#i was going to include the shitty originals

[bullet-prooflove]

A Cold Day In Hell - Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes @caffeinatedwoman @hooks-martin

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis’s heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Written In The Stars - Your first date with Dennis takes place underneath the stars.

In The Park - Dennis reveals a secret after the two of you spend the night together in the park.

Virgin - There's a rumour going around about Dennis.

Debauched (NSFW) - Karaoke night ends a lot differently than it did the first time around.

Symphony (NSFW) - Dennis has never eaten pussy before…

Pretty Boy (NSFW) - You and Dennis take the next step in your relationship.

Permanent Marker - You find out about the betting pool.

The Porn Boom (NSFW) - Dennis isn't like the other man you've been with.

Wild Flowers - A crown of wildflowers leads you and Dennis to discuss the issues he has with his family.

A Friend of Denny's - Your relationship with Dennis takes a turn when his parents come to town.

It’s been a week since the run in with Dennis’s parents and you’ve still not spoken to him. You won’t take his calls or return his texts, you don’t even look at him when your paths cross in the E.D. It’s like he doesn’t even exist to you.

It’s a shitty feeling, one he absolutely deserves.

“Feels like a cold day in hell Pussycat.” Myrna remarks, wheeling her chair up alongside of him as he watches you and Donnie steer the specialist gurney you use for the deceased towards the elevator. “Whatever you did to Queenie you’d better find a way to fix it.”

Queenie short for Queen of the Damned because of all the dead folks you work with. Myrna has a nickname for almost everyone in the E.D with the exception of Dana who she respects far too much.

Despite being a psych patient she’s right, it’s clear the giving you space approach isn’t working so he’s going to have to tackle the problem head on.

It’s at the end of his shift he takes the elevator down to the subbasement. The air is different down here, chiller. He feels the bite through his jacket as he strides towards the Viewing Room where he knows you’ll be. It’s the last thing you do before you leave, you like to make sure it’s in order for any families that may need to identify their loved ones when the nightshift take over.

Despite the lack of resources they have to contend with in The Pitt, money has been poured into the Viewing Room from the hospital’s charity fund. One of the board members had suffered a death in the family a couple of years ago and was shocked by the dourness of the original facility.

Now it looks like something you’d get in a high end funeral home with a false skylight that portrays a soft white clouds across a crisp blue sky, and warm spotlights that emit a soothing glow throughout the space. The walls are painted a light seafoam grey, instilling a sense of calmness as you sit in one of the plush grey chairs ticking off your checklist.  

“Get out.” You scold him, raising to your feet. “You’re gonna get yourself written up, you know you’re not allowed to be in here.”

The morgue is strictly off limits to any personnel who aren’t assigned to the area, that includes doctors. Part of that is to avoid any cross contamination when it comes to working with the deceased, and the other part is to give the families of the departed a safe space to breathe away from the rest of the hospital.

“I know, I just… it seems like the only place I could actually talk to you.” He says contritely, his hands clasped in front of him as his gaze flickers to the vacant viewing table in the centre of the room.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” You tell him, hugging the tablet to your chest. “We never put a label on what we were doing and you certainly didn’t make me any promises so I guess that means you’re free and clear.”

“Lola…” He begins, his lips pursing together. “I don’t want to be free and clear, I want to be held accountable for my actions because I know how much they hurt you.”

“That sounds like you want me to assuage your guilt.” You point out, your hand coming to rest on your hip. “And I am certainly not going to make you feel less shitty over something that made me feel really fucking shitty.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He implores, stepping forward into your proximity. “I did a horrible thing to you, I made you feel like less than what you are and that is unforgiveable. You’ve never been just ‘a friend’.” – He does the bunny ears for emphasis – “You’ve always been more, I just couldn’t tell that to my mom because then she’d know…”

He trails off, his gaze lowering to the white sneakers on his feet as he struggles to find the words to give context to the rest of his story.

“Before I came out here I made a plan with my mom, something to help her come to terms with the fact I was moving over a thousand miles away. I was meant to do my time in Med School, get through my clinical rotations and then come home and do my Residency in Internal Medicine where I would live out the rest of my days serving my community, the same way I would have done if I’d become a pastor.” He tells you before he tilts his head up to meet the eyes he’s spent every night wishing he was looking into. “But coming here to PTMC, it changed everything. I found my calling in Emergency Medicine and I found you, this compassionate, wonderful woman who didn’t see me as a farm boy from bumfuck nowhere, who made me laugh on the shittiest fucking days, who stole my heart from right out underneath me before I even realised it was happening...”

He tucks his hands into the back pockets of his pants because the urge to reach out and touch you is becoming unbearable. You're unreadable at the moment, a statue made of the purest marble with an expression that gives away absolutely nothing.

“If I had told my mom what you were to me, she would know that I wasn’t coming home to Nebraska. I wasn’t ready to break her heart but I ended up breaking yours instead and I am deeply sorry for that. I just floundered in that moment because the two women I love most in the world were standing in front of me and I felt like I was at this crossroads caught my past and my future.”

“You made me feel like I was nothing.” You whisper.

It’s the way your voice cracks that breaks his heart, his resolve snaps and he finds himself standing in front of you. His hand raises to cup your face, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek as he looks down at you.

“You are not nothing.” He says, his eyes blazing with sincerity. “You are everything to me and I should have told you that. I should have told you that I was staying here in Pittsburgh, that I wanted to make a life with you, a home with you-”

“What does your mom think about all of this?” You interrupt and he deflates then, a sad smile crossing his features as his hand slips away.

“She told me not to let my head get spun by the first pretty young thing that sat in my lap.” He says quietly, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. The words had stung because it showed that she still didn’t trust him to know his own mind, to make his own decisions even after all this time. “That I should remain focused on our community, on giving back to the people who raised me, who invested in me. She thought I was being selfish and maybe I am but I’ve earned that right to choose how I live my life and who I want to spend it with. She walked out after that. My dad says she just needs some time to adjust but I don’t know, it felt final.”

He's surprised when your hand grasps his. Your palm fits perfectly in his own, your thumb tracing soothing circles along the scar on the back of it. Even now your compassion astounds him, he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve you but here you are, reaching across the void, connecting with him.

“I think before this goes any further that we should talk about what we both want, make sure we’re on the same page before you make a decision about the residency. You have to do it for you, not for me and not for your mom." You say quietly, squeezing his hand gently. "We need to be clear and honest with each other about the future, no matter how much that may hurt.”

Dennis, he already knows what he wants his future to look like, a white picket fence, two rings, first steps. He has no idea where you stand on those things, if that’s something you’d even want but that’s the point you’re making, it’s time to figure it out.

“I think that’s a good idea.” He says, looking down at your joined hands, hope blossoming in his chest. “Let’s do it, let’s talk about our future.”

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[its-just-hyper]

I’m gonna be real, I love myself a pro All Might fic and I love myself an All Might bashing fic, and I can immerse myself really well in just about any mha headcanon, however ☝️

I think a lot of people forget that All Might’s debut was literally a rescue mission— THAT is the part of All Might’s legacy that made Izuku want to be a hero. Yes he’s dense, yes he struggles with trusting other people and teamwork, but if there’s one thing he doesn’t struggle with? Rescue.

Idk lol, toshinori can be written as the meanest, stupidest, most quirkest bastard in the world, but I draw the line at. [checks notes] people saying he has a high casualty rate.

[taamlok]

okay after spending the past 2 hours exclusively reblogging from tags WITHOUT turning on any content filters, here are my findings:

number of terrible, psychic damage dealing takes spotted: 0 number of beautiful new mutuals gained: 2 number of incredible fanworks i would never have seen if i hadn't specifically sought them out instead of relying on people i follow to do it for me: 18

i hope this proves my point, if you only rely on your following tab to deliver posts to you you're only going to see what's popular in your little circle. that's why posts seem to only circulate amongst mutuals and it's hard to "break containment". it really isn't reasonable to expect non-mutuals to reblog your stuff if you're unwilling to reciprocate and step outside your bubble. being part of the solution is a group effort!

