT HAS IN STORE FOR A FEW YEARS NOW!

60 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#4

See the full post

84 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

Confirmed: Coolmath Games watches Amphibia!

92 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#2

I was watching some Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives last night when I saw this. I literally sat up from my bed because I immediately recognized the 5Ds logo; looking at it closer, I think it may be the first volume of its manga adaptation! This absolutely blew my mind!

(For those who are curious, it's from the season 23 episode, "Finger Lickin' Food". In it, Guy visits a restuarant in Minneapolis called George and the Dragon, which has a bookshelf filled with books for kids to read, including manga.)

97 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

DEPLOY THE CRABS AND THE HAL STEWARTS!

1,186 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

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[whateversawesome]

I posted 364 times in 2022

That's 364 more posts than 2021!

80 posts created (22%)

284 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@itsmaferart

@tare-anime

@foxtamer113

@christyyeee

@shinybluebirdwizard

I tagged 338 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#spy x family - 316 posts

#twiyor - 247 posts

#loid forger - 190 posts

#yor forger - 183 posts

#anya forger - 123 posts

#agent twilight - 116 posts

#loid x yor - 99 posts

#spy x family manga - 79 posts

#sxf - 72 posts

#loidyor - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#chances are she'll be the first person to discover twilight's feelings for yor

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The way his eyes soften and his whole body relaxes is simply beautiful. He's home. His family is his home 😌

779 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#4

So, I was reading Spy x family manga (again) and I found this on chapter 58.3:

First of all, this chapter is hilarious 😂 They're obviously making fun of Twilight every time they bring Bondman. This time is no exception. Did you notice how Bondsman's love interests look like Yor, Nightfall, and Karen? And Bondman looks exactly like Twilight, of course. But what's interesting to me is this last panel:

Loid says: "How can this guy call himself a gentleman?!"

I'm totally overanalyzing this, but that's the fun of being a fan, right 😬? So, about this little declaration, I think it could be that either:

A) The man is a total hypocrite! After all the honey traps he's done he has zero right to talk or...

B) He is in total Dad/Loid mode and sort of forgot he does this too as a spy, or...

C) We've all been wrong about him and he's actually been a gentleman with all the women in his previous missions. Yes, yes, I know it's far-fetch and very unlikely, buuuuut not quite impossible. I mean, he's super respectful with Yor. What if this was actually the norm? We all assume he's slept with every woman involved in every mission, but wouldn't it be funny that in the end he has the same experience (in certain matters) as his wife?

Food for thought. I may me wrong, so let me know what you think 🤔

811 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

Objection, your honor!!!

As someone who is married to a handsome man with a grumpy face, I can tell (by experience) that this man is not angry or even in full Twilight mode... he's just plain, good old fashioned NERVOUS 💗 to be feeding his wife 💓 Look, his heart is beating funny too 🤭

Did you notice Yor wasn't nervous with Yuri or Anya?? But she looks like this when her husband tried to feed her (it's okay, Yor, it happens to the best of us too 😆)

In conclusion, your honor, these two are crazy about each other...but are too dumb too realize it 😒

1,012 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#2

I thought about something really silly: everybody is crazy about Twilight/Loid Forger. The neighbors call him handsome, the nurses think he's handsome, Nightfall thinks he looks so handsome (when he glares 😉), even that envious colleague thinks he's a handsome man. The only person who has never thought or said a word about it is his own wife...🤣🤣🤣🤣

1,061 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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Have you noticed that there's usually a fake and a true Twiyor moment?

Yes, when we have a Twilight/Yor chapter, (usually) there's two moments—one when they appear to get closer (but they don't) and the other one when they really do get closer and there's actual development in their relationship.

Fake moment in general involves 'Twilight mode' and it's usually pretty exciting.

True moment always involves [Redacted] or Yor being themselves and it's more reserved and quiet.

Here are a few examples:

Fake Twiyor moment:

Real Twiyor moment:

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1,474 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

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[thetomorrowshow]

I posted 2,047 times in 2022

That's 851 more posts than 2021!

423 posts created (21%)

1,624 posts reblogged (79%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@winterswrandomness

@thetomorrowshow

@flyingfish1234

@polybius1201

@canaryomenharbinger

I tagged 1,811 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#q - 983 posts

#minecraft stuff - 737 posts

#art - 589 posts

#empires smp - 202 posts

#ask - 176 posts

#jimmy solidarity - 120 posts

#empires superpowers au - 116 posts

#3rd life smp - 116 posts

#mas speaks - 106 posts

#esh au - 103 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#like he walked in. 'hey guys keeping it short today bc i have to go to the dentist on tuesday. were there any questions abt the work?'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

TFC's sister posted a link to his obituary on twitter. It's very lovely, but I wanted to point out this specific part:

[ID: Edward moved to Tulsa in 1972. He went out on his own for many years, without contacting friends or family. Much about where he was and what he was doing during this time remains a mystery. In fact, Edward was not seen again until 1992, when it was discovered that he was living in Indianapolis, Indiana, where he was employed by Pizza Hut, as a delivery driver. He had also lived in Arkansas, before returning to Tulsa. End ID]

I can't get over this. This is the most TFC thing I've ever seen

1,980 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#4

Jimmy has murdered a human on rats smp. Jimmy killed the gardener and has now promised scott the gardening job in exchange for keeping quiet about it. jimmy has yelled at the janitor that he's going to cut his arms off and threatened to kill him too. I repeat jimmy solidarity has murdered a human. this is the LEAST SAFEST RAT

3,150 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

#3

Got my dad to watch mcc (scar pov) with me, here are some highlights of the occasion

he's colorblind and struggled telling teams apart, but appreciated color indicators on some blocks in games

did not understand survival games until he saw the border and then went "oh it's like fortnite!!"

asked questions about every ten seconds which was actually quite lovely, but included:

asking me how mcc teams are decided

asking me who scott smajor was no less than five times

asking me to explain the concept of hermitcraft.

did not care about the game chat until he realized that's where i was getting stats from and then started leaning as far forward as possible to read it

i don't think he ever really grasped the concept of rocket spleef. he had fun watching though

thought antfrost's skin was a bird

asked me if ace race was only for ace people (definitely trying to connect with me after i recently came out as ace. much appreciated, very sweet)

complained if people punched scar off during tgttos

asked if scar would be interested in coming to our family server to build

desperately wants minecraft slushies. i wouldn't be surprised if i joined the family server tomorrow to find he'd added a texture pack for them

i think his favorite game was meltdown, he got very excited about scar's killer aim

he says that most of the streamers he watches are british and hearing american accents on twitch was weird. ok

got happy every time scar wasn't last in team rankings for a game

guys he got so into dodgebolt. he was jumping up with every hit. he was very disappointed when i accidentally changed the channel during the second round and wouldn't let me touch the remote again. he actually cheered at the final shot

he didn't know anyone playing but he still really enjoyed it. he wants to watch again next time :)

3,197 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

new copypasta dropped and this is my favorite one

6,304 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know what makes me the most angry about the hbo max ordeal?

Librarians saw this coming years ago and tried to prevent it. Corporations refused to work with them, afraid of the loss in profits there might be.

27,396 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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[bestruction]

How it’d be to watch animes with them

A/N: While i’m working on my Mikasa x reader royal au, this little idea came to my mind. I tried to put the links when i mentioned a specific scene and speak a little about the anime in case you don’t know it.  So here it’s: 

Warnings: Me exposing my otaku self, mentions of 18+ animes (Not hentais) 

Eren -  Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen (13+)

A / N: The main characters like each other, but none wants to confess because being the person who takes the first step would also represent being the defeated person. The anime develops in a series of plans that both elaborate to make the other confess their love.

Warnings: None

It was his idea to watch an anime together since the two of you liked it a lot. You saw no harm and agreed to go to sleep with your boyfriend on Friday night. So, you would have the dawn and the weekend to see everything.

“We could watch One piece! Everybody likes"

“In three days ?! We will not finish even if we do not take breaks ”

"Naruto then?"

“Haven't you seen it all five times or more?

"But it is a classic!"

"It is also too long!"

He would sulk when he saw you reject each of his suggestions for being too big animes. The truth was, he was trying to convince you to stay longer. After much searching in the catalog, you choose to watch a short comedy of 12 episodes.

Biggest mistake ever

Eren is already annoying by nature, and after watching Kaguya-sama's two seasons he would spend the day and night trying to get you to confess to him EVEN IF YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE FOR TWO YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE FIRST TO DECLARE. HIT HIM, PLEASE.

"Do you think that using such a low trick will make me give in?"

“Eren, I just got out of the shower. What trick? Wear an outfit? ”

“Showing off your skin won't make you win”

If you wanted to play with him, great. You are going to spend the day in this little game until he gets tired and just hugs you or something because he can't spend a lot of time without touching you. But if you didn't want to, just you could use that touchy side of him against him too.

"Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else then"

"Yes, of course, do- Wait what?"

"You heard"

“NO, BABE! YOU WON! I CONFESS! I LOVE YOU"

Watching anime with him would be quite an experience. For being very verbal, Eren would be the type of person who doesn't shut up watching anything. Especially, something that makes him laugh. You would see him laughing out loud and throwing himself back on the couch or on you, whether you were with him or not. You may even complain, but it would be fun to see him react to everything as immediately and naturally as an unfiltered child.

He will sing ALL the openings for the rest of the days around the house until you are humming some without realizing it.

For some reason, can I imagine him doing Chika dance ?? Yes, please film this big bear dancing like a little girl.

Levi - Death parade 

A / N: Do you want to cry and hurt yourself? This is the right place. Death Parade is a story about what happens after death. The characters are sent to mysterious bars where they will be judged to decide the fate of the souls themselves. (18+)

Warnings: Suicide, depressive themes, mentions of rape and domestic violence

I don't see Levi watching many animes. In fact, I don't see him watching much anything at all. He would be the type of person who can't spend a lot of time in front of the television without feeling like he's wasting time. Which would result in a very selective and demanding taste.

He would always read the reviews about the film, and after watching it, he would make his own. Ever. No exceptions. Unlike Impossible-to-be-quiet-Eren, Levi would be silent to be able to capture and understand all the details. This is interesting because getting his attention is a difficult task. But once it's done, he is 100% focused on the story and immersed in the characters.

