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First post on here and it's a rant!! If you want more cool takes you should totally follow me as I'll be posting here more often and have totally cool art to share‼️‼️
I'm not completely sure how to tag this? I'm talking about the ships in a positive light so I think it's okay, and besides, I want lots of peeps to see it, I'm aware I probably won't change many people's minds at all, but it's okay lol, I just want Anti's to see they genuinely have a nothing burger and need to leave people alone.
This is a mostly TikTok only problem regarding Beast x Ancient's (thank god) but I've seen my fair share elsewhere like on here. So lemme counter every argument I've seen so far cause you got a lot of time on your hands to be telling people to off themselves over Cookie ships 😭 put that hate into people who actually deserve it.
BILLFORD COMPARISON
Regarding ShadowVanilla specifically, people have compared the ship a lot from both sides, but what really got me is what I've seen here:
"Shadow Milk Cookie is way worse than Bill! He drove Pure Vanilla to insanity! He tortured him!"- This is in regards to how people bring up the fact Anti's are fine with one thing but not the other when it's basically the same thing they're against. Psychological, physical, mental, and emotional torture. I'll be honest I haven't watched Gravity Falls whatsoever, but my friend has, and from what she says, yeah Bill is the definition of a cruel and unusual punishment. He's done some crazy things, absolutely heinous, might even be a little worse than Shadow Milk or on the same level, either way though-
You can't like one thing and then not the other, it's different flavors of the same thing, it's hypocritical. Either you hate them both or you hate neither.
"Those are 2 different fandoms!"- Doesn't matter, it's the same thing, just different media, it's not different whatsoever aside from the universe, there's much torture involved on both ends.
ABUSER X VICTIM
This one I've seen A LOT and I'm just ??
"If you ship Beast x Ancient's you support Abuser x victim btw"- That's a STRETCH. You are reaching FAR. Nobody is romanticizing the abuse, nobody is normalizing it, it's stuff that happened in canon and we acknowledge it but nobody is doing any of that other stuff. I'm not condoning anyone in real life to do that shit lol. It's called exploring, they have an interesting dynamic, romantic or platonic, two sides of the same coin. You can say the same thing about horror movies, they put a lot of disturbing stuff in there. Do the movie producers CONDONE any of that stuff? Obviously not. Goes for Devsisters too, they don't condone body mutilation yet they still made Burning Spice rip off Cheese's wings.
But even so, for the people who DO like it for the angst, I won't say fiction doesn't affect reality because it does in many cases, but this isn't one of them. Not every relationship is going to be peachy and perfect, just like in real life. I can give an example on this one too actually.
GoldenLily, they aren't condoning what Lily (technically) did to Golden Cheese's kingdom, but they like it for all the potential, complicated feelings and emotions that come along with it.
Also, that's basically the same thing with Beasts x Ancients, just turn it around to enemies to lovers.
"This isn't Villain x hero, this is abuser x victim"- Are you saying MOST of media is abuser x victim then? This is in fact a typical hero x Villain trope, it's nothing new. Respectfully, you guys freak out when a Villain does villain stuff, I'd be surprised if there was a villain who DIDN'T cause any trauma for the opposing party. But according to this logic, media is just dead, no more fanfiction, no more what ifs, no more content since it's all apparently problematic and not canon. Even if somebody switches stuff up in an AU, and makes things completely fluffy, that's apparently still not enough.
"oh you had to make an AU to ship them because you know it's toxic"- No, it's just playing around with scenarios. Learn to separate fanon from canon. This specifically goes for the redeemed AU's I see of the Beasts, people still complain, they act as if people can't change. One of the biggest examples I have of that is FlutterCord, Discord did plenty of messed up things, but in the end, he still managed to change. You'll still get burned at the stake for it though.
"You must be an abuser yourself to condone this!!"- Extremely disrespectful and a WILDDD take. Need I say more??
"I ship Beast x Beast rather than Beast x Ancient's"- According to your logic, the Beasts are abusers right? And if we followed the same story, they are not mentally well whatsoever. You'd rather ship 2 dangerously mentally unstable characters together who'd just make each other worse? Destroy each other? Fuck each other up beyond belief? It doesn't make sense does it, nor is it fair for y'all to praise these ships but hate on the others. You like watching the cookies crumble huh 😭
CANON
"The ship isn't canon!"- We know that, everyone should know that. With what I said earlier, please learn to separate fanon from canon. That's what a fandom is, we do non-canon stuff, it's very fun, you should try it.
"It's a Proship/Dark ship!"- Going the canon route, Beasts are Eons old, Ancients are thousands of years old. Big gap yes, but nonetheless all of them are old as fuck. Older than bloodlines. Treating the Ancients as if they aren't grown adults. You're intentionally trying to make it weird. Stop calling ships you don't like proships please.
Also a little off topic but please don't listen to everyone you interact with on TikTok?? I remember one time I was scrolling through a comment section and saw somebody say "Doesn't Mystic Flour Cookie hate Burning Spice Cookie?" On a MysticSpice vid, looked in the replies, somebody asked for proof/where it was implied, and they didn't answer 💀 just blatantly spreading misinformation. Sources around you are way more reliable than people who don't back up their claims.
CONCLUSION
Even despite all this, you still have the right to feel how you wanna feel. Just please stop harassing people for simple stuff like this, in all honesty, I feel like it's more about seeing one of your favorite characters shipped with somebody who hurt them in canon that makes peeps upset. Which I can totally understand because I used to be exactly like that, I LIVEEEE for Dark Cacao Cookie, when Mystic Flour's update came out, I wanted her dead. Quite literally blocked someone because I couldn't stand seeing their MysticCao art. Hated what she did to my baby boy fr.
But then It started growing on me, over time, I just realized it was never that serious.
Even so, notice how I still didn't go out of my way to harass said person about it because I specifically didn't like it? It really is that easy. Block and go about your day.
I also suspect this because of stuff like this 💀
Love that person who replied, but it's not that hard y'all. We all can in fact, get along.
ANYWAYSSSS thanks to those who took the time read, I love you my pookies hope you have a good day or night💕💕
#cookie run kingdom#shadowvanilla#burningcheese#mysticcacao#silentlily#pureshadow#hollysugar#beast x ancient#type shit
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It's funny when proshippers say kids need to stay out of adult spaces as an argument like so you agree? Fiction does affect reality
#if it really didn't affect reality there should be no problem#btw i agree kids need to stay out of adult spaces#but you're posting bluey#on a public platform#where anyone could accidentally stumble across it#anti proship#antiship#ineffablesnake rambling#fiction affects reality
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TW abuse talk
Hey, remember that era of tumblr when it was completely acceptable and social justice-y to say: let us describe our perfect gay trans nonbinary world which we were going to build, our utopia. What would we do about rapists and abusers you ask? Well we will just kill them! Easy solution!!
