#i'm not gonna comment on how strong their claim is or whatever

[saylorsaysstop]

REPUTATION ERA | Bat Boys

What song/lyrics describe your relationship with a Bat Boy?

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BRUCE WAYNE 🖤 | KING OF MY HEART

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury."

When Bruce Wayne saw you, he was starstruck. Women had enticed him throughout his years as Gotham's most eligible bachelor but none of those women made him come to a dead stop in the middle of a crowded room and lose his breath. But you did.

The moment his hand brushed yours in greeting, his heart somersaulted in his chest. This feeling, this emotion - it was foreign to him. Alfred had never seen Master Wayne speechless. As he strives to protect Gotham, Bruce does the same with your heart.

You were royalty in his eyes. The way you commanded a room with the simple wave of a hand, how you impressed anyone who crossed your path. It was an immediate decision Bruce made in his head that he couldn't survive another night without you being his.

He was the king of secrets considering his masked identity, but Bruce never felt the urge to keep his love for you a secret. He wanted to lock the two of you behind closed doors, not because he was embarrassed or ashamed, but because he was terrified of another man sweeping you off your feet. Bruce Wayne. Scared to lose a woman. Who would've thought?

No fancy car or gadget could ever compare to the soft luxury of your lips on his. Bruce loved to say that you were a drug and he was an addict, never wanting to go to rehab to get you out of his system.

What's Gotham going to think when he finally gets engaged to you?

DICK GRAYSON 💙 | DRESS

"Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub You kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about,"

The love between you and Dick is like touching a live wire. It electrified and every spark between you is brighter than the rest. He started as your best friend and quickly turned into more- so much more. Nights where you raided Bruce's alcohol stash after Wayne Manor parties, both of you drunk and making out like teenagers with your hands all over each other.

The confessions of love spoken in private between each other. The line of your friendship was easily blurred the moment Dick made it known that he had such strong feelings for you. The first time his lips brushed yours, you were nearly swept off your feet at the erupting butterflies in your belly.

Dick became a lifeline. He made you feel beautiful. Everyone thought they knew the story between you and Dick, but needless to say, no one knew the truth. You and Dick have a love that people desire for themselves.

JASON TODD ❤️ | CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

"'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to,"

Jason getting close to someone after everything he endured hadn't been easy. But when his heart leaped ahead ten paces before his mind could and he found himself entangled with you, he knew he belonged nowhere else except in the comfort of your arms. Jason stole your breath the moment you laid eyes on him. With his honed physique and dark hair, you were a sucker for whatever he had in store for you.

You loved Jason more than the world. He claimed to never own you, although he found it undeniably attractive to know you wear a chain around your neck with a little J dangling from it. You loved the idea of him being yours and you would gladly sport your love in public for the man.

Jason wasn't quick to add a label to what you two were doing, afraid that he'd jump too far ahead. He had been let down so many times in his life that he wasn't willing to sacrifice his heart for a woman... But when you laid in his arms and told him you wanted him for good, Jason's anxiety was immediatley lifted, and Red Hood's heart cracked to let line and golden warmth whoosh through it.

He vowed to make every day spent with him better than the last, even if some nights he came home in defeat. He knew that when he got to hold you in his arms, everything he worked so hard to fight for would be worth it.

TIM DRAKE ☕️ | DELICATE

"Long night with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share."

What Tim didn't admit to his brothers and Bruce first was the nature of his relationship with you. Tim had always been the cautious one, the one who thought of everything from beginning to finish. So when he stumbled across you and wound up in bed with you that night for a string of hookups that quickly became more, Tim knew he was in it with you for the long run.

Your little apartment thirty minutes away from Wayne Manor was easy to access for Tim to sneak to after patrol. You gave him a spare key and the moment you'd hear his footsteps on your staircase, your adrenaline would skyrocket, your skin would grow hot, and before you knew what was happening, Tim's hands would be running through your hair and claiming your mouth in the dirtiest of ways.

Your entire relationship with him from the first spark to the inferno that rages between you two had been nothing short of delicate. You didn't have such a good reputation in Gotham City, especially as the daughter of a crimelord Batman was in the throes of stopping, but Tim couldn't care less because you were good.

The thought of sharing Tim with anyone else infuriated you. With such a delicate relationship blooming between the two of you, you swore with everything in you that you'd treat Tim with the utmost loyalty and respect, two values he had no issue giving in return.

[natriae]

Suna rin x reader

(no pronouns used but mentions of reader dating another guy)

Suna Rin is a little shit.

and you should have known that when you started dating him in second year, but no. Even though you guys broke up years ago he always found a way to be near you. Like now, hanging out at small underground restaurant in Hyōgo. The dim lights and all the shots that were taken should have driven your mind away from the 6'3 EJP Player next to you, but no. He made sure to turn away from the table and lean into you from behind. He claimed it was so Atsumu could hear him, but everyone in the table knew that wasn't true. Especially with his arm leaning on your backrest.

"no ring, huh, i thought you had a guy. What was his name...Kai? eh whatever" He said staring right into you eyes. One of his eyebrows cocked up and the same sly look in his eyes as he had years go when he asked you out.

It's not that Rin was a bad boyfriend. He was perfect and that was scary because you knew that you would do anything for him. Be at his beck and call when ever he needed, and if he ever got sick of you... the pain would be unbearable. So when the two of you graduated highschool you told him that you guys would break up when you went to university. He looked hesitant but he complied. He made that summer the best one yet. He spent ever night with you, hogging up your bed, deciding at three am that you guys should go watch the stars, making sure to take you on every adventure in Hyōgo.

"no, i know you know we broke up." you got closer to his face as you said that. Same stern eyes you would give him when he would act out in highschool.

"huh interesting, i really did know," He smirked at that. Everyone knew. Atsumu had told you about how he lurks on your social media and is always ready to fight a comment that isn't nice.

Teasing with words wasn't all he did that night. Everytime he got up from the table and passed you he would make sure to lightly hit your head or purposely only bring back drinks that were one short. Always with a little "oops" waiting for you to snap.

"i'm gonna go home," You begin to stand up, but two lanky but strong arms come wrapping around your waist pulling you to the lap you could never forget.

"no you are not," he said slightly muffled as his head was pushed into your back. Rin never acted like this unless it was private and Atsumu, Kita, and Osamu were still at the table. They only glanced over before switching back into their own conversation. "stay...please"

"Suna, you are drunk. no,"

"i'm not! Please just talk to me... just for a few minutes...please" Rin always knew just how to get you. He'd open his eyes a little more and glance up at you like a lost kitty. This time though, his eyes were watering and thats when you knew he got you. He never cried. You've only seen tears leave his eyes once. When his sister graduated elementary school. He was so proud of her, and thats when you realized he only ever cried for those he loved. They were the only ones worth his tears.

"come with me," Of course he listened to you and stood up still holding on to your waist. You guys said your goodbyes, and pretended not see Atsumu raising his eyebrows up and down at the two of you.

"where are we going" He asked. His body was still behind yours back bent so that he could walk with his forehead on your shoulder.

"my hotel to sober up,"

"you don't live here?"

"well theres one thing your stalker tendencies didn't notice. Shizuoka Prefecture. That's where i live."

"thats where i live, though, huh?"

"god you're so drunk. Come on, head up." The two of you continue to walk until you got to the elevator. He immediately slumped again with his head on your shoulder. Once at you hotel room you sat him down on the bed and grabbed some water for him to drink. He listened and began chugging the water. You sat down next him and gently placed you hand on his lower back. Just like you use too.

After a few moments he turned his head to look at you. The sly, cunning look was no longer there and instead there was a sad little boy looking at you. His back was still bent. Correct posture was never his strong suit, so you let out a little giggle seeing how much he hasn't changed. He said so many words just by looking at you. Your parents always told you that from their point of view the two of you had your own form of communication. And you think they were right in way. You knew Rin was hurting and he has been since you told him you would end things once summer was over. So many years he hoped that you would come back to him.

"yes" You said and it's all you needed to say. Rin knew what that meant, and his eyes widened in shocked. "but... you need to fix your posture first," You pushed his back and put a hand on his shoulder to move the top part of his body back.

Suna Rin was a little shit, but he was your little shit and you loved that

[alice-after-dark]

okay wait ive got 2:

1) when people portray vox as a cringefail loserboy whos whipped to heaven and back for either al or val

2) when people act like r*dioapple has more foundation in canon than any other alastor ship

Hello friend!!!

Okay, hard agree on both fronts.

(putting under a cut cause this got long oops)

On the first one, fucking THIS. Vox is flamboyant and theatrical and he definitely has a temper, but everyone seems to forget that he is LITERALLY introduced to us as a manipulator of the masses. Like I adore the press conference scene. This is who Vox is to the rest of Hell. People take him very seriously. When the accelerated extermination is announced, people rush to get his opinion. Fuck, they don't even do that to Charlie, the literal Princess of Hell! Vox has his moments sure, but defining him by the occasional cringe is like defining Charlie by that one instance where she was having her conspiracy board red string moment and losing her damned mind trying to figure out what to do to get her plan to work. That's not who the character is at their core. And Vox is most certainly not whipped. There may have been a time in his life where he was for Alastor, but even if that was the case, that time is long dead. Literally the moment he finds out Alastor is back, he launches an attack. That's not whipped and I don't think he really ever could be. Whatever happened between them clearly caused him a good amount of pain and even if things get better between them, I don't think they'll ever have what they once did. At least not right away. As for Valentino, it's called damage control, not being whipped.

On the second one, not gonna lie, I don't pay all that much attention to R*dioApple (censoring out of courtesy because that's how the ask was sent) so I've never seen this claim, but I totally get why that would be frustrating and kinda bs. I may be a ship-what-you-want-to-ship kind of person, but uh...yeah it's made pretty clear at every opportunity that Alastor and Lucifer don't like each other, so to claim they have the strongest foundation in canon as a ship is a little...yeah, no. Like, I get it, I'm a RadioStatic shipper and there is definitely problems between Vox and Alastor, but we know that they have some kind of history and that they, at minimum, were friends (referencing the photo and Alastor's "old pal" comment"). We know canonically that Lucifer and Alastor met for the first time canonically in episode 5 and Alastor instantly felt threatened and went on the attack. That's not a solid foundation for canon.

Again, if you like R*dioApple , THAT'S TOTALLY FINE! YOU DO YOU! It's not my cup of tea, but that doesn't matter! If you like it, go forth and enjoy! But be realistic. There is nothing wrong with liking something that doesn't have a strong canon basis and you don't need to force one to ship something. Fuck, I do it all the time! My favorite ship in this fandom also currently hate each other! And I love me some good ol' they've-never-even-met-but-fuck-they-would-be-so-interesting. Shipping something purely because you enjoy the potential dynamic is totally legit!

[noxinkwell]

Let's Talk About: The Bizarre Relationship Between Readers and Writers/Authors and Book Reviews/Fanfiction Comments

So this is gonna be a rambly one and I'll put a TL;DR somewhere, I promise, but I've been on BookTok and I wanna talk about the weird relationship between authors/writers (published and non published) and readers. Let's create a discourse on the types of conversation we see online about books/literature and fanfiction. TL;DR: A book is not bad because you hate it. A character is not bad or poorly written because you hate it. And it is so freaking important to remember to think about what authors are intending to do with their writing before you make very strong claims about it. Writing is such a personal experience because of most of us (if not all of us) write from a personal place in our hearts. Getting negative feedback is not at all helpful from randoms on the internet so maybe don't share it where the author can easily see it (i.e. don't tag them, don't comment on their fanfictions).

Disclaimer:

We are all entitled to share our opinions.

The BUT to that is: We are entitled to share out opinions kindly, respectfully, and we should keep in mind keep the thoughts of those who are on the receiving end of those opinions.

Initially, I thought it was a cognitive dissonance but I'm not sure the definition quite matches up. But maybe it does, so let's go with it.

If anyone is curious though:

Cognitive dissonance occurs when a person's behavior and beliefs do not complement each other or when they hold two contradictory beliefs. 

Typical examples:

"I want to get healthy, but I'm not going to make the changes to do it."

"I could have done more work, but I watched TV."

"I really want to help the planet, but I'm not going to recycle."

To me, it occurs with readers like this: "I want to help make the writer better by giving some random concrit/constructive criticism to an author when I have zero idea on what their intentions are as a writer."

Or: "I'm going to leave a negative review for a book and it will impact other people to read the book or make the author change how they write."

I am mostly talking about this as a fanfiction writer and someone who reads more published writing than I do fanfiction (these days).

My first thing is: Goodreads. Or just comments/reviews in general on fanfiction and other literature/books.

Some of the Goodreads reviews are. fucking. bizarre. And by bizarre I mean, they are so aggressive. And they bring zero productive conversation to books. They're just inflammatory. They're not at all constructive and quite frankly, they're not helpful for readers either.

And let me just say, that is entirely fine. Y'know, I think book reviews are for READERS and not the WRITER/AUTHOR, but still... I'm not even sure what I gain as a reader reading this type of review:

*yawn* I'm really sad I wasted my time on this romance that was completely overhyped, in my opinion.

or

at any given time, i feel like i'm reading romance as a cry for help.

