#i want him to be nasty i want him to be vitriolic i want him to be extremely off putting

[redstrewn]

Yes to be evil but i hope we cry w how much of a bitch leanders real personality is

[elliotskii]

I know that this has probably already been said before, but I just need to say how dear Hua Cheng’s ‘San Lang’ form is to me.

Like, I don’t think it’s ever explicit stated why Hua Cheng chose to appear before Xie Lian as he did on the ox cart, but I think that there are many reasons.

The first being that he just really wanted to get close to his god without the fear of being rejected because he was a ghost king. Hua Cheng’s low self esteem (at least in regards to his looks) is something that is very explicitly stated in the novels and is an important factor how he chooses to present himself to Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng has spent his entire life hearing vitriol being spit at him, being told that he is monstrous and deformed. Undoubtedly, he had to do some pretty nasty things in order to firmly establish and maintain his rank as a ghost king. I wonder if he’s still haunted by the things said to him and if the things that he had to do ever made him feel like he’s proving those things to be true.

In being ‘San Lang’ Hua Cheng was able to shed all things that he has done as a ghost king and that past that haunts him and just exist as a companion to his beloved.

‘San Lang’ is who Hua Cheng would be if everything was perfect. He is a smart lordling who has run away from home. He is someone who had a home to run away from and the money to have a proper education. He is not the street rat that was run out of a family that should have loved him because of a superstitious belief and economic stress.

It’s the idea that Hua Cheng has specifically created that body with a vision of a kinder past—a vision of what should have been—that really gets me.

[neetily]

request: whitney degrading+fucking a pc with no self esteem

this is such a perfect request for me THANK YOU for allowing me to indulge a little <3 also this one gets quite mean so like... if you're sensitive, please only read it when/if you're in the right state of mind! (not that i think this is horribly offensive but like... be aware of your own limits please!)

warnings: degradation, public sex, name calling (slut, whore, mutt), references to your dad, photo taking, anal, bullying, spanking, slight whump??? not really. wc: 2,016

"Gross."

The word comes to him so easily, spat out with such honest vitriol that even he's a little surprised with himself. Because he truly fucking believes it. Believes that you're so fucking gross, a disgusting little girl with next to no self esteem— so little, in fact, that you're allowing him of all people to abuse you in the wide open like this, balls deep in your stupid little hole with the flashing camera lights surely leaving you dazzled in the daytime.

You couldn't have picked worse, really.

"Stupid mutt," he follows up with just as much hatred for you, making sure you know exactly where you deserve to be my applying extra pressure to your upper back, intending on forcing your pretty face further against the dirty ground for your own perverse delusions. Face down and ass up, as all dumb dogs should be positioned, he thinks. And to be honest, he thinks that maybe even this position is a little too high and mighty for you. Like the literal dusty ground is too good for you to get fucked upon. Filthy fucking girl. And what's worse is that he knows you'd agree with him. Can't see how truly fucking pretty you really are, begging him like some sort of sentient toy to use you like the slut you are. "S'all you're good for, ain't it?" he smiles at the cameras before him, making sure to punctuate your depravity with a particularly rough thrust forward, humping you closer to the ground just to hear you make those pathetic stupid whines some more. It makes for good cinema, don't you think?

But it's difficult for him to deny your sadistic ways when you feel so fucking good too, in spite of his rude words. Only nasty girls get off so well to being bullied, right? Daddy didn't love you properly, did he? Faux pouting down at you to mock your own that he's absolutely fucking certain you're currently wearing, evident from the high pitched sounds that tumble out of your dirt covered lips. And the way you squirm and jolt on the end of his fat tip, fucking fast and slick into your too tight little asshole because sluts like you aren't worth a proper fucking, is all too tempting to ignore. The bright lights that flash before you certainly can't ignore your pitiful sounds of disgusting enjoyment either, capturing every sleazy detail of your sick and twisted pleasure as he defiles you from behind— you don't deserve to look at him, fucking slut.

Because you're but a mere toy for him. A simple object of desire, something for him to stick his dick into only to soon after forget about. It's what you wanted, isn't it? To be used and nothing else, a dark chuckle creeping past his lips with a click of his tongue at the thought. "Takin' abuse so well," like you were made for it, to be honest. Brought up on such an awful Earth purely to serve as a toy for him, the claw marks in the dirt below you catching his eye for a brief moment before his own nails dig into the fat of your hips and he huffs in annoyance. "Quit tryna run, know y'like this— deserve this, dont'cha?" he taunts you from above, keeping up the brutal pace to inevitably fuck you forward some more, just to place more blame on you for his own awful actions. Heavy balls slapping against your surely sore little cunt in rhythm with his fucks; bet you wish he was inside of it sooooo bad, huh? Wish he was creaming your pretty little pussy instead, making her all puffy and wet with the pre that spills from your tight ass— fuuuuck, and tight it is. Convulsing around his cock as if begging for a break, but the cameras just won't stop. Forced into your stupid sobbing face as you babble nonsense for him, all pretty and high pitched and fucking cute.

"C'mon," he bullies you some more, almost as bad as his cock bullies his imprint against your insides, girth splitting you in two at 12pm on a Sunday. Ridiculous, aren't you? "Tell me, tell the camera you deserve this—" he rudely prompts you, roughly grabbing at your hair to tug your face upwards for the money shot, snot and tears and dirt and all in the glory of the shutter sounds that surround you. Displaying your downright dirty nature on show for all the gawk and laugh at, all while he fucks his cock deeper into your top hole. Because that's all you will ever be to him— just a series of holes for him to fill.

For him to ruin, truth be told. A sickeningly sweet squelch filling the park to rival your own silly sounds, desperate for the depraved attention of not only your apparent adoring fans snapping every single second of your debauchery, but from him, too. Snapping his hips up eagerly against your ass, prompting you into bouncing back against his fucks with every unfair thrust forward. As if fucking you toward the camera, if not for the way his greedy paws pull you right back against him to meet his every thrust. Like the worlds noisiest pocket pussy, submitting to him, fucking back against him, making an absolute show of yourself for him. Like, he knew that your self esteem must have to be pretty low to come begging to him alone to feel good, but to enjoy this whole ordeal on top of things? To actively want him to abuse you in front of God knows how many viewers—live chat must be popping off about now, huh?—to show the whole world for all he cares exactly who you belong to and how fucking gross you are deep down in the perverted little unloved mind; you must be fucked in the head.

Which is probably what makes you so fun to play with, and so satisfying to abuse.

Because you're so receptive to it, crying over nothing like you understand intrinsically that you don't even deserve this kind of treatment. Scum like you? Nah, anal is too good for a whore like this. Begging and sputtering against the hard ground as he dribbles precum in your stretched out hole. Gaping for his fat cock aren't you? Useless beyond this one fact— you can at least take cock pretty well, even if you slobber all over yourself like some kind of bitch in heat.

Fuck, but ain't that hot to think about? Getting your tight asshole fucked raw from behind like a fucking dog, begging for a mounting because you can't do anything else right in your pathetic fucking life. Stupid slut, it's not your fault that you're incapable of anything besides laying there and fucking taking it. Poor mutt, you were just made to take a beating, weren't you? That's all the purpose you've got in your sad excuse of a life, isn't it? Writhing on the literal ground for more of his greedy cock as he suddenly lets go of his grip on your hair, smiling to himself at the way you immediately face plant with an obviously pained sob. The sound of which is like music to his ears, causing his cock to twitch with sheer desperate need to prove to you just how pointless your existence is beyond that of serving him, playing the sordid role of his own personal use toy.