So, after reading about it, he would agree to watch Death Parade with you.

He would have low expectations at first, and if the anime failed to hold his very difficult attention in three episodes, he wouldn't even try with the rest.

So when in the first episode, all suspense and doubts left to the viewer entered Ackerman's head, he would finish the other 11 without realizing it.

As a rational person, he would love things that make him think and reflect on the proposed theme. In the case: Life and death.

For some reason, I imagine him as someone who would like to study and read philosophy as a hobby and that he would love Nietzsche? So, you could expect deep conversations after each episode.

But without any arrogance, humanity's strongest soldier might not be the most talkative man in humanity, but surely when he opened his mouth to it, it wouldn’t be to show himself off with something that he knows and you don’t. On the contrary, he would be more than happy to explain if you asked and added your opinion.

He wouldn't cry, but he would be touched by the way the emotions were shown and created in the characters.

He would probably see the scene where Decim cries more than once for being impressed with how the pain of a character who is supposedly not flesh and blood is expressed so well.

And after the anime is over, you would always see him listening to the music of the ice skating scene around the house while doing something.

When you were finished watching everything, you would talk again about the anime. You lying on his chest and he touching his hair, smelling him.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?"

“If so, I wouldn't go back to this shit a second time. No matter what they offered me ”

"Levi!"

"Unless it was to have you again"

“What a cliché” He would roll his eyes after hearing your response “But I like clichés”

Again, he wouldn't cry, but he would be thinking about how ephemeral things can be, including being alive. Then you can expect a more touchy Levi for a few days.

Jean - Banana Fish 

N / A: Another one to cry and get hurt. Banana Fish is way more than just a story about one character just is hard to define. So in case, you didn’t watch it, here’s the trailer. (18+)

warnings: pedophilia, rape, violence, drugs, your heart being destroyed

You know that guy who says that no yaoi is good, it's just a way to feed a bunch of fujoshi and stuff like that? Jean. It's him. I just know it. So when you suggested Banana Fish and said it was a BL / yaoi, he would probably laugh and ignore the idea.

But after insisting a little and showing him the many compliments that both the anime and the manga received, he would accept.

At first, he wouldn't pay much attention. He really thought it would be just another bad anime. But by the end of the first episode, he would be too involved in the story to stop.

I think he would love crime novels for the same reason that Levi: To think. Try to find out how things are going to end and pick up any clues that the author has left about the ending. So the plot would hold him so much because he would make a ton of theories about the end.

He will ship Ash and Eiji with all his soul. I mean, how can he not ship? To see an anime in which the physical touch between the couple doesn't really happen and still builds a well-developed and healthy relationship would be a new experience for him.

Jean is somewhat similar to Eren in this respect. So you can expect to see him huffing in anger, cursing one of the characters, throwing a pillow away, or using it to hide a tear or two that he would let go of you. The kind of person who gets emotionally involved with the things he watches.

He would cry an entire river after watching the last episode and deny it later.

“I was not crying. The cushion fabric made my eyes itch a lot ”

Show him again and he will cry the same amount and intensity

Armin - Haikyuu

A / N: Considering all the texts on Tumblr for haikyuu characters, I’m pretty sure you know what anime it’s lol (10+)

Armin is an otaku with a license card and no one can change my mind. He would probably start watching it as a child. So, his first animes would be everyone's classics: Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, etc.

So it would be normal that as the vast majority, he would continue to have a preference for shounen when he grew up. So it would be your idea to see Haikyuu.

He would have low expectations because he thought it would be just another anime with cute characters for everyone to be thirsty as an inverted harem. And also because the synopsis does not create a strong impression, especially for those who consume shounen daily.

"So we are just gonna see a little boy trying to catch a ball?"

“It's gonna be good! Everyone is talking about it now ”

"Does he have some superpower?"

"No"

"Something scary?"

"Armin, just give a chance!"

He would like it. Did I say he would like it? Because he would love it. The atmosphere created and well developed with such a simple plot would hold his attention well. (Is it possible to dislike Hinata in the first episode?)

It would be a great anime for him to watch because 1. It is different from what he usually sees. Unlike shounen, Haikyuu deals only with real and tangible scenarios. Of course, still with that touch of anime, but it is very easy to recognize yourself in the characters and learn from them and therefore reflect on yourself as well.

It would be great to make him think about his own insecurities and how most of them were inside his head.

He would be so immersed in the anime universe that he would have to pause the game scenes because he would be too nervous waiting for the ball to fall.

You will probably see him taking a deep breath in each drawing scene of the characters and see him truly cheering for the team as if it were a real national game.

More than that, you will see his eyes full of tears when Yamaguchi hit the serve in the match against Aoba johsai.

In fact, Yamaguchi would be his favorite character. No discussions.

"I said it would be good"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

Mikasa - Heaven’s official blessing 

A / N: I'm going to leave the trailer here because I don't know how to define it very well. It's a novel, but the story doesn't focus ONLY on that. (14+)

Okay, you didn't suggest. She did not suggest. So how do you end up watching together? You catch her watching when you come home by surprise lol

Until then, you would know that she watched some anime, but nothing romantic. Never. In fact, that was her little secret.

Although common sense is that Mikasa would be cold even in a modern au (and I agree in parts). I think she would be the type of person who loves to see the sweetest and softest things to melt alone on the couch without anyone seeing. A moment for herself and a part of her that she would not show to anyone.

You would already know about her romantic side, but seeing her under the covers sighing while watching the Netflix special episode is a totally different story.

Please don’t mock her!!. She would be red enough by the time she was discovered.

When she was less shy, she would ask if you want to watch with her. She would say she saw no problem watching it with you again since doing it with you would be a different experience.

If you accept, you would spend the rest of the night in the room sharing a blanket and absorbing the soft atmosphere, the soundtrack, and the Chinese culture so present in history.

She would not speak a lot because she was paying attention, but she would hug you all the time. In the romantic scenes, she would tighten her arms around you a little and sometimes left a kiss on your shoulder.

I think she could relate to Hua Cheng's way of loving. He is always there to protect, care for and see his lover even if sometimes Xie Lian doesn't even know.

And that is what she wants to show you, that more than a girlfriend, she is also someone you can count on.

Days later, you will see her reading the rest of the work around the house because she couldn't stand to wait for a second season.

And later, SURELY melting and vibrating while watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.

[gothhisoka]

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 (𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Title: Worship

Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content

Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)

Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.

Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.

Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.

Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

“Hi…” was all you could utter.

“Can I come in?”

You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didn’t need it.

You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.

Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.

Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, “You draw wonderfully.”

“Thanks?” you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.

The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.

“So…” he began.

“So,” you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.

You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

You didn’t think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.

You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.

Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

You look directly at him. Time to be daring.

You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.

Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.

You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.

You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.

You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.

He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.

"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.

You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.

You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.

You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.

You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.

"More."

This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.

You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.

You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.

You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.

Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.

He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.

[darke15]

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Reaction/Review/Fix-It

Yes. Hi. Hello. It's me. I need to rant a little, I hope you don't mind.

If you enjoyed this movie, fantastic. Good for you. This probably isn't the review you're looking for. Let me make this clear, this is purely a way for me to vent about this movie, not to cause drama or debates. I know my opinion doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things but I feel a lot of things about this movie and I need to let it out before I combust. I've read a few reviews here and there are always a few people that say it's just a movie and to sit back and enjoy it.

However, after ten years of watching and enjoying the MCU, I've come to have certain expectations.

1. To root for the main characters and care about their well-being.

2. To root against and/or simp for the villain.

3. Appreciate the cinematography.

4. Fall in love with the score.

5. To have that giddy, excited feeling after leaving the theater and have such a vicarious adrenaline rush that I sprint across the parking lot with my friends while we yell at each other how much we loved the movie.

DSMoM gave me one of those. (it was #2, the latter half of number 2)

I'm gonna have this Reaction/Review/Fix-It in a couple different sections.

BACKGROUND (where I’m coming from going into the movie)

REACTION (my reaction as I watched for the first time)

PLOT REVIEW

CHARACTER REVIEW

FIX-IT (what I would personally do to fix this movie)

Warnings: Spoilers, of course. Possible profanity because idgaf. And, this is going to be long-winded because I have a lot to get off my chest. And a disclaimer, I am in no way a professional cinematographer or screenwriter, these are just my opinions as a regular viewer of the MCU.

BACKGROUND

I heard about DS:MoM (gods that's gonna get annoying, we're calling it DS2 from now on because I'm in charge here)

I heard about DS2 when it was announced in 2019. If memory serves me correctly, it was marketed as the first horror movie we would see in the MCU. I am not a fan of horror movies, that being said, I love the MCU. So, no matter what, I was going to get over my fear of jump scares and go see this movie.

Fast-forward a few years later, past the plague and to that one trailer that had Prof. X's voice in it.

I had just come off of watching NWH for the first time and the prospect of the X-Men melding into the MCU like Peter 1 and Peter 2 was fresh in my mind, so hearing my childhood hero's voice in that trailer made me cry and also very excited.

I'm not sure when I heard that Wanda was going to be the "villain" of this movie but I was immediately excited. I knew after watching WandaVision that whatever Marvel had cooked up for her was going to be gooooooddddd.

And then the movie came out. I tried my most bestest to keep away from spoilers but, two days after its release, I ran into my first spoiler on Tumblr. It was a review. A not so good review that I skimmed through. Confused by the author's rating, especially after seeing Dr. Strange in NWH and knowing that opening the multiverse, I was still undeterred. No offense to anybody here, but we can all be a little dramatic when it comes to Marvel movies. So, I continued about my day thinking one bad review wasn't going to be common.

And then I ran into another bad review. And another. So, I closed the app and moved to TikTok.

Where I got my second dose of spoilers.

I'll admit it right now, that's my bad but I was too entranced to look away. The first spoiler I came across was Wanda taking down Kamar-Taj and then infiltrating Kamar-Taj after scaring the shit out of America Chavez (and myself)

Instantly, I was in a better mood. I thought to myself, "Wow. This must be the grand finale. The final stand off. This is going to be dope."

And then I made the mistake of continuing to scroll. And I found out about Captain Carter, Reed Richards, Professor X, and how long they lasted.

I swore off social media until I saw it. I told myself I wouldn't let a couple bad reviews sway my opinion.