And when I see these types of reviews, I feel like people fail to remember this very simple thing: Not. all. books. are. made. for. you.

Not. all. fanfiction. is. made. for. you.

You. are. not. always. the. target. audience.

So why do you read it? Stop reading it—especially if you can't share that opinion in a kind way. It's not productive.

When I get feedback on my writing (as a fanfiction writer) I will always, always, always ask for specific feedback. Is this line okay? Are my characters coming across in this way? Is the pacing okay? Does this make sense? How's my SPaG? How's my prose as a whole? Am I varying my sentence structure enough? Is my character development going okay?

And sometimes, with my most trusted writing friends I will say: "Hey, give me whatever feedback you think I should hear. Give me what you feel is going to help strengthen my writing."

Because YES—in my opinion, some parts of writing is purely objectively good or bad.

So when I see reviews or comments about someone saying a character is objectively annoying or that they don't relate to them I get sad. When I see that someone says a book is bad because of xyz reason... I sometimes want to shake them because it's just not how that works.

A book is not bad just because you hate it. A character is not bad because you inherently dislike her/him/them.

A fanfiction is not bad because a character did not do something you didn't like. A fanfiction is ALSO not bad if the character was out of character from canon and you didn't like the choices they made (this one irks me the most as a beta reader and a writer).

Why am I saying all this?

Because sometimes, readers forget what the author or the writer is intending to do with their writing. Sometimes the writer intentionally makes the characters annoying. Sometimes the writer intentionally adds angst and hurt and pain and jealousy. Sometimes the writer intentionally adds TOXIC traits to a character because they thought it would be fun or because it serves the moral they're attempting to tell. Sometimes they're toxic because it's DRIVES THE PLOT.

If a character cheats or kills someone it does not at all mean 1.) the author is condoning it and 2.) it doesn't mean the character is a bad character or a poorly written character either.

It just means it didn't resonate with you.

So I want to ask you all: Do you ask yourself why you dislike something before you decide 'yes, I hate it'? Do you think about what the writers intentions are when you're reading? And hey, perhaps, this type of reading may take the fun out of it for you. And I get that. What I don't get though, is disparaging authors and writers who are trying to make a living or trying to write for fun because you feel the need to give criticism on something that you actually may not know enough about.

To top it all off, we don’t know the authors. We don’t know the writers. So an author/writing receiving “advice” or “constructive criticism” from a random “schmuck” in their writing is just not gonna over well. Writers take a lot of time practicing their craft. While we’re all entitled to an opinion, it doesn’t always need to be shared in the face of the creator. I say this kindly, sometimes, you’re reading a fanfiction or a novel and you don’t like it, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you know why and it doesn’t mean that your opinion on it aligns with the goal of the person telling the story.

Constructive criticism is a WHOLE other post probably, but I'll just say this here: If you don't know how to give it, then don't give it. If they didn't ask for it then DEFINITELY don't give it. If you REALLY have to give it, think about what you’re saying before you say it. And if someone is upset with you giving concrit and they never asked for it, maybe look within and ask why you felt this was helpful for the person on the receiving end of that concrit.

Also, if you're gonna post something negative: Do not tag the author. And if you're gonna comment negatively: Don't post it on the fanfiction either.

Why? Because reviews are. for. readers. You saying that you didn't like something on a fanfiction does not do anything for the writer except discourages them. Fanfiction writing =/= Published writing.

If the author wants it, they'll ask. (And I will post something this later). Did you make it this far? If you did, damn. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. Authors and writers are humans. We write from a personal place in our hearts. Sometimes we write about the things in our lives that hurt us the most. Sometimes we write about other extremely personal experiences. So getting feedback on it is scary and forcing negative feedback for them to see is not kind. Writing takes hours, days, weeks, months, and even years to do. Reading takes...a fraction of that. So before you go and destroy someone’s work with your words online, maybe think about it first.

I, too, am an avid reader and sometimes we just want validation for our opinions (good or bad). But sometimes it's important to remember how we share them.

[snowbaamgyu]

heyy, can i have a request for a fic inspired on that video of yeonjun almost gagging after being full from so much cake??

don't mind if it's a little kink-related haha

Sugar Rush

Heyy, this request thankfully didn't take that long as I was really inspired by that clip, for the anon, sorry if it isn't soo canon complaint like, I know the clip of Yeonjun almost gagging was from his birthday live back on 2022, but I had a better idea so I really hope you like it 🥹

"Hyung, i'm bored" Beomgyu whined, it was their day off, Soobin and Taehyun had gone to the gym and Kai was hanging out with his sisters, only him and Yeonjun didn't feel like going out, they wanted to stay at the dorm but it really was getting boring.

"And what do you want me to do? I'm not your personal clown or anything" Beomgyu rolled his eyes at the older's comment; "But you ARE my personal clown" he pouted, this time Yeonjun was the one to roll his eyes "fine, what do you wanna do?" Beomgyu smiled at him "Let's bake a cake!! I looked up for some recipes and it seemed easy"

They got all the ingredients ready, as well as the utensils.

"You want chocolate cake or vanilla?" Yeonjun questioned, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. Beomgyu thought for a moment but he knew he wouldn't choose just one.

"Which one do you like the most, hyung?"

"Hmmm.." he thought for a moment, considering his answer before replying.

"I really love a good chocolate cake but if there's anything with raspberry that trumps it, without question." he finally answered, smiling. Beomgyu had an idea then, "Let's do one with raspberry filling."

Yeonjun's eyes widened at the suggestion. "Yes, absolutely. That sounds heavenly." he said, practically salivating at the thought, a lopsided smile on his face. "What kind of frosting?" Beomgyu already knew what his hyung would like "Caramel sauce?"

A smile spread across Yeonjun's face as he mentioned the idea, clearly in love with it. He nodded enthusiastically.

"You know me so well, of course I'd be down for that. I might lick it straight outta the bowl, I won't lie to you." he admitted, a cheeky grin on his face as he teased him. Beomgyu turned to look at him "If you do that you'll get sick hyung" Yeonjun rolled his eyes at his comment, scoffing dramatically and shaking his head.

"No I won't, stop with this lies." he said, pretending to be offended by his words, knowing he'll 100% lick the bowl clean. Beomgyu just gave in "okay then do it, if you end up with a tummy ache then don't whine about it" Yeonjun smirked at him and crossed his arms, raising a single challenging eyebrow.

"You know I won't. I've got an iron stomach, I'll be fine." he stated, a cocky confidence on his face that told Beomgyu he already accepted the challenge.

The duo kept on mixing everything, anxious at how the cake would turn out like. "Okay let's put this into the oven and help me cleaning the bowl, do not lick it, seriously hyung" Yeonjun rolled his eyes again, trying to hide a annoyed pout at Beomgyu telling him not to lick the bowl. "Fiiinneee. But I'm definitely gonna eat whatever I find stuck in there." he muttered, reluctantly bringing the bowl over to the sink and starting to wash up, sulking silently like a big child.

The younger looked at Yeonjun as he washed the spoons, he left the bowl at last place but was still untouched, raw dough still there. "Well, since you claim to have a strong immune system then do it, I won't stop you" Yeonjun's pout immediately vanished from his face and was replaced by a excited smile when the younger gave him the green light to lick the bowl. He set the items he was washing into the drying rack and quickly dried his hands. "Finally, I was waiting for months for you to say that." he joked, grinning as he grabbed a spoon from the counter.

"Well, now we have to wait for the cake to be ready" Yeonjun sighed dramatically after Beomgyu put the soon to be cake into the oven, clearly impatient as he wanted to eat it immediately. "How long will that take?" he asked, putting the clean utensils back into the drawers and walking over to where Beomgyu was standing, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall "hmm the recipe said it took at least 40 minutes, let's go play some games for a while until it's time"

Some minutes passed and Yeonjun was growing impatient, asking again "How long will it take now?" Beomgyu looked at his phone to see the hour "Uhm a couple of minutes more and it'll be ready" "A couple of minutes? Ugh, but I want the cake noww." he complained, groaning loudly and dramatically and throwing his head back against the wall.

"Why can’t the oven just finish faster, this wait is killing meee."

As Yeonjun was complaining they both heard the "ding" sound indicating the cake was ready.

"Okay go grab a plate" Yeonjun perked up at the sound, immediately springing into action and heading straight for a cupboard and pulling out two plates. He was basically salivating at that point, wanting to eat the cake as soon as possible. "Hell yeah." he said, holding the plates in hand and waiting for Beomgyu to cut the cake.

"Okay here's your portion, don't eat it too fast or you'll upset your stomach" Yeonjun rolled his eyes at his warning, knowing full well he'd ignore it and eat the entire slice in seconds. "Yeah, yeah, mom. I'll eat slowly, I promise." he teased, before immediately shoving a huge bit into his mouth and starting to chew. "Seriously hyung I know you so well, you'll end up being sick and— what? you've already finished it?" Yeonjun had the biggest, cheekiest smile on his face as he set the plate down back on the counter, swallowing the piece he was eating. "I told you. Iron stomach." he said with a cocky smirk, crossing his arms over his chest triumphantly. Beomgyu just sighed "you want another one don't you?" Yeonjun's eyes widened at the question, a hopeful look appearing on his face. He nodded immediately, a eager expression on his face. "Yes, absolutely. You seriously have to ask?" he said, jokingly giving him an offended look, pretending to look appalled. "You're going to end up sick, trust me, I bet you can't stomach so much sweetness" Beomgyu knew exactly what was he doing, he wanted to see Yeonjun hunched over the toilet, panting, sweating, most probably shirtless and giving the younger the perfect panorama of how his stomach contracted to bring up anything. The older grinned as he heard him, rising to the bait as always. He nodded, confident of himself. "Come on, bring it on. I can handle it, I will prove to you I can eat many slices of cake without feeling unwell." Yeonjun didn't hesitate even for a second, immediately cutting another slice and practically shoving the whole thing into his mouth. He barely chewed before he swallowed it down, letting out a satisfied sigh before speaking. "See, told you I could do it. No pain at all." A gurgling sound came from Yeonjun's stomach, "are you alright..?" Beomgyu had to ask, he knew Yeonjun was prone to get an upset stomach easily. Yeonjun placed a hand on his stomach, a surprised look on his face at the sound it made. The confident look immediately faded and was replaced with a confused expression as he felt his stomach make another, louder, gurgling sound. He gave him a weak smile and tried to play it off, though his stomach was clearly protesting from the amount of cake he had eaten. "Yeah, I'm fine. It’s probably nothing." Yeonjun hesitated, his confidence fading by the second.

His stomach made another loud gurgling sound, making him grimace slightly, but he didn't want to admit he was at his limit just yet.

"I...I'm fine. For real, trust me." he insisted, trying to ignore the uncomfortable ache in his stomach.

"Okay I trust you, but you can stop if you want to..." Beomgyu pushed, knowing the older had too much pride to give up just yet, Yeonjun gulped, hesitating at first, but finally gave in to peer pressure and cut another slice of the cake. He knew he was pushing it by eating a third slice, but he didn't want him to know he actually was starting to feel unwell. He shoved the slice into his mouth all at once and quickly chewed before swallowing it down. It was then that his stomach made another loud protest noise, sounding like it was about to burst.

"Oh you look pale are you sure you're okay?" Beomgyu asked almost mockingly, Yeonjun tried to play it off as he was fine, but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so. His stomach was in agony at that point, and it was clear on his face, his expression pained and sweaty. "Yeah...yeah, I’m f-fine..Just a little...full, that's all." he replied, trying to sound convincing, but failing miserably.

Yeonjun didn't know why he was putting himself through this hell, but he was too damn stubborn to back out now, so he ate what remained of the slice and shoved it into his mouth, his face wincing slightly from the discomfort. He quickly chewed and swallowed, barely any time to even taste the cake before his stomach made another loud, very loud, gurgling sound almost as if it was saying to knock it off already.

"Let's stop here, you gave your best I can see you're at your limit now" Yeonjun tried to act as if he was fine, but it was practically impossible. His face was pale, he was sweaty, and his stomach was making painful, almost guttural, sounds. He managed a weak smile to try and hide it, but he was clearly in a lot of discomfort. "Yeah...I told you I could do it." he managed to reply, his voice straining slightly from the pain he was trying to hold back. Beomgyu ignored for now the older's discomfort, knowing it would just take some minutes for him to see that perfect scenario he always has on his mind. "Well now let's go to my room and watch a movie" Yeonjun nodded, still trying to maintain his composure and act like he wasn't in pain, but he was incredibly grateful for the distraction the movie would provide. The pain in his stomach was starting to get unbearable, and he could tell he wouldn't be able to hold it back for too long. "Yeah, sounds good." he answered, slowly standing up and following him to his room, his arms wrapped around his stomach the whole way there. As they lay down Yeonjun starts hiccuping making a sound as if all his insides were coming up as well, a sound that made Beomgyu almost gasp, but still he pushed his act asking a normal "you okay?"