Not that he hears you complaining as such, besides for the fact that your chubby cheeks now surely sting from kissing the gravel so harshly. But he bets you look real pretty with little stone indents and red scratches covering your stupid face, the thought of which has his hips faltering with the promise of marking you up some more. A sick little reminder of all that you're good for, though temporary for now, he'd like to leave a permanent stain of himself on your meagre existence soon enough.

But for now, a couple spanks will suffice. More pain than pleasure he's fucking sure, given how loudly you yelp and attempt to crawl away from his unfair smacks against your already used and abused ass. Hot red streaks of his fingers span across your cheeks, and he can't help but to furrow his brows and huff with affection at how well you wear his hands. Almost as if... It were pretty, which could never be the case for some mutt like you, right? Tears staining the dirt darker, unable to stop riding the fat cock that's currently humping your sore little hole raw— poor thing... You're weird, the lack of self respect as you display exactly just how much you're worth (which is very little, if anything at all) is disgusting. The way you whine and cry for something behind incoherent moans and gasps is awful, and he fucking hates just how nauseatingly obsessed he is with pushing you further down the dark depressive hole of your own self hatred. Addicted to the way you can't get enough of his tutting tone, or his grabby hands, or how he does nothing but mistreat your pretty little body.

Simply because you deserve it.

And it's as you let out a dumb little please; for what? He's not entirely sure. Doesn't think he cares too much either. But it's that single, pitiful plead for something that does him in. Like you're relying solely on him to give you purpose, which is a stupid fucking idea if you haven't noticed by now. Selfishly seeking his own high with stuttering hips and fast fucks, unprecise in his seeking of pleasure, but nonetheless offering you some more mishandling by placing a foul hand on the back of your head and shoving it down to shut you up for once today.

He doesn't even give you the enjoyment of hearing him moan your name as his orgasm arrives, instead spitting expletives down at you as he empties his balls inside of your thoroughly fucked open asshole. Filling you up with seed as some form of reward for not only debasing yourself in front of his friends, but for somehow relishing in the limelight too. That, and for offering him prime wank material later on tonight, his phone already buzzing with plenty sent images and videos of how truly fucking weird and icky you are.

Nothing stops him from continuing to fuck your tight ass as he's spilling seed either, not even the way you swat at his iron grip on your hips or your useless cries for a break. Continuing to fuck his fat load as deep as he can into you despite your protests, in the selfish hope that it'll drip out of you all day long to remind you of what a filthy fucking slut you truly are. That you're worth less than a proper fuck, unable to sit down fully until tomorrow where he'll just have to remind you again. Stretched little asshole twitching around him when he finally settles into a slow pace just before pulling out of you in one swift motion, a string of cum leaving him connected to you as you collapse the ground by his feet in a heap and he finally feels like he can breathe again with a heavy sigh.

"Gross." He repeats his earlier sentiments, wincing at the way you shudder and groan from his rotten abuse. Left in a puddle of fluids of your own making— you look awful. And he kinda loves it. Kinda hates how much he loves it, actually.

So with a final look at the ball you've turned into, all red and teary and rightfully pained, he's sure to give you a final nudge with his foot to make sure you're still alive and kicking. If only to secure you for tomorrows mistreatment too. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after— as long as it takes to fully fucking break you into the perfect little subservient slave.

Because you're no use to him otherwise.

[biancasaidstfu]

FAVE ANON HERE 😏

It’s been a minute since I’ve submitted but after the vitriol I have seen on Twitter this weekend, I felt the need to speak…

First things first, all of us are brought here with one definitive common thread - we are all fans of Bridgerton. If we were not, we would probably not find ourselves in this fandom at all.

With that being said, if you’re on this blog you are probably a fan of both Nicola AND Luke. More than likely, you want them to be together romantically or believe they already are. And if you don’t want any of that, I don’t know why you’re here reading this posts. This is how you become a troll.

You are allowed to be a fan of one and not the other. This is not a dictatorship and no one is holding a gun to your heads. But this is the point where it is VITAL for me to remind you how many times Nic and Luke have a real love for each other and at the core are best friends. WHAT THIS MEANS IS you cannot call yourself a fan of one of them while simultaneously spreading hate and contempt and overall nastiness about the other one all over social media.

Now I have approached the topic of the RUMORED insignificant others. Did you know that there is no general rule of fandom that states if you are a fan of a character performer that you must also become a fan of any performers they may date now or in the future? WHAT THIS MEANS IS THAT no one is required to become Jake’s #1 fan just because the rumor mill wants to say Nic is dating him. Hell no one has to become his #1 fan if Nic herself came out and said she was dating him. Again, there is no need to speak with malice about his looks or his talent all over the internet but you do not have to be a fan. Same goes for the dancer who shall not be named (I know it’s a trigger for many around here). And if they act in deplorable ways - such as the dancer has displayed in the past - you are allowed to speak out on it while using decorum.

This is ultimately bringing me back to why I wrote this today. Tell me why I’m seeing tweets talking about how Jake is a more successful and more talented actor than Luke. Tweets saying Luke can’t act and how amazing Jake is. These tweets are from Bridgerton “fans”. These tweets are from Nicola “fans”. Based on everything I’ve written up until now, the math ain’t mathing on the word “fan”.

I’m not spreading hate to Jake. Fact of the matter, he’s a 24 year old kid almost fresh out of drama school. He has had one season of a failed show on a streaming network riddled with failed shows. He now has a small part in a movie that probably is not even recognized yet out of this fandom and extreme movie fans - if we’re being honest. Luke is 31 and is on his 4th season of one of Netflix’s top shows. He was the male lead last season and the season broke records. He was on a Disney channel show when he was younger. He was on multiple stage shows on the West End. He’s had many other roles in smaller projects and just picked up a lead role in a new film. While it is considered an independent film, it is a LEAD role.

With that evidence laid out, how can anyone actually say with their full chest that Jake is the better and more successful actor? Oh right they can’t. What it comes down to is the fact that the “Jakola shipping” movement is not based on anything more than being an Anti-Luke Newton movement and it is GROSS. No matter what they tell you, there was no “relationship” being universally talked about prior to late summer. On August 25 those festival pictures were released and some very twisted narcissistic people in this fandom took them and ran with them. They created a narrative to help dictate what and who people in this fandom are allowed to discuss online. They’ve bullied creators off of TikTok and Twitter and gaslight the hell out of everyone when called on it. A 24 year old gay man (OMG I SAID IT) is being bullied on the internet and the blame is fully being put on “Lukolas” when the truth is that no one would be paying any attention to him if this narrative wasn’t perpetuated in the first place. (Side note: if you’re sending hate to Jake on behalf of being a Lukola, please stop. Please treat him like you treat every other one of Nic’s male friends. No one should be getting hate.)

The majority of the hate and toxicity in this fandom stems with the Jakolas Jackholes and those who blindly follow and defend a certain creator. I’m not going to say her name because I know how much she gets off on people talking about her (even when it’s bad) AHAH. This is the shit that everyone else is afraid to say out loud but it’s true. And for those of you in that discord reading this to report back, hiiii!