And then I watched the movie.

REACTIONS

Opening Scene: America Chavez & Ponytail!Strange v. Alien Octopus: Dope as hell. I was really excited when he betrayed her, I thought it would set up a tense relationship between 616!Strange (who I will refer to only as Dr. Strange throughout the rest of this) and America for at least the first half of the film. I also loved the infection thingy he got from the Alien thing. I thought that would come back to play (not in the way that it did tho)

Dr. Strange Wakes Up: Honestly, loved that bit. I loved that 'dreams were a pathway to their multiversal selves'. I thought it had a lot of potential.

Christine's Wedding: Meh. I don't care much for the romance subplot of Marvel movies but that's just me.

Wong & Strange v. Alien Demon Octopus: I really liked this opening. I liked the mistrust between America and him. Didn't like how fast she got over it but...oh well.

Strange goes to Wanda/Wanda Reveals herself as the villain: Personally, this happened too fast for me. I also had a hard time going from WandaVision!Wanda to DS2!Wanda. I know that there's probably a time jump here but it was a little too jarring. Also, her coming out as the villain right off the bat was just odd. I wanted that suspense of her manipulating Strange or her slowly being more and more corrupted by the Darkhold as she tried to help them.

Wanda Destroys Kamar-Taj: Well. The scene I thought was going to be the last stand happens, what? 30 minutes into the movie? Ok. Ok. This is fine. Everything's fine.

First Jump Scare/Wanda Breaks Out of the Mirror Dimension Thing: I...um...why? I know this is supposed to be a horror movie and Wanda is supposed to be all-powerful but, uh...the Grudge reference just wasn't for me. It felt out of place but maybe that's just because I'm not well-versed in the whole horror movie thing.

Also, real quick, what is up with the music box when Wanda is in the mirror thing? Am I missing a reference? Or were they just trying to be creepy?

Wanda Reveals her Motivations: When we last left Wanda in WandaVision, the Scarlet Witch was reading the Darkhold and heard Billy and Tommy crying out for help through the multiverse. Here in DS2, Wanda is able to locate all her counterparts and their children throughout the multiverse but not her own.

America and Strange Arrive in Earth-838: Fascinating transition between the multiverse. Still not sure if I liked it or not. 838 looks interesting. I enjoyed their scuffle with the vendor on the street. Didn't enjoy the memory projector thing, it made it too easy for them to gain insight into each other. Loved meeting Mordo again. His betrayal was dope.

Wanda's Dreamwalk for Two Seconds: Unsettling. Which, I guess it's supposed to be, right?

On the topic of this scene. What the hell is up with the 90s-style overlays while Wanda does the spell? That was the most jarring thing in this whole movie and literally the only thing I could think about for the next five minutes. And it wasn't a good 'think', mind you. It was confusion. Totaly, absolute confusion. It's like if you'd managed to teach a beginning video editor how to cut people out in premier and layer them over the top of each other. And then you let them work on an MCU movie. I...I just can't.

Moving on:

Back on 616: Probably the only character death I got a tiny bit sad at was the sorceress that was killed destroying the Darkhold.

Meeting 838!Christine: Meh.

Wong and Wanda on the Mountain: Meh.

Meeting the Illuminati: Dope. Dope. Dope. I have been waiting for so long for the X-Men to come into the MCU. They were my gateway superheroes, so to see one of them in the MCU was wonderful. I loved Reed Richards and Captains Marvel and Carter. I don't know much about Black Bolt so I didn't much care for his cameo but dope.

Killing 838!Strange: That one hurted a bit too. Honestly, I was more giggling at Prof. X's bright-ass yellow wheelchair in the middle of the battlefield to be paying attention to anything else.

Wanda Dreamwalks Again, Killing the Illuminati: I...feel like I got baited. Maybe, just maybe, this is where the movie really falls apart for me. They baited me into the theater with my fave characters only to give them 10 minutes of screen time before killing them off. And I know that Wanda is supposed to be this v powerful Nexus being but I would have loved to see the Illuminati put up more of a fight.

Mordo vs Strange: Probably my fave fight sequence in this entire movie and it was when neither of them had their powers.

The In-Between: The book of Vishanti literally lasts for like two seconds and then we're on a whole other quest.

Wanda Tries to Steal America's Powers: Listen, at this point, I'm rooting for Wanda. I don't feel a deep connection with America like I hoped I would. And I kinda wanna see Wanda destroy all of reality so this movie will end.

Meeting Darkhold!Strange: I don't even know where to begin with this scene. I don't even wanna begin with this scene. I wanna throw myself off a roof like Strange did with Darkhold!Strange.

Wong is Alive: Honestly, I didn't even blink when Wanda threw him off a cliff. Nor did I shed a tear. I really, honestly, didn't care. So when he came back, I also didn't care. Which sucks because he's arguably one of my fave characters.

Strange Dreamwalks using the Darkhold: The whole back and forth with Christine and the demons, again, I didn't care. I wasn't connected to her at all so I really didn't care if she got thrown around. I will say, I didn't expect that to be the way we got Zombie!Strange so kudos there.

The Final Battle Thing: Just a few words of encouragement from Zombie!Strange and America has complete control of her powers. Yay. How satisfying. /s

Wanda Destroys the Darkhold and Herself: Wow. What a creative way to kill the character that's been through literal hell in every movie she's in.

The Ending: Meh. Strange's third eye opening...meh.

Mid-Credit Scene: Who is this woman and why does she look like a villain from power rangers?

***I did google it and find out who she is. Meh.

End-Credit Scene: What in the Ferris Bueller shit just happened?

Now, I will say I was in a nearly empty theater. There were 20 people tops. And as soon as the credits started to roll there was absolute silence. There were a few, "What the fucks?" but other than that.

Silence.

Until my friend that went with me to the movie, who is also a massive marvel fan, leaned over and said, can we go now?

PLOT REVIEW

Before we get too far into this, I don't think I have ever, ever been this heated about a Marvel movie, not enough to actually need to vent about it. Most have at least some redeeming qualities. This one, however, I felt literally nothing about.

Now, let's back up to some of my criteria for at least a semi-decent MCU movie:

1. To root for the main characters and care about their well-being.

I did not care whether or not most of these characters lived or died. I really didn't. I didn't feel a connection with most of them.

2. To root against and/or simp for the villain.

As I said in the beginning. I love Wanda. She's the only character I really cared about in this movie.

3. Appreciate the cinematography.

No. Just no. It was like a weird fever dream where the weird outweighs the cool.

4. Fall in love with the score.

There was only one time I enjoyed the score and it was when Prof. X showed up and the original X-Men theme played.

5. To have that giddy, excited feeling after leaving the theater and have such a vicarious adrenaline rush that I sprint across the parking lot with my friends while we yell at each other how much we loved the movie.

We walked silently back to the car together as we tried to wrap our brains around what we just saw.

I honestly don't know what I was expecting. This was like a half-assed horror movie that really isn't even a horror movie.

I guess, after coming off of Dr. Strange's presence in NWH, I wanted a bit more. And I don't mean more cameos. If anything, we were given cameos we didn't need. I guess what I should say 'more'. I wanted better.

CHARACTER REVIEW//CAMEOS

616!Doctor Strange: Meh. I had a hard time connecting to the characters of this movie and it's not a good sign when it starts off with the main character. I would have loved to see a little more aftermath of Endgame and NWH with Strange. Yeah, we saw a bit in the Wedding scene but give me a little more. Make losing Tony, the one life to save the many in Endgame, the reason Strange wants to save America Chavez from Wanda. Make him have regrets. Make him feel more human.

Wong: This man can do no wrong and I love him. End of story.

America Chavez: I really, really wanted to love her the way I love Peter Parker. I wanted a mentor/mentee relationship between her and Strange.

Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch: I really wanted to see Wanda's already fragile mental state deteriorate more as this movie went on. In the sense that the Darkhold was actively corrupting her on a visible scale. I wanted to see her hearing things like she did at the end of WandaVision, I wanted the Darkhold to manipulate its user. Which, don't get me wrong, we got but I feel like we got an already snapped Wanda by the time the movie started.

***again I know there's a time jump between WandaVision and DS2 but I think seeing that on-screen would be so much more powerful.

Christine: Meh. That's all I gotta say. Sorry.

Mordo: I loved seeing him again, wish we could have seen more

Reed Richards: I was so excited to see him in the MCU. For the five minutes before Wanda sliced him up like a paper shredder. It was great. /s

Captain Marvel: I was so excited to see Maria as Captain Marvel. I wish we would have seen more of her.

Prof. X: I don't wanna talk about it.

Black Bolt: I don't honestly know much about this character. I thought his death was dope tho.

Darkhold!Strange: Meh. Who the hell is Donna?

We're gonna end this on one of the characters that's more controversial...for some reason

Captain Carter: I didn't mind her at all. I thought she was great. I've seen a lot of people freaking out bc she said Steve's line. To me, it was like her paying homage to him, especially if we take What If? into account.

Now, to get into something a bit different...cameos I wish we would have gotten:

Loki or Sylvie (but probably Loki): The breakers of the multiverse themselves.

Kang the Conqueror: Where's the variants of this dude hanging out at?

Agatha: Maybe not the OG holder of the Darkhold but, she's the first witch we've seen in the MCU and I think it would have been fun to bring her around to either manipulate Wanda or Doctor Strange or both.

Vision: You know? The other half of WandaVision? Where's he hanging out at? Does he have a multiversal self? Yes? No? I need answers!

FIX-IT

Now, the question none of you have been asking:

How in the world would Darke fix this? Great question, y'all. I'm so glad you asked.

Alright, the movie would start out the same. America and Ponytail!Strange running through the in-between. America is betrayed by Ponytail!Strange, thus making her skeptical/distrustful of 616!Strange when she meets him.

Strange wakes up from the nightmare, yada yada, goes to the wedding, fights demon thing, and reluctantly teams up with a spunky teenager from another universe, who can't control her powers, America Chavez.

Wong recognizes the runes, Strange goes to Wanda. Wanda plays it cool, she blames shit on Agatha. Wanda and Strange team up to hunt down Agatha. It's revealed Wanda can still hear her kids calling for help through the multiverse, which is why she's using the Darkhold to hunt down America.