[gamebunny-advance]

*taps my fingers together deviously*

So the new printer came in, and I am very~ pleased with the results.

There aren't any streaks, and the colors are more accurate.

Yeah, I feel pretty good about this project now~ Makes me wanna start selling prints... but most of my pieces are in odd dimensions, so I'd have to do a bit of size editing XP.

(Original print on far right, new on left)

(Photo paper tests)

(Copy paper vs. photo paper test)

[thatrandombystander]

A month ago. I went to my boss and said "hey these images that were auto-migrated from the old website to the new one? None of them have been resized to match the required dimensions for the new site? I think were doing to have to manually resize them all?" And my boss went "UGH that sucks but we'll fix it AFTER the site goes live and we've done everything else"

Well. Guess what my boss noticed today and had a freakout about and decided I need to dedicate my time to fixing before the site goes live 😐

[thedawningofthehour]

This has absolutely no relevance to anything, but I want you all to know that Gill chose to become a lawyer specifically so he could cosplay Phoenix Wright and hand out his 'actual real-life defense attorney' business cards at cons.

[salemlunaa]

STOP WITH THE NEEDINESS ❦

wanna shift? let me put you out of your misery

This is the only method you need to induce pure consciousness/ tap into the “I AM”/ tap into the void:

relax, deep breathing

affirm “I AM”

relax some more

detach, get lost in the darkness of your closed eyes

you’re done, you’ve shifted

there are no if ands or buts, there’s no “i was so close”, “it just doesn’t work for me”. this method cannot fail, there is no such thing, at all, it’s you who focuses too much on the symptoms, it’s you gets upset when “nothing happens” before rolling over to go to sleep just to endure another day in your shitty reality. it’s you who fails to see your own potential and it’s only you who can change that

this is the basic method that works for anyone with a conscious and subconscious mind,

it’s not anyone’s fault that you’ve decided to overcomplicate it

that’s the basic fucking template you don’t need shit but yourself

stop with the neediness it’s getting kinda pathetic

You dont need to follow some stupid 10k affirmation challenge

You don’t need to follow any challenges lasting weeks

You don’t need subliminals or waves or a guided meditation

You don’t need to ask bloggers the same shit and vent about how you “just can’t do it”

You don’t need to lucid dream

You don’t need any of this

again the basic template is only difficult to you because of the over-complication of it all

Let me give you an example: Imagine you’re a baker and there’s this iconic legendary baker who has this incredible, world famous cake, they give the world a recipe to it and it’s quite simple. how can such a simple recipe impress the taste buds of so many? it doesn’t matter about the how or why, it just does. But so many bakers around the world, including you, are scared of not impressing their customers so they add all this other shit to the recipe that was perfectly fine. And it just makes everything so complicated, all because they don’t trust that the original recipe will be able to impress and satisfy their customers.

That basic recipe is the “method” that Neville gave to us, he didn’t have tumblr, he didn’t have youtube to binge fucking yoga nidra meditation videos. He didn’t have a phone to inhale subliminal after subliminal like it’s a full time job. He didn’t have bloggers shoving 10k challenges down his throat, and guess what, he was just fine! Stop overcomplicating the recipe, all you need is the mind. You don’t need a fucking routine, all you need is you

But I know there are some people who will look at this, scroll past and still scan their feed, scrambling for an “instant method” like some junky. And to that i say, go ahead, waste your days overcomplicating the act of shifting consciousness, waste your days overconsuming, doomscrolling, complaining. The law and the art of shifting was always real and will continue to be real while you sit there with absolutely nothing, so go ahead. Rack your brain to the point of a headache, to the point of insanity trying to understand what’s right infront of you, you’re only doing yourself harm.

shifting consciousness/ the “I AM” state/ the void is a basic ability, it’s like breathing, just fucking do it

IT’S A BASIC ABILITY, YOU DONT NEED POINTERS 🎀💋

[postcardsfromheapside]

Listen.

I love y'all, but some of you need to understand: the writers are not being shitty. The writing is not bad. The lore is not being ignored.

You're upset because your headcanons are not being followed.

Something Tolkien fans are constantly encouraged to do is "go back to the source material." This sounds basic, but Lord of the Rings alone is a massive book - if someone broke into my apartment, I stand a more than reasonable chance of beating them down with either of my illustrated hardcover copies. By the time you get through reading it, it's easy to forget small details in the main body of the work, much less the introductions and the appendices, and that's BEFORE you try absorbing everything in Lost Tales, or The Silmarillion, etc, etc.

Now imagine you come to Veilguard, and maybe you've been playing Inquistion because it feeds directly into the game. Maybe you played Origins, 2 and Inquisition in a white heat. Great! But those games include a lot of choices, and SO MUCH CODEX material. It's almost impossible to retain all of that knowledge all at once in your head, especially in games where you can miss shades of meaning due to the dialogue choices you make - and I often see people who claim they tend to make the same choices every time.

The reason we Tolkien fans are told to go back to the source material is that it's so easy to slip into assumptions. A great example is: do you actually know what Rangers are? Or do you think of them in D&D terms?

Dragon Age is a story that mimics the unreliability of History, where one characters's perspective and story may not be the same as another's, and neither are necessarily wrong or right - they're simply parts of a whole. And it's wild to watch y'all bend over backwards to defend your headcanons instead of accepting that maybe a character was wrong, or misinformed, or unreliable, or has a limited perspective.

[cuteandhughesy]

I’m Talking Nonsense | Mikko Rantanen

summary: everyone in the avalanche social media room knows that getting mikko rantanen to participate in content was a lost cause—that is until you showed up.

[word count] 4.3k

warnings: MATURE! flirting | lil bit of pining | mature themes | lil hot and heavy kissing | allusions to sex but no actual smut | read at your own discretion

a/n: okay…so obviously I started writing this before the trade—because nobody in their right mind was expecting mikko to get traded. but I digress, anyways! I originally wanted to post this on valentine’s day but in this moment of sadness, I knew all the mikko girls (myself included) needed this pick me up ❤️ to all you liking my old mikko fic—I see yall and we got this.

🎵 nonsense by sabrina carpenter

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mikko rantanen didn't hate social media — actually, no he did hate it. the finnish native always knew it to be invasive and impersonal, and he'd rather not have to look at fake happy, posed pictures and videos that make his life feel less than. and that's coming for a guy living as a professional athlete.

so when tiktok started gaining more traction and other nhl teams were making accounts for their respective teams—mikko was dreading it. he thought there was a level of privacy that should be respected, and having a camera shoved in your face is totally breaching boundaries. the thought of the avalanche making an account was just not something he wanted.

after a shitty practice—hell even a good practice—the last thing he wanted was to be asked if he thought he could land a plane, or if he believes in aliens...mikko just wanted to go home.

and mikko understands that the social admin was simply doing their jobs, but he couldn't help but fill with irritation anytime they'd approach him with the phone and mini-microphone and/or question cup. it was the quickest way to piss him off.

it didn't help that the avalanche fans were always in the comments asking about his noticeable absence. they wanted to see more of their assistant captain outside of gruelling post-game interviews and game highlights—they wanted the real and fun side of mikko they very rarely had the chance of seeing.

but that didn't change mikko's opinion of social media—he'd avoid the admin team at any costs, especially when he saw that stupid tiktok phone and various props he knew he'd hate to use.

that is, until you showed up.

the first time mikko saw you—standing behind the usual admin suspects with a nervous gaze and fiddling hands—he didn't think much of it. sure, you were pretty, but mikko thinks a lot of girls are pretty.

but then as the months past and your surprisingly warm and bubbly personality began peeking through your hard exterior shell, mikko begin feeling intrigued. you are always smiling, even if someone is giving you a hard time—when he is giving you a hard time—and you're constantly trying to bond with the players. you remember who these athletes are at their core—human, which a lot of people in your job description seem to forget.

the team quickly grew fond of you, and when they saw it was you in the hallway with a cup of questions, or in their locker room with that stupid tiny microphone—the energy would shift. that's just how you are though—vibrant and welcoming, and the guys feed off that energy and turn into a fun group of giddy boys.

even nathan mackinnon, who was almost as turned off by social media as mikko, enjoyed your company, doing silly things for tiktok's he'd never even dreamed of.

it had mikko's own exterior beginning to crack. before he'd be more apprehensive to the idea of participating in social media trends he had no clue about, but you and your grin had him changing.