Oh and if anyone has a problem with this and wants to call me out for being on Anon, let me know and I’ll DM you because I’m not afraid. I’m grownup.

Xx

Finally seeing people with common sense!

My fave anon pulls through yet again.

Everyone say thank you fave anon.

[bogleech]

I was reading yet another one of your posts that got derailed by some random with piss-poor reading comprehension skills and I just want to say it seems like you're subjected to what seems like an obscene amount of unwarranted vitriol.

You have my deepest condolences, and I thank you for continuing to answer asks and questions despite the assholes. Stay strong!

The wildest part is how I never put these people down until, sometimes, long after they decided to get pissy and mean first, but then they all start circle jerkin as if I'm the one who got suddenly riled up. I think this is because they generally don't have enough thought about anything to write more than a couple of sentences, so they assume if you provide them paragraphs of information there must be something wrong with you or you're upset. An exception to this is the aforementioned gsirvitor who did in fact write thousands more words to me than I ever did, all about how the movie Starship Troopers makes him want to murder and torture "communists." For real, that's how we crossed paths. Someone else made a post about how the aliens in the Starship Troopers film may have just been defending their territory and Gsirvitor started screaming his head off about how the bugs represent "commies," and all "commies" must be tortured and slaughtered. When I told him he was being stupid he bombarded me with an unbelievable volume of text for over a day, which included rants about how it's natural human instinct to despise anything unfamiliar or strange, how he hopes one day humans will invade and conquer alien planets for real, how much he admires and worships colonialism and how we should "glass" Australia because of all of the scary ugly wildlife. For over a year now his followers have kept posting about me being the fucked up one for disagreeing with him, and that I could only possibly sympathize with invertebrates or other "nasty" organisms if it's a kink. This seems to be where this latest weirdo came from. And these are all ostensibly grown adults actually walking around the real world somewhere. Holey moley.

[moonshynecybin]

What would happen if Marc woke up in a world where sepang never happened...

ooh the classic what would happen if you got everything you wanted scenario… idk i think we could do a time travel sitch, where he gets his ass dumped into his 2013 body and has to set about preventing one of the more` significant little tragedies of his life, but that would also count on marc having the emotional intelligence to think he did ANYTHING wrong in his relationship with vale, and i don’t think he can do that quite yet lol… maybe it has to be a story where he realizes that he couldve handled things differently? in that clip from his recent interview, he talks about how when he was younger he would go flat out every training session but he doesnt feel the need to do so nowww, so maybe hes processing that sort of internal shift while also looking at vale from the perspective of an injured, post-honda marc who has personal knowledge of how hard it is ego-wise to mount a comeback... maybe this inspires some empathy w vale (he's looking at him and realizing THAT vale is only 4 years older than him and hes like. hm...) and the fic ends up being a character study on baby marc vs marc now PLUS actually internalizing all of the lessons he thinks he’s learned… i don’t wanna make this sound like sepang is marc’s fault lol like to be clear i don’t think he did anything WRONG per se, he was just marc level abrasive in ways that specifically rubbed against vale’s tender bits, but i also think that if he handled vale with more care than perhaps some parts of this could have been avoided ! so maybe older marc's presence removes the ranch nasty and the assen nasty (“marc is only my friend when he wins”) and gets vale out of the 'well clearly marc is sabotaging me' mindset. and then at some point marc has to like. TELL vale about all this after sepang has technically passed and vale. perhaps does not handle that well in conjunction w his title loss anyways BUT this version is closer to marc and its a different sort of less public sexy mess....

OR it could be marc gets sent to an alternate reality of 2025 where sepang maybe doesnt happen, but him and vale still kinda implode a little less dramatically and marc is like well this IS what i wanted but it feels hollow as fuck lol. no new, frothing vitriol between them really, like vale will shake his hand and do the same kinda stuff he does w jlo or whatever (vale shows up to the paddock and takes a pic w marc to get reposted on socials bc the press ask and marc is like ??? bc he has never been a somewhat neutral topic to vale before ever in his LIFE… unsure how to deal w the rivalry treatment that jlo or casey or sete get handed. little does he know vale is still insane, he just has less cause to go nuclear lol) butttt marc still had to leave hrc, still alienated from the academy, still breaks his arm… like realizing that sepang isnt this huge axis that the bad things in his life kinda spin on.... and maybe he sets about interrogating all the ways they would’ve broken up even without the heightened melodrama of the sepang race… starts hanging out w vale even though that’s something they Don’t Do Now and vale is surprised but likes it (and is also. still somehow DEEPLY hurt by how everything went down maybe just less specifically delusional/paranoid to cope in conjunction w title loss. idk maybe he won 2015 here and marc was injured for the back half of the season and they both feel weird about kinda drifting apart)... this fic would have lots of fear from them both about the other leaving, the injury stuff, the age stuff--- all the reasons why sepang happened that they never delt with, just without the actual sepang… and i think it could be sweet idk i like it when they’re fucked up but they spend time w each other and it’s like oh it’s you… of course it’s you…. its always been you

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Vivziepop Stans, There Is No Double Standards People Gave Family Guy Lots Of Flack At The Peak Of It's Tasteless Edgy Humor Era (Especially It's Sexual Assault Jokes)

Vivziepop stans say that Family Guy and it's creators don't get much flak with their edgy humor and in comparison to them, but I say that's bs. Because it's like they forgot that a big part of the late 2000's and early 2010's was the fact everyone was turned off by the edgy for edgy sake humor this era was doing. I mean Family Guy still is rancid and people are still turned off by it at times, but these morons really forget how vitriol the criticism was. They just are selectively oblivious so that their narrative of this series and Vivziepop being unfairly dunked on goes untouched.

Seriously, the sexual assault jokes that FG did during that era was the biggest criticism especially when it came to Glen Quagmire. And let's just say despite how they long ditch that part of his character it still clouds him due to the lengths they did to run that nasty part of his characterization. While Family Guy was always known for its edgy humor, they had become edgy for the sake of being edgy. The assault jokes being the product of that. There was absolutely no point than to just snicker they made a joke like that and people got weary of it. That's the same issue Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel is running into which is they are doing this type of shit and the show hurts for it.

Most of all I think what makes Hazbin Hotel worse is that of it's portrayal of it's premier rapist character, Valentino. It wants to pay lip service to sexual assault being bad, but then goes around and tries to treat him as a joke character. That's not how it works if you really want to take him seriously as a rapist then he needs to be taken more seriously as a villain. You need to actually portray him as someone who is where he is because he has the skills to do so. Making him dumb and on par with the other Vees just is jarring. And again emphasis on lisp service, is the fact that this show makes casual joke about assault then waves it off as nothing big. It's really two faced like the episode of "Screams Of Silence" which talked about domestic abuse even though Family Guy became infamous for using that sort of stuff as a punchline. It looks more like you want to look fake deep rather than actually tackle a subject matter.

That's the problem that Stans don't understand is that their series has had legit criticisms. They are deluded because they think that Vivziepop is this progressive figure who is going to stand up to the system with her cartoon. One could say that was what FG fans thought but even then they were more aware of the rot than these guys were and didn't make excuses how many unfunny crappy jokes were being bad. The stans just live in their own little world and refuse to think just maybe their series ain't that groundbreaking if another series had the same issues as them.