Yeonjun's face winces each time he hiccups, his stomach sending another painful twinge of discomfort throughout his entire body. He tries to wave it off, but is unable to stop the continuous hiccups. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just hiccups, that's all." he attempted to brush it off, though he was visibly in pain and looked more and more nauseous by the second. "Really? It doesn't sound like it's just hiccups, you look like you're about to lose the bet, ah... such a shame, now my Yeonjunnie hyung has an upset tummy" Beomgyu fake pouted, Yeonjun was at his breaking point at that point, the pain in his stomach was overwhelming. He shook his head, trying to hold back a wave of nausea that was trying to rise up his throat. "No..no, I'm fine...I don't want to lose the bet.." he mumbled stubbornly, struggling to speak without hiccuping again.

"Okay then... I'll bring popcorn, you pick the movie" Beomgyu shrugged as he left the room, Yeonjun can be free, miserable for a moment, sitting on the bed, his arms wrapped around his protesting stomach, and stares blankly at the wall in front of him, trying to distract himself from the pain by counting the seconds in his head. The hiccups continue to come, one after the other, and he's silently praying that they'll stop soon. However, they don't, and he can literally feel himself slowly getting more nauseous with each hiccup.

"I'm back— wow, are you sure you feel alright?" Yeonjun attempts another weak smile and a nod, but the pain in his stomach was increasing by the second. He was starting to look more and more pale and was fighting a losing battle against a wave of nausea that was trying to rise up his throat again. "Y-yeah, absolutely fine. No problem here." he replied, trying to keep up the facade that he wasn't at his wit's end and struggling to hold back from throwing up.

"Well what movie did you choose?" Yeonjun, who was practically seconds away from projectile vomiting all over the bed, couldn't care less about the movie at that point. All he cared about was trying to breathe deep, slow breaths to calm his stomach down. "Uh, I don't know- I just picked one, uh-" he answered, his voice strained as he spoke and another painfully loud hiccup escaping without his control again

"Okay now you're practically gaging, let's just go to the bathroom I don't want to clean up your puke from my bed" That's it, Beomgyu finally had to say those heavenly words, Yeonjun was about to protest and say he was fine for the hundredth time, but his body betrayed him and he was suddenly hit with a wave of intense nausea and he quickly stood up from the bed. "Y-yeah, bathroom- I need the bathroom-" he managed to get out, his hand covering his mouth and he stumbled as he attempted to get out of the room, barely able to walk. Yeonjun kneels in front of the toilet, Beomgyu does the same beside him rubbing his now sweaty back, feeling how tense every muscle was.

"Hyung, take this off, you'll be more comfortable" Beomgyu said as he tugged at Yeonjun's shirt as the older did as told, the motion making everything swirl around uncomfortably, a wet burp escaped through his lips, making him put his head above the toilet just on time for a bit of bile to come up, with a frustrated sigh Yeonjun just gave in to his fate.

"Okay, whenever you're ready" Beomgyu whispered on his ear as he slowly rubbed his back up... and down... stimulating his body to start emptying itself.

Yeonjun's face was pale and sweaty and his body trembled slightly, his breathing already laboured from trying to hold everything back.

"Oh god-" he groaned, his head hanging over the toilet bowl, barely managing to get his words out between hiccups.

"I think...I think I'm gonna be sick-"

"Better out than in hyung" Beomgyu starts patting his back.

Yeonjun nods weakly as he tries to brace himself, gripping the sides of the toilet bowl tightly as another wave of nausea washes over him, and a loud whimper escapes his lips, Beomgyu loving each pleading sound he made.

"Oh god, oh god..." he mutters, his body trembling even more, and the only warning before he suddenly gags into the bowl is the sound of him taking a sharp breath.

"It's okay you're okay.."

Yeonjun doesn't get a chance to reply as the contents of his stomach come up and spill into the toilet bowl, his body heaving and convulsive as he retches over and over.

He tries to take a breath between each round, but the waves of nausea keep coming in between the vomiting, and he's unable to get a break from the pain in his stomach.

"Oh hyung I told you we could stop the bet" Beomgyu by now was practically faking worry, he was enjoying every little bit of this situation.

Yeonjun couldn't speak even if he wanted to, he was too focused on trying to stay upright and emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. He tried to nod, managing a very weak nod, showing he finally agreed that the bet was stupid and he absolutely should have stopped.

For a couple of minutes things settled down, Beomgyu turned a bit to look at him, brushing his hyung's hair from his sticky forehead with his fingers "are you done? shake your head if you're not"

Yeonjun attempted to take a deep breath to see if he was done, but it ended in a hiccup again that made him gag once more, some more vomit coming up. He shook his head, letting him know he probably wasn't finished with emptying his stomach.

"Okay that's it, keep going, you'll feel better soon"

Yeonjun nods weakly and grips the edge of the toilet again, his body shaking and his face pale as he vomits again. After a few more rounds, his stomach finally seems done, and he slumps against the wall next to the toilet, breathing heavily, wiping his mouth and letting out a soft whimper.

"Are you done now? Beomgyu said as he combs his fingers through his sweaty hair; Yeonjun nods weakly, not having the energy to speak quite yet, and his head falls back against the wall behind him. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes closed as he feels the wave of nausea finally fading and another soft whimper escapes his lips, the pain in his stomach slowly disappearing.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

Yeonjun takes another shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes and focusing them on you. He nods slowly, the nausea had faded but there was still a dull aching in his stomach, a reminder of what he had put himself through.

His voice is strained and hoarse when he finally speaks, barely a whisper "yeah, still hurts a bit..."

"Oh.. then maybe I'll have to rub it to make it feel better, don't you think?"

Yeonjun nods immediately, his throat dry from throwing up to keep speaking.

Beomgyu pressed his hand onto Yeonjun's middle and moved it slowly, feeling how tense it was, each time Yeonjun burped a bit Beomgyu felt on heaven, loving how the older made whiny pained sounds after each burp.

After a while he slowly pushes himself up from leaning on the wall, his arms trembling slightly, and he lets out a soft groan as he stands.

"Water...please..." he mumbles, still panting slightly

Yeonjun slowly sits back down against the wall by the toilet realizing how weak and exhausted he felt, his head hanging low and his breathing still laboured. He can feel the exhaustion settling in now - the pain in his stomach had diminished but the act of throwing up had absolutely exhausted him.

"I feel light..headed..." he muttered, his voice quiet and slightly shaky.

"It's okay, stay there I'll rub a cold towel on your face" Beomgyu finally stood up for the sake of his hyung, he's had enough fun for now.

Yeonjun nods weakly, not even attempting to move and just stays where he is. He felt awful, but the slight relief he felt from emptying his stomach and the exhaustion made him too weak to even think about moving.

"Okay.." he whispers, his voice coming out soft and hoarse, a clear sign of how much the ordeal had taken out of him.

Beomgyu looked at Yeonjun's pale face while he cleaned him up with the wet towel, his stomach still making noises

"I'll give you some medicine once you feel good enough to walk"

Yeonjun closes his eyes as he cleaned his face with the towel, the coolness feeling nice against his hot, sweaty skin. He can still feel his stomach churning and rumbling, a reminder of the pain he had just experienced.

He takes a shaky breath and nods in response to Beomgyu's words, silently praying that he'll feel okay soon. The idea of medicine sounds heavenly at that point and he knows it'll help the last of the nausea disappear completely.

"Are you alright now? Do you want to brush your teeth"

Yeonjun nods slowly, pushing himself up once more, this time using the wall to support himself as he stands. He looks at the toothbrush and grabs it, using it to carefully brush his teeth and get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth. Once he feels a bit better, he looked at him.

"I'm ready..." he says, his voice still a bit shaky and soft

"Okay then, let's go to the bed again, wait for me and I'll bring medicine and some tea" Beomgyu was now on full caretaker mode.

Yeonjun leans on the wall for a moment to catch his breath, feeling slightly dizzy and a bit weaker than usual, before nodding and starting to slowly walk back to the bedroom.

He slowly sits down on the bed once again, still feeling a bit weak, and waits for Beomgyu to return with the medication and tea, silently hoping they'll make him feel better soon.

After a while the younger came back with a tray that had the cup of ginger tea and some pills. "Take these and we can cuddle as we watch the movie so you can sleep better"

Yeonjun looks at the tray he brought in, grateful for the medicine and tea, and he grabs the pills and swallows them quickly, washing them down with the ginger tea.

He nods when Beomgyu mentioned cuddling, a small, exhausted smile on his face.

"Yeah, that sounds nice..." he mumbles, his voice still soft. He scoots over in the bed, making room for him to come and lie next to him.

"Also, there's a trashcan by your side in case you need it, I'm sorry you feel so bad now" Yeonjun nods, glancing at the trashcan set next to the bed, grateful for its presence. He shakes his head slightly, a small smile on his face as he looks at his dongsaeng.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault. I did this to myself with the stupid cake challenge..."

"Okay, enough apologies, let's watch a disney movie, if you want you can sleep" Yeonjun nods again, leaning back on the pillow behind him. He was starting to feel drowsy, the medication and exhaustion taking over him, but he didn't want to fall asleep just yet.

"Disney sounds great...and I'll try to stay awake, no promises though..." he mumbled, a small tired smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm let's watch Tangled literally my favorite" Yeonjun smiled at the suggestion and nods, relaxing a bit more into the bed, his hair messy from his previous ordeal.

"Great choice, love Tangled." he says with a soft yawn, his eyes already starting to feel heavy

Beomgyu combs his fingers through his hair, playing with it as the movie starts, Yeonjun closes his eyes, a small hum of contentment escaping his lips as he played with his hair. The soothing feeling of his fingers carding through his dark strands was slowly lulling him into a state of relaxed drowsiness, and he slowly began to doze off as the movie started.

Yeonjun was fast asleep, his head leaning heavily against the younger's shoulder, his arms wrapped around him in a loose embrace. His breathing was slow and steady, his tired body finally at rest after the difficult ordeal it had gone through that night.

After a while he started stirring, Beomgyu looked at him, brushing his hair with his hand "Are you feeling better? you're kinda warm.." Yeonjun nods again, a small yawn escaping his lips as he does. He was still feeling a bit groggy and weak, but the pain in his stomach and the nausea had mostly faded now, thanks to the medicine.

"Yeah...better. Still kinda exhausted though..." he answers in a soft, tired voice. He didn't feel feverish, just a bit hot, but maybe that was because he was wrapped around Beomgyu.

The latter chuckled "You're a big baby, look at you, wrapped around me like a baby koala" Yeonjun chuckles weakly at his tease, not bothering to deny it. He was well aware of how clingy he could be, especially when he was feeling tired or unwell, and it seemed that sleep had only heightened that clinginess. He tightens his hold around Beomgyu slightly, snuggling into his side and nestling his head against his shoulder

"Can you blame me? You're comfortable..." he grumbles, his voice getting muffled in his shirt

"Go back to sleep, you look like you need it, I hope you feel even better when you next wake up."

Beomgyu just smiled, watching the older go back to sleep.

[paperstarwriters]

asdfghjkl I was busy earlier today and I found out about Chayanne & Philza's little incident through tumblr and then watched the vod so I feel like I'm gonna throw my cooldown analysis about the whole thing onto the tag as well lol

fyi these are all headcannons tbh, I don't have enough time to go through everyone else's videos to try and make any accurate claims so yeah. Not Theories just headcannons lol

Ok so lets start this off strong; Chayanne met his (big brother? uncle?) Technoblade in the realm of death and that's were he got the glock. Forget about the other gods, or whoever, or whatever, gave the guns to the other eggs, Chayanne got his gun from Techno.

also, also, I know that "canonically" it was all just a bad dream, but I can't help but imagine the situation as a scenario where they genuinely did die, but they were all brought back to life by that federation of gods everyone keeps talking about, and while externally they're all going "hmmm yeah scary, scary awful nightmare" they, like everyone else on the island are growing highly suspicious about what's going on behind the scenes

From a literary standpoint, I find this fantastic because Phil has kinda been mostly out of the loop when it comes to major encounters with those in power. Like the others have gotten jobs from the gods and got their guns that way while Phil has just been minding his own beeswax and guarding Chayanne (and now Tallulah) with his life. Now he's been forcibly looped into this whole mess, and I'm eager to see him move forward into the environment and eventually kill god again with much more knowledge and intent. Like if it doesn't happen in game, I HOPE someone writes a fic about it lol

Anyways also, I like to imagine that the gods that be are maybe just a little weary of Phil. Like they let him use the maximum defenses for his home and were very, very quick to resurrect his eggs after their death lol I know it's mostly because of circumstance but I am all for Phil slowly and accidentally becoming a sleeping giant on the server lol.

Like, tying this into the the death did actually happen but they were resurrected headcannon from before, Phil's dying comment was that the powers that be want the eggs dead—I haven't checked this up on many others' streams or anything but I feel like if ever the other players have commented on about how the environment wants the eggs dead, the eggs don't seem to process it 100% like they make up some excuse or another that gives them reason to wander into trouble, and I know it's done in order to raise the stakes, but I feel like maybe the eggs aren't supposed to know either. Maybe the eggs are especially meant to be kept in the dark about all of this. Idk I am just trying to cope with the stress of the events lol.