#this was circa 2016-2017 and it messed with me#i kept thinking 'but that's not a solution! it's just saying edgy things that make people say 'yeah!' without thinking of the details#and no btw these people weren't terfs....they didn't really like the word queer which is why i didn't use it but they were mostly trans/nb#the idea that only terfs don't like saying queer and think it's a slur is SO new on this website you don't even know#anyway the problem with this argument is people want to counteract it by talking about marginilised men and stuff#when in reality it's ethically wrong to enact this kind of implied vigilante justice on anyone#and arguing that way inadvertantly makes it seem like being assaulted by a marginilised person should affect the victim less somehow#in reality none of this is about caring for victims at all or about prison reform or harm reduction#it's because the people who wrote it can't fathom the idea that anyone who abuses can possibly be helped#btw this was right in the middle of the 'if i have bpd i can't be abusive' toxic waste era#bpd DOESN'T mean you're automtically an abuser and it's a very stigmatised label that some don't even think should be diagnosed at all#but.........there was this idea that anyone who abused is subhuman and should be killed#so it made people really really really want to downplay times when they harmed someone else....for some reason!!!#i am glad these ideas are dying down and hopefully it will encourage people to research abolitionist ideas for themselves#i know that there are serious difficulties helping people who abuse in particular in the sphere of domestic violence#but we HAVE to do better than 'idk kill em!'
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I KNOW WE HAVEN’T KNOWN ANYTHING ABOUT PHAINON YET (except for that cute face and yummy booba) AND I ALREADY HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM.
Okay okay imagine Yandere! Phainon who loves you and cherishes your existence too much to the brink of obsession (can you blame him?). Him, being a perfect man himself still thinks that he lacks something, and that something is your devotion, your unyielding love because he deserves it, right? He deserves to have your attention and your affection after everything he has done for you.
Oh no, dear Phainon is definitely not a selfish man, he just needs your love to complete himself, to have someone that he could return to after a hard day.
That’s why I think this man will definitely love bombing you. Gifts, kisses, cuddles? Everything you want, everything you ask for. And even if you don’t even need it, he still offers it to you like the desperate puppy he is. He will spoil you rotten, and I mean it in the most respectful way. He found your smallest quirks adorable even if it’s not that special in your eyes. He reminds you to stay dehydrated and go to sleep early, he even tells you to eat healthy. That’s why after knowing him, you have never skipped another meal. And he will definitely coo softly to you whenever you feel insecure about yourself. That’s why you need him, that’s why you should rely on him. And the only thing Phainon ask for as a payback is your love, love him like the way he does to you. Please please because you’re his pretty girl and he loves you too much to even think that this is not a mutual feeling.
Can you really say no to him? To that adorable face and those sparkling blue eyes that seem to go lovesick everytime they catch a glimpse of you?
It was the fifth time this month, or was it the sixth? You couldn't be bothered to keep count anymore, the absurdity of the situation pushing you closer to questioning reality.
“You do know that it's illegal to break into a person's house?” you manage to croak out, senses strained by sickness.
“Break into your house?” he pulls out a chair to sit, the bowl of whatever he'd brought with him finding its place on the table beside your bed.
The near-dumbfounded edge to his question makes you deadpan, “You're so humorous, even when you're sick. How is it trespassing when we're in love with each other?”
You feel your fingers clutching onto your bedsheets, did he even hear you? Can he hear himself? To that, your conscience answers with a firm no. He'll only acknowledge what will suit his fancy, anything else is but you being in a ‘phase of denial’.
“I am not in love with you, how many times do I need to reiterate?” you stress, watching the twirl of the spoon as he stirs the contents in the bowl.
“Hush, I know you're just moody I didn't arrive sooner. I read it on that book you had on you on last Saturday. This is the part where I'm supposed to apologize and hold my ears, right—”
You release a heavy sigh.
You could not decide what begged the most concern : the fact that he doesn't see the problem in his behavior or how accustomed to it that you're getting.
A warm touch on your forehead startles you, another firmer grip on your arm stops you from moving away, “How are you still so energetic with this high a fever?” the candle atop the table flickers, a frown blemishes his face.
He leans in, you respond by increasing the distance. “I took medicine earlier.” you mutter, suddenly feeling like a guilty child.
“Did you? Good girl.” you don't need to look at him to picture the shine clinging at the corners of his lips. You shouldn't look at him for it'll reveal the barely held back cringe spreading across your face.
You're about to protest but a wave of dizziness halts you. Phainon notices the change, you find yourself wishing he wasn't so observant.
“But you haven't eaten, have you?” his hands act too familiar, too comfortable in touching you. You're forced to inhale as he cups your face in inspection, pretending it's for work — but you know, his greed extends too far for it to be anything but an excuse.
“I did eat.” you try to assert, he remains unconvinced.
“Are you still mad at me? If so, say it, I can apologize however you'd prefer. But please don't lie to me about matters that concern your health.” a squeeze to your cheeks, shadows fall on him.
You almost want to laugh at the worry in his eyes, at the way he behaves so much like a perfect lover. If you hadn't known better, the haze clouding your sense would've made you believe him, buy that he's being sincere.
Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, you're just a bit more distrustful than others, just a bit more cautious than he's giving you credit for — a bit too lucid to have faith in his ‘love’ narrative.
You purse your lips, you are mad at him ; just not in the way he's deluding himself to be. As you contemplate whether to snap at him or not, he releases his grip on you in favor of scooping a spoon of the contents in the bowl, ending his path before your lips.
You turn you head away, a clear rejection. You expect him to probe again but his sigh catches you off-guard.
His finger wraps around a lock of your hair, yearning stains his eyes. “This would've never happened if you just accepted to be mine.”
You soak in his words for a second. Your left eye twitches as you realize, he completely ignored every previous piece of dialogue for his agenda.
“In your dreams.” petulance coats the statement.
To your horror, Phainon easily brings the lock of your hair to his lips, his smile widening as if he's got you exactly where he desires.
“How did you know? I do dream of you, everyday.” sparkles float around the air of his face.
You find yourself grasping at straws, how does one wake up a man who pretends to sleep? A voice in your head interjects, perhaps it is for the best you cease these attempts altogether?