Agatha is zero help bc she's been mind-controlled by Wanda. The two retreat to Kamar-Taj, getting Wanda closer to America.

The tense relationship between America and Strange continues. America thinks Strange will betray her. Strange thinks she's an inexperienced kid. Wong tells him she's just like him, he doesn't like that but while he's watching her train with Wong, he can see it too.

Right when they're on the cusp of a possible friendship, Wanda is pushed to attack by the Darkhold. She steals just enough power from America to jump across the multiverse to find Billy and Tommy, whom Strange doesn't believe are actually real. In doing so, America, Wong, and Strange are shot across the multiverse as well. They end up in 838 and are arrested by the Illuminati.

The Illuminati is introduced and the three are put on trial. After a passionate speech by Strange defending America, the Illuminati vote on whether or not to spare them. Most vote yes, while Mordo votes no, citing the fact that he knew Strange the best because he was his 'brother'. They also decide that they must band together to stop Wanda from causing an incursion.

Wanda arrives in the universe she keeps hearing her boys' voices. When she gets there it's quiet but she can hear them whispering. Thinking their hiding behind a creepy old gate she tears it open only to find...

Mephisto. (you know, the guy everybody thought Agatha was working for and who created Westview to fuck with Wanda?)

He'd been actively using the Darkhold to manipulate the Scarlet Witch in order to free himself from imprisonment (i don't know who imprisoned him just stick with me here)

Back on Earth-838, our 616 trio meet up with the variants of Wanda, Billy, and Tommy. Strange realizes that they are indeed real and some sentimental shit about friends and family, idk, that pushes them onward

Realizing she'd been used, Wanda attempts to get rid of the Darkhold and fight back against Mephisto. He uses the Darkhold to corrupt her mind further, enslaving her to him

The trio arrives at Mephisto's prison with the Illuminati. Upon their arrival, everything is revealed. While Wong and Strange attempt to find a way to bind Mephisto to this universe, the Illuminati and America go up against a mind-controlled Wanda.

Wanda easily cuts through the Illuminati and America finds herself 1v1 with the Scarlet Witch

While trying to find a way to stop Mephisto, Strange realizes that he can only stop the demon is with the Darkhold. Despite Wong's protests, he uses it.

America vs. The Scarlet Witch, though America is inexperienced, she manages to hold her own against Wanda for a while before Wanda gets the upper hand. In a last-ditch effort, as Wanda is about to strike the final blow, America uses her powers to open a portal that variants of Billy and Tommy step through.

Through the power of a mother's love, or something idk, Wanda snaps out of Mephisto's hold and returns to team good guy.

America and Wanda fight alongside Wong and Strange, joined by Billy and Tommy (Wiccan and Speed) and 838!Wanda.

Strange uses the Darkhold against Mephisto and binds him back in his prison. 616!Wanda destroys all the Darkholds throughout the universe with the help of America. 838!Wanda, Billy and Tommy return to their universe after an emotional goodbye from 616!Wanda.

Strange and America agree they make a good team. As Strange goes to thank Wanda, he finds that she's disappeared, imposing an exile on herself using America's powers she stole during their earlier brawl.

The trio return to Earth-616 and Strange begins training America.

Mid Credit Scene: It's revealed the Darkhold has infected Strange. He reveals his third eye and accidentally opens a portal to the Dark Dimension

End Credit Scene: Wanda is meditating in a universe that is going through an incursion, a place she can't hurt anyone. While she's meditating she has a vision of a man named Kang the Conqueror and she realizes that every universe is in trouble. But she's stranded in the universe she's in. She begins reaching back through the multiverse, trying to call for help

[yuukannahito98]

The end of my journey...

Okay, after a journey that I had traveled for 6 years, I arrived at a state where I would end everything. Even though I was so ready, so ready if I had to write the ending of this story as MaouxChiho, I never thought it would ended so much worst like this.

Not only disappointed with vol 21, I even like being slapped. It's not about whether I've read the whole novel or not, but even I don't want to know the full volume like this. and for me, who always believes in the stories made by Wagahara, believing that he will be the person who will make the main character live happily, I felt so betrayed. Wagahara is the person who always makes Emi a character who has serious inner heart problems than the others, but it turns out that he will also be a person who only uses those as bait.

Not because of maouemi. No. Not because of that. It was because when even I found out that Emi, one of the main characters, one of our favorites, ends up like this. Like an item that has only been used. No proper ending, no proper happiness, no proper confession, and still doing everything even if that must to sacrifice her own feelings to the one she love.

Wagahara was great. Really great. can make other people fall in love with the character, but willing to destroy the character in the end. Which makes the reader can do nothing but accept.

When I reread all of my posts on this tumblr, I didn't know what to do, so I laughed. Large, enormous. It's not us who make it up, even if we didn't thinking anything, all of that affectionate words from that damn demon, Wagahara's words, that were uttered by him when he described Emi's feelings, turned out to be all just anglers.

Not only that, the plot in vol 20, which can be said to be very beautiful, as if all of it was just a fishing rod, a commercial tool. And then after faith in 2 years waiting the series, suddenly wagahara gives a very different version of every character except Emi and Alas-ramus, at the end of the story. I even feel sick. what's with this ending ?!

Maou and Chiho, really, I am so happy for you both. You guys deserve each other..

I didn't even think he could turn Maou into someone we really hates in volume 21. As for Chiho, I am so done with her. There's something wrong with her. there is no way some highschool girl who dreamed her love will be a man with harem while she still at a first place from that harem. And not only that, suggesting your friend, Emi, to be the one of that harem of the man she loves. Yeah, some kind of sick selfish pleasure.

Not only that, at the end, the person who was going to Maou to go outside (apparently it was not a date, but it was also very confusing till Lunacain surrendered) it turned out to be another random woman, a person we don't even know who, but that person was often in history call of Maou. Can't you believe it? After all the feelings and developments that had occurred between Emi and Maou, Maou finally chose one person who he would easily forget and didn't even know about her plans to leave at all and just was about to go focused on other random women. No wonder Kaori (Chiho's friends) upset. Can't you believe? I'm so done. ah, but ... anyway, Chiho said she didn't mind sharing, right? Did you see how perfect this couple would be?

Oh my, what kind of bullshit is that? What kind of love is that? As an ex-shipper of maouemi, as a person who has followed, and analyzed their relationship in 6 years, to know the ending with Maou having this kind of shit relationship with .... I don't even know with who anymore, it's really a big slaps.

How wonderful Wagahara could be...

You know, Even Emi, can't express her feelings directly to Maou. Instead Chiho was the one who had to say that to Maou ... what was that. I'm okay if from the beginning of their relationship there was no progress at all, but even Suzuno got rejection and recognition, what happened to Emi?

And then Wagahara still have the gut to give us that kiss, no what's the point of it? If wagahara plans to get Maou and Chiho together, why do you bothered to write Emi only to make her feels hurt in the end? Do you hate Emi all this time? Is this your true feelings? Are all the feelings you wrote about Emi's character just a trap? No. Is that how you really feel? Do you really think that seeing Emi destroyed is very interesting? to the extent that you leave Emi and Alas-ramus, while other characters have their own good ending. Even the relationship between Chiho's friends, who I don't even know their name, get a happy ending (wait, there's something between them? who is that again?) maybe their scene is only 1 sheet or several lines anyway.

I can't believe I walked in and played on other people's traps for 6 years. I can't believe I didn't see this happening, the fact that there was a chance that Wagahara would end up giving Emi and Alas-ramus a bad end. Even worse than the end of the harem. no, much worse.

Hataraku-Maousama is the first series that has made me like this. Create analysis, content, publish it, write fanfic which has now been read by thousands of people, getting dozens of reviews. Makes me save up and ready to buy all the books. But it ended up with me being completely let down, didn't I.

No. I don't care about ship at all. but because I found out how unfortunate this main character will end. Why don't you make Emi and Alas-ramus live on Ente Isla happily? No. You can't do it, because you're also confused about Maou and Alas-ramus and Emi relationship that you've built for more than 8 years. Even Chiho also said that right? that we can't see other random man together with Emi, and there is also Alas-ramus. but, by force, you choose this kind of shit ending. Emi wasn't even mentioned at the end of the story. What the hell? Now we will know that Emi will be a young mother who is alone until the end of her life. I am wasting so much feelings just to get this. I am so done.

At the end, this is my last post for Hataraku-Maousama...

Plus, you may also notice that there are some posts on this tumblr that I deleted. I can't guys. this is will be my last post about this series, even there's still anon who asking about Hatamaou, but no. To make it clear, this is the last thing I will post for Hataraku-Maousama.

But you know what? I'm going to make another fanfic. I'll make it up. And no. I won't make a fanfic where Emi and Maou end up together. No, I'm going to make a fanfic (with multiple chapters of course) about Alas-ramus and Emi, where they will live happily and perfectly, with other men, instead of Maou, who only could watches them from afar.

And for the first time I'm not doing this for Wagahara and this series, no. I do this so that at least, people who share the same feelings with me will feel a little justice. Thank you for ending this story Wagahara, now we will take Emi and Alas-ramus away. Since you didn't even mention her till the end of stories, then I guess you can't complain on this one.

Wagahara, you can deal with all those 145 haters on twitter, even if you said to rewrite your volume, no I wouldn't be that easy to believe you anymore.

So, beside about my fanfic, I'm not going to write anything more about Hataraku-Maousama again. I will only focus on the next story that I will follow, namely Dr Stone and Spy x family.

Even if I find a better story in the future, Emi Yusa will still be my only and only one favorite heroin...

So guys, for Emi, I'm going to start this fanfic. A fanfic where the lives of Emi and Alas-ramus improve after the appearance of another man in their lives, to the point of making Maou jealous but helpless to approach them again. because why not? Maou could easily forget about Chiho and go out with another woman in vol 21, being jealous of Emi and Alas-ramus is not a difficult thing.

So, in September, I will start making this fanfic.

The Hero and Her Child: Together Reaching Their Happiness

So, I'll say it from now on, in that fanfic, Maou won't end up with Emi, he will just be a character who might be as in Emi's position in vol 21? Or so much worst. And of course the character who will become MC in this fanfic are the character that appear on LN as well.