[cherryxblossxms]

OKAY WAIT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

endeavor?? and all might??? at the same time?????

endeavor is desperately aggressively greedily fucking you, degrading you, spouting all the filth known to mankind as his breeding instinct takes over. he has to be number one. he has to be the one in your tight pussy. hissing cruel words at his rival, making fun of him bc his cock isn't as impressive as his muscles... you like him best, baby, yeah?

meanwhile all might is sensual. intimate. he doesn't need to prove anything but god if that bastard isn't pissing him off a little. so he starts to get riled up and aggressive too, it's just his competitive nature. he's fine with your mouth. your ass. wherever you want him. but if he gets a little rough, don't take it personally. he spits vitriol at endeavor but you? you're his sweet angel and you deserve better cock (his cock to be specific)

sobbing crying i need to be sandwiched between these two hunks of meat for real...

BABE YOU DID THIS TO ME FIRST

RIP to my holes after taking them both, it'll be a week before I can walk again 😩😵‍💫

Like just imagining their competitive nature against each other. Endeavor showing you All Might isn't shit compared to him, knows you like it rough and nasty, knows you like it when he turns you into his filthy little toy and fucks you dumb. Gets so hard when he sees the tears rolling down your face but he knows it's from all the pleasure he's giving you. When you cum, he wants it to be his name you cry out. He's the bad cop with you, you'd think he hates you if he didn't seem to love your pussy so much.

And oooh yes I can see it both ways.... his need for a powerful heir and breeding instinct having him claim your pussy first, especially making sure to fill you with his seed first too. BUT, I can also see him wanting to be the first to claim other firsts for you. All Might might play it safe with just your pussy or maybe your mouth, he's a romantic in sex and likes being close to your face (though if you ask him for something, he certainly wont refuse you). Endeavor doesn't give a shit about that, he just wants to prove a point. If All Might wants to be sappy with you up front, that's fine by him. He's happy to be the first to claim your ass, and even if he's not truly the first, he's going to mould you to his specifications.

And then All Might is acting as good cop the whole time. For every degrading term Endeavor uses for you, All Might is praising you, calling you sweet names that warm you up, cooing at you as you choke on his cock, as you struggle to fit him, fit both of them. As mentioned above, he loves having you in the most intimate position, having you facing him is his favorite. But if you ask him for something, even if it's dirty, he's happy to make your dreams come true. And agreed, he might get a little rough and heavy as he competes with Endeavor, but he'll take care of you and your sore, fluids-covered body afterwards. <3

[endwersed]

WIP Monday

I was tagged in last week by the wonderful @seaweed-water & @violetfairydust, and also as requested by a lovely @anon today: here is another sneak peek of my Sterek high school AU, call it off! An upcoming story featuring closeted Derek and a healthy dose of angst 🤠

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Of all fucking places, Derek shoves him inside a damn closet. It is so ridiculously ironic that Stiles is barely able to pay any mind at all to the feeling of Derek’s warm hand on him, his thick fingers clutching at the fabric of Stiles’ hoodie, before that grip is quickly gone again.

The door shuts quietly behind them. Inside, the tiny room is stacked to the ceiling with cleaning supplies, bottles of it hoarded into corners, lined up on shelves, mops and brooms and everything in between leaning against the walls. The only light beams from the dim hang of a lightbulb, swinging faintly just above their heads, its steady buzz of electricity the only noise to be heard.

They stare at each other. Stiles takes in the hard set of Derek’s jaw, the wild shine to his pale eyes, the curl of his hands down at his sides, tight fists that seem to twitch uselessly when Stiles glances down at them. He drags his gaze back up to Derek’s face and lets his mouth curve into an imitation of a smile.

“So,” he says, “are you gonna make the obvious closet joke, or am I?”

Derek does not look amused. Not that Stiles expected him to, really.

“I’m not gay,” Derek says.

Stiles arches an eyebrow, not a word passing through the purse of his lips. Something genuinely close to an honest to god growl rumbles around in Derek’s puffed up chest.

“I’m not,” he repeats, he insists, taking a step closer. “So don’t – don’t tell anyone I am.”

A sharp, harsh scoff of a laugh bubbles from Stiles’ throat, too loud for the scale of the room. He folds his arms over his chest and peers across at Derek, that single pace closer now.

By all accounts, it looks like Derek wants to intimidate him. His shoulders are squared, his feet planted solidly against the ground, his hands still those tight, shaking fists beside his thighs. He barely has any height on Stiles, nothing more than an inch or two at most, but he is bigger, still, broader and stronger and fitter, a high school jock through and through.

He wants to use that stature, that status, Stiles can tell, to make a towering figure out of himself. He wants to put himself forward as this menacing person who could be – who should be – feared.

But Stiles does not fear him. He was not born with the self-preservation instincts to keep himself alive into adulthood, his dad has always said. And, besides… he does not genuinely believe that Derek would hurt him; not really, not even now.

Tilting his head, Stiles narrows his eyes and regards Derek coolly.

“Huh,” he says. “That’s weird. You sure kiss a hell of a lot like a dude who’s into dudes.”

That growling noise comes back again. Rippling up through veins raised along the golden line of his throat, spitting up to be caged in between the harsh grit of his bared teeth. He takes another step forwards, already barely enough space in this room for the both of them as it is, barely any space left between them at all as he presses closer.

Stiles tilts his chin up. He stands his ground.

“I’m not,” Derek says again, his lip curling around the vitriol of his denial. “Look, just – don’t fucking tell anyone, all right?”

Stiles sneers, his entire face twisting with it. He uncrosses his arms, letting them hang down at his sides, his fingers flexing in the stagnant air that is trapped inside of this windowless room with them. He moves closer, too. They are practically toe to toe now.

“Of course I won’t fucking tell anyone,” he snaps. “I would never fucking out somebody.”

“You wouldn’t be outing me,” Derek hisses quickly. “There’s nothing to out.”

The sneer on Stiles’ face shifts into a laugh. The breath of it is soft, and it is quiet, but it’s also hollow, almost nasty.

“Oh, yeah?” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, cocking his head to the side. “You’re straight, that’s what you think? You think other hetero guys go around kissing dudes out of nowhere? You think other strictly pussy-eaters tenderly hold a guy’s face while they put their tongue in his mouth? Really?”

Derek looks away. He has no rebuttal to any of that; no counterargument with even an ounce of sincerity.

“It wasn’t like that,” he tells the floor.

“Felt a lot like that to me,” Stiles throws instantly back. “You kissed me, man. Not the other way around.”

In the blink of an eye, Derek’s head snaps back up. The intensity in his eyes makes Stiles’ breath stop all the way down in the burning stretch of his lungs.

“You kissed me back,” Derek says quietly.

Stiles blinks. A beat passes. His breath pushes out of him in a soft, unsteady exhale.

“Yeah,” he agrees on a whisper. “I kissed you back.”

Another beat goes by. Before it can even make it to two – they are kissing again.