“Now, won't you continue to be a sweet girl and eat up?” his words are honey, his smile is blinding and oh so dreadfully, there is adoration in his face, in his every step.
It has alarm bells ringing in your head, because it doesn't make sense.
“No.” you sharply deny, pushing the spoon away again.
“Why not?” you notice just at the nick of time, there is an edge to his voice this time. A crack forming in that perfect face.
“Because I don't trust you. What if you mixed something weird in it?” that is an understatement, your distrust for the man stretches further than the food he offers.
The elders always say, if something is too good to be true, it is too good to be true. ‘Love’ is not reason enough for you to believe Phainon's apparent devotion, his benevolence. No man would squander his time and resources only to back it up with such an easy reasoning — at least, not a man like him. Even if he says it till your ears bleed — you will not believe him.
The Chrysos Heir's hum interrupts the silence, “Then, if I do this...”
Your quizzical gaze falls on him, he holds your stare and you feel a kick at your ribcage. Struggling is useless, but you try anyway ; if just to be petty, if just to drive your point across, if just to survive. He squashes your attempt with an insultingly easy grip, showing you exactly how futile it is.
His thumb parts your lips with an insistent press, joining his pointer finger in holding your mouth open next. Your nails scratch at his glove in a pitiful attempt at getting him away, his free hand holds them both captive.
His parted lips shrinking the distance is the last thing you see, before you close your eyes shut. You would breathe if your lungs hadn't given up, the increase of strength in Phainon's grip seizes you with fear, makes it feel as though your blood froze with dread. Your instincts stop kicking, accepting its place in the serpent's jaw.
You feel a sharp kick of spice on your tongue, washing through your parched throat. A force has you closing your mouth, holding it in place until the content has been swallowed.
You heave as if you reached the surface from an arduous dive at last, mind working overtime, trying to process what just took place.
A clink of the spoon as it's placed on the bowl startles you, Phainon closes his eyes, a smile nearly splits his face in two.
“That's more like it. See, it was delicious and perfectly free of questionable substances, no?”
Phainon's smile breaks into a chuckle at the astonished look on your face, you feel a twist somewhere inside at the way derision drips from its tune. But before you can observe further, you feel a swipe of his finger on your lower lip. You make the mistake of glancing at him and he utilizes your mishap to make a show of licking the residue from your lips clean.
If you were skeptical about it before, you are certain now — this man will be your doom.
SIKE.
#keep talking anon you're cooking 🔥#i.. may have lost my self-control with this one LOL#phainon#yandere phainon#yandere phainon x reader#phainon x reader#phainon x female reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#yandere hsr#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr x reader#yandere honkai star rail x reader#yandere imagines#anon writing#written before 3.0
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What are your thoughts on orihime?
Ichigo's little group of friends exist to be basis of Bleach's arcs. The Soul Society arc is envisioned as Rukia's arc, which is a no-brainer because Rukia is a Shinigami. The Lost Agent is envisioned as Chad's arc, and even if it fails that role, the choice is understandable due to Chad being a Fullbringer. The Blood War is envisioned as Uryuu's arc, obvious again because Uryuu is a Quincy. But Orihime is a Fullbringer, so realizing what makes her fit at the center of the Arrancar arc requires a little more thought.
Well, I'd say the answer can be found about as early as possible. Orihime simply isn't like any other character in the good side. A whole lot of characters in Bleach have tragic pasts, but only Orihime is shown having a tragic present. The other Karakura people have comfortable houses with providing families. The Seireitei is a high class place directly contrasted with the poor Rukongai. The Visored and Xcution are united communities. Unclear about the Quincies in Silbern because we never the status quo there before the times of war.
Meanwhile, Orihime lives alone thanks to cutting ties with her parents at age 4 and losing her brother at age 12. She survives out of part-time jobs and financial support from distant relatives who determine how much money she gets based on her grades. The status quo of Bleach is pretty rough on her, and if I'm not forgetting anyone, her alone. She's doing what she can to survive under a constant threat of hunger, which is something Bleach otherwise only portrays as the lifestyle of a Hollow. I'll get back to this later.
The point here is that Orihime's life sucks. But that's not a thing that ever shows. Orihime in public is just a silly airhead constantly presented as the most cheerful person around. Her screentime in normal school situations is marked by her filtering her unpleasant reality with outlandish imagination. Her antics make her look really stupid, but we're shown that she isn't as she has 3rd best grades in their school. Intentional as her silliness is, she can't afford to be a bad student because that affects how much bread she gets to every month, as mentioned above.
And Bleach wastes no time explaining why she's like that. Still in volume 1, it's already established that Orihime spent her whole life being protected by others. First Sora, then Tatsuki, and now Ichigo. And because she grew up like this, her greatest wish is to not be a problem.
She let Sora bite her because life going on without him was being a problem to him and having to protect her was being a problem to Ichigo. She puts on a smile at school and keeps her conditions a secret to avoid being a problem to anyone who could care about her living situation. She let Ulquiorra take her because she didn't want to be a problem to anyone willing to fight Aizen for her sake. Her experience in Soul Society should have told her that this last one would backfire tremendously, but in her moment of weakness, she couldn't fight against her ingrained habit of avoiding being a burden.
Another key point of her early characterization is obviously her relationship with Ichigo. He was just a cool funny guy at first, until Sora's incident made him interesting, so she asked Tatsuki about him, and only really started caring after hearing about Masaki's death. This happens in a volume where she takes the cover and her opening poem is "If I were the rain [...] could I tie hearts together?". The rain is the symbol of Ichigo's grief, and Orihime falls for Ichigo by associating the lost of his mother with the loss of her brother. She connects best by relating to suffering, which shows later in the many, many, many times she's shown healing Arrancars after years practically living like a Hollow when in the world of the living.
This is kinda of a sudden change of topic, but things are sorta moving in chronological order here and the next big checkpoint is Orihime's first fight, so I'll conclude the talk about her position there and now talk about her powers.
Orihime gets Shun Shun Rikka, a Fullbring centered around rejection of events. Like Bleach abilities tend to do, this power goes incredibly well with Orihime's established characterization. Reality sucks for her but she keeps things by rejecting it through her filter of imagination. She can attack with this power, but it's best suited as a shield (preventing causing problems for others) or healing (making people forget their problems).
She then proceeds to not do much in Soul Society, then early into the Arrancar arc, she loses to Yammy and gets to negatively compare herself to Rukia, who did well in her first on-screen fight ever. Her feelings of uselessness pile up and compound into the 5 lives scenes, which as I already told you before, I consider the emotionally powerful dialogue Kubo has ever written. Not much to comment on it, the moment speaks for itself.