With the title:

The Hero and Her Child: Together Reaching Their Happiness

Coinciding when vol 21 ended, Emi's daily life with her daughter, Alas-ramus, became a little different after Alas-ramus entered her elementary school years. She, who saw the loneliness in her mother's eyes, tried to fill the emptiness in her mother's heart. One day, Alas-ramus's meeting with someone from the past changed their daily lives. But who would have thinking, the person who Alas-ramus thought would not interfere, instead became a great opponent she had to deal with! This is a story about the relationship of a mother and child!

And even though I'm still not sure about it....

A fanfic which I took from Hataraku-Maousama Highschool manga series; I will try to continue update that, since there is nothing wrong with the ending, and it is not a work by Wagahara either, so maybe I will continue it!

So for those who expecting maouemi, that's the last thing I can do. And I am not even sure, I'll updated that fanfic series where Maou and Emi in the Hataraku-Maousama highschool manga.

Because in that story, Maou is still a completely a nice person right?

Afterwards....

I'm sorry, friends, I love Alas-ramus and Emi too much, I don't want them to end up like this in the main series. But I am so done with Maou, I don't want to let him (hataraku maou version of vol 21) even to touch them. So I am sorry but I will not change my opinion about this, I hope you understand.

And also, thank you for your supporting me in this story, and sorry if I've led people to a false hope.

Thank you again for you guys who always be with me and the other Emi's fans! And please wait for the next content about Spy x family as well as Dr. Stone!

For this, I will say I am no longer fans of maouemi pairing in Hataraku-Maousama LN anymore. And I am not Hataraku-Maousama LN series fans anymore. Because of that, let's continue a new pages together as Emi's fans and Spy x Family, as well as Dr. Stone fans!

Bye, Minna! I will see you in the next time!

*Illustration from Mangaka of Hataraku-Maousama and no. I won't continue reading that manga as long as that Wagahara still meddling it plots

Edit: I am sorry guys. As what I said before, this is will be the last post for Hataraku-Maousama. Because of that, for everyone who sending me a questions, I won't answer any of them. Hope you guys understand. Thank you very much. 🙋

Edit again: Okay guys, I know it's very disappointed about Wagahara bait us and even still use this pairing as commercial reason. But please, if you want to give your opinion, don't use any harsh or rude comments such as death threats or something like that. or worst, even sent it to another illustrator from their new series. I read a review on bookwalker Japanese, even when they're unpleasant with the ending as well but they still use an appropriate words. there's a law for it and if Wagahara take it seriously, you will get a law for it. You must believe me I am understand your feelings, but please don't go too far. If you want to give your opinion, that's your choices I can't tell you what you must to do because I know you have a rights to so so, but please just at least use an appropriate words if you want to send it personally at Wagahara. Thank you and I hope we can get over and forget about it as soon as possible. 😧

[sinnabonka]

Hey Hun! Lots of love to you. For starters I wanted to say that there should be no cell in your body blaming yself in any way. You and your blog were hope for so many people. You were the "you are not crazy" of the final weeks, and I'm forever grateful to you. Instead of dying of anxiety I managed to have a blast in this time of waiting, thanks to you. I passed my master thesis, because you gave me strength to see past the fear. I laughed in those weeks more than in last 5 years, and all of it because of the hope you gave me.

The rest of the msg is going to be pretty emotional rant about the awfulness of it all, and I know my opinion doesn't matter to anyone but I wanted someone important to me to hear my thoughts, if that's ok. It's also ok if you don't want to read it ofc. It's like my breakup letter to the show.

I hear many people cheering for the finale and i find it really hard to deal with. I always considered myself an open person who fights for healthy love as the only redeeming quality of the universe. I could see people's point of view, even if it didn't sit well with mine, and I would always try to hear them out respectfully until they weren't being respectful themselves. That said, I'm fully unable to understand cheering for this type of spiteful content and hearing those cheers makes me feel like the entire world is listening to "this is how you treat your fans, this is how to abuse your power over naive sheep, this is how to keep dumb, hopeful minorities in check" and taking notes.

It also upsets me that the people who gave this show all of themselves and tried to understand it to the core are given no resolution, are spitted on and buried under the rug for doing their best to appreciate the art and the story it was telling. Yet people, who just hang around and watch the show doing the dishes, with no consideration to it's story or characters, got as nonsensical ending as their whole idea of character development in SPN.

I know people say that it was good enough, because it leaves space for guessing and own interpretation, but I feel it's really undermining the extend to which the finale was awful and hurtful to the fans. There is no end that realistically could stop fanfic writers from finding way around it in the world of Supernatural, so saying it was thoughtful of them Is like excusing abusive partner because "they could hit me harder, but they didn't. That means they care"

Lose ends, characters being written in a way that is totally not true to them and their development (personally my biggest allegation), dismissing years of story development, proving that it was all 'queerbaiting' in big part in the end (hell, even the whole "Cas is in heaven so do with it what you will" is a shameful way of appalling to LGBTQ community after using them so hard.

In the pie scene, the roles should be swapped, it's Dean who should say that Cas is on his mind and Sam explaining him that it's only right to keep on living doing good in their name. That's what Dean told Sam at the beginning of the season, when Sam lost Rowena, so it would be at least a bit poetic. This would at least give us some truth from Dean for once, but he died how he lived, in shadow of his fear to be true towards his feelings and needs. And as he died, he bound his little brother to the hunting till the end of his days, by guilting him into it on his deathbed. Guess Dean took after his father.

Have you realised what that emotional "love speech" from Dean to Sam resulted in? It was writers taking back Cas' confession after they didn't need our viewership anymore.

They basically gave us love confession to get us to follow the finale and when they didn't need us anymore, not only they didn't commit to the confession, but they undermined it by having Dean's speech to Sam go the way it did with obviously higher emotional charge, successfully taking back the value of Cas' confession and making it about a bait for "Tumblr idiots"

Finale killed my feelings towards Destiel, not because it wasn't confirmed canon, but because from what I see in the episode, they canonically confirmed that

- for Dean, Cas was only means to an end, which is such an awful way of ending Cas' character arc. They gave him everything he was scared of and nothing close to consolation price and they dare to tell us he had a happy ending, "because they said so". Well, I didn't see him being happy, and knowing what i textually know i can empathise enough to say that he faced a miserable finish. Even Chuck got an end that was better than Cas' fate.

- Dean, given power to do anything he could dream of, chooses to not even greet Cas, after Cas gave his whole life to Dean, told him he loved him and died for him. I know some people consider the little smirk of Dean confirmation of his feelings, but let's be real for just a second. If someone you deeply loved for years confessed to you, told you they thought you don't love them back, you would be freaking running to see them and tell them how much you love them. That smirk to me reads as "I'm relieved to know you're not going to spend eternity in mega hell that i left you in" and we really need to stop giving credit to writers for scraps like this when it's the last episode ever and we know this isn't going anywhere.

Not to mention that by having Jack bring Cas back behind the scenes it just highlights the fact that Dean didn't ask him to do that in episode 19.

As result, I'm unable to look at any Destiel scene and not think "in here Cas already loved him and in here Dean already abuses the power he had over Cas, because of his one-sided love"

And yet, the episode and endgames for everyone (maybe not Sam, but he was seriously pinning for Dean his entire life. Wincest much?) managed to be so bad, that not even bringing Cas back or following up on Destiel would make a difference in my eyes. I know you believe that Destiel would save it, but for me as much as it would be a redeeming quality, it wouldn't be enough to save this awfulness that writer doomed characters with.

And all the Wincest scenes in the finale... I low key expected them to make out and it made me feel physically sick. Also, cutting Misha out because of coronavirus is a cheap excuse. We all know better than to believe that, so let's not fall for the self pity play from the abuser.

If you managed to stay with me till this point, thank you so much for hearing me out. I hope i didn't anger you with my monologue. I will always think of the lamp when i think of you. The reality is that you were the lamp for so many of us in this darkness.

Love you so much, wish all the best to you, take care of yourself and stay safe!

Oh my god, if I didn’t cry with the final, I definitely am crying now. And now I have to explain my partner why I’m staring at my laptop and sobbing ugly. What have you done? 

First of all, I hear you pain, my friend! I share it! I didn’t spend a second after the final without the feeling of my heart being shuttered into million pieces, being stitched back just to break again, and so on and so on. 

I had my first panic attack in two years yesterday, when I kept thinking about the message the show sent to the fandom via Dean’s fate. I have a few posts in my draft on the matter, but I am not sure I will ever share them, because it is one strong depresso, and I don’t think people following me should see how fucked up it really is (if they didn’t get it by themselves, of course). 

I want to remind you, my gentle soul, that the story belongs to us. We know Dean, we know Cas, we know Sam and others. We know that the final is not who they are! I know it’s hard to ignore the text, the canon, because it’s kinda godsent, but the truth is essential. And the final is not the truth.

The truth: 

Cas loves Dean, he sacrificed himself for him, he saved his life on multiple occasions, he told all those beautiful things and he meant every word.

Dean loves Cas, he was on his lowest every time he lost him, Cas was his “big win”, his best friend, his brother, his white light that lead him out of his anger, hatred and despair. He took a dog and called it Miracle, he was looking for a job to retire from hunting, he didn’t kill Chuck - all of that, because the sacrifice Cas made was not in vain! The message was clear. 

I choose to ignore the “Carry on”, the only attention it is going to get is me creating 20 more mails just to put a one star review there and to drop some more salty or bitter comments with it. Maybe I will read through some reviews, too, add them to my collection. 

Maybe I will one day write here an article from scriptwriting perspective how fucked up in was, because that’s what I can do about it, without throwing up. 

If you can’t ignore it, I understand it. It is painful, it is disrespectful, I hate it as much as you do, probably. 

If there’s anything I can do for you to feel better, just drop me a message, we can talk about it. I am on the lowest, too, but maybe we can help each other.

You say I was your lamp. Let me lead you our of the darkness one more time <3 

CW can suck my metaphorical dick (I’m tagging every angry post with it), but Supernatural is not just the show on CW, it’s a big family. 

And you can’t give up on it! You can’t give up on Dean and Cas, you can’t give up on Destiel! It’s so much bigger then the show itself.

Rediscover the show for yourself, remind yourself that Dean and Cas are real, it was never one sided, it was always something amazing. 

What is real? We are.

Don’t you ever change.

I rather have you, cursed or not.

It’s love, hun, and love always wins. 