[golbrocklovely]

not sure if you’ve answered this before, but what’s ur thoughts on amanda n celina’s abilities? and kris? celina thinks kris has a lot of potential too, and while that could be true (i think she’s more psychic than a medium), I don’t think celina has room to talk with how inexperienced i believe her to be… and lastly, how do u think the guys’ll be more careful/professional going forward w mediumship, like they mentioned in the conjuring debunk/adressing vid?

i've answered parts of this before in the past, but i don't mind answering it again.

amanda i've always been a bit iffy on, not bc i think she's full on faking it; i just genuinely don't think her abilities are as strong as she claims they are. if that makes any sense. i think she genuinely see things and talks to spirits. do i think she can chase demons out of houses and shit like that? no lol

one time i read a comment that also summed up how i felt about her: bc she's a christian medium, her abilities are always very skewed and i truly think her abilities would be strong if she stopped "relying" so much on her religion.

prime example i've always gave: she talked to a spirit on the queen mary before getting there, and this spirit told her it's lived multiple lives before this one that it's stuck in. and she outright disagreed with said spirit bc "reincarnation is not in the bible". and it's just like........ you talk to the dead. bffr.

as for celina... eh. i don't think she's outright lying either. but idk what to make of her abilities. and i don't think kris has any. i think she's just sensitive to spirits which is not the same as having abilities, imo.

i have a feeling that snc, going forward, are gonna be a lot less likely to work with ppl in the field, which is a shame. i think they aren't gonna work with more know mediums or psychics just bc there's the possibility that they could get caught up in whatever this person is trying to sell.

i hope that at the very least they rely on themselves more. colby definitely has some empathic shit going on, as we've seen in the past. and i think that has taken such a back burner this past year, rightfully so. so i'm hoping that they use that to their advantage. maybe get some help from other ppl to hone in on his abilities. idk. but if they just rely on their equipment going forward (at least for a while), that's fine. it's a little sad, but i get why.

[lleeroon-blog]

Moiras journal, turdas, 25th of hearthfire 4e 201

Recently i had begun crossing out things that i had needed to get done on my list, starting with putting this joining the dark brotherhood business to rest. They're based out of some strange door just outside falkreath, quite literally under the road. I must've rushed over them 20 different times and never known. They've assigned me to deal with 3 people, one in Ivarstead, one outside Windhelm and one in Dawnstar. But that's not What surprises me as of late. It turns out Leeanne is quite the converationalist. Whenever we're on the road to the next city or mission, instead of being silent, she often engages me in conversation about whatever interests her. Mostly its just her commenting about whatever wildlife we just so happen to pass and how delicious they are when eaten. Hircines antlers, her stomach is just as wide as an ocean. But during our sprint toward Ivarstead through Helgen, something happened that silenced both of us. When we had reached the gate, there was this massive Dragon resting stop the watchtower. Larger than a mammoth and blacker than the abyss. It stared us down with piercing red eyes and said "Dovahkiin, Hin Siil Los Dii. Dov Fent Vokrii Ahrk Kriin Hi, Nunon wah Mindok Dar hin Dez Fent Kos wah Nakip di suleyk." Leanne and i both stare dumbfounded at this monster speaking to us in a language that niether of us know but somehow... understand. With a mighty roar, it leaped from its perch and flew towards Riverwood, leaving us both there. "Moira" leanne shakily called out. "What in Hircines name was that?" I fall to the ground, panting from the sheer weight of the monsters power. "I have no idea. It was... otherworldly how strong it was." Leanne then cleared her throat and regained her composure "we should claim its head for the glory of lord Hircine." I looked at her with utter shock and bewilderment on my face "are you insane? That thing will kill us in seconds, we cant hope to slay it!" She responded

With a chuckle and pressed her finger against my mouth "all the more reason for us to train now, is it? I'm positive lord Hircine will be pleased with us for doing so. Maybe even make us his champion" I sighed and grabbed her hand, clasping it in mine "You're insane. But you do have a point. Plus, something that powerful's gonna start killing indiscriminately. We need to move fast if we're going to stop it." Leanne met my gaze with a smile of determination that i've rarely seen from her, her amber eyes set ablaze "Lets go hunt a giant flying lizard." I nod and interject to clarify "after, we get done with our training. Cant make Hircine happy with out corpses now can we?" She nods back at me and we rush off toward ivarstead, ready to put an arrow in a beggars head. This seems like the start of something utterly wild.

[asherlockstudy]

this is all very weird, the way you talk about real life people rhett and link is weird. they're not characters you can theorize about. their wives are real people and not characters or props in some big story you seem to think is going on. using words like "canonically" is gross. they're real people. this isn't a tv show. the state of their marriages are not yours to theorize about.

this type of behavior is just a sign you don't respect them, their relationship, or their wives. ESPECIALLY if you listened to the male friendships EB and then continued on theorizing like this.

i'm not 100% against shipping them. it's funny to point out when they do things we would associate with acting gay, because a lot of the time they do act like that. but it's not indicative of some hidden romance. they don't act the way they do because they're secretly gay. they act the way they do because they're openly very good friends. it's reductive and disrespectful to say otherwise.

Okay I had received other (friendly) mail before that but I am gonna answer this one first:

If instead of “canonically” I had written “Link himself has CHOSEN to multiple times explicitly describe fights - including throwing phones - in several GMMs around 2014-2017 between Christy and himself” does that make it better for you? Does the meaning change? Cause that sure wasn’t my theory. Should I perhaps have closed my ears the times Link spoke? Should I close my eyes too? Isn’t Link accountable at all for all the things he chooses to say in public about his private life? Is it all on me and those who listened to what he said and actually, you know, had a thought process? Okay. Granted, not many in their fandom have thought processes, judging by a concerning percentage of the comments.

Again, it is not a theory. It is perception. I am not saying what should happen. I love them if they are just friends, I actually HOPE for them to be happy in their marriages as that honestly makes their life a lot simpler and happier than the alternative.

Rhett and Link have made their fair share of alienating the shippers (who were by large boosting their channel) and it’s great for them as long as they still stand by it. Since, however, they removed their presence from tumblr and did their best to insinuate the tumblr lot is some weird edge of their fanbase (despite at the same time doing pathetic bullshit like pretending to wack each other off for a fee from every single one of us - see GME - something not a single shipper asked for and I found, well, pathetic), I believe I have room here to talk to friends who might share my perspective hoping that my words do not ever reach them.

There are comments calling them gay or whatever on YouTube and other places they have direct access / engaging with. I have never been one of them as I consider this a low thing to do, as low as coming as anon and playing the “holier than thou” card while insulting people you don’t know. But this here is my blog, in a website Rhett and Link claim to have stopped engaging with entirely. I would sooner talk to my real life friends about it if those dummies ever watched GMM, would your astral projection appear there to tell me I am being disrespectful? This, here, is a social community too. With too little potency, mind you.

I am not gonna apologise for being one of the many who find Rhett and Link’s behaviour inconsistent with all known examples of strong platonic friendship. This is what I see. We could all be wrong. I could be entirely wrong in my perception. This is what I see. I discuss what I see. Do you not ever discuss celebrities’ personalities, affairs and other topics? Do you never have an opinion about how ideal or flawed a famous person is or did you never find yourself having a second thought about a statement? Are you really that above everyone else or do you take every random person’s words as words of gospel?

If you think I do not respect them, it’s your opinion and that’s fine by me. You don’t respect me, it’s also fine. If you can’t tolerate my “disrespect” for them, block me and get over it.

Whatever is happening or is going to happen to them, their professional and their personal lives, it will never be impacted by what I say here in my dark corner without ever reaching out to them. If they really dig so deep to find my posts of all things (which I downright doubt), well they are being very paranoid. They could have used all that time having sex with their wives or going out for a date. Wasted opportunity.

[deviantartdramahub]

You have the nerve to say this -> Status by Morothias on DeviantArt. Aren't you the one who claimed to be Jellybeanism who happens to be a completely diffrent person! I thought it was a bit weird when I saen that username on Yahoo Answers, talking nothing like you do on DeviantArt. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now, I see why you changed your name. Here is how I know. First of all, let's take a trip down memory line. Copying and pasting somebody else's comment or note or complaint is easy, uh, not that I do that myself of course. Why would I when all I have to do is read whatever the person I'm talking too, or whoever is talking about me for whatever reason. And then think of a reply and job done, however, BirdThatWhispers on the other hand; Nah...his ideal solution would be to come up with a fabricated lie using old complaints made by other people about him. Comments or notes or anything that gives him the advantage to use against his current victim(s) so he can manipulate people into thinking he's being honest. BirdThatWhispers will try passing the blame on to somebody else so he can go after women or children for sexual fetish roleplays, and this is all on a website designed for artists and art enthusiasts. What a "nice guy" huh, and I mean that in a STRONG and VERY sarcastic tone of voice, BirdThatWhispers is a twisted and sick individual altogether. His limits don't stop there either, he would do that kind of crap with 12-year-old girls or boys who don't know any different. And what is the big fetish he enjoys the most? Spanking them at bedtime with a wooden hairbrush on their bare behinds.... what a freak BirdThatWhispers truly is...and I'm not kidding, I have a screenshot of him doing a roleplay with a 14-year-old girl. Does that sound anything like what that creepy prick told you, Eve? I bet you anything it wasn't. But the point I'm making here is, YOU'RE the same! You said so yourself, you can't handle the pressure, and while you "burst" into a rage against whomever, me in most cases, you can't bring yourself to shut up and read what the person is saying to you! Like you, he bullied somebody who had a condision. Like you, Bird didn't care and continued to attack. And also like Bird, you took a username that somebody else had, and pretended to be them so you could get money... money that is meant for people who suffered in that quake... I mean, do you have no shame? Do you enjoy making fun of people have condisions too like BirdThatWhispers, aka AnimeCitizen, aka whatever the fuck he goes by now....huh? Do you? You think was making fun of that prick Armstrongy85 because I thought he was a "cool person", fuck no! I thought and still do think he's a nasty pace of work liek you, a bully who thinks he can just log on and talk shit to people because they won't listen to him! And let's not forget, I've had some nuppty, you, in other words, give me empty threats because you actually believes a I'm just going to roll over accept defeat. Well, as much as I love bursting your bubble, Evie, I'm doing it again now. Nah, I'm not gonna stop or give up, I don't need a DA account to show the World what a horrable peace of shit you truly are! This isn't over, Evie... It's NOT OVER BY A LONG SHOT!

I have yet to see anything from either side of this conflict which could ever be considered proof. One side has a list of supposed alts, and has dedicated their profile to talking about what they consider to be an utmost pressing issue, but I'm sure they know the first thing that would be asked of them by a court (which includes this Tumblr group, which aspires to be a court) is how they came to think all the users they speak of are the same individual. To this day, this question has not been answered? Will today be any different? Only they have the power to make it that way. On the other hand, the accuser in turn has been accused of being a sexual deviant. But based on what?

I'm not sure who is a nice guy here, but each side throwing around claims isn't nice, and tragically the one provable thing here is digital artists being needy enough with money that they fall into what many would call this clash with humanitarianism that has been alluded to here and elsewhere. Yet it would be convenient for all of them to come here to explain themselves since all the claims about each other hold equal water.

[whim-prone-pirate]

the reason i bring my identity up is to then make the point about the importance of queer characters in my life. you didn't need to ask, i told you! isn't that nice?

i never said that any of those things attributed to good storytelling, i said i understand about storytelling functions, meaning i am not at all shocked or surprised or saddened by how tommy was treated as a supporting character meant to provide buck steps in his queer journey.

i believe bucks queerness and their relationship were handled with the amount of grace necessary. again, this was a standard buck relationship (including the goofy break up reason), and bucktommy was given as much grace as bucktaylor or buckabby or whatever else!

my take is that i don't think tommy was supposed to be representation, buck is. and buck still is, they accomplished that goal.

i check the 911 insta pretty often, but that's the only social media i have that they're on. insta is notorious for removing mean comments so it's possible i didn't scroll far enough and/or don't get to the posts in time to see the death threats you're claiming.

in my opinion, their relationship was poorly paced, as is the rest of the show. pacing and time-and-place has NEVER been their strong suit. i am very sorry that this lack has gone towards ruining the end of something yall love, and i truly mean that.

my overall point is that diehard fans took things from the interviews that they were not meant to because they thought bucktommy was more special than bucks other relationships and nothing ever promised that. they handled it with grace by doing about as well as they usually do with writing the show and did not treat them differently on the basis of being mlm.

ps: you emphatically disagree with me, and i have to think that engaging in this conversation is not a happy time for you. that is why i bring up blocking tags of content you don't like. you can avoid this by taking preventative measures as i have.

i'm probably not gonna have much more to say after this or i feel i'd be reiterating everything i've already said but reply if you'd like obvs

and another thing people are discussing this like tommy was a main character with an arc. he was supporting at best even in his own relationship. i'm sorry to say it was not disrespectful to treat a supporting character like a supporting character. he's allowed to have an unceremonious exit. bucktommy existed for buck's story… not tommy's. i am ALL FOR loving and caring for character's who don't really have a story of their own (we're all huge fans of ravi and lucy and lena hello they are/were barely around!!!), i get how fun it is. but so many people are confusing their love for tommy and their headcanons for implication that he was ever supposed to stick around and develop outside of buck. he was never gonna be his own Guy you know.