For Orihime, the bulk of the Arrancar arc is spent interacting with Ulquiorra. It's a really challenging experience for her because Ulquiorra has zero emotional depth. He was an ancient Hollow with no eyes, ears, nose, or mouth, being unable to perceive the outside world until Aizen broke his mask. Starrk, Barragan, and Grimmjow's backstories establish that Arrancars inherit experiences from their Hollow selves. Breaking their masks didn't change who they are. But Ulquiorra has no experiences because his Hollow life was spent entirely in the nothingness of himself.
Orihime has always been engaging with people through a smile-shaped web of lies, social conventions, and bravado, but Ulquiorra still haven't experienced humanity enough for that to work on him. He responds only to cold truths, so Orihime's typical conversation strategies are proven useless. It forces her to change her ways. She can only teach him about the heart by being honest and direct. Arrancars are about literal broken masks, but Orihime makes herself part of their story by having her metaphorical mask broken.
After that, we have the Lost Agent arc, which doesn't really take Orihime further (and doesn't really need to since Arrancar was her main focus arc) but does an amazing show of progress for post-Ulquiorra Orihime by introducing Riruka, a tsundere who hangs with Orihime a lot. While Riruka is as full of walls and bravado as Orihime originally was, this Orihime gets to be effortlessly vulnerable, recapping her horrible backstory to her new friend, being called creepy for her apparently fake smile, and clarifying that she actually can smile for real because she was already saved from her past.
The final arc doesn't do much with her aside from putting her in the final boss battle, so I guess I'll use this space to talk about how her progression in combat participation feels really well-paced. She goes from being squarely away from major action in Soul Society to not interfering with the fight but making a point to stay near the battle vs Grimmjow to start tactically throwing shields vs Ulquiorra to getting Ichigo actively ask for her help vs Ywhach.
Ok, that last is probably more about Ichigo himself having learned to ask for help 10 minutes ago after cringing at Uryuu's inability to rely on his friends and taking him as an antithesis model (pun intended).
But still, I love this kind of step-by-step character growth model, it reminds me of how Yugi and Atem's dynamic grew from Yugi unaware to Yugi aware to them starting to talk to them working together vs Pegasus to Yugi dueling alone to Yugi defeating Atem. Always great to see an author commit to a flowchart of development like that.
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Hope you’re doing great!! I’m obsessed with your writing. What do you think Bully!Tsukishima would act if someone else tries to bully his crybaby?
~ Anon ❄️
i'm good thank you!! i hope you're well too! i hope you enjoy how bully tsukki reacts <3
it never even crossed his mind that someone else might try and bully you and if it did it was fleetingly and on occasions when he heard someone laugh at something he did to you, the thought didn't bother him. in his eyes it doesn't matter, if someone did start teasing you then that's your problem, it doesn't affect him.
although it really does.
when it actually does happen properly and he realises someone is genuinely bothering you it then becomes a reality and he has to deal with it.
you never hid that someone else was upsetting you and teasing you, tsukishima would never care about it anyway. coincidentally he found you one day taking deep breaths and sniffling as you're trying to breathe correctly after being tormented by someone who has started bullying you and they were crueller than anyone you've ever met before.
tsukki never thought he'd see the day where he would see you cry and not take some amount of pleasure in it but seeing you desperately try to calm down from something he didn't know about filled him with serious dread. something he has never felt so strongly before.
he crouches down to your level to where you were sitting and you jump not realising he was there in the first place. he frowns and tilts your head up so he can look at you and wipe the tears off of your face with his thumb but the tears just keep coming. "talk to me princess," he says gruffly.
you shake your head vehemently.
tsukishima clenches his jaw at what he believes is your ridiculous behaviour. "don't be a baby, talk to me."
"you won't care," you reply quietly.
"won't care about what?" if you were anyone else he'd likely have lost interest in trying to help someone so stubborn by now but you're you. if people don't want to accept his help and keep refusing to cooperate with him the majority of the time he stops trying to help, the only real exemptions are his brother and yamaguchi but even they know better than to test tsukishima's patience on this kind of thing.
"someone's being mean to me," you say while trying to stop crying.
tsukishima scoffs. "so what?" he pauses for a second before continuing, "is this why you're in here hiding away? so what if someone is being mean taking away your pen and you cry your eyes out."
you shake your head again but meekly this time, "they're being really mean tsukishima." he doesn't say anything and just looks at you. because of his gaze on you you feel his scrutiny so you come clean completely and tell him, "they're bullying me."
tsukishima just goes completely still because no one else can treat you like that. no one else can make you cry, at least not over something so serious, not over something that really upsets and affects you. not if that person or persons are bullying you. you're his, only he is allowed to do that to you. no one should make you cry. he can accept you crying if you thought someone looked at you funny or took a belonging of yours or teased you a little because you cry all the time, but this? he's not having this.
he wets his lips and looks up, taking a deep breath and trying to stop his anger from rising to the top. he's not an angry person, no one ever would assume he was an angry person and they'd be right, he's not and he never thought he would be but the idea of someone bullying you, the idea that someone is being really mean to you, that pisses him off because its not like before when he thought you where overreacting like the crybaby you are about someone mildly teasing you on one occasion, this is serious. "who?"
"does it really matter?" you fiddle with your fingers, finally calming down a bit and having less tears flowing down your chubby cheeks.
"yes, it matters."
you tell him their name and tsukishima notes it to memory.
tsukishima kisses your forehead and lifts you up, resisting the urge to kneed your soft wide hips as you stand up. "come on, lets get you something to eat and drink." it's extremely rare that tsukishima ever is seen with you in public alone but he takes you to a vending machine outside in campus.
you think he did this because it's quieter out here so there's less people and less people to recognise the two of you together but in actuality it was the closet place from where you were and he wanted you to drink something as soon as possible with how much you were crying. he's never seen you cry that much and that's saying something, the man who gets off on seeing you and making you cry not ever able to make you cry as you just have been... (yet)
that person never bothers you again. not once. why? you don't know but you're guessing tsukishima had something to do with it.
the thing with tsukishima is that he is actually very popular and is friends with people that are also popular so one bad word about someone spreads like wildfire. there are so many rumours about him in just one day it's crazy, that's when tsukishima decides to have his own private conversation with them. "your social life is a wreck your club is thinking about kicking you off the team because of all those allegations. they might be fake but really who would they believe out of the two of us? you bother my girl again, i'll make it worse. if you even talk to her or look at her i'll make sure these rumours follow you for the rest of your life."
no one talks to your bully any more but tsukishima kept his promise to not make even more extreme rumours. after he was kicked off his basketball team he was content. he'd never done anything like this before because it's not like him at all it's not in his character. so he doubts he'll ever do it again... that is unless someone else tries to bully you. they need to learn their place after all. don't touch things that aren't yours to touch.