—

lina, your co-worker looks at you over the top of her laptop, analyzing your soft face as you work on your own computer—editing a tiktok that needed to go up today. you're left with very minimal time, as the avalanche practice finishes in 5 minutes. which means in 15 you both have to head down for some more content.

it's the third time in the past minute lina as looked at you—you can feel her eyes burning through the middle of your forehead. slowly, your eyes trial up and meet hers, a questioning pull to your furrowed eyebrows. "you okay?"

she huffs—not in annoyance or impatience, but rather curiosity. lina flicks her red hair over her shoulder, and then crosses her arms—her gaze never leaving yours. "i'm trying to figure out how you do it."

you're even more confused now. "do what?"

lina snorts like it's obvious. "you've been here five months, y/n. it's been five months of watching you work with the guys and more specifically, getting mikko to work with you."

your lips contort into a confused pout—any more confusion and your head will begin to pound. you're not sure what lina is trying to imply, because as far as you know all the guys on the avs are extremely good with you and have never given you a hard time—that's just how they are...right?

"mikko is great." you hum dismissively, your fingers resuming their place on your keyboard as you continue the code in your side bar to enable the audio change in the clip—attempting to remove ross' loud voice from the background so you can better hear cale's answer.

"that's the thing," lina starts, eyes full of amusement as she leans over the table. "he's really not."

you pause. "what?"

"before you showed up, mikko was always turning a blind eye to me and nick. if we even attempted to talk to him the way you do—well, it never ended how we wanted it to." her face contorts as if she's reliving it.

one of your brows raise in question. "did he like...sentence you to a guillotine or something?"

lina disapproves of your humorous tone, sending you daggers across the meeting room table. she shuts her laptop, resting her elbow atop the logo as she puts her chin in her palm. "ha ha."

satisfied with her pointed response, you get back to work. but, lina isn't done. "he hates this kind of stuff."

"no he doesn't," you retort quickly. "mikko seems happy when I have questions for him. in fact, yesterday he came over to me and asked for one—said something about how they 'make his day bright'" you mimic mikko's deep accent to the best of your abilities, but you sound more like a drowning troll rather than the 6"4 winger.

lina's eyes widen comically—she can't believe what's she's hearing. "anytime I even point the phone in his direction he scowls and walks away. so what are you doing to get him to cooperate?" she eyes you quizzically for a moment before a devious lightbulb goes off in her head, expression morphing into a playful, teasing one. "are you fucking him?"

you squeak, and your cheeks heat up to an undeniable level of embarrassment. "no!" and it's true—of course you're not sleeping with mikko.

she raises her hands in surrender, but her smile doesn't let up. "I wouldn't blame you if you were, y/n. he's hot—like stupid hot."

"okay," you huff, covering your burning cheeks with your hands. "maybe you should sleep with him then."

lina snorts. "trust me—if I could get near him I would."

"you know," you start, "I really don't think what you're saying is true. maybe mikko didn't like it in the past, but I think he's changed his option on the social media stuff."

she raises her brow—almost challengingly. "think so?"

"yup." you hum.

"let's test it, then." lina chimes. "today i'll go up to mikko first, and ill do exactly what you would do when approaching him. and when he sends me away—which he will—then you'll go up to him, and we'll see what happens."

it's tempting—mostly because you're certain there won't be a difference in the way mikko acts towards you then he does lina. sure, mikko isn't always the most sunshine and rainbows when it comes to his personality, but he's always been compliant with you.

so although he's broody and definitely not in love with the idea of having a camera in his face—you're sure he's not going to turn lina away.

"you're on."

it's not 5 minutes later you're both packing up your respective things, preparing to make your way down to the locker room where the guys are surly anticipating your and lina's arrival.

the room is bustling with people—half dressed hockey players and pressing reporters fill the locker room, which creates a slightly hectic environment—but you're used to it by now. so neither of you seem suspicious, you ask a few of the other avs players your selected questions for the day. questions you and lina had argued about for the entire morning—she thought most of them were stupid, you thought they were was hilarious.

plus, the reporters are still swarmed around mikko's stall—the finnish native standing in the middle with a deadpanned look on his face, barley listening to them as they ask the same repetitive questions as usual.

you and lina get some good content from ross colton and josh manson, both players giving you ridiculous and enthusiastic responses to the absurd questions you'd earlier shoved in the alumni silver cup.

lina's mischievous look is back as the sea of middle aged reporters move onto their next victim—cale makar—leaving mikko by his lonesome. "i'll be back." before you can react, she plucks the phone out of your hands, effortlessly making her way through the room until she's in front of mikko.

you strain your ears, but it's no use as the chatter in the locker room is too overpowering, and you're unable to hear lina or mikko. miles wood gives you an odd look—eyeing the way you stand ridged beside his stall, gnawing your thumb as you watch lina talk to the blonde winger—but you don’t notice.

it's only a moment before lina turns around, her grin even wider than it was before as she makes her way back towards you. "your turn." she chimes, thrusting the phone back in your palms.

"what happened?" you question.

lina raises one her brows, pushing you in the direction of mikko's stall. "he didn't want to answer anymore questions."

"okay," you draw. "so maybe I shouldn't go over there."

lina continues guiding you in his general direction. "no it's actually exactly why you should go over there."

you don't get to argue any further as you're suddenly right in front of mikko—almost too close, and if you take another step towards him you're thighs will bump his knees.

speaking of thighs—mikko's are on full display. the huge, muscle carved limbs spread wide as he manspreads in his stall. the expanse of smooth, hard skin making you feel flustered and suddenly intrigued. your eyes flicker upwards, finding the icy blue ones of mikko looking back at you.

you swallow, a heat rising to your cheeks. "hi, mikko."

"hi, y/n." he says your name playfully, the faintest smile pulling at his lips. "you okay?"

you nod too quickly and immediately curse yourself for acting so uncool. you've never been this nervous around any of the avs, especially not mikko, but lina's comments about his looks earlier are lingering in your mind—leaving you flustered.

because obviously you are aware mikko is hot, but now you can't help but be really aware of the fact. damn lina.

"yeah," you clear your throat, clutching the cellphone tightly in your hand. "I was actually just wondering if you'd answer a question for tiktok? for me? promise it'll be quick."

his eyes flicker over your warm, hopeful face, and after a beat he sighs gently, a quick nod following. "yeah I can do that for you."

you can't help the way your eyes widen at his agreement. mikko seems oblivious to your shocked state, removing his remaining elbow pad and tossing it towards the back of his messy stall.

you catch a whiff of his intoxicating scent, and even with the sweat lingering across his forehead and soaking his branded undershirt, mikko smells so good. he's always been enveloped in a cloud of clean laundry and something slightly woodsy, and even though you're extremely professional, it never fails to make you falter.

you clear your throat and your head. "really?"

mikko runs the damp towel previously hung around his neck through his messy curls, making the appearance of them even more fluffy and soft. his eyes twinkle with amusement, a matching half smile blossoming on his lips. "yeah, really. why do you sound shocked?"

you make a tiny noise of confusion in the back of your throat, shooting a glance to lina over your shoulder. she sends you a triumphant look, brow raised like she knew that she was right.

she is right.

you look back at mikko quickly, "I just thought..." you trail off, brows pulling tightly as you think about the excuse he gave to lina—you're so confused. you've never noticed before if mikko had a certain favouritism towards you over lina, or even nick. I mean, you never paid attention to anything like that—but now you feel like you should be more aware, because this doesn't make sense.