[robyndehood]

My Son's Story (pt. 1)

DISCLAIMER: I Know it's a bit of a long read, but it's important. Please read. I promise it isn't boring. Thank you!

Hi Everyone,

Intro

This is my first real attempt at Tumblr. Please contact me if anything I post violates a rule or is not considered appropriate. Anything I post, I truly mean no harm nor offense to anyone. But I need to write daily again to regain my gift and share it with the world. I have been working on my version of the "great American novel" for years. As a child, I was well on my way to becoming a successful author, but people had other ideas for my career path - and to put it bluntly - my contribution to society. Writer's block set in and then what was second nature to me - creative writing, became a lost skill. Or maybe a distant memory. Writers know that half the struggle as an artist is the dilemma of our own aspiration towards perfection. But nothing is perfect. It is a social construct and the antithesis of true beauty.

The Ultimate Birthday Gift

So, that said, let's talk about my son. He's three - he's actually turning four in December. He was born on my birthday and has been the greatest gift that I have ever received. I won't pretend that he is perfect or even generally compliant with my directions. But he's loving. He's empathetic. He's brilliant. He's beautiful. And most of all, he is the sweetest person I have ever met.

I am going to go slightly off-topic for a bit; just to paint the full picture. I don't want to ramble and I am definitely a believer that a short and to the point message is almost always far superior to a long and complicated message. But bear with me because this snippet of the backstory is essential. And my son's story is important.

Appalachia

We live in Pittsburgh, part of the Appalachian Mountain Range. There is no other way to say it than the unadulterated, ugly truth of it - Pittsburgh is racist. Very racist. Beyond that, there is a general lack of common courtesy to outsiders, customers of businesses, other patrons in stores, etc. And the rudeness, is actually pretty much unrelated to the racism. It sounds strange and surely, minorities who are on the receiving end of it would certainly assume that racism was the reason why they said "excuse me," "thank you," etc. and about half the time are ignored like they're a ghost. But don't get it twisted - there are many times the aforementioned behaviors by many Pittsburghers IS induced by racism AND a lack of common courtesy and manners. You see, their deep-seated tribalism is indoctrinated into many Pittsburghers so completely from a young age that they know no different. It would be difficult for them to understand this article and I'd bet anyone ten bucks that if enough PIttsburghers read this post - they will attack my analysis of Pittsburghese culture as though the post itself is a blitz on the entire city.

Brown or White?

I am latin and there aren't many latins in Pittsburgh. But when we moved to Pittsburgh when I was in seventh grade, people knew my last name. Summer had just passed and I do get brown. I can get brown very quickly in the right type of sun and I get brown eventually in the sun that exists in cloudy and northern Pittsburgh. In seventh grade, some boys decided it would be funny to call me "estupido," and up until two years ago, I avoided sun exposure that would reveal my "brownness" like the plague.

Subversive, Subconscious, and Secret Racism

So, not long after I started that strategy, I was treated as white. (Side note: latins can be any race; but it seems that societal constructs are seeking to change this long accepted designation and categorize latins as some in between, brown race and not an ethnicity. To be honest, I am ok with that and now proud to be latin.)

The reality of being treated white in Pittsburgh for many years was that I learned what white people actually said when they were only with other whites. The most common thing that was said was one white person mumbling to other white people that someone was a "dumb n******" or a "dumb monkey." I've heard white adults refer to children who were black as "n***lets." But it was always this crocodile smiling through their teeth behavior. They'd never dare say it to a black person. Instead, they'd just indirectly discriminate against them.

I do have to mention that by no means do all Pittsburghers behave this way. It's just too many of them. I don't know the percentage, but if I had to guess I'd say - 50% plus.

Yes, Racism Happens All The Time Even if You Don't See it Happen

Many white people will tell you that racism is gone because they don't ever observe it and Obama was president - a black president. Therefore, everything is now over. I can admit that I have experienced my share of discrimination when my skin darkens. But I had no clue how bad it was for black people out here until my son became the recipient of the ugliness of it all. To me, racists are by definition ignorant cowards; so it makes sense they'd pick on a small boy whose only family is his mother.

Evil Always Starts Slowly

If one reviews history, every evil dictator or regime began slowly chipping away human rights. By the time the citizens realized the dire state of their country, it was too late. Their freedoms were already taken away and mechanisms to fight back had also been methodically erased.

When my son was born - a boy who is half African (his father (if you want to call him that since he is basically not involved) is from Ghana); no issues arose for the first two and a half years. But then the indirect discrimination started. The same rules that applied for white children didn't apply to him. I could give so many examples. But let's just say, as a rambunctious boy, if my son mimicked a white boy's same rambunctious behavior, we were confronted and the white family was not confronted.

One day I made an appointment for my son's hair to get cut at Philip Pelusi. They made the appointment knowing that he was only two and a half. The receptionist let me know that the stylist was a "Grade A Stylist," so I would have to pay more. I was fine with paying more; cool. After the appointment was made, I mentioned to the receptionist that my son was mixed race. We ended the call and I began to get my son ready to leave. Within ten minutes, the salon called back and informed me that they didn't/wouldn't cut my son's "type of hair." I promptly returned the call and explained his hair was curly, that's all. They blatantly lied and told me that the stylist doesn't cut ANY curly hair. Right. So, if a white lady came in with curly hair she would be turned away? I doubt it. Either way, the stylist is "Grade A." She is also licensed to cut hair by the state. Shouldn't a requirement for state licensing require one to know how to cut all "types of hair"?; I saved the recording, by the way, and still have it.

As months progressed, little by little wherever my son and I went in "white areas," we felt hostile vibes. Other incidents occurred that couldn't be proven as racial discrimination, but I knew. Whites behaved as though my son didn't deserve to be around them.

Southern Hospitality

We traveled down south a few times in the past year. Yes, some of the south is very racist still to this day. But not where we drove. Suddenly people responded when we said "excuse me," "thank you," etc. No white families prevented my son from playing with their children. No one told me my son was a nuisance or put out that vibe.

The Lesser of Two Evils?

But we had to come back each time because we live here and I've been working my way out of the projects that I have lived in for four years. Shootings. Open drug use and sales. The smell of crack in the hallways. Infestations in other apartments that come our way no matter what we try. People peeing on the hallway floors. Yes, seriously. Young children being encouraged to bully and beat up other kids. Children stealing or attempting to steal my son's toys because their mothers buy them none. Gamgmembers as young as twelve.

So, I concluded: "yes, we will move, but until then, we only sleep in our apartment and we do not play at the projects' playground." I figured IF I saved a certain number of money since I have a car that I saved for and bought last year, we would make it in our new, chosen city (Tampa or Jacksonville).

But then the racism against my son in the "white playgrounds" became worse. One day he was playing with a five year old boy at an indoor playground. The mother had no issue with it. The father of the boy arrived half an hour in, promptly scooped the boy away from my son, and told his son that he had told him he was not to "play with n*****s." My son couldn't understand why he could no longer play with his new friend and kept calling to him, "friends again!" while sobbing because he thought he had upset the boy. I had to leave with my son because of it.

Another time, a ten-year-old boy taunted my son on an outdoor playground and called him a "dumb monkey." My son first attempted to yell, "I NOT DUMB MONKEY," a few times; but the boy persisted and even smirked in my direction. My son ran to me and asked me to make the boy stop. No parent in sight and again, I just had to leave with my son.

Enough is Enough

Finally, last month or so, my son and I were at our usual laundromat doing laundry. We had finished. My son skipped a few steps in front of me and tried to open the glass door but couldn't push the bar to open it because of his height. He placed (yes, placed..lightly) his foot on the door to try to give it a bit more of a nudge. I was a few seconds behind him so just pushed the door open and we went to our car to load our clean laundry into it. In retrospect, I saw an older white male go next door to the beer store right after we walked out of the laundromar. The beer store employee approached us as I loaded my laundry into my car and then intended to leave.

The beer store employee told me he was getting "reports that kids were kicking glass." He said kids. Plural. And what he said made me envision a bunch of grade school kids kicking around broken glass on the sidewalk or parking lot. I responded calmly that "I have one kid and he's been with me the whole time. He wasn't involved." The beer store employee wanted drama to transpire. It was obvious. He said in a threatening manner: "Just so you know, I have cameras." My son and I exchanged glances because we were confused. What kids? Kids were kicking glass. Where? What glass?

Again though, I calmly responded that my son wasn't involved and he should check his cameras. He told me he was calling the cops. So I got my three-year-old son in his car seat and set a time limit of ten minutes to wait. We weren't running when he didn't do anything. The cops of course showed up about a minute later. It's ridiculous because in our projects (different police department than the laundromat police department), there have been shootings where children were outside playing when several clips were emptied into crowds and the police station is a block away. I know people called and it took an hour for them to arrive on scene.

Long story short, the laundromat cops knew it was a bullshit call. The supposed "kicking glass" was because my son placed his foot on the door to try to open it when we were LEAVING. The police eventually informed us that was the alleged "kicking of glass." There was no kicking that happened. The door wasn't even dirtier, let alone damaged because my son tried to use his foot to open the door. Lightly, by the way.

Even though the police were kind to my son, for the next week, my usual gregarious child was terrified to go anywhere. He eventually told me it was because "the cops will chase me and take me to jail because I bad guy now."

He's over it now. Mostly.

But we still have to pick between the craziness of playing at our aforementioned projects or going to a "white playground" and risking my son being rejected. It's usually a 50/50 shot that he will be rejected. If he gets rejected, he gets very upset.

Again, these are problems we never faced on our travels down the southern eastern seaboard. We didn't get treated like this at the destinations or on the journey by car to and from the destinations.

I knew we were living in an extremely racist and rude area, but one day I found this. It's a map delineating the results of a study conducted by Google and others regarding the level of racism in different parts of the country.

I already knew this much. But it's good to know I'm right that we are in the worst part of the U.S. for racism and the kindness we received traveling to those certain southern states was no illusion. And I did ask locals before I found this map if I was right that people are kinder to all colors in whichever given area.

Not the Worst Thing That Happened But the Last Straw

People talk a lot about Karens these days. This lady looked like she jumped right out of a Karen meme. My son was two feet away from her while we waited in line and she said as obnoxiously as possible: "Can you handle this? Please get him out of MY space." Yeah, I didn't let it go. At all. Her argument was that she said "please" so it's OK to make my son feel like a "this" and not a little boy. I held him while he sobbed. Long story short, I decided right then anywhere has to be better than this.