#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x chubby reader#tsukishima x reader smut#tsukishima smut#kei tsukishima#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x chubby reader#bully tsukki -p6 <33#haikyuu x reader smut#hq x reader smut#hq x chubby reader#♡ mine / writing#♡ tsukki#❄️ anon#hq smut#haikyuu smut#tsukishima x chubby reader smut#hq tsukishima#♡ lana's letters
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Toxic!bf!Tsukishima headcanons - gaslighting
Kei Tsukishima, with his sarcastic and seemingly indifferent personality, might appear harmless. However, beneath that facade, he could exert subtle and manipulative control over his partner through gaslighting.
╭⋅ Denies Reality: Tsukishima is a master at minimizing your feelings and experiences. If you express your concerns or feel hurt, he'll definitely tell you that you're being too sensitive or that you're overreacting. ╭⋅ Reverses Roles: He'll somehow make you feel guilty for his actions, blaming you for his bad behavior or for the problems in the relationship and even for the problems in his life, oh, they lost a match? your fault. Your yelling distracted him. ╭⋅ Sows Seeds of Doubt: He'll constantly question your judgment and abilities, making you doubt yourself and your perception of reality. ╭⋅ Makes You Feel Crazy and dumb: He'll make you believe that you're imagining things or that you're being too dramatic, and will even make you doubt ur intelligence, did u got a low score at an exam you studied a weak for? yeah, you might need to drop that class, seems like is too much for your little dumb brain. ╭⋅ Uses Sarcasm as a Weapon: His sarcastic and condescending comments can be very hurtful and undermine your self-esteem. ╭⋅ Makes You Feel Grateful for Scraps: He'll make you feel lucky for any show of affection or attention, no matter how small, just keep you hooked. He’ll probably make you have a very low self-esteem and make you believe no one else will love you or that you wont be enough for any other person.
The air in kei’s bedroom hung heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Y/N sat on the edge of the couch, picking at a loose thread on her jeans, while Tsukishima scrolled through his phone, seemingly indifferent to the atmosphere.
"Kei," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I don't feel so comfortable when you to spend so much time with Yamaguchi."
Tsukishima scoffed, his gaze finally leaving his phone. "And why is that, Y/N? Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? No, of course not. It's just… you spend all your free time with him. We hardly ever do anything together anymore… no dates, no talks, no calls, nothin… i barely even saw you this week."
"Oh, please," Tsukishima scoffed again, "Don't be so dramatic. Yamaguchi is my best friend. Besides, you're always busy with your projects at the “art club”." He used air quotes mockingly.
Y/N bristled. "My art and club is important to me, Kei. Just like volleyball is important to you."
"Of course it is," he said dismissively. "But you spend hours locked in your room making “art”, if you can even call it like that, barely talking to me."
"Because you're always with Yamaguchi!" she retorted, her voice rising, visibly hurt at his words, “if you can even call it like that”? what did that mean?
Tsukishima sighed dramatically. "See? This is what I'm talking about. You're always making a big deal out of nothing. You're so sensitive."
Y/N felt a wave of dizziness. Was she really being too sensitive? Maybe Tsukishima was right. She always seemed to be the one causing problems.
He noticed her deflated expression and a flicker of something akin to amusement crossed his face. "Look," he said, his voice softening slightly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a jerk, but you always come at me with some stupid problem that basically ends up being your fault, Maybe you should stop being a manager at the art club… it only distances us, we could spend more time together.."
Y/N managed a weak smile. "It's okay… perhaps you are right, i might end up dropping it… i dont think im even that good, and i would like to see you more often"
"See how easy it was? Now come here," he said, patting the space beside him.
Hesitantly, Y/N moved closer, sinking into the cushions beside him. He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "I love you, you know," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
Y/N relaxed against him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. She almost forgot about the argument, the hurt, the doubt that had been creeping into her mind. Almost.
This was a pattern. Tsukishima would push her buttons, make her feel small and insignificant, and then, just when she was about to break, he would offer a fleeting apology and draw her back in. It was exhausting, but she was starting to wonder if she was the one who was truly broken.
And i know some of you headcanon freaky ahh guchi as a cutie pie but i just know little prick even helps him, y'all cant trick me, he IS a little bitch too, just a little shy with others that arent tsukki.
#haikyuu fanfiction#tsukishima kei#haikyu x reader#tsukishima x reader#haikyuu x reader#dark content haikyuu#darkratme#dark fanfiction#dark!fic#headcanon#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu tsukishima
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WTF Steve
If you're not interested in the umbrella academy and worldbuilding/continuity or you want to avoid spoilers, skip this:
So, let's list the number of things that are just plain wrong:
-Luther had the gorilla's body because he had an accident. It was unrelated to Marigold, he was super strong, the simian body was to save his life. Without the saving his life, he should get just super strong.
-The umbrella academy are just the babies that Reginald bought. There were 43 of them in total. That's why Lila, not part of the original family, also had powers, she was one of these 43 babies. They all also had Marigold. If all particles are needed, you'd need these too.
-If you make people erased from history and all timelines, by default their children will also be erased from history and all the timelines. You cannot save them if you want to be erased afterwards.
-Allison had white creepy eyes when using her powers, not yellow. Also she wasn't telekinetic, she could manipulate people so they'd do what she wanted, or maybe she was reality-bending, but then reality would need to bend, it's not telekinesis.
-Viktor had white or pale blue coloured auras and powers, not yellow.
-If 5 was trying to prevent the world ending by creating the agency, this contradicts the agency being ok with the timeline where the world ends.
-If their powers got bigger somehow, Lila's laser eyes or Klaus flying makes also no fucking sense, power-wise.
-Who fucks with the timeline and the universe is Reginald, that's the problem right there. Alternatively, 5. Or alternatively, any person that, affected by the Marigold, has learned to time-travel. So only these are needed to be removed.
-Either there's Marigold in every timeline and then you cannot just mix it in one to solve the issue, or there's only Marigold in one timeline and then the rest of timelines cannot have people with superpowers.
Things that while not wrong, made no sense:
-Klaus could use his power to make ghost physical as shown in season 2 and 3. No need for possession and he could have made the dog physical.