"you thought..?" mikko raises one eyebrow, waiting for the second half of your sentence.

"nothing." you blink quickly, adjusting the phone in your hand. "sorry, let's just get to it."

you're still in some sort of shock for the rest of the day—the pieces of the puzzle in your mind loose and turned upside down as you try and understand mikko's dismissal of lina, or better yet, his compliance with you.

it had you further trying to solve the mystery. does mikko just prefer you? does he like your voice over your co-workers? maybe you smell like his favourite desert? does he like you? does mikko want to fuck you?

you're not sure where to pinpoint the source, but you're also determined to find the answer. with some help for lina, and even a little input from nick, you conjure up a plan—which lina finds the upmost entertainment in.

but you mean nothing but business. for the next few weeks it's only you who works with mikko rantanen—it's you asking him questions and having him participate in stupid games. and without fail, every single time you ask him, mikko complies.

so you get crazier with it. whether it's a questions about my little pony—a show mikko has never even heard of—or having him lift you onto his shoulder while a sabrina carpenter song plays through the tiktok recording—he is participating without complaining.

every. single. time.

it has your good friends, but ever so annoying colleagues theorizing.

"maybe he's got a thing for girls with her hair colour? can't resist them." nick chimes, sipping some piping hot coffee from an avalanche branded mug.

you roll your eyes, pulling open the microwave to grab your shitty frozen meal.

lina's laugh echos through the staff room, "mhmm...or maybe her eye colour." she sends you a teasing look before slurping some saucy noddles up into her mouth.

before you can respond nick pipes up again, "he definitely wants in her pants."

you take a seat beside lina—across from your male coworker—and send them both a slightly amused, but deadpanned look. "are you guys done?"

despite your attitude towards them, you can't help but wonder if their theories are correct. sure, mikko seems sweet enough—towards you anyways—but with the way you're barley pushing him into participating in stupid little tiktok's, has you pondering. mikko is nice...but not that nice.

is he just trying to get into your pants? and then forgot about you? the thought has you feeling angry, because you're not just some girl who he can treat nicely until he gets what he wants—absolutely not. and you're not going to let him treat you like a fool, just because he wants his dick wet.

the following day you’re determined to get answers and put your mind at ease. you like mikko—he’s a great guy—but you don’t want to feel like you’re being used. there was a team meeting and breakfast today, without the pressure of practice or a game—essentially an off day for the guys.

as the chaos of the dining room begins clearing out, only a few lingering athletes and staff members at some of the tables, you make your way across the room with a determined step, looking for mikko.

you catch the broad expanse of his back and blonde hair sticking out from underneath his beanie just as he slips out the door. you grumble to yourself, speeding up in hopes to catch him before he leaves the facility.

pushing open the rather heavy door to the hallway, you’re immediately greeted by his familiar laugh and gabe landeskogs smooth voice—spewing some dad joke that only mikko would find funny.

before you can sike yourself out, you march up to the two european teammates. “rantanen, I need to talk to you.”

they pause in their slow steps, conversation halting abruptly as both men turn to look at you. the sight of your hard expression and pointed gaze has mikko swallowing roughly, eyeing you with confusion.

gabe snickers quietly, the sound missing your ears, and pats mikko’s shoulder sympathetically. “last name, huh? good luck.” with that the avalanche captain stalks off, disappearing down the quiet hallway.

you cross your arms defensively, looking up—way up—at him, tone rough and determined. “are you trying to fuck me or something?”

“whoa whoa, just hold on a second.” mikko’s eyes widen, looking around the hallways quickly to ensure you were alone. even though he doesn’t see any physical bodies, mikko can’t be too sure—especially when he can sense the conversation is going in a direction that doesn’t need to be overheard.

he gently takes ahold of your wrist, guiding you towards the open meeting room directly across from the kitchen. the censor lights flicker alive as you step into the empty, quiet room—illuminating the once dark space.

mikko lets go of your arm, shutting the door with a soft click before turning back to you. he analyzes your face, eyes flickering over your still pointed eyes and the angry pull to your mouth. confused, he steps towards you. “are you joking with me?”

you raise your brows. “do I look like i'm joking with you, mikko?”

he shakes his head gently, like he’s trying to come up with a reason for your sudden coldness—you’ve never acted this way around him, and seeing you so irritated is rather strange. “why are you asking me that?”

he’s referring to the first question you’d asked him—rather angrily may he add. mikko is unsure what brought on the rather sexual outburst of a question, only because it’s so unlike you. in fact, one time ross colton tried to make a sexual innuendo with you, and you just about turned the colour of a ripe apple.

mikko thinks he must’ve done something—or said something to make you not only think like that, but ask him about—without so much as a blush on your face. you were serious.

you cross your arms again, defensive walls still built high. clearing your throat, you look away from mikko and towards the navy blue patterned rug covering the floor. “ why are you so nice to me?”

you practically whisper, timidly running your foot along the worn out carpet.

mikko blinks. “what?” he’s even more confused now—because why wouldn’t he be nice to you. you’re sweet, and respectful, and funny, and beautiful, and you’re you.

you meet his eyes again, expect this time there’s more emotion swimming in them, and you’re slowly coming down of your flurry of anger—left with fear and your own confusion. “like..,” you start unsure, “you only do the media stuff when i'm the one asking you to. are you only being nice to me so that like, you'll get in my pants?”

you’re right, he thinks. he only does media when you ask, but it’s not because he suddenly wants to if you’re the one asking, it’s because he can’t say no to you. mikko never wants to see you sad—he never wants to see the current look on your face when he can help it.

mikko shakes his head, slow and steady. “no. that's not why i'm nice to you.”

“no?” you parrot, the tiniest hint of disbelief in your tone.

“no.” mikko repeats firmly. “i'm nice to you because I like you.”

“like as a friend?” you gulp, arms falling to your sides as you’re no longer strong enough to hold them around yourself.

mikko doesn’t see the point of hiding his true feelings any longer. the thought of you thinking he had ulterior motives with his kindness literally makes his stomach hurt, and he can’t have you believing he’s trying to use you for his own benefit.

so with a gentle sigh, he takes another step closer to you, eyes softening as he takes in your hesitant gaze and red cheeks. “more than a friend.” mikko admits gently.

your face falls, “oh.” you’re in some sort of shock, looking up at the winger with parted lips and wide eyes. the way mikko is looking at you, so raw and real, has any lingering hesitance falling away, and your expression quickly shifts.