-

No pressure tags: @crownofstardustandbone @demonicfaerie @eevylynn @hedwig221b @renmackree 🩷🩷

[earth-to-lottie]

Okay I gotta get something off my chest because the amount of horrible, nasty and mean comments directed Lando’s way are so beyond what is reasonable it’s unbelievable😭

people are whinging that Lando doesn’t have a winning mentality, sounds demoralised and is such a cry baby…but then if you take a look through any comment section of ANY Lando related content across all social media it’s easy to see why!! He can do absolutely nothing right for people!!! He’s been open and honest about his mental health struggles and how much pressure he’s been under since he was 17 and starting with McLaren. The nasty words and vitriolic sentiments sent his way consistently do that to a person!! No matter how well he drives, how well he conducts himself in the paddock, how kind he is to fans and how many times he consistently proves how much he wants this championship on and off the track, the vast majority of comments directed at him are vile. The fact he is still driving constantly at the front of the grid and letting that roll off his shoulders so well is a feat on its own. Oscar is not perfect. Oscar is not infallible. Oscar is not and has not been consistently faster than Lando like some would like to believe. I’ve watched every race while he’s been at McLaren and he’s constantly improving, but Lando has been the faster car week in and week out until just before this summer break. He’s a fantastic driver and yes McLaren haven’t always given him the best strategy, but he will have his success one day, but that does not mean Lando should be demolished by people the way he is. The two don’t have to be mutually exclusive. Lando has had his fair share of shit calls that favour his teammates from his first year so it’s hardly like he’s been the number 1 driver from day 1. He definitely hasn’t had the special treatment Oscar seems to be getting. No other McLaren driver has in a long time. If you don’t like Lando, that is absolutely fine and your preference but for Christ sake there is no need to be so outright nasty about/to him. Just because he’s been in the sport as long as he has, people forget he’s barely a year older than Oscar and is only just getting a race winning car (down to his hard work and loyalty that Oscar is reaping the benefits of might I add) so people might just want to bare that in mind before claiming Oscar as the next messiah of F1 and tearing Lando to shreds week in and week out. Its abhorrent and I hope to god above Lando stays away from social media and the media in general. I hope he has his friends and family around him because I’d absolutely HATE to be in his head at the moment😔

Ps, before all you Oscar girlies come after me, this is NOT an attack on Oscar; more of a reality to check for people that think being so beyond nasty about Lando is how you get across your support for Oscar. It ISNT.

[starryjkoo]

The sad, unfortunate truth is that so many “Army” won’t take the hate Jimin gets seriously until actual physical harm is attempted, or god forbid, actually happens to him; if you point out how much more intense the hate he receives and it just gets turned into “they all get hate” or “X member gets it worse” or “what about Jimin solo stans??”

For so long hate and vitriol and just downright nastiness toward Jimin in particular from pretty much every other fandom has been deemed acceptable for some reason, to the point where even his own fandom who claims to love him either turns a blind eye, or in some cases subtly (or not so subtly) participates in it, and it’s truly heartbreaking given how loving and kind he is

Jimin deserves the world but the world does not deserve him

Like, I don’t even know what to say at this point? The hate Jimin receives (especially from tkkrs) is so ridiculously normalized in this fandom that ARMYs don’t even react to it anymore. Not only do they ignore it, they actively downplay it — either because they’re part of the tkk community or because they enjoy the content that comes out of it.

They’ll actually try and act like the problem is out of their hands but then turn around and openly engage with tkk AUs in OT7 spaces mere days after Jimin received death threats from that very community. They really think they hold zero responsibility for the hate Jimin receives from shippers?

Instead of shamelessly referencing tkk AUs (from a JM anti author, fork found in kitchen) why aren’t they mass ratio-ing these tkkrs, why aren’t they brigading their toxic communities, why isn’t “boracity magazine” making an informative YouTube video about this? It should be top priority for our fandom to dismantle their massive communities and clear up their very wide-spread anti narratives, but it’s treated like it’s not even a concern at all, not our problem.

They are so callously dismissive of it because they’re defensive over being shippers and consuming ship content themselves (always trying to push the blame on “toxic” shippers as if there’s a way to engage with tkk ship content without continuously brushing hands with antis — and no, the jkk creative community is NOT even remotely similar, this is not an “all-shipper” issue).

ARMY is one of the largest and most organized fandoms in existence. There are so many things they could be doing to dismantle the toxic parts of shipping spaces, but they won’t. It’s never been something they couldn’t do, it’s always been something they didn’t want to do.

I love BTS, I like a lot of individuals within the ARMY community and I do personally know some non-JM biased ARMYs who love and support him. But the fandom at large is entirely complicit in the hate Jimin receives, has shielded and nurtured it, and you will never convince me that they genuinely care about him (I’d probably argue that a lot of them don’t genuinely care about any of the members tbh).

Some of them are setting him up for hate and shading him as we speak over the AMA nominations because they’re so resentful and bitter that he receives more awards than some of the other members. That’s how I would expect solos to think and act, not ARMYs? How is it acceptable for an ARMY to say they hope he loses an award or that voting for a specific BTS member makes you more OT7 than another? (they have been continuously weird about Jikook's solo careers all throughout CH2)

Also notice how every other member received one of those viral praise tweets from ARMYs except for Jimin? Yeah. It’s just getting worse for him in main fandom spaces to the point some days it feels like they’re openly ostracizing him. And no, that’s not just paranoid overly biased thinking. Even HYBE acknowledged in their freaky leaked documents that ARMYs dropping JM over fandom issues was a point of concern. If you’ve paid attention, the engagement for JM related content within ARMY spaces has noticeably dropped in CH2. Oh, and they didn’t vote for him for iheart either despite winning every single fan voted award the previous year.

if you point out how much more intense the hate he receives and it just gets turned into “they all get hate” or “X member gets it worse” or “what about Jimin solo stans??”

Yeah, this is ridiculously frustrating and they do it constantly. Acknowledging that JM receives the most hate over shipping is not for the purpose of some bizarre oppression Olympics. The point is to shed light on a specific and concerning issue that impacts him so we can work to resolve it. The JM hate is literally the root of the general shipping toxicity in this fandom. For example, TH only received hate over this recent situation BECAUSE of tkkrs and their hatred for Jimin.

No one is saying to ignore hate the other members receive or that they receive none? Deflecting like that is such a ridiculous tactic to derail the conversation and minimize the problem. It’s not lost on me that it’s usually tkkrs who do this, or diets of other members (and tkk diets are also usually tkkrs, so…). There is no way someone can try to seriously argue that JM does not receive the most amount of hate from shipping. Hearing that shouldn’t trigger you unless you’re a diet or a solo yourself.

I’ll also never forget how bad the harassment was leading up to AYS and the crickets from ARMYs until it was another member. When TH was announced for Jeju suddenly my non-shipping account exploded with people calling out jkkrs and ratioing their flop anti tweets. No, I’m not saying that ARMYs shouldn’t call that out, but you’re telling me they were capable of addressing and bringing this to main fandom spaces the whole time? ARMYs were actually willing to quote toxic shippers and make fun of their narratives but just… chose not to when it was JM and Jikook? Mind you the jkkr tweets weren’t even HALF as bad as tkkrs, they were just being shady about “TH inviting himself”. Not like tkkrs + JJKs harassing JMs dad during that specific time, or the stuff they were saying about JM + Jikook’s bond in general (the same very damaging narratives that have taken hold of half the fandom).