[therunawaykind]

The staple of Christmas

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: just fluff, established relationship

The Request: I found Christmas prompts I'd like to request for the holiday requests???? “Step away from the cookies.” and “Take it down. I don’t need that monstrosity in our living room.” 💚💚 thank you!!

Authors Note: Fluffy happy Leigh that's it because that's what she deserves.

I'm also still accepting any holiday requests you may have you got until the end of the month! the post for the requests can be found here Holiday Requests

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It had once again come around to spending the Christmas season with the Shaws. It’s been years since you and Leigh started dating it just so happened that you spent most of the holidays no matter what they were with her family. Albeit Leigh felt guilty about always spending time with her family and not yours. However, you assured her as much as you could that they understood, they wanted her to spend as much time as she could with her family and that now included you. It was when you both started first dating she slowly but surely started telling you about the difficulties she had with starting new relationships after what happened Matt. You assured her then like you do now that everything could go at her pace whatever she felt comfortable with you weren’t gonna pressure her. She couldn’t have been more thankful, you were one of the few people who weren’t coddling her like a baby without even knowing you made her go out and face the world head-on and actually put a huge focus on her articles with Drew.

Here you both were years later living together in a house with a little dog running around the house listening to the tippy taps on the wooden and tiled floors. As you were lugging down boxes and boxes of decorations from the attic, listening to the taps of keys from Leigh in her office listening to her soft mumbles as she types. Whilst sometimes as she calls it you become her sounding board to see if everything she’s gonna say is acceptable. As you were rooting through the attic looking for the Christmas tree you shouted down to her “Leigh, do we not have a tree here? Did we throw out our last tree?” you hear a stop in her typing as she leans back in her chair as she clicks her tongue “ehh that is a good question, I don’t think so I’m pretty sure you’re right. We threw it out because it was a small enough tree with the apartment we were staying in.”

She gets out of the chair and walks over to where the entrance is. As you sat down and looked down at her “that’s what I thought because there is no tree shape box or bag up here, am I gonna have to go get one?” Leigh smirks as she looks up at you and nods “yeah you are sweetie.” You stare at her as you start exiting the attic and exhale “and are you sure my wonderful, smart, strong girlfriend doesn’t wanna come with me?” you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her against you. Leigh giggles as she places her hands around your neck and plays with your hair “as much as I would love to join you, I gotta get this article done for Drew. You know how he gets if it’s even a second late.” You throw your head back and groan “ugh it’s just annoying sometimes but I understand I’ll see what they have and I’ll facetime you once I’m there so you can have some input.”

Leigh grins “see this is why I’m dating you, you are a genius I wouldn’t have thought of that.” Leigh places kisses around your face ending with your lips as you both smile and admire each other. You place another long kiss on her lips “alright I better go before the crazies get all the good trees, actually do you want me to go get a real or fake tree?” Leigh leans against the door frame as she crosses her arms “just get a fake one that way we won’t have to spend money every year and one year if we decide to treat ourselves to a real one we can.” You nod as you walk downstairs and grab your keys and wallet “alright I’ll be back in a while Babe.” you hear a faint bye as you shut the door.

To say the store was chaotic was an understatement but you did as you said and face timed Leigh as soon as you got in the door of the store. It took a few minutes but when she answered she was downstairs “hey love, also you’re in the kitchen what are you doing?”

Leigh shrugs “I was just taking a break now show me trees!” you laugh at her antics. One thing you didn’t expect was Leigh to be so picky about choosing Christmas trees alas here you were showing her every tree on display in the store. She finally decided on a tree she liked, you looked down at her and smirked “alright I’ll be back in a few with our new tree.” Once again you lugged the tree and shoved it into the back of your car, it may have been in the most awkward position but it fit. As you pulled into the driveway you balanced the tree on your shoulder as you knocked on the door with your forehead. She opened it far quicker than you anticipated and nearly fell in the door but to your luck she grabbed you. “You clutz.” You couldn’t do anything but look up at her and nod.

As you walk further into the house you smell the scent of fresh cookies being baked and some of the decorations being hung up around the house, as a faint smile appears on your face. You place the tree down as you run over to the kitchen like a child. The faint yelling of Leigh can be heard “Y/N step away from the cookies, they are just out of the oven they’ll burn your mouth.” but she couldn’t help but smile and seeing your happiness about the decorations starting to be hung up around the house as well as your excitement for the cookies. Your eyes dance between the cookies and Leigh, she can see the mischievous glint in your eye as she crosses her arms tilts her head and raises her eyebrow. Your eyes stop at Leigh as you purse your lips and move away from the cookies and walk over to unbox the tree. “why did you make cookies anyway?”

Leigh skips into the kitchen as she checks on the other cookies currently in the oven “well you were being so nice going into the attic to get our decorations and then went to get our very own Christmas tree. So I thought I’d do something nice for you well for the both of us as well. You lean against your knee as you look up at her “I fucking love you so much, you are the best.” Leigh looks down and blushes slightly as shifts the weight across her feet. “I love you too.” once Leigh leaves the room to get out the rest of the cookies you start setting up the tree in the corner you both had previously discussed. As you stepped back and looked at it your jaw dropped and muttered a fuck. You cleared your throat “...uhh Leigh babe can you come in here for a sec?”

“Yeah coming” Leigh runs into the living room with a cookie hanging out of her mouth. Her jaw drops and the cookie falls out of her mouth but luckily manages to catch it. “Y/N what’s with the size of the tree.”

You look at her in disbelief “Leigh I love you but this is the tree you picked out and decided.”

She eyes you as she takes a bite of her cookie “Y/N we can’t have this tree in our house it’s huge! Take it down! I don’t need that monstrosity in our living room!” you stare at Leigh and run your hands down your face and through your hair as you stare at the tree. “Leigh maybe it just looks massive because our last tree was so small, why don’t we decorate it and then see how it is. Maybe you’ll warm up to it and if you don’t we can ring your mother and Jules for their opinion also we can’t take it down because a Christmas tree is a staple of Christmas. We can’t be celebrating Christmas without a tree.” Leigh stares at you as she shoves the rest of her cookie in her mouth. Whilst her foot is tapping against the floor. “Fine let’s decorate it.”

After many hours of trying to have the tree decorated perfectly, you both flopped down onto the sofa as you both stared at the tree with the lights reflecting off the windows and mirrors. You hear Leigh let out a big sigh, you turn your head towards her and raise your eyebrows. “Okay, maybe you were right. It was just such a change from the small tree we had before.” you giggle as you shove her shoulder “I told you, you’d end up loving it.” She eyes you as she gets up grabbing the plates of cookies as she hands you one. “As much as I hate it you were right.” You grin and place your arm around her and place half the cookie in your mouth and turn your head towards Leigh. She raises her eyebrow confused, you wiggle your head motioning to the cookie in your mouth. She smiles as she leans in and bites the other half of the cookie. She hears the slight moan and eyes rolling back as you taste the cookie. Much to your surprise Leigh leans in and places a chaste and passionate kiss on your lips.

“Merry Christmas my love.”

“Merry Christmas Darling.”

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[super-unpredictable98]

The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 12: More Valuable Than The World and The End of All Things (Season 3 Finale)

Warning: Strong language, mention of death, violence, a little bit of gore, angst

a/n: So another season comes to an end... I'm so grateful for everything TEC brought me, for all the support you still give me. Thank you for coming on this journey with me, I hope to see everyone again in the meantime with the short stories and season 4 <3

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

"You look familiar," Klaus approached a tall woman with pale skin, sunkissed on her shoulders and cheeks, both covered in freckles. Her long brown hair was wild with curls and her eyes were green like mint leaves. "Noooo, Maria Fernanda? You look so much better in person than in pictures!" 

"And you look much better in person than when I'm watching you. Safado, leading my Lisbela astray..." she joked.

"Lisbela? That's the name you were gonna give her?"

"Yeah, but Victoria isn't bad, Victoria Maria is even better."

"She looks like you."

"I know. Sometimes I wish I never gave her away, but then she wouldn't have met you," Maria Fernanda took a good look at him. "You're not supposed to be here. You need to go back."

"I know, our brother keeps telling me as well, but I have no idea how."

"My girl has good taste, I'm so proud of who she became, so I trust you too."

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"Where's Klaus?" I asked as soon as the door closed behind us on the other side of the tunnel.

"I'm sorry children, but your brother- I did all I could, but he didn't make it through in time," Reginald panted. "The Kugelblitz has claimed its last victim."

"You are lying!" I screamed, crying even harder. "He was right behind me! You are the one who left him behind! I knew I couldn't trust you, you fucking demon, I'm gonna kill you!"

I jumped with all the strength I had left, wrapping my hands around his throat while Allison and Ben tried to pull me away. I saw a glimpse of fear in those eyes and it only made my bloodthirst worse, I was seeing red. 

"Let him go, he's your father! He wouldn't lie!" Alli yelled.

"He's not my father, I'm basically a human trafficking victim! You're gonna die, you piece of shit! Not my husband, not my Klaus!" 

"Let go!" She demanded and her power washed over me, forcing me to drop Reggie. "You're crazy, Victoria!"

"Victoria isn't crazy and she is right," Five muttered. "First Luther, and now Klaus."

"There will be time for tears later, now we need to keep moving," dad pointed at the door, trying to collect himself.

"You won't keep moving for long! I can knock Allison out and then I'll disembowel you, I'll carry you around by the trachea like a suitcase. Nobody hurts my husband, and he trusted you! You fucking monster!" I growled.

"This is probably not good for the baby," Diego whispered, pulling me outside and dragging me to the lobby. "You need to calm down, I know this whole situation is fucked up, but the baby is part of Klaus you're carrying. If dad can fix shit and bring everyone back, he'll be back too, so the best you can do right now is cooperate. If it doesn't work, I'll help you end dad."

"We should've stayed here, it's much nicer," Ben commented as the others followed out of the elevator. 

"Lila and I barely got out alive last time," Diego scoffed.

"But I'm here now, and the numbers are in our favor."

"Big fucking deal, you are a joke!" I spat before turning to ring the bell, but Diego held my wrist.

"Whatever you do, do not ring this bell!" He warned.

"I know what happens, the guardian comes out with his big scary sword. I can handle him, I need to kill something right now."

"Yeah, I'll take my chances," Sloane agreed, trying to ring it, but Lila stood in front of her.

"Don't, to take down this thing we need to be in the right state of mind. You two are so emotional, that's no good in a fight."

"STATE OF MIND? The man I've been in love with for over three decades is gone! Gone for real this time, and you want me to be in a good state of mind?"

"We have to be smart about this, Vicky," Viktor tried to comfort me. "I'm angry too, but if you act right now, you'll get tired too fast and lose control."

"Fine, whatever, I'll see if I can communicate with him somehow."

My head was radio silent. I couldn't hear Klaus, I couldn't even feel his presence, maybe he didn't even exist anymore. The universe turned his whole life, his beautiful smile, his kind eyes into emptiness. Now the only place where he existed was in my memory. 

Dad's mind was still a blank, he kept thinking in codes about a sigil, nothing useful at the moment, but someone was feeling really guilty in that room. And I was pretty sure I knew why.

"Allison! Why are you feeling like it's your fault? Did you know something about this?" I joined her at the stairs.

"What? Of course not!" she tried her best to look offended.

"The father of my child is dead, my brother is dead, and you... You definitely have something to do with it. You've been a different person ever since we landed here. You're not my sister, the person I loved so much and trusted with my secrets, with my life. It feels like I'm losing you too and it hurts, because I know you are a good person deep inside. So please, please tell me what you know."

"I had no idea that Luther and Klaus were gonna die," she said, emphasizing each word and I started to cry again when I realized it was true. She was guilty of something, but she didn't plan for this to happen. "They were my brothers too. And I'm sorry I haven't been the same, it's hard to keep being optimistic after you lose everyone you love. You still have your baby, what do I have?"

"I might sound like the worst mother ever, but... I'd rather lose my baby than lose Klaus," I admitted, and in the most genuinely Allison moment of that week, she hugged me. "I wanted to kill everyone here, I would if it would bring him back."

"You're not a bad person, you've spent almost every single day with Klaus ever since you were babies. He loved you more than he ever loved anything, look at him after you two got together! He's sober and happy, more powerful, more confident. You were so good to him and he was so good to you, I'm sorry. Killing me or anyone else won't bring him back, just like me killing Harlan didn't bring Claire back. I know you probably hate me right now, but I understand this gut-wrenching feeling, this resentment."

"I miss you so much, Alli," I hugged her back as we both sobbed.

"I miss me too."

"How are you holding up?" Sloane joined us, equally sad.

"I wish I stayed back too, I wish I was with him wherever he is," I pulled her closer too. "He said in the afterlife there's a beach, I wish I was there with him. He was my life."

"And you were his, I know, just by seeing the way he looked at you." 

"I'm sorry I was harsh when you first started dating Luther, I'm sorry for what I did to Jayme, and I'm sorry for walking out of our bachelorette party. You are part of this family and I love my family."

"I know everything is ending, but I thought we'd be together when it happened," she murmured, cleaning the blood from her hands. I didn't even get to say goodbye, Vicky never got to say goodbye..."