“yeah, oh.” the corner of mikko’s plump lip slides upwards, the beginning stages of a lopsided smirk growing on his flushing face.

he reaches towards you, slowly, hands enveloping the sides of your head as he holds you in his palms. mikko’s hands are so warm and big, completely covering your cheeks and ears—the feeling itself has you turned on.

your breath hitches as mikko’s rough thumbs begin running over your cheekbones, stroking your warm skin absentmindedly.

his tongue licks along his bottom lip, moistening the skin slowly. mikko swallows gently, not once taking his gaze off your flustered face. “but like, just so there’s no confusion, I would eat you out on the table until you’re crying if that’s what you wanted.”

you inhale sharply, stomach dropping with excitement and adrenaline. your body flutters at his words, “mikko.” you whine in a whisper, hands reaching out and resting against his hard pecks. you have no control of your hands, the need to feel him under your palms too strong. you begin running over his covered chest, his muscles tightening and nipples hardening under your deliberate touches.

mikko huffs shakily before he comes down, kissing you with as much passion he can manage. his lips are surprisingly soft and smooth, enclosing and teasing yours in a messy, hard way. the feeling has your stomach swooping further, toes curling in your shoes as the kiss grows harder—needier.

suddenly, mikko’s hands run down your body, passing over your ass with a firm squeeze. you moan into his mouth as his hands find the backs of your thighs, picking you up.

you gasp as he lifts you effortlessly, sitting you on the table like it’s nothing—mikko smirks at the sound you make, and he can’t help the way his dick twitches in his pants. his wet lips trail off your mouth, travelling over your jaw and down your neck where he continues giving you hot, and hurried kisses.

reluctantly, your eyes flutter open, running a hand under mikko’s beanie, gripping the base of his hair between your trembling fingers. “we can get in a lot of trouble for this.” you breathe.

despite your words, your hips rolls against his hardening length, your cores at the perfect angle with you sitting on the table to grinding together deliciously.

mikko pulls back, eyes glazed with lust as he grins. “I know. so we'll just have to be sneaky.” his words are husky, sending your blood pumping and head swirling with need.

he leans back in, giving you another eye rolling kiss. you push his hat off his head completely, giving yourself free reign of his messy curls, tugging the blonde strands as your heart desires.

mikko pulls you closer on the tabletop, further bumping your clothed heat against his. his large hands slide underneath the back of your top, running over your spine and fiddling with the edge of your lacy bralette.

you sigh trembly, disconnecting the kiss. “i'll have to stop asking you questions though. because now I really won't be able to control myself around you.”

the admission has mikko smirking, biting his lip seductively. one of his hands round to your front, groping your tit over your bra. “I turn you on baby?” he already knew the answer to his question—your hardened nipples and shifting hips giving him all the information he needs.

you laugh through a breathless exhale, and you gently hit his shoulder. “be serious. you'll have to tolerate lina, and start saying yes when she asks you to do things.”

“no promises.” he chimes playfully, hands running back down your torso—leaving goosebumps in their wake.

you give him a soft, serene smile, which as mikko following suit—looking at you the way he always has. “I really like you, mikko.” you admit gently, one of your hands running over his building bicep before sliding around to rest on his shoulder blade.

for a moment, his smile remains admirable, looking down at you like you’re the only thing that has ever mattered. mikko has been dreaming of the day you say those words, and actually hearing you speak them is just otherworldly.

but because he’s a boy, and you’re his dream girl with his spit coating your plump lips—he can’t help himself. mikko’s hand rounds to your front, dipping underneath the waistband of your leggings and sliding over your underwear. he thumbs your clit over the thin material, and your mouth goes slack at his touch.

he breathes, smirking at the feeling of your arousal soaking through your panties. “yeah I can tell.”

“shut up.” you huff, pulling him back in to continue your desperate kiss.

[lilybug-02]

PURE UNADULTERATED HATRED and CONFUSION for JURASSIC WORLD 4

Like you guys do not understand the traumatic experience I had watching Jurassic World 3.  That movie is genuinely the worst movie I have ever watched.

Let me just set the scene on which I watched JW3.

This was back in 2022. I had already seen Jurassic World 2 (2018) and realized it sucked BAD (extremely). So I told my dad this and he didn’t believe me. He said it was going to have the original cast, and it was going to be good because it’s Jurassic Park 👹

I only agreed because he had already bought the tickets. So now my entire family, including some extended family came to the theater altogether.

It was bad.

It was more than just bad.

This movie was 2.5 hours…long and not good.

And we had to sit through horrible CGI “dinosaurs”, human cloning, 2ft Grasshoppers, a Star Wars Bar scene, cowboys lassoing dinosaurs, awful sound design screaming in my ears, a plot you can see a mile away, and really shitty acting.

When we all walked out of that theater, everyone was speechless. Except me, who was laughing hysterically because my dad had the saddest face I had ever seen. This movie BROKE him.

And now they are making a Jurassic World 4.

I am crying from the GALL of these people to make another movie.

And the new mutant “dinosaur” had me QUIVERING with laughter, because a friend of mine asked ‘does it look like anything you’ve ever seen?’ and it DID.

It looks like Ogra, the kaiju villain from Godzilla 2000 and I’m crying on the floor 😭😭😭

[carcassolie]

How I learned Astrology... well. (This is only for the natal chart) + Some notes:

• It all started with zodiac signs stories on Wattpad💀 and that led me to Tumblr years ago! It helps me learn the basic traits of each zodiac sign in a fun way and had seen some cool and some questionable fan arts.

• Learning about what each house/sign/degree represents and connecting it together, including all aspects (didn't focus on minor aspects much but they can be important!). Simple example is with Saturn (responsibility, restrictions), Uranus (unpredictablity, sudden changes, originality) with the houses and signs.

- 3h: (siblings, responsibility, communication, short travel), with Saturn (restriction, responsibilities, time, authority): shitty siblings, zero confidence, your communication and expression being restricted (problems with not being heard too), must have a strict teacher in early childhood. Problems with local travel frequently (late in getting a driver's license, the train leaving as soon as you step in the station, getting a fine then realizing you had a ticket💀).

- 10h (career, public image, reputation, social status, also authority), with Uranus (unpredictable changes, Innovation, freedom and originality): your reputation goes up and down depending on the day (fame and scandals), unconventional career that might change the world, fuck up traditional systems, difficulty listening to authority, frequent job changes and firings, needs freedom in work or goes apeshit.

- My personal FAVORITE, Sun square Moon, giving you the shittiest, most destructive inner arguments and wondering if you should listen to your emotional needs or what your ego needs.

- Degrees are important but not too much, they might explain the small changes though (for example you meet a person with the same placement as you but a different degree. Some degrees are helpful while others are karmic depending on the house and MOSTLY the sign).

• Tumblr posts, actual observations or explanations, you can tell if it's right or wrong if you have the basics. For example:

- 8h stellium might have a lot of death experiences (I consider this to be true, since a death experience is an intense experience, and that's related to 8h)

- Cancer moons can't survive without comfort food. (True, the moon is related to emotions and cancer to nurturing stuff like food and comfort literally).

- Aquarius/Aries risings are rare. (This can't be classified as right or wrong but it's a nice observation. It's a matter of where you live too).

BUT.

An observation that's incredibly specific isn't something you should easily believe in, it's possible, but not always!

- 8h/12h stelliums are doomed! (No tf not please! Sure their placements are difficult but why make it even harder on them by telling them that. Everyone suffers in life, they deserve happiness too.

Doomed or not depends on how we mature and follow the North Node rather😭)

- Transits that indicate incoming danger (possibly death even, or abuse or 🍇) and say 100% it'll happen. Astrology is a tool used to prepare and guide yourself and not say "oh no it's over".

• I never relied on YouTube or visuals, sometimes it looks boring (here goes my Gemini again). But most of them are professionals and it'll be good to take a look.

• I also recently started using AI. it's super helpful for me to be honest. (I use DeepSeek, I long have forgotten ChatGPT). It always helps me confirm some points and overly specific questions:

- I wanted to make a connection between a socionics function (Si: comfort, memories. Bit also in two specific types that tend to visit old places just to feel the emotions they felt in the past at that place. Like going back to a football stadium where you used to play with your friends during childhood, feeling all that fun and happiness again). With the moon. I asked DeepSeek if it's okay to say it's connected to Cancer/4h moon and it said yes.

• Connecting my experiences with my placements. Like the Saturn/Uranus observation. Or seeing what others say about you:

- I asked my bestie if I'm "Vague and poetic" (Mercury in pisces).