Yeah man, I’m tired. Sorry to keep ranting on this for days now, I'll chill soon. I’m not always in a mood to talk on it because I know it’s not changing and that it’s better to focus on fun and positive things and ways to genuinely support but sometimes you just need to call it out because it’s bizarre and people SHOULD be calling it out more often. How could anyone who loves Jimin not feel a festering resentment for this fandom? Maybe if you hang out within other ARMY communities it’s better (OT7 Tumblr ARMYs seem cool, I’ve said before the Jikook creative community is startlingly OT7, reddit was alright before Twitter ARMYs brigaded it, in general just having a small group of ARMY friends is fun) but Twitter has always been the core part of the organized fandom so the fact that it’s so nasty towards Jimin lately says a lot.

[gor3sigil]

Detransition - My Story

[CW for Domestic Abuse, S*xual Abuse, Social Detransition, Misgendering, Alcoholism]

Recently, I watched “I Saw the TV Glow”, and it blew me away.

The ending really made me want to tell a story that happened to me.

Between the end of 2020 until the end of 2021, I detransitionned, mostly socially as I hadn’t started transitionning medically at the time. I did so because of many factors, and I never really wrote about it in details or reflected on it deeply as it was a very hard time for me. But I think that I now have enough hindsight as to why it happened and how it affected me to be comfortable sharing.

So, 2020 was a crazy year for everyone. I was in a T4T poly relationship, living with my partner of almost 5 years and started to go out with another trans dude. Long story short, because this isn’t about this, but I got into a physical altercation with my living partner during quarantine after years of emotional and verbal abuse, financial manipulation and isolation. I had to flee and live with my boyfriend for almost 8 months after leaving. And it was hell on earth.

I tried to not make a big deal out of what happened, but the fact of the matter was I had no place to call home, I was separated from my cat because she couldn’t live with us as my boyfriend’s place was a one room student flat and we struggled to live both of us here, and I had very little money due to not being able to work because of Covid.

What happened next to me leaving was constant harassment for weeks, the people whom I called friends siding with my abusive ex, and I felt so defeated. I couldn’t go back to my local trans community out of fear, and the community that I still had I struggled to trust again. I was supposed to start HRT before Covid hit, but it was cancelled. I got so much shit for just telling my story because so many people treated it as “slander” to accuse a trans woman of abusing me. I had receipts but never showed them, to protect her and myself. While she hurt me, she still was in a vulnerable position and it was out of the question to put her in danger. Let’s just say that I didn’t receive the same treatment in return and got lied about, harassed and bullied by people who thought she could do no wrong.

I started to totally lose trust in the community I used to feel safe in. And one day, I met a cis man. I talked to him, we got a coffee, he invited me to his place later, he got drunk and SAd me.

Two weeks passed, two excruciating weeks during which I felt so far away from everything and everyone, I coped by smoking a lot, I was in a deep dissociative state. I was disgusted, I felt so betrayed, I felt like I had no safe space. I still can’t explain why I did what I did, but after these two weeks, I still had the hoodie he handed me to go home, and I decided to meet him to give it back and talk.

He gaslighted me, using the fact that I was mentally ill to prove that I must have imagined what happened, and I believed him.

Meanwhile, I started getting nasty comments from my boyfriend and his friends for going out with a cis man.

Let me say that again.

My boyfriend was not upset that I was putting myself in danger, that I was starting a relationship with someone who had abused me, that I was in deep distress and not trusting anyone from my community anymore so I basically ran the other way, in the polar opposite way, with someone who treated me like a woman and called my desire for top surgery “mutilation”. What he was the most upset about was that I was going out with a cis man.

I became a running joke.

And when I told him that I had slept with my new boyfriend, he told me that I had “slept with the enemy”.

We had a two weeks break, after which I broke up with him for good. I had my own flat, and I was so fucking traumatized about what had happened with my ex and the vitriol I received for my new relationship that I decided it was enough. I was trying so hard to fit in my local trans community, that barely supported me when I got abused, and now what was left of it shat on me for going out with a cis man, it was the last straw.

For a year, I was having the most isolated relationship I ever had.

J, my new boyfriend, was my world. He told me that I thought I was trans out of fear. That it was a lie. That I just was scared of being abused again so I decided that to become a man was to be safe, but it was not. That all I felt was internalized misogyny I could work on, find my inner feminine self again and be happy as a woman. And I believed him. Oh, how I trusted him. I was not even in my mid twenties yet and he was in his early thirties, he must know better. I started using my deadname and feminine pronouns again. I bought dresses, skirts, even wore make up on occasions.

For a year, I killed myself. Slowly but surely. I was a full blown alcoholic, the relationship was becoming more and more abusive and isolating, I spent most of my time with him, most of the time we were drunk, most of the time things weren’t consensual, and it became my new normal.

I was retraumatizing myself. Relieving things I lived in the past because I felt so betrayed.

I had no friends left, the only one I still had didn’t hear about me until the end of my relationship with J. One time I saw her in the street, I was drunk, and J corrected her when she called me “he”. Said it was “she” now. And I said nothing.

We were in a poly relationship, and after the one year mark, after a few traumatizing hookups with random dudes on Tinder, I found my current partner. And when I started to get treated like I deserved to be, I started to snap back. I started fighting back when J acted out, I started seeing the dark place I was in.

Two things made me realize how bad I had been lying to myself.

The first one was a TikTok trend, the one with the song “My Little Dark Age”. The first time I saw a trans man doing this trend with photos of him being himself, then going back to the closet, and in present times, out. “Just know that if you hide, it doesn’t go away”. I sobbed uncontrollably for hours after seeing it.

The second one was one time, drunk, with my partner, I was telling them about the “time where I was trans”. And I was telling them about binders, and offered to show them how it was when I was wearing it. I had thrown away everything I had related to being trans in a cardboard box. I took it out and put it on. Looked at myself in the mirror. And burst out in tears. My partner hold me while I said in between sobs: “how could I do this to myself ?”, “it feels so right, why does it feels so right ? I though I’d be happy as a woman !”. And I cried and cried and cried.

Two weeks later I changed my name again. 2 months after, I broke up with J.

I wanted to tell this story as a cautionnary one. I know that I failed myself. But I can’t help but think that I was also failed in a way. By my community, by the spaces I was in both online and IRL. I am not blaming the individuals. This isn’t about “detransition”. This is about care.

This is a reminder to care. To be kind.

I don’t regret what happened. It’s part of me now. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder how things would’ve turned out if, instead of making fun of me for going out with a cis man, my then friends would’ve asked me kindly why I decided to go out with him. What changed in my mind between the night he SAd me and now. Or just offered a shoulder to cry on. What would’ve happened if I had been offered support for the trauma I was going through, if I hadn’t been told that in the end, J had won, he “have gotten what he wanted”.

“Why is it always so easy for cis men, to get what they want ?”

And in these statements, I became an object. A “want”. And I think that’s one of the main reason I lost every ounce of trust I had left in people who swore they were on my side and had my back.

You may not understand why people make some decisions. But please, before any politics get involved, remember than whose around you are people. Human. With complicated and sometimes conflicting feelings. Flawed. And worthy of your understanding.

This is about not letting politics and theories make you forget to care for one another, to protect each other, and to be here. It can change everything.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Give me your most controversial dc opinions!!!