"I got to say goodbye, to my daughter and my husband, but that wasn't enough. Feelings are just too big for words," Allison rubbed my back while the others discussed the revolving doors and the 'do not ring the bell' sign. "Will you two be okay if I just go have a word with dad for a second?"

"Yeah," Sloane nodded as she left. "Vicky, how was Luther growing up?"

"Luther..." I laughed sadly. "Spacey was a pain in my ass, he was a goody-two-shoes, always had to be right. He was funny when he didn't mean to be, he was brave, he loved my red velvet cake but almost never made it to the kitchen in time. I grew up telling him that he was my least favorite, but that was never true. I love him so much and even when he hurt me, I knew that was our dad's indoctrination speaking. He was a really nice guy when he wasn't trying to be Number One. I missed him a lot when he was up there, and it was all for nothing."

"I know you don't like to talk about it, but... What made you fall for Klaus and not one of the others?"

"They say in a healthy relationship two wholes need to complement one another, but it was never like that for us, none of us was a full person on our own. We were two broken parts of one person. Call it codependency, it's how we were happy." 

In Plato's myth for the origin of love (also the Hedwig myth for the origin of love, depending on your preference), Zeus felt threatened by humans as they were, whole. Those whole humans were then split into two and sewn up, destined to roam the world looking for their other half. 

A girl born under the scalding sun of Rio de Janeiro, a boy born under the... Cow shit smell from some Amish community in Pennsylvania. Two halves of a whole who were able to find one another by a miracle, for that I was grateful to dad. And while it was wonderful to love someone like that, losing him would mean I was destined to fall apart.

"Children, gather up!" Reginald called. "Now that we've had a chance to catch our breath, the real work can begin."

"I know why I'm here and Klaus isn't. He's a distraction, and I'm useful to fight the guardian," I groaned, rubbing my red eyes. "But I'm not in any condition to look for your stupid bells, old man."

"No, the bells are simply a metaphor for this," he held up his notebook with a weird pattern drawn on it.

"The sigil," Five murmured.

"Correct, Number Five. The sigil is the key to the seven bells, once we find this symbol, we're one step closer to resetting the universe."

"And what do we do once we find it?" Sloane asked.

"I don't know."

"Excuse me? We're here because you said you had a plan," Viktor glanced at me, prepared to intervene if that last sentence made me go berserk.

"I do, up to a point."

"Finding the sigil is our best chance at resetting the universe, so let's do that," Allison suggested.

"Funny how you and dad are on the same page again..." Five mocked.

"You need to split into groups. I will go with Allison and Sloane. Ben and Five go with Viktor," Reggie ordered.

"No, you take Ben and we take Allison. We trained together so it makes more sense if we take her," he protested.

"Splendid idea... Allison you go with the Umbrellas, Sparrows stick together," dad tried to make it seem like he wasn't incredibly bothered by the changes in his perfect plan. "Everyone take a different floor, we must find that sigil."

"What about the rest of us?" Diego asked.

"You and Lila are a duo, nobody wants to listen to your endless bickering. And Victoria, you are our wild card. Your stamina and resistance are unmatched, you will help whoever needs help and keep yourself occupied."

"You're gonna leave me unsupervised?" I laughed bitterly as I headed to the stairs. "So be it."

I didn't believe dad for a second. I may not be able to read his mind, but I knew that old bastard well enough to understand it wouldn't be so easy, so I hid in one of the corners to watch his next move.

Just as I suspected, he gave Ben and Sloane some bullshit excuse to stay behind and read his stupid notes, probably preparing to ring that damn bell and send the guardian after us without any warning.

"You're not what I asked for, If I'm honest I know I would give it all back for a chance to start over, and rewrite an ending or two for the girl that I knew... Who was reckless just enough, who gets hurt but who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised, and gets used by a man who can't love. And then she'll get stuck and be scared of the life that's inside her, getting stronger each day 'til it finally reminds her to fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes that's been gone but it used to be mine," I sang quietly to push away that queasy feeling that threatened to overwhelm me again. How would I ever get through all that without him?

"Problem, dad?" I heard Klaus' voice. At least I could pick up his signal now. Maybe my existence wouldn't be so lonely if I could hear his thoughts like I did when we got separated in the '60s.

"You!" Reggie exclaimed. 

Wait a second, if dad was able to see him... Was Klaus actually there? Did he manage to come back?"

"You missed me." 

"There's only one way into Oblivion, this is not possible!"

"Well, here I am. Did you really think I'd leave my wife alone in Oblivion? I might be a coward, I might be sexy trash, but I'll do anything for her. Remember you said Vicky underestimates me? I guess you're the one who does. More trouble than I'm worth... You have no idea of the trouble I'm about to bring into your life!"

"Fascinating! I wish I could explore this more, my boy, but this is not a good time."

"KLAUS!" I couldn't wait any longer to run into his arms, my chest aching with emotion. "I thought you were gone forever, I can't believe you're here! I can't live without you."

"Even if that was the case, I would be right there waiting for you when the time came," he smiled gently at me in between kisses. "Met your mom, she's just as amazing as I suspected. She called me safado."

"You are!" I giggled.

"She said she's proud of you... But I'll show you everything later," he nodded reassuringly and turned to Reggie. "You used us, dad, to get the family back together. You used me and when I was no use to you you left me to die on the floor?"

"Leave you to die? I did you a favor! I knew you'd find your way back to the void where you belong," Reginald said as if he actually believed that.

"I do like it there, but not without my wife! And not after you murdered Luther! I have things to do here, many many things before I can take my leave."

"It was necessary and effective."

"I knew it! You are literally the worst person I've ever met in my life, you are the scum of the scum!" I cried. "You killed my brother! And you were gonna kill all of us too!"

"Stop this at once, everyone's in position except for you, Victoria! Go find your siblings, the battle must begin. I am one bell ring away from my prize and you're gonna ruin everything!"

"Don't talk to her like that! If I had a nickel for every time we heard that, I'd have... A dollar!" Klaus growled. "Doesn't seem like much money, but then again there are those dollar stores that are quite-"

Before he could finish, dad hit him in the head with a huge metal vase, killing him once again and I screamed. My stomach couldn't take that, I was hormonal and my morning sickness was kicking my ass... Just as I tried to recover to kill that crusty son of a bitch, he rang the bell and a loud echoing gong resonated all around the hotel.

"NO! You absolute idiot!" I managed to say, trying not to gag. "Now the guardians-! FUCK!"

"No more distractions, Victoria! If you don't want your siblings to get hurt go help them and remember everything I taught you. Klaus will be just fine, he dies time and time again and still comes back to pester the rest of us every single time!"

"Oh, you want me to go fight?" I asked.

"Yes!"

"Then fuck you! I'm staying right here with Klaus."

"And let your siblings suffer the consequences?"

"The world was gonna end anyway, we were all gonna die and I feel sick. Besides, if you don't trust them, why did you ring that fucking bell? I'm staying here, you go fight if you want to. And if you try to touch me or my husband again, I will kill you without a second thought."

"Very well, you may carry the weight of their deaths if that eventually happens."

"No, dad, you may carry the weight of their deaths."

This time wasn't like the others, Klaus didn't come back immediately after dying. He probably had stuff to discuss with Luther, coming up with a plan to fix everything. It's very Luther to try and fix everything when it's completely hopeless.

When Klausie finally did wake up, he groaned and squirmed on my lap. "I feel like there's a lot more death than sex in this marriage, we should fix that..."

"Your brilliant plan to get us out of this is to get laid?" I asked as he stretched and sat up.

"What is it that thing you say in Brazil? What's a fart when you already shit yourself?"

"Klaus?" Diego asked, thankfully he was still alive after dad's dumbass strategy.

"Oh my God, Klaus, are you okay?" Viktor was the next one to show up, Lila came next.

"What happened?" Allison ran down the stairs. "We thought you died!"

"My husband always finds a way back to me," I said before realizing how insensitive that would sound to Alli and Sloane. "Because that's his power, I'm sure if your husbands were princes of death, they would come back too..."

The rest of the family arrived shortly after, they all looked like hell. I know it wasn't my fault that the guardian was after them, but maybe dad was right, I felt that weight on my shoulders. Maybe if I decided to help instead of waiting on my husband, they would all be fine.

"Why didn't you help?" Ben growled. "You are all tough, be useful!"

"I'm sorry," I murmured. "When Klaus showed up, I couldn't think of anything else and I wasn't feeling well."

"How did you get here, Klaus?" Sloane asked.

"I have my ways, a couple of aces up my sleeve. I'm alive and amazing, despite dad's attempts to bash my brains in. But tearful reunions later, what you need to know right now is that dad killed Luther, and he locked me out of the tunnel, and he rang that stupid bell," Klausie explained.

"Vicky was right then," Viktor remarked.

"When will you start listening to me? I'm always right! I can see what you think, I can see what you see, I'm a... Master of puppets," I folded my arms defiantly. "I told you I wasn't crazy! It was that sadistic fuck!"

I pointed at the entrance where Reginald waited patiently and finally the others decided to corner him and demand answers.

"What's your plan, old man?" Five asked.

"We don't have time for this," Reggie said.

"You killed Luther!" Sloane cried.

"I had no choice, you refused to come together as a team."

"All of that bullshit about bells and Norseman... It was all a lie, you brought us here to die!" Ben blurted out and for the first time, I saw a glimpse of my brother in there.

"That is not so! Somewhere in this hotel is the key to resetting the universe, we just need to find the sigil."

"And who can guarantee that once we do you won't just erase us from existence completely?" I asked. "You clearly hate us, you have no consideration for any of us. We could be the most perfect children a father could ask for. It would still not be enough for you and you wouldn't love us!"

"Right! You made us believe Vicky was crazy when she was the only one in her right mind!" Diego shouted. "We don't give a shit about that sigil! We barely survived that fucking guardian with the stupid helmet and the sickle!"

"The guardian we killed had an axe," Viktor frowned in confusion.

"Ours had a sword," Sloane pointed at the cut on her stomach.

"There's one left," Lila looked back at Diego. "We have to go after it. We have Vicky now and I can replicate her power, it'll be easy!"

"Oh, I'm sure Ms. Crybaby will be such great help against that giant!" Ben mocked. 

"Mrs. Crybaby to you," I rolled my eyes. "And I'm perfectly fine to fight, just show me where this piece of shit is."

"Do any of you have painkillers? Or could you just shut up?" Klaus held his head. "I told you, celestial comedown is a bitch... Everyone is so loud, I feel like my brain is about to liquefy and come out of my ears."

"I'm sorry, baby, but this is a really important discussion. Everyone is fucked up, looks like I'm the only one left to fight-"

"I found the sigil!" Five called, but before he could show us where it was, the glass ceiling crashed above him, letting down the last guardian and his sickle. 

The blade chopped Five's arm clean off and I had to cover my mouth not to scream and make things worse. While I was busy looking up at the mezzanine to make sure my brother was okay, the guardian threw the sickle and sliced Klaus' stomach open. 

"That's just what I needed..." I grumbled. "How do I say torniquete in English?"

"What about fornicating?" Diego asked while the guardian hit Ben right on his weak spot, the place where his portal opened.

"Ugh, forget it! Sloane, lift me up! I need to go for the head," I asked.

As my feet left the ground, I didn't have much control of where I was going, but I stopped the blade with my forearm and it flew to the other side of the room. Unfortunately, it wasn't lost, it was still attached to a chain that he was holding. He pulled it back to try and kill me again, once more unsuccessfully. 

Each time this thing would hit me, I made sure the impact was not wasted. I sent it right back, but it didn't seem to help much beyond damaging the armor. I was right about this fight, it would come down to who had more stamina, and it wasn't looking good for me. 

That thing was not human, it couldn't be, and it had way more energy to spare than I did right after my honeymoon and the most stressful day of my life, all while constructing a whole human being inside my body.

"Nobody messes with my wife or my sister, you son of a bitch," Luther's voice made my heart stop for a second. He lifted the guardian without any trouble and threw that thing over his head. 

"Klaus, are you doing this?" I watched that blue glow emanating from his hand like he did that once in the theatre with Ben. "Oh fuck, you must be in so much pain!" I kneeled to apply pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding, not that it mattered anyway. 

"Only when I breathe," he gasped.

"Then don't breathe," I chuckled. 

In the end, Reginald was wrong. Luther was the most qualified to fight the guardian, not me. My super resistance is only useful when paired with his super strength, he was always the one taking the bad guys from behind while I distracted them or throwing me like a missile to destroy whatever was in our way. We are only good as a team, I could never win on my own. 

"I really hope he didn't hear all the stuff I said about not hating him, he'll be so cocky."

"Oh, I heard it. Didn't know you loved me so much, Die Hard," Luther teased before taking Sloane in his arms and directing a glare at our father. "All those years I stayed loyal to you. You wasted my life on the moon, and for what? To use me on this stupid mission?"

"You did have a purpose, I left you to guard the most precious thing in the universe," dad managed to say firmly, even though he was very much shocked. 

"And what was it? Clearly not your children!" 

"You'll soon understand, you all will!"

"I can't hold it anymore..." Klaus breathed. "I'm gonna die."