-Allison's power allow for most plot points to be resolved in 0.5 seconds. She only needs to rumour people so they tell what they know, they help them or similar, and that's it. I know they're not the smartest but really.
-Why was Jennifer inside a squid? Why did she mention the cleanse?
-Why Abigail didn't grab the marigold and, while pretending to be someone else, give it to Jennifer, instead of involving everyone else?
-Why mixing these two particles creates a huge disgusting monster? it should be something more like a nuclear explosion/planet-wide contamination, the monster makes no sense.
-Why in all timelines 5 and Lila were shot at and hunted? This should only apply in some timelines, in others everything is ok, the problem should be to return, but it should be possible to get out and go to places and buy stuff and rest.
-Why Diego doesn't do the cool bullet trick in the rest of moments when people are shooting at them?
-Why Jennifer had the other particles? If the particles exists outside a body, why involve her at all?
-Why Reginald sent them to the Jenniffer mission if he could have done that himself and actually went there too, if touching her could end the world?
-Why people had memories from other timelines? Shouldn't the world-ending thing in s3 be enough to delete all these previous times and memories?
-In this universe there's clearly an afterlife. So, wtf happens when you mix this with timelines? Is the afterlife part of the timeline? In s3 when everything, including apparently other timelines, except the pocket dimension ends, Luther and Klaus are chilling in there, so this is outside. Well, its clear nobody thought too hard about all this, but really?
-5 and Lila. No need for further discussion here. The reasons are abundant, some of them I may disagree with, but it's wrong in general.
-Viktor can remove Marigold, they could have done that and then throw that at Jennifer or remove her particules too.
-Time travel, in general, as 5 and Lila do so effortlessly in one of the dimensions, lets you also fix any issues really.
Things that are just ethically wrong:
-Diego is fit as shit, not fat.
-Where is Sloane in the end? Where is Sissy? Where are all the others that are more important than the fucking Handler?
-Yep, as lots of people commented, if you have trauma the best thing is to stop existing. Your rotten remains may give life to nice-looking flowers! Yay. Great message Steve.
I'm missing other thigns but I'm too mad to keep listing stuff
#tua season 4#tua spoilers#tua s4#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy spoilers#tua s4 spoilers#tua
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Somerton's misogyny and lesbophobia was fucking blatant and the fact his fans didn't care / notice until a man made a video on it is abhorrent. That IS a problem, people NEED to do better or else bigotry towards women will only continue to be accepted! Lesbians were calling this loser out for years and no one cared!
hey. as a lesbian who watched somerton's videos you have to understand that it wasn't "fucking blatant" and it was embedded between smart (stolen) points in the structure of the argument, and was given fake "evidence" to prove it --- something hbomberguy specifically shows with every example. i personally always noticed that it was weird and it was always a critical point when watching his videos (and also uh, side note but you shouldn't primarily go to cis white men for good takes about feminism and the lesbian experience anyways --- like, you should be watching a diverse intake of thought from underrepresented creators and understand that the cis/white/male perspective will always be limited because it's not universal)
to many, though, it for sure didn't register as a pattern of behavior until the instances were laid out. saying that audiences were "abhorrent" for "excusing" it just shows a complete lack of sympathy, because again: the pattern of behavior was the problem, and rhetorically each individual instance was relegated to enough plausible deniability where it slipped by most audiences who were probably watching the video in the background while they folded laundry or something. when bigotry is shrouded under the guise of fact, it takes on the affect of truth and abuses the viewer's trust in the creator. sure, media literacy is a huge problem, and i've written and researched so much into that, and yeah yeah audiences should "do better." the reality is though, putting the blame on the audience feels a little misogynistic in itself, bc you're just shifting the blame from the literal people who need to be blamed for practicing bigotry --- cis white men with a large platform.
the real thing u should be saying here is to call for a diversification of one's media intake, but no -- let's blame the audience for getting lied to, instead of uplifting female, queer, trans, poc, etc voices. the only way people "need" to do better, imo, is listening to those people instead and seeking multiple perspectives.
like y'all, let's retire this very new narrative that all james somerton fans were evil misogynists who willingly supported this and need to be destroyed. really most people who watched his content were younger queer people genuinely interested in queer media analysis, film theory, and queer history, probably excited that a long video essay was dedicated to their favorite show/movie/etc, and lets not pretend this wasn't disappointing for them as well. can everyone like chill out.
#hbomberguy#james somerton#like for me personally it was always like. yeah his view is hindered by being a cis white gay man. and when ur a lesbian noncis poc like me#u just kind of accept bigotry like that as inevitable?? fucked up but in that instance u literally just watch fem creators of color instead#DIVERSITY YOUR MEDIA OR DIE!!!!!!!!!! UPLIFT MARGINALIZED VOICES!!!!! STOP BLAMING AUDIENCES FOR BEING DUMB#LITERALLY IF U KNOW ANYTHING ABT MEDIA STUDIES RULE 1 IS AUDIENCES ARE LAZY AND WON'T FACTCHECK#IT'S UP TO CREATORS TO PRESENT THE TRUTH AND UP TO THE LISTENER TO SEEK MULTIPLE PERSPECTIVES
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Femcels are real
Femcels are real and I'm tired of people pretending that's not the case, it can be seen more clearly when it comes to counter arguments against people that state that incels don't exist.
People say that incels don't exist, because men can always pay for sex. The standard response to this is that sex workers cost money -apparently men can't get a job either - and that prostitutes don't really desire incels. That it isn't about sex, but validation from women and being desired.
But the same men who affirm that, then make a flip when it comes to femcels and say that women can get sex easily so they can't be really lonely. The fact that men in casual encounters don't care about women's pleasure and having intercourse for the first time(s) is often painful for women is ignored and minimized.
The conflict is obvious, if for incels paying for sex is not a real solution because it doesn't involve the organic process of mating everyone else experience, why is a real solution for virgin isolated women to get fucked by a stranger than doesn't really care about them?
It is said that "men can want you for sex but not for a relationship", and there is skepticism about it. People who often rebuke manosphere and incel narratives, don't agree with that statement, they say that of course men would be open to have a relationship with women. But any sane woman disagrees, most of the time hook ups don't lead to relationships, and relationships where the only thing at play is sex are demoralizing and even emotionally harmful.
The double standard is even more evident if we go back to the prostitute argument and we refine it a little bit: well, you can always try to make more money and get a vase girlfriend that only tolerates you as long as you give her gifts.