HA YES GLADLY I WOULD LOVE TO (added a read more because i had a lot of words oopsie)

The Titans Tower Incident was in character for Jason Todd. at worst, it's a *bit* over-dramatic and a little cringey, but if you consider his actions, his motivations, and what he *actually* does, i honestly don't think it's OOC for him. he's just kind of a dramatic asshole in that era and i stand by that comic. the issue isn't the comic itself, it's how people interpret it.

i think the DC fandom, specifically the Batfamily fandom, really likes to claim to be progressive for brownie points, but then will have the one token woman that everyone decides is acceptable to hate. like, it's one thing if you dislike Carrie Kelley, i get it. Frank Miller isn't a great writer of women and she can be a lack of a character in the original Dark Knight Returns. but if you go out of your way making constant edits and posts shitting on her, it's *weird*. especially when most of the people shitting on her haven't even consumed her source, and their reasons for disliking her can apply to any other Robin, especially Tim. but as long as you put say, Steph or Cass on a pedestal, you can talk on and on about how you want to kill Carrie for the crime of existing. it feels like acceptable misogyny. i also think this extends to writers. if you put say, Gail Simone on a pedestal, you're free to blame everything under the sun on Devin Grayson. (to be clear i think you can and should hate Devin Grayson for a lot of things, but most rumors about her are untrue and if you look at every badly written comic and go "sounds like something Devin Grayson would write" that's really weird bc everything she's done, men like Chuck Dixon, Tom King, Tom Taylor, Marv Wolfman, etc have done in tenfold.) like, misogyny = bad unless it's That One Woman We've All Agreed To Hate. it's weird and i keep noticing it. and no one seems to unpack it. (i mostly see this on TikTok, not Tumblr tbf)

i don't care if you ship BruDick or not, but it's not weird for canon content to imply or state Dick had a crush on Bruce when he was first taken in. even in canon where Dick sees Bruce as a "father figure" in the most generous sense, that bond took years to build and when Dick was freshly orphaned, he *had* the memory of loving parents and didn't want Bruce to fill that role. you don't have to ship BruDick, you don't even have to like batcest, but if you're vitriolic toward just the idea that "hey maybe a young kid on the cusp of puberty might have some weird feelings to work out about the canonically very attractive mysterious playboy who took him in before seeing him as family because that bond took years to build" is nasty and terrible and wrong to you, you don't like the Batfamily, you just like the nuclear "neat" version of it in your head

the Batfamily characters are *all* too hypercompetent. like all of them are just *too* good at what they do that in order to write them in interesting arcs together, you have to willingly make some of them OOC in order to not immediately have the Problem wrapped up. i get it, Bruce is the greatest detective, Tim is wicked smart, Jason's a heavy hitting brawler, but we've reached a point where all of these characters have so many buffs they're not *fun* anymore. especially not in a group setting where you need to justify them needing each other's help. and even worse-so when they interact outside of the Gotham, you end up making every non-Batfam character seem useless just to make the Batfamily look cool. it's exhausting. i want to see these characters lose fights, look stupid, and not be the best for once. they're all getting so good they're just kind of. boring. which is the worst sin for a character, IMO.

i think we should go like. a good year of all Justice League-related teams not having a single Bat on the roster. just as a cleanse so *someone else* can shine. i get why non-Batfam DC fans are sick of the Batfamily bc jesus. it's oversaturation of the market.

power scaling "who would win" fights are fucking boring and i don't care. that's the least interesting thing about the fandom. you're missing the point of all of these characters if you only care about who could win a brawl. also it's just a stupid debate because the answer will *always* be: whoever the author of the comic wants to win.

the Batfamily is too damn big. i love every single one of them do not get me wrong. i'd die for the little niche characters who are likely never going to be relevant again like Julia Pennyworth or Kate Spencer. but it's too fucking big at this point. it's insisted to us that these characters are family but like. half of them have barely existed on the same page together more than once. it's ridiculous and it cannot sustain itself. none of these characters are allowed proper shine because they'll just get dropped for the next new shiny character. i think Maps Mizoguchi is a cool lil lady, but i know in my soul in like. three years she will fade into comics limbo and we'll have a new shiny character to fawn over. it's a brutal cycle bc DC doesn't know how to give any of these characters follow through, just wants to wave around cool new concepts.

both Under The Red Hood and Death In The Family are mediocre adaptations and strip the most important emotional elements of Jason's story from the plot. you can't properly adapt Jason's death if you leave his mother out of it. like they're phenomenal movies as their own pieces of media, but they lack the necessary emotional weight for Jason.

on the note of adaptations: the Young Justice cartoon is i think the best case study of "how do you react to a piece of media that's amazing on it's own, but is a fucking horrible adaptation?" because like, i can't discredit it. it's a good show. but it's a bad adaptation and i think people using it as an entry point for DC can make their views of certain characters and teams *very* warped. the Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey movie falls into a similar vein for me. if that movie was it's own thing with original characters, it'd likely be a top five movie for me. but because it's *such a fucking bad adaptation* i can't help but hate it for brutalizing the characters and the general concept of the BoP. it should've been a Gotham Sirens movie, and Young Justice should've been a Teen Titans show. and sure, adaptations don't owe us accuracy, but they have negative effects on the comics when they gain popularity. so i struggle to like Young Justice bc of how badly it's affected certain characters.

also on the note of adaptations: the best adaptation of how comic media operates is the Sandman tv show. adapting comics to tv shows or movies is difficult bc comic arcs don't operate the way show/movie arcs do, but the Sandman show proves it's absolutely doable to adapt the storytelling style while still making the typical adjustments you need for an adaptation.

DC needs more Deaf representation. in most areas, DC either matches Marvel or outperforms Marvel with representation of marginalized identities, but it's fucking tragic we have no deal Deaf rep in DC whereas Marvel has quite a few to pick from. this one is personal bc i'm Deaf but it does fuck me up the only option we have is a side character from Tim Drake: Robin who doesn't appear anywhere else and isn't a great character overall. DC i'm in your walls.

on the note of representation, if i see one more person say Titans had "perfect casting" while in the same breath admitting Dick was whitewashed, you are weird and i dislike you. it's really fucking weird that whitewashing is permissable to this fandom if the actor cast/fancast is hot. Dick should've been a Roma actor. Damian should not be fancast as a white actor. it's the bare minimum.

i have so many more but i will end with this especially controversial one: Dan Mora's art is overhyped. that man has the worst same face syndrome i've ever seen and i will not lie half the time i can't tell which Robin he's drawing. his art is technically gorgeous and it's so pretty to look at, but begging for every comic series to be drawn by him is boring and terrible. the art style of a comic reflects it's genre. wanting all comic art to look like Dan Mora's art is sucking the style out of comics. i miss art styles like Todd Nauck's that clearly reflected the genre of the comic.

i lied i have one more i'm REALLY passionate about: Tim's vigilante name after Red Robin should not be bird-themed. naming him Sparrow or Cardinal is *just* as bad as naming him Red Robin longterm. they're *just* as derivative and they *sound* cool but don't hold any real unique identity for Tim outside of Robin. like it baffles me we all agree he needs to move on from Robin and then decided "let's name him Robin Lite". if he has a bird name, it should be Jackdaw so at the very least, he's not red anymore. and Jackdaw could be a fun callback to Drake, in that it uses part of Tim's real name (his middle name, Jackson) while standing out a bit. but if i really had creative control i'd give him a completely unique name. if it has to be Batfamily related, Gray Ghost. but in my head, his name should be Conspiracy. i could write a lengthy meta on why and tbh it is based in my love for the Question and wanting Tim to have a similar detective noir-esque gritty solo, but i genuinely don't think he should be Cardinal or Sparrow. those names only continue his identity issues of being trapped as either Robin or a Robin knockoff.