"It's okay, honey, you can die. Just be careful, don't leave me here alone!" I begged, turning to watch as Luther slowly faded from his wife's arms. I had felt the same way Sloane was feeling, gutted, hopeless. Losing the person that matters the most, and I couldn't stand to do it again.

"Don't worry about me Liebling, I'll come back," Klaus said right before letting go.

"The sigil is on the lobby floor!" Five screamed just as the guardian seemed about ready to wake up and I prepared for another round. "It's the stars!"

"Children, find a star on the sigil and stand on it!" Dad asked. 

"Seven points, seven of us... We're the bells," Viktor quickly stepped onto one of the spots.

"Go ahead, I'll hold him up," I jumped on top of the guardian, ready to throw the first punch, but that face made me recoil. It was covered in holes from where roaches came out. "Shit, I could've used a trypophobia warning, you nasty asshole! Klaus, go stand on a star!"

"What? Star? Okay," he dragged himself as soon as he woke up.

"No, not you," dad stopped Allison before she could find hers. "Five, hurry is the only way to stop him!"

Five analyzed his options as the sound of engines got louder and louder. He was most likely remembering how his older self warned him not to save the world, but he decided to give the plan a chance, blinking to reach the last star while I gouged the guardian's eyes out with my nails. I was scratching his face and trying not to gag once again when the roaches ran up and down my arms.

"Hey! If you guys could get this over with it would be great," I screamed. "This is fucking disgusting!"

"Why is it not working?" Reginald turned the pages in his notebook looking for answers. All the seven bells were in place, something was supposed to happen, but it wasn't. 

"I know why," Sloane sobbed. "That thing Vicky said to me earlier, about being one half of a whole. Part of Klaus is missing, he's no good by himself."

"Victoria! Come here right now and stand next to Klaus!" Father asked and this time I was more than glad to obey. 

"Aww, my other half," he embraced me and the stars finally lit up.

A powerful electric current connected all of us, zapping the guardian like it was nothing and the hotel around us slowly disappeared giving place to some sort of extraterrestrial backroom. Somewhere that couldn't possibly be on earth. 

That's when the pain started. I couldn't move, I couldn't fight it, my last bit of energy was being sucked out of me just like the day when Viktor blew up the moon. Everyone seemed to be in the same situation, except for Allison, who simply watched as Reggie programmed a machine.

I could hear them faintly arguing in the background, for a person who wasn't used to pain at all outside of my monthly cramps, it was excruciating. It was torture and I couldn't even think straight, but then I remembered:

"Fortune!" I whimpered. "Klaus, what's gonna happen to Fortune?"

"I... Don't know," he moaned, never letting go of me as if we were glued together. "We can't lose her."

"He killed Luther, tried to kill Klaus, he won't stop until we're all dead," Five choked out.

"You are killing them!" Allison finally seemed to notice the huge mistake she made with that deal. "Stop!" 

"Everything in life has a price," dad continued what he was doing, unbothered by our cries of agony and her mind control.

Tired of his indifference, Alli took the sickle from the floor and sliced his head in half. When he let go, the engine stopped and we all fell down. The eight of us looked more like a bunch of extras in The Walking Dead.

"Klaus, are you okay?" I asked despite knowing the answer.

"Are you okay?" He returned the question. 

"Not at all..."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Allison, don't touch that button, you don't know what it does!" Five warned and I turned to see our sister heading to the controls to push a red button on the screen.

"Don't do this!" Viktor tried to use his power even though we were all so weak we could barely stand.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

"Let her do it!" I groaned. "It can't get any worse than this."

Everyone was talking at the same time, we all had different opinions on what Alli was supposed to do, but she went ahead and pressed the button. I don't know exactly what it did, what I know is that everything stopped existing for a little bit. I stopped existing for a little bit.

And when I opened my eyes, expecting to see the beautiful beach in the afterlife, I saw an elevator door. 

"What the fuck?" I grimaced, looking around to find Klaus standing right next to me, as handsome as ever. 

"Hey there, Schnucki," he smirked as the door opened, leading us to a park where the Hotel Obsidian used to be.

It was a normal night, no sign of apocalypse or Kugelblitz. The stars and the moon were in place like they've always been and a gentle breeze licked my skin letting me know I was alive.

"Thank God!" I ran out and took a deep breath. 

A bust of Reginald grabbed Five's attention and I looked over his shoulder to understand what that was about. Apparently, that was the Obsidian memorial, donated by him on the day we were all born.

"Luther?" Viktor called and my head never turned so fast in my life.

He was the last one to come out of the elevator and he looked at us just as surprised. His huge gorilla physique wasn't there anymore, he looked exactly like he did the last time I saw him before the accident. 

"Spacey!" I threw myself into his arms almost at the same time as Viktor, Luther lifted us both easily. "You're here!"

"I'm here! I'm alive!" 

"Not just alive... You look hot!" I laughed. "Check out those totally human muscles! You look like my brother again! Oh, I'm gonna make you all the red velvet cakes you want and I promise I'll never say I hate you again, I never hated you! Well, I might say it if you annoy me enough, but I won't mean it!"

"Shit, I look amazing," he mused at his new form once he put me back down. 

"Lulu is all svelte now," Klaus giggled before taking a better look at me. "And you! You don't look a day over 25, darling! Your hair, your body..."

He was right, my hair that was cut short back in the '60s was long and wild again and all the weight I lost back then found its way back into my body. I didn't know how I felt about that part, but Klausie seemed to like it, not wasting a second before grabbing my ass and my thighs to feel me up.

"Guess you can't lift me up anymore," I mumbled.

"You underestimate me... Again!" 

"I got my arm back," Five narrowed his eyes.

"I gotta show Sloane," Luther turned, but she wasn't there. "Where's Sloane?"

"She was right behind us," Klaus looked at me, but I knew as much as he did. "Can you try to find her?"

"I'm not picking up any signal," I shook my head. "Allison isn't here either, where is she?"

"I don't know about you guys, but I haven't felt this good in years..." Klaus tried to see the bright side. "I'm sober, but it's not a burden. No voices in my head, no haunting feeling of being observed."

"Does anyone know where the hell we are?" Ben asked and I huffed, a little disappointed that he was still stupid Sparrow Ben.

"The hotel, or at least that's where it used to be," Lila pointed at the bust.

Could it be that it actually worked? The universe was brand new and we all had our lives back just the way it was before everything went downhill? Wow, I never imagined dad would be able to do something good for us. 

"You got your fingers back!" Lila took Diego's hand.

"Do you think that whole thing with the machine could've made me... Lose the baby?" I whispered, suddenly terrified. If my entire body was different, maybe I wasn't pregnant anymore.

"We'll find a doctor and make sure she's okay," Klaus held me against his chest. 

"I don't care about any resets! I want my wife back, where is she?" Luther grabbed Five by the collar.

"I'm glad you're alive, but please take your hands off me," he sneered.

"Not until I get an answer!"

"You know what? Screw this!" Five surged forward like he always did when he was about to blink, but this time he didn't disappear. "Something's wrong..."

"Damn right something's wrong, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Diego cheered and I slapped the back of his head. 

"No, you moron, my power! I can't blink," Five's voice was thick with concern.

Diego grabbed one of his knives and tried to flip it between his fingers, but it escaped his grasp and fell with a click. "That's not good," he murmured.

While everyone else tried to use their powers to no avail, Klaus put his hand out and waved it around. "Okay, come on... Alakazam ghosties!" he called, but instead of terrifying spirits I saw something even worse:

"KLAUSIE! Your tattoos are gone!" I took his hand, inspecting his palm which was completely clear. "We need to get them redone, they were so sexy."

"I know, they always get you going," he stared at his blank palms with discontent. "It's gonna hurt so bad, but yeah let's redo them. At least we don't have those horrid umbrellas on our wrists anymore."

"I kinda liked that, it was our team logo," I frowned, looking at my arm.

"Did you lose your power too?" Ben asked before slapping me across the face to test it out.

"Ai, seu filho da puta!" I hissed, covering my cheek. "Oh no... Now I'll be scared of everything, anything can hurt me now and I can't protect anyone."

"This means I'm mortal again?" Klaus moaned. "I better be careful, without you to protect me if I die, I'm gone for good. Shit... We better choose the tattoo artist well and pay normal price this time."

"How do we get them back, you idiots?" Ben asked as if one of us would know.

"I- I gotta go find my wife," Luther muttered before leaving us.

"No! You can't go, you were dead five minutes ago, you're fragile!" Klaus warned, but it was too late. 

"I'm out, bitches," Ben was the next one to bounce.

"No, come on, we should stick together and figure this out," Viktor called.

"What are we supposed to do?" Diego asked.

"Live our lives?" Lila suggested.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Klaus locked arms with me. "Let's go find that doctor, get my tattoos back, then maybe we can get married. Legally this time, and schedule a nice honeymoon. Wanna go to Brazil? Or Berlin? Or... Disneyland?"

"Calm down, let's find a hospital first and then Disneyland. You'll have to propose to me again if you wanna get married."

"Again? Okay, I just need a minute to organize a flashmob," he joked. "Come on, let's check on our Fortune."

Tag List: @salvador-daley @seanfalco

[sushirens]

It’s Mutual

Had this idea at 1:52 a.m., decided to write it. [Dedicated to @blooming-mushroom ]

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Fandom: Hermitcraft Characters: Ren/Doc

THIS IS A SHIP FIC ! TW: Slightly suggestive? There's a lot of flirting, maybe some intense hate-flirting more specifically.

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“I told you already, man, it’s a mutual agreement.”

“Oh, so you and Doc just mutually benefit from suddenly moving in together when you claim to hate each other? Fat chance, Ren.”

“Bdubs, bro, I know you’re jealous that you’re losing your roommate, but Doc and I have a seriously huge project this season and we figured it’d be easier if we based together.”

Bdubs was having none of this. He knew Doc, and he knew Ren, and they never got along. Ever. He took a small swig of his beer, giving the werewolf across from him an incredulous look.

“I’m not jealous, I’m just calling what I see. And I see a lot of bullshit.”

The door creaked open, the pastel pink unmistakably Xisuma. “Hi fellas,” X smiled, “Ren, thanks by the way. I know you two don’t always see eye to eye, especially after the whole revolution thing a few seasons ago, but it means a lot that one of our most talented redstoners and builders are working together on this project. People are gonna go nuts over it, I can just tell.”

Ren quirked an eyebrow towards Bdubs. “Told ya, B. All in the name of X’s moon project.”

“Fine, whatever.”

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A few weeks passed, Season Eight kicking into full gear as the two strong-headed Hermits got into a groove a fake friendship. All smiles and jokes on camera, all hateful off camera.

Ren and Doc had built up such a convincing fake friendship, even some of the Hermits began to believe they'd really turned a corner. But they hadn't heard what went on within the walls of their base.

"Keep your shitty 'Renstone' on your side of the island."

"Oh please, your raw building skills are the only shitty thing here. Without your precious "Motherboard", you couldn't build more than a dirt hut."

"Fucking werewolf."

"Dumbass creeper."

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The disdain the two held for each other hadn't dissipated, it just became more complicated and ludicrous. Wels had been the first to notice the shift in the two headstrong builders, and he decided to have a bit of fun with it.

"So, how're things Doc? You seem less pissy all of a sudden."

"Mostly because I'm getting a break from Ren. Thanks for the collab, I needed to take my mind off him."

"Uh-huh, I'm sure. We were all in Team S.T.A.R. together, but even then you two could barely stand the sight of each other. Somethings changed now, you seem to be a lot more agressive towards him."

"Because he keeps overstepping his boundaries."

In the past weeks, Ren had seriously and truly begun to grate on the scientist's nerves. The more hateful and spite-inducing comments Ren made on the sly, the more Doc found himself hating the hybrid.

"Something's different though, don't you agree?" Wels smirked, taking a long sip of his drink.

"How do you mean?"

"Hate flirting, obviously. The more you two talk the more fruity you two get."

Doc's eye twitched. Ren? Flirting with him? That sent him over the edge. Without another word he flew off towards the Octagon, mechanical eye scanning the ground for the stupid werewolf. He landed gracefully, marching over to his idiotic base mate.

"What the fuck man?" Doc yelled, shoving Ren's back against the wall of chests.

Ren grunted from the sudden impact, throwing his hand up in a poor attempt to shove Doc away. "What the hell Doc? The fuck are you on about?"

"Fucking hate-flirting is what. All week you've been annoyingly close, always bothering me for the most meaningless things."

Ren's face flushed. Had he really been so obvious? The stoic doctor hadn't realized until just now, so maybe that was a plus?

Ren tried to keep up the facade. "Dude, who's putting these ideas into your head? Nevermind, must be some faulty wiring."

A screaming match started between the two, both men shouting profanities and insults through the small gap between their faces. Their faces were flushed, but neither of them realized how close they'd moved together.

"Fuck you!" Ren spat.

"Then do it!" Doc screamed back.

Silence enveloped the two. Doc's face flushed as he stammered, trying to find the words to correct himself.

Ren stood quietly, completely shocked. His tail had stopped wagging long ago, but now every inch of fur stood up on edge.

"Doc? Bro, you okay?"