It is rejected, the first reaction at play is: "that's giving them a point” and somehow, suggesting that men will maintain a relationship with you as long as you have sex with them is not "giving manosphere a point" even when they repeat to oblivion that men only bring money and women only sex to relationships. For me it reaches the level of falling in a fairy tale, suddenly men bond through sex and they become loving partners once you have sex with them.
The second common response is that it is not always possible for incel men to earn more income, since they are also failures in other aspects of life. The same ones who affirm until they turn blue that men and women are different, and women have less sociosexuality and sexual drive, don't see how women would have a problem with having a relationship based on sex and sleeping with strangers with the hope of obtaining romantic affection. But they are quick to catch all the hardships of incel men.
From incel types, is the case is even more curious, since they are quick to affirm that women get damaged from sex but don't hesitate to deny femcels existence because, again, they can get easily fucked.
Incel men deserve empathy and exceptions made for them, paying for it is not a real solution, buying the affection of women is not a thing. But there is no compassion towards lonely women, having degrading encounters and void relationships is a solution that they must take.
It is also said that "femcels should date incels", and it comes with vague references to how femcels on certain forums complained about "harassment" from incels, suggesting that in reality incels tried to flirt with femcels.
I have gravitated around incel/femcel spaces for years, and not a single one flirted with me. They told me that they would kill me with their bare hands, that I was probably a used up hole, that I was retarded, that I was a landwhale, that I probably looked like a tranny. Just pure vitriol, nothing really human, they were just there to troll and mock women.
Incels there also said that they just didn't want to date a landwhale, that their only standards were "1. Exist 2. Don't be a landwhale". Any honest person who understands that attraction doesn't work like a job application knows that it's not true. That guy, in fact, was talking with a slim woman who just existed on a forum and decided to be a hateful pos anyway.
The relevant thing here is that incels constantly repeat that they don't want to date certain types of women, fat women mostly, and...no one denies them their incel status. The same happens with figures like Elliot Rodger: he admitted he didn’t really try, but is still the incel autistic guy who did a mass shooting. It's still involuntary if they reject fat women, it’s still involuntary even if they don’t try it until their last breath. But women are totally voluntarily celibate if they don't want to date men that hate them, it's totally voluntary if they don't date men they don't really desire.
Again, people who claim to be contrary to incel ideology give them the point that women are picky beyond any reason, while incels are just these reasonable beings that just try but can't, that just can't have the chance nor properly take them when they present to them.
The case becomes even more compelling when they start to affirm that, actually, incels are autistic and mentally ill. So, not only are they sweethearts that just want to flirt with femcels and are too sensitive to pay for sex, but now they are mentally ill autists who deserve compassion and help.
Women can be also autistic and mentally ill, women struggle with late diagnosis or multiple wrong diagnosis, chronic burn out, and make masking efforts to fit in society and survive. They are also more likely to be sexually abused. Autistic women are inclined to date autistic, ND or mentally ill men, given that humans mate assortatively, but the sentiment that they are still too picky, too entitled, and with an unfair advantage over men remains even for the most skeptics and critics with incel ideology.
The later ones need incel ideology to exist, it gives them relevance, it gives them the status of being the heroes against the most widespread bunk of our times, so they will debunk and argue until you touch the object of their study. But I don't have anything to gain out of it: incel and femcel, both are slang terms that don't deserve another minute of our time.
The thirsty -but well meaning- subject ready to take any hook up chance at any cost with no exceptions or inhibitions doesn't exist within incels, because if that were the case, incels wouldn't exist. The conditions that define incels can be applied to women, doesn't matter how much you spin and flip it. That strips the concept of any validity and reveals that the problem is proper of mentally ill neurodivergent and disabled people who can't thrive in most aspects of their lives, not only the sexual ones.
There is no loneliness epidemic, there is no pure sexual and romantic tragedy here. Only a couple of outliers who don't fit in society.
#radblr#radical feminist community#radical feminist safe#radical feminists do interact#radical feminists do touch#radical feminism#male bullshit stories#pink pill#thepinkpill
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Alastor x Angel reader
FEATHER chapter IV
Tags: fluff (for now ) enemies to lovers, kissing, being protective, cuddles, sleeping problems, flirting, possesive reader is an angel, fem reader
As a young angel, I perceived love as something exceptionally beautiful. I believed that everyone deserves to meet their soulmate and it’s waiting for me too. With the passing decades, my enthusiasm waned. More failed relationships, disappointments. My mother said, 'That's because God has someone special for me. I sought blame in others, later in myself, and my frustration grew. I became bitter, jealous of others happiness, and desperate to kill the feeling of emptiness.
Until I gave up. I accepted loneliness, tried to love myself anew, and embraced the surrounding reality—the "Paradise" from which there was no escape. Hello?! We are in heaven; everyone is happily in love with their loved ones and families.
I found my peace but never stopped wondering if God, in the grand miracle of creation, had perhaps forgotten about my kindred soul.
Unexpectedly, the delicate lips of a sinner, a demon, brushed against mine.
Alastor stepped back, reopening my old wounds. I should only blame myself for playing with fire. When I learned that the radio demon's weakness was closeness and affection I thought getting rid of him and his quirks would be easy.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, he kissed them away, as if they were a cure for the dying.
Soon, I found myself in his arms. There was something in his touch, as if he held an incredibly precious thing, and I surrendered. Even if it's only for tonight.
Jazz music flowed from the demon's enchanted radio
"When I was a child, my mother always told me a bedtime story," Alastor said, adopting a dreamy expression. "Do you maybe like criminals, sweetheart?
It's not a very popular genre in heaven, but I guess hell has plenty of bestsellers." I replied with laughter
His grin expanded.
"Oh, let me tell you a classic. It started in high school, a young man from disgustingly rich family, didn't spare injured birds, lost dogs, and worse, cats roaming on their own paths."
Hearing about young Alastor's first murders gave me shivers and curiosity at the same time. I wanted to know every detail, every motive. To understand what hides behind that smile and piercing gaze
Alastor's POV:
She fell asleep unusually quickly. I wish I could lock her away like a feather in the radio tower, but this time I opted to carry her to bed
I sat beside her and observed with. I could never comprehend addictions until I tried angelic energy. my magic felt to return with every sip from her essence. With clawed hands, I combed through strands of her silvery-white Hair
The memory of her hands tightening on my coat. The sweet-salty taste of tears, though my lips wanted to return to another place. Fuck, I'm really on the edge of madness.
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Pixelated smile widened on TV with complete satisfaction.
"The regret will come sooner than you think."