[sufrimientilia]

"It didn’t have to be this way."

Scream | Double Cross | Made to Watch @juneofdoom Day 2 masterlist

cw: violence, beating, living weapon whumpee, implied captivity, see above

“You dumb, stupid girl,” Handler said, razor-sharp with disdain. This one always had a nasty look on his face, and he wasn’t particularly fond of her. Probably because mouthing off to him and his dumb lackeys had become muscle memory by now. “You just can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?”

She crossed her arms. It didn’t matter how many people were watching her— Handler and another handler, some of their lackeys and some of their minutemen, and Asset. The bodyguard that had been assigned to her. They always had this whole entourage with them, and these days she preferred it when it was just her and Asset. Stupid, stupid girl.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Beat me, drug me, do whatever the fuck else you do to control the rest of them?” She laughed in his face. ”Try me. I know it’s all empty threats.”

Asset gave her a hardened look. One of warning. It was hard to think about how he was included in them— how he already had years and years of being beaten, drugged, so conditioned into place. Into being one of their best.

She probably shouldn’t have ignored that look.

“I don’t need to make empty threats,” Handler assured her, so dry and unconcerned that it made her want to turn into a spitfire, spewing flame and vitriol, a maelstrom too violent to contain even with all these fucking men around. “That’s what you don’t understand. Control is an easy thing.” He pulled out one of those fucking batons, so sleek and easy to extend. It slipped right into place. “Asset.”

She steeled her shoulders as Asset stepped forward. Her heart pounded and pounded anyways, a betrayal to her big stupid ego and all the false confidence that got her into this. What was Handler going to do, really? Force her own bodyguard to beat the shit out of her? Yeah, right.

“I don't need to touch you to make you suffer,” Handler continued. “You’ve already made it too easy for me.”

Asset gave a preemptive grimace. He saw it coming way before she did.

The baton cracked off of Asset’s face in one violent swing. Handler struck again and Asset stumbled back, shielding an arm across his head, but it didn’t matter. The baton struck him across the ribs next, and then his back, and then his face again. Again, and again.

She cried out. “No! Stop! What the fuck are you doing?!”

Asset desperately tried to stay on his feet, but then it was an onslaught. Three, four more batons extended, and suddenly all those damn minutemen were going at it. Strike after strike, each one more merciless than the next, metal cracking against muscle and bone until there were welts and blood.

It didn’t matter if Asset fought back, briefly, overwhelmed by violent instinct and blocking with a forearm, grappling a baton, swinging— only for one hard hit to land right up between his shoulders and send him crashing to the ground.

“Stop!” She screamed. It didn’t matter if she rushed forward, blind with desperation, caught in arms too strong even as she fought and kicked. “Get off him! This has nothing to do with him!”

“No, it doesn’t,” Handler agreed, standing back as his entourage took over the beating. “This is about you. This is your punishment. A reminder about actions and consequences.”

Asset grunted and cursed, trying in vain to shield himself curled up on the ground until a hard kick to the ribs had him sprawling onto his back. The batons landed again and again. At some point he stopped even defending himself, going slack all at once.

She kicked and flailed and screamed again. “Asset!”

“You’re just as simple as the rest. Forming attachments that make you weak,” Handler said, and he sounded so damn pleased. This was certainly playing out nicely for him. “Even worse for you to form attachments with things that don’t even belong to you.”

One of the men grabbed Asset by the collar and jostled him hard. Like he needed to wake up before the beating could continue. Asset’s eyes fluttered, dazed and already so swollen, a hand weakly grasping at the man’s as he sputtered out blood and saliva and a breathy broken, ”Fff-f’cker…”

The man yanked him right into his fist. Droplets of blood scattered once, then twice. He had to stop to shake Asset around again, and a horrible sound left him as he came to— like a groan and a whimper all twisted up in one broken jagged breath, like the next one would be too hard to come. His gaze wasn’t even tracking anymore, hazy and half-lidded, hands fumbling and slipping aside.

Another strike. And another.

“Stop,” she begged, everything blurred between tears. ”Asset.”

They had forced her onto her knees now, forced her to sit there and watch. Like some waking nightmare. Handler leaned in close and spoke gently. “It didn’t have to be this way, but I want you to remember this moment. This is what control feels like.”

Asset couldn’t even be roused. The man gave him a good shake and he just lolled, all deadweight, his head hanging back. The man let go and he hit the tile in one ugly heap. Blood smeared all over his face, blood slipping from his lips. So limp and lifeless.

“Powerlessness, cruel and swift. Doesn’t it seem effective?”

She sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

[laurelismyblackcanary]

The Buddie fandom reminds me a lot of the Olicity fandom and it’s not a compliment.

I’m seeing insults toward Tommy, the actor who plays him and his fans. I’m seeing people wishing death upon the character and even (luckily few) death threats to the actor. And the vitriol against Buck/Tommy fans is unreal. (I mean I went through it when I was a Lauliver shipper in the Arrow fandom so not really unreal)

I mean I get wanting your ship to be canon, but chill people. Jesus. The writers will do their thing anyway there’s no need to be nasty toward other people.

[persephoneflouwers]

My sisters informed me of the news and my reaction was similar to yours. I’d been so worried for Liam for ages and he seemed very unwell recently. The stuff with Maya of course did not help but he seemed to be in a really bad place for awhile now. So I just said to my sisters that it was extremely sad news but not a shock. In some ways I guess I was expecting something awful to happen but I didn’t know what exactly. I was really hoping to be wrong, it was hard to watch him clearly struggling so publicly. And I don’t like how so many people are still fighting for the most morally correct and pure hot take: he’s dead. He died, he fucking died and it was horrible how much he suffered even as he died. Now I simply hope he has found peace. 🤍

Yeah uhm I’m crying all over again.

I think so many things at once…

I want to block every single one of them that hated on him for every thing he did, spitting vitriol and bullying and just not giving him a fucking break. And when you look back, you sort of see he’s was trying to get attention, he wanted to be seen as part of the band, as part of something. He constantly seek solace in 1D and their fans because he knew they would have his back somehow.

But even they had turned on him, around the book publication sort of I guess and obviously lately with hate train that lost all the control. That hate was sooo much. So much. I genuinely feel sick thinking about some nasty things people have said (I barely knew anything because I was busy with my father’s heart surgery and stuff) and oh my fucking god. If you think how little it takes to people on X or tiktok to deactivate after a stupid thing they say or do, can you imagine what such pressure and negativity all the hate for many many many years now can do to a celebrity who is struggling with depression and anxiety and addiction and alcoholism?

And I hate that those people are now either pretending they were never nasty or being all woke with the morality takes of this is not on the abusers victim, this is not anyone’s fault, he didn’t want help or whatever lie they tell themselves to excuse their vitriolic rhetoric.

Sorry I’m ranting. I am just so incredibly mad. I wonder how much time is going to take me to work on my anger. There’s so much of it. I keep blocking any blog/acc that I see talking about Liam the way I cant understand.

Take care, angel anon. I hope you’re trying the best you can to be safe 🌷