She said that I'm "Vague and chaotic" (I'm a Gemini rising LMAO)

- My bestie one time made a point on how I say things that are harsh, she understands that I don't do that on purpose (I love her), and that I even said things that hurt her too! (I suck idk when this happened). And I have Mercury square Pluto😭

- I ALWAYS hate people who have planets in dom/exalt while those planets in my chart are in detriment/fall. Best example is these stupid Gemini (dom) mercury who have it easy in convincing others of their ideas and debates with only words. While I (Mercury Pisces, detriment) have EVIDENCE, WITNESSES AND PAPERS and people still don't believe me (unless someone else steps in, it hurts).

- Also for my Jupiter in Scorpio (retrograde), the universe plays me with luck and I KNOW IT. Especially in 6h (DAILY, ugh). This happened a few days ago. My mom took me to this store and she was yapping about to buy pajamas. We went EARLY, BRO EARLY. And I wanted those at a 50% discount. Guess what? There wasn't ANY. I ended up buying what's left on full PRICE😭. Oh and just a day later they restocked them with another discount.💀 (I didn't go I was MAD while others got it). This also happens with papers (on the day I deliver them the administration is closed or the site is crashing). My dad always roasts me for having shitty luck.

I also hated the smartest guy of my last year class (Jupiter sag, dom) because he always goes absent (we had punishments for those, he got none! And he ended up being 1st place while i got 2nd..).

• Reading a chart, can be difficult. Which is why astro.com and other sites provide tables that are easier to understand (yes I used tables first before understanding the chart drawing and lines). I connected them though. So highly recommended!

• Connecting psychological behavior also helped me. Including physical appearances/aspects of people.

- I have Mars in 1h and I have a scar near my nose. (1h represents the face). A lot of acne too...☹️

- Also Mars in gemini and these hands, I do a lot of hand gestures and aggressive with hands (with a lot of nervous habits around them...I GOT Paronychia like 10 times in the past 5 years😭). Also I have a scar on my wrist from one time I was playing with scissors and my uncle yelled at me for something and I accidentally cut myself💀

- I don't have a dominant planet but a mix of three. Moon (gave me round curvy soft features). Jupiter (big features, wider body, chubby). And even Neptune (idk all I got is down turned, poop dark eyes).

- my family always complains about how I lose or gain weight (I don't realize this nor notice. I don't follow any diets either) unpredictably, it's perhaps a 6h Jupiter thing.

- Leo moons always tend to be beautiful from my experience (easily fitting the society's beauty standards no matter how different they all look, bro all of those I met).

- Lilith in 4h and my family telling me how to dress up properly and that I'm showing too much skin or my dress is too short (ever since I was a kid too, what is this). Also touching you inappropriately...ugh.

- People telling me to stop being loud while I got a Gemini mars and rising.

And that's about all it?? Thanks for reading my yap session🥳 (half of these are my placements, sure I could use others but I don't wanna mislead anyone).

[imtryingbuck]

Peanut

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky won’t be home tonight. He just hopes his girl knows how much he loves her.

Word count: 1,616

Warnings: angst. some more angst. death. swearing.

Masterlist

It wasn’t meant to be like this, it was meant to be a straight forward mission get in and get out that’s what Fury said, not with the majority of the team fighting with their bare fists against guns.

Bucky looked to his left after hearing Natasha cry out in pain, her hand going straight to her thigh where blood was seeping through the crevices of her fingers. Another deafening gunshot one after the other. He hears Sam groaning in pain as he crashed into the ground after he had been shot down.

The chaos surrounding him had his mind spiralling in confusion. He didn’t know who to go to save first. He didn’t know where Steve was. His right side was throbbing. He just wanted to go home to his love and cuddle up in bed whilst watching shitty tv programs with his fingers threading through her soft hair.

These agents weren’t backing down in the slightest, every time he blinked he swore that the number of said agents grew. Bucky heard Steve ordering the team to retreat Nat gave Bucky a confused look which he shrugged but complied with his best friends request.

“SHIELD agents are here” Steve panted down his comms trying to fight off his opponents.

With the extra back up they were now gaining the upper hand.

After what felt like hours but realistically was only twenty minutes tops all Hydra agents were down, those still breathing were being handcuffed and already being loaded on the jets.

As Natasha, Sam, Wanda were getting patched up Bucky, Steve and Tony made their way through the now destroyed base to look for what they originally came for. Steve eyed Bucky up and down noticing that his right hand was pressing down on his right side.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just a graze”

“That’s not just a graze tinman” Tony says also eyeing up Bucky’s side.

“I’m fine. Come on let’s get this done” Steve and Tony share a look of concern behind Bucky’s back watching the man starting to lean on his left side to make it easier for himself.

Just as Bucky turned the corner his foot stood on something making a beeping noise, looking down he swallowed. “Steve”

“What’s up?”

“C-can you go and get my phone off the jet”

“Huh? Why?” The blond looked at Tony who shrugged in response.

“Ju-just get me my phone please, please Steve”

“Okay-“

“I���ll get it Cap” Tony says before flying off to the jet. Steve made his way to where he knew Bucky had gone.

“Stop! Stop Steve”

“Buck what’s going on?”

“I-I’ve erm I’ve triggered a bomb I think” Bucky admits with his head downwards trying to find a wire in hopes that someone could deactivate the thing.

“Buck…”

“I know okay I know. I can’t find the wire but I-I know it’s bad alright”

Neither one of the super soldiers realise that the rest of the team including SHIELD agents could hear the conversation through their comms. Tony’s feet faltered when he was heading towards Bucky’s duffle. Nat squeezed Wanda’s hand, Sam closed his eyes and Steve looked around desperately hoping he could see a wire or something to deactivate the bomb he could see under his best friends boot.

Back at the shared home you shared with Bucky you was getting all the ingredients for Bucky’s favourite meal. The loud buzzing of your phone startled you from its place on the counter.

“Hey babe, you on your way home? I’m making your favourite dinner tonight, why? Because I love you. How was the mission? Everyone’s okay aren’t they? Buck?” You rambled, excited to talk to him, it wasn’t until you noticed that he was completely silent on the other end. You pulled your phone away from your ear and checked to see if the call dropped but it didn’t. “Buck?”

“Hi baby”

“Are you-“

“I love you, you know that don’t you?”

“I do, Buck wha-“

“I love you more than anything, please don’t ever forget that okay”

“Bucky what’s going on? Are you hurt? Is Steve with you? What-“

“Baby I-I’m not going to make it home tonight”

“No no no you are alright, don’t be silly babe. You’ll come home to me a-and I’ll take care of you and you’ll be okay-“

“Love, listen to me, I’m not, god I wish I was but it’s not happening b-but listen I love you a-and I love Peanut please tell them that, promise me that you’ll tell them, baby please”

Gasping for air as your airways started to close up you nodded completely forgetting he couldn’t see you, with a painful rasp you promised him that you would keep your promise.

The team shared glances at hearing Bucky’s mention of Peanut, unaware of what he was talking about. Due to Steve’s enhanced hearing his heart broke at hearing your voice sounding broken.

“I love you Y/n. I love you” Bucky repeated softly as the tears streamed down both of your faces.

“Steve?”

“I-I’m here mate”

“You need to get ev-everyone out of here, now. I-I can’t hold on any longer”

“B-Buck, Sam can get you out-“

“He can’t and you know it. It-it won’t work alright, no point in two families grieving. But Stevie you need to pro-promise that me that you’ll take care of Y/n, please I don’t want her to be left alone”

“Bucky if you hold on for five minutes Sam can get you out-“ Tony says as he tried to fix the right wing that had been damaged earlier that day.