It isn't me just knowing people are being nasty to my son and I'm upset. He understands. He had an evaluation for something and he tested very well. He cried about each of these incidents. He just wants to make people smile and make friends.

So, next month we are going for it. I'm no where close to the aforementioned goal. I have some savings. We may end up in shelters at first after savings dry up in a few weeks. But we cannot survive up here. Nor can we advance here.

Side Note

I wrote this mostly to inform others of the status quo and reality of racism and the real effects it has on one tiny boy. And I know it will just get worse if we stay since it's this bad already.

But if you anyone knows of any resources to help us get on our feet in a month in Tampa or Jacksonville (Tampa is my first choice, but either one.) I have applied for housing, even though I didn't and don't want to go back to projects; but I'd take one down there over watching my son endure so much pain any day of the week.

Ok, so final part: I'm going to say upfront I feel extremely awkward with this paragraph because this isn't my way (years before my son was born I was homeless for a stint and never sat with a sign or a cup. Just couldn't do it), but for my son, I'm going to drop my cashtag here. Everyone is struggling and I know there are people with much worse problems. I appreciate anyone who has read this far and can help spread the reality of what I wrote about. That's the reason for the article; but if help is received at all because of it, we would be grateful but it's definitely a far second most important reason for the post. Here it goes, for my baby, in case it'll change his life and give us that better foot up, here it is: $RobyndeHood

[bxmbiiii]

Detention (M)

(A/n: This is my first smut that I wrote a year ago, but I’m posting it now (crazy right?). This was requested by a associate of mine (I wrote it for her) so if you see it on her wattpad or tumblr, no I didn’t steal it. I did, however, polish, tweak, and clean up the smut part mostly because, when I looked at it before it was cringey as hell.)

Jimin's Pov

BRRING!

"Class is dismissed."

I huffed a breathe of relief that this godforsaken class was over.

'Finally get to leave this hell hole'

"Not you Mr. Park."

'Fuuuck'

"What could I have possibly done this time Mr. Min?" I asked rolling my eyes" and slumping in my seat.

Mr. Min arrogantly smiles, showing off a cute- 'What the hell is wrong with me? Cute? Hell no!'

Mr. Min Yoongi is my stupid, fucking annoying, Algebra teacher. This class happens to be the last of my day, which makes it the longest. 'Yay me!' If you couldn't detect the sarcasm already, no, I don't like him...

Okay maybe I do, but it's hard when your highschool teacher is hot as fuck, but tortures you every second they get. So what if I might fall asleep during his class, or forget to turn in homework most of the time? It doesn't mean he gets to pick on me about it, and call me out in front of the whole class does it? I just wish-

"MR. PARK!" a loud ass voice suddenly screeches at me. I jump in surprise and I'm met with Mr. Mins crotch in front of my face. I slowly look up into those dark brown sexy eyes, and I feel my face slowly start blushing profusely.

"Mr. Park have you been listening to anything I've been saying for the last five minutes?" He questions me, pink lips twisting into a devastatingly hot smirk.

".....no." I speak up meekly.

"I said 'If I catch you breaking anymore classroom rules this semester I will punish you.' Now go on home before your parents start worrying." He casually backs away from my desk, turning around, and heading towards his desk.

'I will punish you.' The words ring in my ears and I quickly feel myself get hard. My eyes were glued to his ass, hugged tightly in sleek black dress pants. l felt my dick harden in my pants a little more, as I hurriedly began putting my books together. I stood up when finished, and made my way to the classroom door.

My hand was on the door knob when, "Also Mr. Park?", I turned my head to the left quickly, facing Mr. Min. "Make sure to get a good nights sleep." He flashes me a quick gummy smile, which almost makes me cum in my pants, and I leave out the door quickly.

'Great, now I gotta jerk off when I get home, before starting on homework'

(Next Day)

'I'm in Mr. Mins class again, reviewing our unit for an upcoming test, when some bitch starts bothering me'

"Hey....Pssst!" The voice to my right tries to grab my attention.

"Hey, Jimin. Jiiimiiiiniiie~. Jim-" the voice gets cut of by, you guessed it me.

"What in the hell do you want?" I whispered, whipping my head sharply to the right to be met with Jungkooks (a young ass kid who's in my class for some damn reason) big ass eyes.

"May I borrow a pencil?" I rolled my eyes.

'Is this bitch serious?'

"No, now stop-"

"PARK JIMIN!" Mr. Min angrily cuts me off.

'Aww shit. Thanks-a-fucking-lot Jungkook'

"Do you have something to share with the class? I thought I had a discussion with you about this behavior yesterday." He says tilting his head to the right, staring into my soul.

"It-" I could hardly get a word out to defend myself, before being cut off again.

"Don't try to bring up petty excuses, as I clearly saw you distracting one of your fellow classmates. If you think that your all mightly and superior then-"

"You know what Mr. Min? FUCK YOU AND THIS CLASS! I wasn't interrupting shit, and you know that as much as I do. I don't understand why you constantly pick on me, but I do know I'm fucking sick of it." My breathe was labored, and face probably as red as a tomatoe after getting everything off my chest.

"You have afterschool detention Mr. Park." Mr. Min eyes me dangerously. He goes back to the white board going over the lesson.

'Fine with me' I roll my eyes and zone out waiting for class to end. The sooner the class ends, the sooner detention will too.

BRRING!

(Jimins Pov)

I slump in my seat as I eye everyone (especially Jungkooks dumbass) with envy packing up and leaving the classroom.

A good silent ten minutes go by, and I find myself starring at Mr. Min. I let my eyes trail over his god-like face. Nicely kept dark eyebrows,and a small slightly widened, round nose. His lips were small, but full and deliciously pink. His bottom lip was caught in underneath his teath. His skin was a smooth ivory, with a light tan, and he had an upside-down diamond shaped face, with jawline that could send me to heaven. His eyes.....were looking straight at me.

'Fuck, I got caught'

"Do you see something you like Mr. Park? Or should I say Jimin?" He asked me with an alluring tone.

"N-no. I just had something on my mind that's all."

(Yoongi's Pov)

'He thinks I can't tell....cute'

Jimin is a student of mine, a student I very much enjoy. Yes, I may pick on him in class, but seeing him get flustered after is arousing. I get hard sometimes just by the way he bites those plump lips of his. God that hair. It looks so soft, and I wouldn't mind pulling on it while I hit it from behind.

'A simple session wouldn't hurt, would it? But I'm his teacher, I would get in trouble if caught.’

*watches Jimin bite his lip out of anticipation*

'Fuck it, I'm catching that case.'

(Narrators Pov)

Yoongi stands up abruptly from his chair, making Jimin flinch slightly in fear. Jimin could see Yoongi’s eyes grow dark with lust, and felt his cock slowly become hard. Yoongi made his way to Jimin’s desk. Jimin faced downwards, unable to look Yoongi in the eyes without the erection in his jeans getting harder.

Yoongi shot out his right hand, cupping Jimin’s chin, and jerking his head up to meet his eyes. Jimin’s large innocent eyes, staring back in to his, made his own cock hard.

“Go lock the door.” Yoongi’s deep voice vibrated throughout the classroom, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine, directly to his cock. With the quickness, he shot up out of his seat, and headed towards the door.

‘Click’

As soon as the door was locked Jimin felt Yoongi’s presence behind him. He could feel Yoongi’s erection on his ass, and it excited him.

Yoongi lowered his head right beside Jimin’s ear and spoke huskily, “ You’re gonna obey every single command I give you. Got it?”

“Y-Yes.” Jimin replied shakily.

Yoongi snaked his hand around Jimin’s waist and roughly palmed his erection, “Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy~”, Jimin groaned, his head automatically rolling back onto Yoongi’s left shoulder.

He smirked, “Good boy. Turn around, on your knees, now.”

Jimin turned around, and quickly dropped to his knees. Now face to face with Yoongi’s erection. He looked up into Yoongi’s face, as if to ask permission to unbuckle his pants. Yoongi nodded his head, and Jimin immediately started to undo Yoongi’s belt. He successfully pulled down his pants, and was met with a mouth watering sight. Yoongi’s cock was large and hard. The tip was bright red, precum deliciously leaking from it. Jimin licked his lips in anticipation, he wanted to taste him.

“Fucking hell. Suck me off al- ooh fuck~” Before he could finish his sentence, Jimin’s tongue was already pressed against his tip, kitten licking.

“Don’t fucking tease.” Yoongi warned. His hand shot down towards Jimin’s head, gripping his fiery red hair, when Jimin took him completely in his mouth. Yoongi’s groans filled the spacious classroom, and Jimin bobbed his head to and from. Relaxing his throat, Jimin swallowed around Yoongi’s cock, earning a loud gutteral sound from Yoongi. Jimin breathed carefully through his nose, his face now red and doused in tears. Once again he swallowed around Yoongi’s cock.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled out, “I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re going to take it, okay?” Jimin nodded and opened wide. Yoongi shoved himself into Jimin’s mouth once again, causing Jimin to gag slightly.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Yoongi groaned, causing Jimin to moan in return, sending vibrations throughout Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi then started fucking into Jimin’s mouth at a fast pace. Jimin held onto Yoongi’s thighs as he started thrusting at a fast pace. Jimin soon started to feel his own precum seep through his boxers as he looked up at Yoongi. Yoongi using him to get himself off turned him on. His mint green hair stuck to his sweaty forehead with his head thrown back, and his sharp jaw slacked open, as moans flowed from his mouth. He looked like a God, and Jimin wanted to please his God. So Jimin tighten his lips and sucked hard.

“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck~” Yoongi’s hips stilled as white hot ropes of cum coated Jimin’s throat. “Swallow it.” Yoongi commanded, and of course Jimin obeyed. He smirked when Jimin stuck his tongue out showing his obedience proudly.

“Get up.” Yoongi ordered. As Jimin stood to his feet, Yoongi gripped him by the collar of his shirt and their lips crashed together. Jimin moaned into the kiss as he felt Yoongi strip him of his clothes as their tongues fought for dominance simultaneously. Jimin disconnected their lips and began to suck bruises into the side of Yoongi’s neck, moans now loudly projected in his ear. Yoongi pulled Jimin off him, staring at him for a while, before dragging him towards his desk and sliding everything to the floor.