The pair had become acutely aware of how close they were, the heated breath of each other dancing over their lips. The fatal mistake Ren had made was letting his eyes glance down to Doc's lips for a moment, before continuing the awkward eye contact.

Doc sighed, breaking the silence. "Forget this."

He closed the gap between their faces, locking their lips into a heated kiss.

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The end.

Maybe I'll continue, maybe I won't.

[nightswithkookmin]

So you talked about claim and certain level of possessiveness before, especially when it comes to Jungkook. And I agree that these traits are needed to be present in healthy strong relationship. Then how do you view the Jungkook’s “joke” comment that basically gives permission to anyone who wants Jimin to themselves? It lacks that sense of “mine”. But there is the opposite side how we can interpret it. The thing is he felt like he is the one to approve what others can do with his hyung, like we should ask him and he has that right... Maybe and most probably I and several others are too strong headed to comprehend just light-hearted pass-through note but you know..what Jungkook wrote perhaps mindlessly can tell something about his attitude towards JM, right

Not you quoting me to me when yall said I was crazy with the claiming stuff

Personally I don't see the Joke in this but whatever rocks our collective boat💀

There's absolutely nothing funny bout JIMIN BEING MADE FUN OF, MOCKED, TEASED, SLURRED- MEMEMIFIED cos a band member threw him to the wolves.

Did yall not see a man punch another man on live television for mocking his wife?? That shit ain't funny. He's gonna catch a hit to his jugular.

Plus i don't see anything wrong or shipper leaning with this comment. I want to kidnap Jimin, can I? Sounds more like a thirsty PJM midnight confession than a delusional shipper to me.

It's the kind of thirsty comment I'll leave in Jimin's inbox or Namjoon's or Bang PDs. Lord knows I've said the same exact thing out here a countless time. Jimin is hot sweet sexy with perfect ratios I want him not gonna lie. If I could kidnap him I would. Not lying. I've thought of kidnapping Jungkook just to use him as a bait to lure Jimin in my bedroom🤣

I saw that comment and giggled cos I felt Jungkook wanted to expose the thirsty ass freaks in his comments. Especially as it relates Jimin. I thought way to stroke JMs already Inflated ego😭

Lizzo thirsting, James thirsting, I'm thirstinh, now everyone thirsting damn. i did not know he was being ghetto💀

Historically, neither him or JM have responded well to shippers putting their ship in their face. I mean he had a pretty strong reaction when JM reached for his hands while talking about marriage. JM almost killed someone for calling him by Kook's name. He made Hobi apologize for calling him JK.

It's really disrespectful for shippers to throw their ships in the member's face. That objectifies them. But really I don't think this was a shipper throwing Jikook in his face.

But let's say this really was a shipper trying to put their ship in his face- IT'S A JOKE. WHERE HIS SENSE OF HUMOR AT???

RICH FOR A GUY WHO ASKS JIMIN TO STAY FOR RAMEN AND THROWS A SEX JOKE TO SELL A HOODIE.

I hate when idols play into shipping, actively participate in shipping culture and turn around and call shippers delusional. I hate it.

It's how they act gay and turn around and act like calling them gay is an atrocity.

And he is delusional if he thinks anybody cares about his ship with Jimin. So delusional and a false sense of security if he thinks people like his relationship with Jimin. His ship with Jimin is the most hated ship in the fandom for him to be pulling stunt like this- if it is what people say it is.

He really didn't have to answer that.

OF ALL THE COMMENTS HE GOT BOUT JIMIN- ALL THE SHIP COMMENTS, HE CHOSE TO ADDRESS THIS PARTICULAR COMMENT.

Feels passive aggressive to me rather than funny at worst, at best it's a failed attempt to get Jimins attention and hop on the fan thirsting over JM trend.

It gives me the same vibe as Jimin reading the where is Jungkook comment in his solo vlive. Remember I said it felt passive aggressive as well and low key shady cos he was trying to force hybe's hands and the next day they shoved Kook before the camera??😏

Jungkook really didn't have to answer that especially when the Asker might have been a PJM-

It's endearing seeing him try to interact with Jimin's fans. It's just as Jimin getting out of the way to let Hobi's fancam capture him, or him getting his ass out of Tae's shot when he sensed the fan was Tae biased.

Until I saw Tuktukkers making fun of Jimin, I didn't read too much into this.

If someone had said they wanted to kidnap my partner, I'd say yes with a smirk😏

Or I'd say get in line with a knife 🤺

Either reaction is valid to me

How many times have bts read comments from fans asking for Yoongi's hand in marriage? It's almost a running joke at this point.

When a fan asked him if he would go out on a date he said yes. Does that yes invalidate his personal commitment and intimate relationships??

Why can't this be construed as him playing into that sort of banter and validating Jimin in the process??

You think a guy who called out a hater in a calm level headed manner when that fan asked him to eat shit won't calmly call out shippers on unambiguously shippy posts and comments??

Same person who called Shippers funny for suggesting he names his painting Rock Bison??

Same person who read out "they call us Taekook" knowing very well what that meant...

Same guy who tells funs Hajima when they crossing the line.

And did he post and delete that??

Idols who've addressed shippers post aggressive comments and delete.

And which delusional bubblegum think Jungkook would be giving his permission for ANYBODY TO KIDNAP ANOTHER MEMBER OF BTS.

If JK really wanted to clap at shippers he chose the wrong post to do that on. It's unwarranted, unnecessary, and missed its mark.

And all these tmi they be sharing no one forces them to share. Script where?? Do I need to know he eats Ramen with Jimin?? No. Do i need to know they eat chicken together, work out together- naa this man is delusional. If he wants to clap at shippers he should clap at himself cos really no one be shipping jikook but themselves 💀

If he'd said no to OP it really wouldn't mean anything as well💀

It wouldn't be a moment of him claiming him whatsoever- not in the serious sense of the word. it would be just as Jimin or Tae or Hobi have said Kook is mine.

No one forced him to say Jimin is his I am you you are me.

I think it's delusional for him or anyone to read more into this.

Of all the savage clap backs at shippers by idols and BTS this pales in comparison.

Get out of your imagination

He's a man too so why would my heart beat for him?

Hahaha. Let's cut it out now.

I will shoot poison needles in yo neck

Yes, of couse.... really guys??💀

And the fact he thinks it's his place to give permission to anyone pls peak delulu

I would have asked, and you need my permission why??😴

If I wanted to be sassy.

Or ask Jimin yourself

Or do whatever you want

We will never know what his intentions were or what he hoped to accomplish. I wouldn't want to read anything positive into his actions if he intended malice flowing from his desire to instill boundaries with shippers- particularly Jikook as a ship.

Nor do I want to contrue his words in a negative light because that would be gaslighting him.

He has the right to freedom of expression and is allowed to communicate his boundaries and his delights.

To me he simply enabled and indulged a fan who expressed desire to have JM for themself.

The comment wasn't inappropriate so the response can't be construed as inappropriate and ill intended.

If the comment was ill intended then for sure it merits that kind of response and it would be justifiable. Shippers don't know their boundaries sometimes and need to be put in their place.

Look beyond shipping for a moment, these people are human beings and their dignity as humans must be respected.

If the fan crossed their boundary then whatever Jungkook did should be construed as a move to instill boundaries and put that fan in their place as Tae and he himself has done on several occasions

GOLDY

[mariadelucaappreciation-kj]

I don't understand why there are some (Ma|ex people from what I see) calling Maria a bad and horrible friend??? Like did I miss something????

Chiiiiiiiillllleeeee!

What a question to return back from vacation from!

Now let me preface this: this is all my own unapologetic opinion. If anyone reading this is interested in an actual discussion? I'm always down to talk. Definitely won't entertain rude comments.

For starters: Are you trying to get me yeeted from the fandom? Lol

This question has been burning in my mind for now 3 seasons worth of show. I've long avoided writing about this "bad friend" narrative because I feel like could write a full blown dissertation on this topic. Plus, people with opposing opinions have such strong reactions to people who don't agree. But! I'm finally making time to do this.

I'll try to keep this to just a miniature dissertation. I'm about to fail miserably, lol. Sorry in advance.

In short, the answer is "she betrayed Alex" *chokes hard on this lie* when in actuality, she did nothing of the sort.

Let's start with early Michael and Maria interactions shall we? We'll stick to season one only for this unnecessary hard-hitting, in-depth analysis because the people's hate levels skyrocketed after season 1 and I don't have THAT much time on my hands. We'll kinda stick to where I think it stemmed from and why it's misguided to say the least.

From the very beginning, it was obvious to me that these two have a history we haven't seen on screen prior to the show's start. We know Maria frequently kicked/-s Michael out of her bar, yet they still give off mad flirtatious vibes while they throw jabs at each other. We see that on display early on.

Okay, let's fast forward to episode 1x07. It's a pretty pivotal moment in their relationship. She'd just sent her Mom off to the facility and in walks Michael. She tells him the bar is closed but he saunters in saying "I really need you to be open" after his not so equally rough day. She tells him "they're closed" again but eventually tells him "One drink. No talking.". She rightfully breaks down and who's there for her? Michael Guerin.

That's when I noticed that the completely irrational unwarranted hatred began for Maria. Mostly because it was obvious that Malex wasn't happening and MiLuca was definitely going to be a thing.

*record scratch*

Now let me back up for a minute. Early Malex was fine-ish to me. They just became too problematic for me. I definitely prefer MiLuca but to each their own though; like whatever ship you like. I don't know why so many people attack each other over their preference. We don't HAVE to agree.

*resumes mini dissertation*

That being said, nothing about the progression of MiLuca's relationship is at the fault of Maria. People can talk about the friend code all they want, but it doesn't really apply here. Both Michael and Alex kept each other a secret for over 10 years. Even from their best friends in the world. How can friend code start to begin to apply when no one knew their relationship existed for real?

So anywho. Maria is just out here minding her own business. Getting more flirty sessions in with Guerin. While trying to deny (and failing) that's she's feeling feelings for the guy that once described as "he's got kind of hot in a sex in a truck, smells like a river, never introduce him to your mama kind of way."

But he keeps. showing. up. Especially when she needs him the most. Sounds like a recipe for an accidentally on purpose hook up and relationship to me. *shrugs*

Cue the road trip to Texas. Who wouldn't be able to resist Maria singing Alanis Morissette? I mean, I can't blame Mikey at all. But I digress.

So, they finally drunkenly hook up. Keeping up their familiar bantering claiming that this was a mistake and should never happen again. By this time we all knew it was gonna happen again. This is a CW drama after all. 🙄🙄

After you! Welcome to all the members of The Official Maria Deluca Haters Club!

Here's the actual beginning of it all. She "dared" to hook up with Michael and thus "betraying Alex". Except, she didn't. Yes, I said it. In fact, the only one who betrayed anyone would be Michael.

Michael. Deserves. This. Fandom. Heat. He's the only one that knew both sides of the truth. He knew that he had recently kissed, slept with, and reignited old flames with Alex. When Alex started ignoring him, he moved on with his friend who was ignorant that there was ever a him and Alex. Yet somehow he's always blameless and Maria catches that faction of the fandom's virtual hands?? Make it make sense.

Coming back to it, Guerin kept showing up just in general. Even though she told him she couldn't be with him because of Alex once she found out he was "Museum Guy". She did try to adhere to the friend code. Kinda hard to do, when you've already caught feelings and the object of your affection that you're trying to avoid keeps coming around. Or whenever you're in need, he's always there. Let's not forget he literally stood guard over her even after she rejected him. I mean...

*Kanye Shrug*

Alas, cue more Maria hatred. Are you seeing the pattern? Every time MiLuca became a stronger reality, the (misplaced) anger grew. All because their preferred ship was losing out to another.

Side note: Most shows have warring ships - think Stelena/Delena. This is supposed to happen but not with so much vitriol. That's the part that gets me.

In the end, all anger really should be pointed at Mikey, but a lot of folks aren't ready to discuss how he essentially pitted two friends against each other because they both had feelings for him at completely different points in their lives.

If you're still with me, the moral of the story is simple.

No one (except maybe Michael) is in the wrong here.

Maria started developing feelings and love for a guy she's also known her whole life. Who was a fixture in her life even if in a small way for years after high school. He's the same guy who kept showing up for her when she literally needed someone to lean on. I mean, who wouldn't fall for that person?

Let's face it: She arguably had more in person interactions with Michael over the last 10 years than with her best friends Liz and Alex. Should she or even Micheal be unknowingly beholdened to the "friend code" after 10 years? Plus I never understood why Alex never told Maria of all people who "the boy from the museum" was.

I really just don't get it either. I actually really enjoyed the progression of MiLuca's relationship in season 1. It developed organically and was really believable that these two characters would get to where they got. I definitely think the execution (especially in season 2) could have been much better. I really do enjoy rival ships when properly written. Since it wasn't? A lot of things were left to be misinterpreted and left us with the state of affairs we have today.

We should have been given a Dawson/Joey/Pacey situation. They actually had the right dynamic for a more adult version of it. The execution was flawed. Which makes me sad because I love some good old fashioned love triangle drama!

Anyway thanks for coming to my MiLuca TED Talk. Even though I knew they weren't endgame, I'll always wish they had a better shot than they were given.

*end of dissertation*