“I don’t have five minutes. Okay I-I don’t have that alright, please you all need to leave”

“Buck-“

“Leave! Just get everyone out of here, please Steve”

“O-okay. Okay everyone get out, now.” The agents start leaving but the Avengers don’t. Tony was still trying to fix Sam’s wing, getting frustrated as the wires and pieces weren’t connecting properly, even Tony’s suit was too damaged to use. None of them wanted to leave him alone.

“Steve, it’s okay. It’s okay just promise to look after Y/n, you’ve only have a few minutes left to get out so please guys, just go.”

Reluctantly they do as he says, knowing that it was no use arguing with him. Both Sam and Tony have to drag Steve out as he refused to move, to leave him best friend to die.

“W-we’re outside Buck” Steve says through his comms, standing far enough away from the base he clinged onto Tony’s arm.

“Good. Baby are you still there? Hey, hey it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay I swear. I love you and Peanut so fucking much baby. I’m sorry princess, I really am. Baby? I have to go now alright, I love you” everyone bowed their heads at hearing Bucky’s words.

Bucky closes his eyes and smiles softly as the last image he’s ever going to see is of his greatest love. Slowly he moves his foot off the bomb.

Steve tried to keep up his promise but it wasn’t working as Y/n kept pushing him away. He understood that she was grieving but so was he but he also made a promise to his best friend. He couldn’t let Bucky down.

A month after that fateful day it was time to bury the remains of Bucky’s body. The team went back into the base after the smoke and fire cleared, all disobeying the direct orders from Fury, they refused to leave without Bucky. It wasn’t fair on him or on Y/n. For the first time in that month they had seen her, she didn’t answer their phone calls or answered the door when they went to the apartment she shared with Bucky.

As they stood by the side of the coffin watching as it went into the ground, Y/n looked up to the sky and smiled sadly. They all noticed her hand placement.

“Y/n, a-are you?” Steve asked.

“Four months, Buck wanted to tell you but I told him it was too soon. I-it was three months the day, that day, anyway that’s why he was retiring, he wanted to be there for Peanut” she said softly.

“H-he was retiring?”

“He gave Fury his notice, he only had a week left before he retired”

The news of hearing that he only had one week left made their stomachs hurt. He was so close to being free from fighting and raising a family with his love.

“Y/n-“

“Don’t apologise okay, I know he’s still here with us. Please don’t be strangers alright? I’ll see you around” Before they could reply she was already walking away from them.

As she gave birth she had Steve on one side and Wanda on the other, both ignoring the throbbing pain in their hands as she squeezed them.

“He’s gorgeous Y/n, what’s the little man’s name?” Nat asked as soon as they were allowed in the room to see the newest member of their family.

“Buck said if the baby was a boy he wanted him to be named after him so, James Stevie Barnes”

Nobody was aware that the Bucky was in the room, he stood at the bottom of the bed watching with admiration in his eyes at his love with her arms around their son. His arm on the shoulder of his mom Winnie. The two stood there long after everyone had left, Y/n and baby James had gone to sleep.

Placing a kiss to his son’s head he told him that he would always watch over him. Moving to the bed he did the same to Y/n.

“I love you both forever”

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[caffinated-squid]

Dissecting Pete and his complicated role in The Eltingville Club

Time to talk about Pete, the character that I have actually struggled the most to write about because I have a lot to say and have been struggling to coherently organize it. Also because I have seen some other people make really good analysis pieces about him, so I’m going to try my best to contribute.

On surface level Pete appears to have the same function as Jerry in the club, he is the support of the group and is able to break up a lot of the arguments that Bill and Josh get into. However, Pete doesn’t resolve the actual problem, he actually has the tendency to exacerbate it by actively encouraging the characters shitty behaviors instead of calming them down. One example that comes to mind is the Steel figures, instead of getting Josh to calm down and move on, he goes on a rant about the movie, and then encourages Josh with the idea of burning down the Steel display.

There is also the possibility that he originally joined the club as a kid both to talk about their nerdy interests together, as well as to get away from the violence in his family. But overtime he ended up needing to deal with fights and arguments from the club, as well as eventually participating in it.

*Focusing on Petes temper for a second, I think the main reason why a lot of his outbursts result in property damage is from him having no fucking clue how to deal with his emotions. From the brief scenes we hear his dad talk and what Dorkin has mentioned, Pete grew up in a household that encouraged toxic masculinity and rejected his own interests as being unimportant or for children. Dorkin also mentioned Pete growing up in a physical household where he was hit a lot, (which can also be implied when his dad threatens to break his legs if he ever tries to meet with the club again) so his go to for anything is to get violent, its the only acceptable emotion to express.

**I also like to think this is why Pete had the least of a reaction when Bill goes on his rant tearing him down, its probably the norm for him.

I find Pete’s contributions to the environment of the club to be interesting because of how contradictory it is. Pete is usually the character to call other characters pussies or make fun of them for not doing things that are traditionally masculine, (like the comment to Jerry about how sewing is for chicks, sissies, and sweatshop workers) but at the same time needs to defend his own interests from the club as it gets brushed off as being gay or not worth discussion, including needing to defend his admiration of horror make up/special effects.

His reaction makes sense in the context of his family life since they don’t care about his interests either, and the club being his only friend group probably gives the urgency to both protect his interests while also aggressively stamping out any suggestion that it implies something about him. If bi Pete is canon, I’m assuming he doesn’t even want to think about it because if it were true, it would probably lead to more isolation and more things for the club and his family to shit on him for.

Out of all the character punishments, next to Josh, I think Pete got the worst of it when it came to punishments, as he was forced to throw out all of his horror stuff after the comic shop burned down, since his method of escapism was completely ripped away from him and confirmed as non important kids stuff that he needs to grow out of. It’s also sad to see because in comics like Unstable Molecules and They’re Dead, They’re All Messed Up, you can see Pete’s interest in horror make up and costumes shine through. Mentions of him improving the zombie looks from the prior year and his admiration for the horror make up in The Twilight Zone episodes show that he cares about the craft behind it. (same with him talking about horror icons like Peter Cushing, Anne Rice, and Christopher Lee)

Destroying this escapism didn’t make Pete more of an adult. Ironically he became more of a child as he got older, his insecurity about his interests made him seek out more adult content, both because its content he gets off to, as well as wanting to be perceived as an adult, which is why he gave up comics years ago ‘to take up fuckin.’ Pete never solved any of his actual problems, he’s still short tempered, a sex pest, and insecure about himself, but is now the one abusing other people with his scrap of power, just like his dad and probably his brothers did to him.

[genericpuff]

look i know i've talked about it before but it was more from the angle of analyzing how this plotline could have been about persephone legitimately overthrowing hades, and not from the angle of how this one scene completely undermines all of rachel's manufactured attempts to "create a dialogue" about sexual assault and consent

and i'm specifically referring to THIS SCENE.

honestly hades is a toxic piece of shit himself who deserves jail for life but like. the tonal whiplash of this comic often has me feeling torn between "persephone is a victim of grooming who became what she once despised" and "persephone was actually always a deeply insecure and manipulative person and that's why she and hades get along so well" 💀😭 regardless of whichever conclusion you come to, neither of them are exactly indicative of a writer who really understands consent or healthy relationships, because despite whichever scenario makes the most sense, rachel still tried (and in many ways, succeeded) to convince her audience of girls and women alike that these two are healthy couple goals and that her extremely limited 10th grade understanding of consent and sexual health was "helping people"

and yes this further cements persephone as rachel's self-insert

because while she's gone on record to say she's never been sexually assaulted, she has admitted in interviews and social media posts to being in similar situations where her autonomy was being invaded upon

including a literal REAL LIFE STALKING SITUATION

like. that is an incredibly shitty and horrifying situation to be in. and i wanna make it clear, i'm not trying to use this against her in any way. this is something she didn't deserve to go through and reversely, does deserve to move on from.

i bring it up though precisely because it's incredibly telling that she, as a writer who claims she wants to use her platform as a means to "help people", is not capable of actually practicing what she preaches, and thus her characters aren't capable of doing that either. she's still exhibiting and glorifying behaviors and traits that align with the people who have harmed her, because HADES LITERALLY FUCKING STALKS PERSEPHONE AND IT'S PLAYED UP FOR COMEDY-

THIS SHIT WAS IN THE PILOT VERSION OF THE COMIC TOO, BEFORE IT WAS EVER AN ORIGINALS SERIES. HADES HAS ALWAYS BEEN WRITTEN LIKE THIS AND IT'S ALWAYS BEEN ROMANTICIZED AND PLAYED UP FOR GAGS.