He layed Jimin on his stomache, “Do you remember the punishment Daddy promised you baby?”, Yoongi questioned into Jimin’s ear licking his earlobe, positioning his length at Jimin’s opening.

“Ye- Ohhhh fuck DADDY!” Yoongi roughly entered Jimin without warning. He tightly gripped his hips, fingerprints sure to leave marks behind, and began to thrust roughly into Jimin.

Snaking one hand around Jimin’s throat and squeezing the sides, Yoongi began to speak in time with his thrusts. “This *thrust* is *thrust* what *thrust* happens *thrust* when *thrust* you *thrust* disobey *thrust* Daddy *thrust*.” Yoongi’s unrelenting speed had Jimin screaming at the top of his lungs.

“I’m sorry Daddy, so fuc-...goo-..aah~” Jimin moaned out his apology, any words after it completely incoherent. He felt the knot in his lower stomache began to unwind.

“Fuck aah...Daddy I-I’m gonna cum~” Jimin warned Yoongi. Yoongi quickly removed his right hand from Jimin’s neck and brought it down towards his cock, gripping Jimin’s neglected length, and stroking it furiously to match his thrusts.

Jimin’s moans rose in pitch, “Cum for Daddy baby boy.”, Yoongi groaned into Jimin’s ear. With that the knot in Jimin’s stomache snapped.

“AHHH FUCK YOONGI! Daddyy~” Jimin screamed loudly cumming all over Yoongi’s hand and desk.

Jimin simultaneously clenched his ass, causing Yoongi to go over the edge too. “J-JIMIN! Aaah~” Yoongi hotly moaned, filling Jimin up with his seed. They stayed in the same position for a while to catch their breathes.

Yoongi then pulled out of Jimin, watching closely as his seed slowly seeped out of Jimin’s ass, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”, causing Jimin to blush hotly. They slowly began to get dressed, and the intense block of silence fell upon them as Yoongi picked up the mess he’d flung from his desk earlier.

Jimin couldn’t stand the silence, so he opened his mouth to speak, “So-”. Yoongi cuts him off with a quick peck to the lips, grabbing Jimin’s hand, “You, me, Saturday at the cafe ‘round the corner at 6pm. Don’t be late.” With that he gathered the rest of his things and left. Jimin stood there dumbfounded, clenching the hand Yoongi had grabbed, he noticed a piece of paper.

‘Call/text me. XXX-XXX-XXXX

~Love M.Y.’

[my-inner-fabulous-pose]

Twitter's Customer Support, Ain't Shit.

Some context.

I've been using Twitter for a while now, about 4 or 5 years. However I have technically had my account much longer than when I had started to actively use it. Apparently when I was about 10 or 11 I decided to make a Twitter account which I promptly forgot about until I decided to make an account again about 4 or 5 years later (2013-2014). Now imagine my surprise when I find that I not only already have an account but said account is from 2009 that I had no knowledge of. Well seeing as it was already there I decided to use it, just refurbish it to erase all the 11 year old from it. I mean it wouldn't let me make another account using the same email so I really didn't have much of a choice.

Turns out that in order to get a Twitter Account you have to be 13 or over meaning my younger self had lied about his year of birth and when I tried to change it to be accurate it wouldn't let me change the date past 1995 (I just set it to that because it was the closest I could get). This would continue for the next 4-5 years up to present time. Ecstatic that I could finally fix the date after all these years of effectively being force to lie about it I quickly changed it it's actual year. Given the fact that I could change it at all to an earlier or later date it stands to reason that they would be no penalty for setting your birthday to something earlier than the date you set originally, right? Wrong. Apparently doing so will result in the system locking your account because it has a record of when your account was created logged and double checks it with the date you created the account automatically, locking you out without warning. So not only am I locked out of my Twitter account, but I'm locked out for something that happened 9 years ago that wouldn't have even happened had a been allowed to make a new account under the same email 5 years ago.

But that's not all. Seeing that this error should be relatively minor and explainable I look to their customer service to clear this up. The link that they provided on the page explaining my locked account and it linked me to this Review Request page where you can have you locked account evaluated and resolved.

They require you enter all your details (the ones used to get the account) and then proof of your identity like a liscence or passport, that they swear they'll delete after use (yeah right).

So I enter in the details and send in a picture of my photo ID and they send me this message saying they'll go over it and get back to me. This was last night.

My sleep schedules all messed up so I stay up all night watching YouTube and surfing through Tumblr to pass the time, while I wait for the response. I figured this could possibly take days so I had prepared to wait it out, but too my surprise I got this response this morning (just before making this post).

Hey guys. Wanna guess who's account still isn't unlocked?

Yup despite getting this response almost two hours ago at the time of making this post I am still locked out of my account despite them having "Restored Access" to my account.

Seeing as this clearly automated system obviously wasn't going to work I turned to doing it the old fashioned way. All I'd have to do is call Twitter's Customer Service center and get this sorted out with an actual employee, that way I can actually explain my situation and get some real feedback and explainations. Well after a bit of search I found Twitter's Customer service number. 415-222-9670. I rung the number and got an pre recorded response telling me to press 1 for customer support, 2 for comunication and 3 for employment verification (useless). So I press 1 for customer support and when I do the automated voice says, and I quote "Unfortunately Twitter does not provide user support over the telephone, to find information and answers to your questions please visit, support.twitter.com. If you are unable to find what you're looking for our help center contains information about contacting or team via email."

If Twitter doesn't supply user support via telephone, THE WHY THE FLYING FRUITY F*** DO YOU HAVE A CUSTOMER SUPPORT LINE IN THE FIRST PLACE?! What kind of backwards ass practice is that?! First you prevent me from making a new account, then you prevent me from fixing the details of the account, for 4-5 years mind you, then once I do finally fix it you automatically lock me out of my account for something that happened 9 years ago that I've been trying to fix this whole time, then when I try to fix it you have me submit personal information and then lie about unlocking my account, and then when I look to your phone support you tell me, "Lol gotcha, we don't actually have phone support. Go send an email Shithead". Twitter can seriously F*** right off with that, I'm not having it.

I still need to unlock my account so I will be sending a email (hopefully it'll reach an actual person who can help me) and I wwill try to remain civil despite my gripes but I just wanted to point out the conga line of bullshit this process have been so far. Twitter needs to get their shit together and I feel that this automated only system needs to seriously be addressed, nuanced problems like this require real human responses. This system is far too harsh and unrelenting, especially when the problem itself is the results of the actions of an 11 year child.

Update:

Apparently there is no email. Besides the email for the communications department (that I'm not even sure works) meaning the only way to get in content with them is through their help center which doesn't allow you to enter enough information to explain you issue in full or start up any kind of dialogue between you and an employee. Why in God's name is there no way to discuss your issue directly with anyone with Twitter. Submitting my ID to Twitter just caused them to change my date of Birth which just trigger the system to automatically lock my account again, abd since I can't explain why the same is wrong if I submit it again the same problem will arise. Effectively my account is stuck in purgatory because Twitter decided it was a great idea to shut out their consumer and automate all their security processes, meaning their is no room to for discerning between cases. In essence I am forced to wait for the miracle of Twitter actually responding to me directly or delete my account and start over from scratch.

If anyone can provide help in any way it would be much appreciated.

[zachbrehany-blog]

Prologue: No Plan.

As I am writing this, I'm sitting on a table in the back kitchen of my job, slowly drinking a cup of black coffee, filled with vapor from my vape. I know it annoys my coworkers, but given the sheer annoyance of their music and their general dislike for me (the cooks, that is), they can survive.

I know I sound bitter, but for that I do apologize. It's not my intention to sound like that in such a way. We are really meeting each other and it is New Year's Eve, anyway. Don't want to leave a bad impression. So, how about I start things the proper way. We are going to be friends, right?

My name is Zach Brehany. I'm 22, a bit odd, kind of have some issues with my mentality and how I process emotions, and this is Tumblr blog number [insert number here]. I wasn't going to try and start a new blog because of past attempts. I would go well for a few weeks, but usually end up screwing up by being a lazy fat ass (okay, I'm not fat per se, but just for sake of conversation, let's just use this expression) and forgetting to write.

But this time, I have decided to do so for a few particular reasons.

First is my issues with writer's block. Naturally, I love to write. Always have. But recently (like the past year or so), I just haven't been able to. Maybe stress? Maybe my job? Maybe because of how my life is like a giant soap opera? Who the Hell knows. But anywhore, I need to get back in the habit of punching out words daily and as such, figure that this might be a good way.

Second is because of YouTube. There are a lot of bloggers I watch and enjoy. Ready to Glare, Otoobach, Jack Merridew, Bobby Burns, Reignbot, Scare Theater, TriggeredTro, Doug Walker, etc. I see them making content, working their asses off, usually just marvel over what they are able to do. So, I figure I do my own version (I would try and actually film myself, but given my cat and how I have a weird voice, it wouldn't work) with typing and words. Works for me.

Third is my best friend. He works with me and gets annoyed pretty Damn fast over how I am constantly talking about films, literature, music, pop culture in general to him with how much detail I go into. Knowing that, might as well turn this into my place for my film reviews, music analysis, literature opinions, and whatever comes out of a brain that was raised on the films of Quentin Tarantino.

Fourth is because of what I'm reading. Currently I'm reading Emilie Autumn's 'The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls'. Given how it's structured as diary entries from a young woman in a mental hospital, I figured I might as well do so in the attempt of trying to figure out something inside of my mind. Plus having an audience would help with that.

Finally, I'm doing this out of my issues with depression, isolation, and self hatred. I want to work on trying to move past such feelings, fears, issues I have. I've tried meditating, yoga, alcohol, weed, CBD oil, all sorts of any multicolor universe of ways to help myself. Nothing has worked for me yet, so might as well make this a last ditch effort.

If anyone wants to try and follow this blog, I'll do my best to update it as much as possible. If you decide to try and go with this, then take my hand and be ready to enter my mind.

Or don't. Up to you.

The title is taken from the EP 'No Plan' by David Bowie.

^^ Me by the way. Yeah, I know: nothing special.