LIKE I'M SORRY, IS THE "DECONSTRUCTION" HERE JUST SUPPOSED TO BE RACHEL TURNING HER OWN TRAUMA INTO COMEDY INSTEAD OF GOING TO THERAPY ???

FUCK.

[tannedalien]

summary: a shinsou x fem!reader. NSFW!! reader sends her nudes instead of the maths homework she needed help on.

warning: may include graphic sexual content, 18+ readers only, characters are aged up, part 1, part 2

It's four in the morning. ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING AND you have not done ANY of your maths homework that has been sitting by your bed for weeks now. It's due in 4 hours and your already stumped on the first question.

"..I think it's algebra" said the voice on your phone.

you're on a call with denki as he's the only person in 2A who DARES to be awake at this time. You decided your maths homework was a lost cause without a little help from someone and the first 3 people you called where already fast asleep. Considering denki is the only person awake, he was your last hope.

"y-yeah! I think its algebra!!"

"do YOU even know what algebra is?"

there's was silence after that, you facepalmed at the fact you've only just realised you are asking for help from dunce face himself.

"YOU asked for MY help! be grateful that I'm willing to stay awake for your ass"

you rolled your eyes playfully. looking at the empty papers in between your lap, deciding its no use to even try with denki, as sweet as he is, he isn't going to be the one to help you tonight unfortunately.

"hah, it's alright denki, I'll just say I forgot about it tomorrow"

you said, saying your goodnights and letting the poor boy get some sleep. only god knows what he put on his homework.

you decided scrolling through your phone for a bit would calm your nerves from aizawa's lecture in the morning. you where usually a bright student, always handing assignments in early and being polite to everyone around you. but something had caught your eyes recently. instead, SOMEONE has caught your eye.

A certain purple haired gentleman had been on your mind recently, since he had been placed in 2A you had seen him a lot more than you had hoped.

You originally saw him in the sports festival and you thought he was pretty cute then but now... this was unfair. Why did they have to sit him right in your eyes view, you could see him no matter what when sitting in that maths class and GOD was he GORGEOUS.

you smiled thinking about him "..shinsou......."

...

"SHINSOU"

the realisation hit you, of course, you had been looking for a reason to start a conversation with him and its a pretty common fact that shinsou is a night owl so maybe he could help.

You opened your contacts on your phone and went straight to his number.

Y/N: hey! sorry to bother you but I was wandering if you could take a look at my homework for me? I have no clue what any of this means and you're my last resort :)

you waited for what felt like forever, staring at your screen and biting the top of your thumb nail.

Shinsou 💋ྀིྀི: yeah sure, send it over :)

you automatically sent the photo, tapping quickly on your phone to get the interaction done and over with, not actually looking at what you sent.

as you went to look if the photo had actually sent through the dorms shitty wifi, you noticed something. that wasn't a picture of your homework, it was of you. naked.

You almost had a heart attack there and then, you wished you could crawl up into a hole and die.

You instantly try and delete it but for some reason your phone was buffering out and wouldn't let you delete your photo, your phone had just crashed at this point and the only way of resolving this would be to reset your phone, delete the photo and pray to All Might he didn't see that one.

you turn your phone off and start the process of waking it up again, your hands where shaking and it felt like you couldn't breath, you cannot believe you have just done that. to SHINSOU of all people.

As your phone turns back on, you're flashed with a *ding!*

"Message from Shinsou 💋ྀིྀི"

your heart sunk as your raised your phone to enter the password, thinking about all the ways this could go wrong.

....

what.

please let me know if this was dog this is only meant to be a little test draft to see if I still got my fan fiction mojo, thanks guys :)

[anexperimentallife]

The Gaza genocide is going exactly according to the US Evangelical Fundamentalist Christian agenda, with which they hope to wipe out all Jews and Muslims

To anyone raised in the US Evangelical Fundamentalist Christian Dominionist movement in the US, the horror and inhumanity, the genocide Israel is engaged in against Palestinians right now is not a surprise. We all KNEW this was coming, and those of us who got out of the movement we were raised in have been trying to raise the alarm for decades, mostly to either deaf ears, or accusation of antisemitism.

(Because, they would say, "if you don't support Zionism, and stand behind everything Israel does, you must hate all Jews!" Ignoring that many Jews all over the world--yes, including many Israeli Jews--do not support Israel's foreign policy.)

Because everything in the orbit of Israel is going exactly to the Evangelical Fundamentalist Christian Doomsday plan--a plan that has been OPENLY talked about in Fundie circles since I was a little kid being indoctrinated into it.

In case you're not familiar, let me break down the Fundie thinking here:

Their support of Israel and embrace of Zionism is based around their beliefs that:

a) the return of Jews to Israel, and then Israel/all "unconverted" Jews being completely wiped out in an apocalyptic war, is essential to Jesus' return.

b) but that any nation that DIRECTLY opposes Israel will fall even if they defeat Israel. So that in order to fulfill prophecy, they must

c) set someone ELSE up to wipe out Israel/the Jews.

(To go into more detail: They believe that "the Jews were God's original chosen people until Christians took their place in God's favor when the Jews denied Jesus." But that God is still attached to his former faves and will punish anyone who wipes them out--thus the entire fundie idea is to get someone ELSE to do it, then serve as "the instrument of God's vengeance" by genociding the genociders.)

So they support Israel's increasing violence intentionally to create greater and greater conflict and turn more of Israel's neighbor states against them, meanwhile fostering the idea that with the power of the US backing them, they cannot fail.

And here's their next planned phase--maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually

Once things reach a tipping point, the Fundies (currently the single most powerful force in US politics, thanks to ANOTHER multi-generational plan openly talked about in Fundie circles, which was specifically designed to put Fundies amd their allies in powerful positions) will force the US to pull support from Israel so that its neighbors can destroy it, then use that destruction as a pretext for their own genocide against remaining Muslim/Arab (there is little distinction between the two in their minds) peoples.

Christian Fundamentalist support of Zionism has always been about the elimination of both Jews and Muslims, and bringing about a Christian/Capitalist (aka fascist) world.

They emphasize that they LOVE Jews, and maybe don't even entirely HATE the "evil Muslims," but that this is "God's will," and that they have no choice but to obey. They'll even shed crocodile tears about how sad all this is, but believe me--they are CELEBRATING inside. They are OVERJOYED, because they think this will bring about the Rapture, the end of the world, the Thousand Year Reign, and all the other crap in their shitty Doomsday prophecy.

(This is also their excuse for every other group they are trying to destroy. "Oh, I personally have nothing against the gays, but I have to follow God's will. Plus our children need to be protected from their recruitment efforts." During slavery, then segregation, Black folks were often said to have "the mark of Ham, meaning God said they were DESTINED to be slaves because of Ham's sin. Oh, WE'RE not saying it; GOD is!" See also: child marriage, and lots of other talking points.)

Don't believe me? Ask around on the EXvangelical tags. Listen in at some of the more conservative churches in your area. There are a lot of us who were raised being brainwashed with these ideas and had to deprogram ourselves.