Sorry this chapter is much shorter but i had exams this days. I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for more.
the story is just about to start ☺️✨🔥
#alastor imagine#alastor x y/n#hazbin hotel#alastor x you#alastor radio demon#alastor x reader#alastor#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel alastor
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Doubting Her Beauty
Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou x reader
Warning: Angst and Comfort
Note: I made this in a rush before I forget this idea so forgive me if he went out of character. I'll try to fix it tomorrow. Hope you all enjoy!
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"Shirabu, your name has gotten famous around the campus again" I heard Reon spoke as I took a drink from my bottle after a brutal training of 8am to 6pm for the upcoming Interhigh.
"Well, Y/n mentioned his name for the third time today, didn't she?" Semi followed suit as I just sighed after hearing her name.
Katsumi Y/n, a long-time admirer of mine ever since we became classmates in our first year of junior high school.
She is a very beautiful woman, no denying that. She was always the school's contender for fashion contests and she mostly won the crown.
A woman who should have a higher standard in men, started to like me for a reason I never knew.
She just like me, that's all.
I can't even count how many times she has confessed to me with the help of her friends.
The confession that became the root of most of the school boy's hatred to me.
One of the reasons why I always hear rumors or dislikes of me.
"Semi deserves the setter position more"
"He has looks but comparing it to the school's countless heartthrob, don't you think he's too average"
"The world is too nice to him"
Those were the words I always hear but none of it really affected me unless I heard it from the person who they thought I hurted.
Semi did show how he is not happy with me taking his position, but he never bad-mouthed me like they did.
And I knew myself better than those students. So I never really cared how many bashers or haters came in my way.
In other words too, I could careless about Y/n's love for me.
Since she already knew how I felt. Love is not my thing and it's her choice if she will continue to pursue me or quit.
And she chose to try swooning my heart. It's laughable on how obvious their envy is, they think I'm turning to be a prideful person because she chose me over many men who like her.
But the truth is, the problem is never me in the first place. It was their jealousy.
One of the obvious reasons why Y/n chose to love me.
I would never stoop that low just to ruin somebody.
Her feeling was the reason why I never degraded myself for anything.
But those reasons never made me love her, but just an appreciation because she showed me too that someone can look at me the same way she did.
Someone can love a person like me.
"Shirabu"
I heard Taichi calling for me and that made me look up to him and saw him glancing at the gym doors, reminding me of the usual routine ever since she entered my life.
I nod before making my way there and saw her carrying a basket of snacks.
She was humming when I arrived before she greeted me the moment our gaze met.
She lent me the small basket along with papers I decided to read.
"I wrote down the lessons that you have missed. I just hope it's not that messy" she said followed by a chuckle as she clasped both of her hands together.
"You don't need to" I muttered before taking the things she brought for me.
"Let me, this is the only thing I thought I could help you with"
A beauty queen with a heart that is hard to read.
Including myself with one of the popular kids is quite a dangerous game to play.
I would never know whether I'm their next target or victim.
Those thoughts were created because I don't trust her.
Not even one bit. No matter how nice she is. No matter how much she shows how special I am.
Because everything feels like it's not reality when I'm talking to her.
She was too good to be true.
I was wary of her, one of the reasons why I can't return her feelings for me no matter how many men wanted me to.
I just don't know her well...
"Thank you again Y/n. I need to head back now, Break ends in a minute" I didn't prolong our conversation more and immediately closed the gym doors when I saw her nod in understanding.
"Eat well, Shirabu!"
Those were the last things I heard from her before I returned back to the bench, along with placing the small basket in the seat.
"I can't see why you can't return those feelings" Tendou exclaimed while muching on the muffins she bought for me as I sighed.
This is a question that I always need to hear everyday, worse, every hour or even minutes.
"I just can't"
"Then are you planning to reject her?"
"Already did"
"Then she is indeed persistent. Do you see yourself loving her even one bit?"
Questions after another, its never ending once begins.
Especially if Tendou is the one asking. No matter how much he enjoys seeing others in pain, that sadistic side of his only applies in the court.
Because the truth was he is the type of person who wants love and recognition from others, so maybe seeing Y/n never giving up on me seems to move his heart a little.
"Do you start to like her, even just one bit?" He repeated his question again in a different word that made me look at him.
"No"
"No?" I don't know if he's playing with me with his shock reaction or plain pure reaction from my answer which he should have expected in the first place.
"What?" I ask him so he can elaborate his reaction better, so I can at least understand what's so shocking about my answer.
"No? Not 'never'? Means there's a chance you would grow feelings for her right?"
I was taken back from his statement that made me bombarded my mind with different thoughts.
"I can't predict the future, right?" Those words left my mouth without further thinking as I heard him laugh.
Since who really know what fate lined up for me after all?
Her constant visit never stops unless she has an upcoming pageant.
Her loss of presence never bothered me much but my teammates constant loud gossiping, especially Tendou who leads those childish actions, did.
But somehow I'm thankful that he's constant nagging never fails me to remind me of her presence.
That's the only way left to show my appreciation to her for being supportive of me.
I cared, but it was never love on my part. Until that constant denying made me look at her like a sister.
Which I know is so wrong in her part when she saw me as a partner.
I sighed in annoyance after the awarding for qualifying for the interhigh tournament. My sigh caught the attention of my teammates.
"Oh someone is sad that their number one fan didn't show up?" Tendou started as I shook my head in denial.
"That's not it"
For real.
The reason why I'm so annoyed was because I'm confused of one thing.
I'm confused because I can't understand my feelings for her.
Others might think that I shouldn't think much about it since I don't love her and I already rejected her.
But damn, I really cared about other people's feelings too. Because I knew how hard it is when all their efforts go in vain.
I don't want to be the reason of someone else's tears.
It was already heavy when Semi decided to hid his from the eyes of others.
The more I think of her, the more I feel like I'm going crazy from thinking how to make it less painful.
I can't tolerate another heartbreak because I entered the picture.
But who would understand when I, myself is having a hard time.
I don't love her...
Until that night happened, a week after getting the ticket to the Nationals.
The late night that I saw her leaning on the gym walls, waiting for me.
Looking so lost like she didn't even hear me.
"Y/n? Why are you still here this late?" I didn't wait for her own greetings and just directly got to the point since the atmosphere is already cold now that the moon is shining brightly above us.
Especially when she has a home to return at, since she doesn't live in the school's dormitory like me.
"You're finally here" I barely got to hear her when she let it out in a murmur.
"Would you mind accompanying me to dinner?" She finally decided to ask me that made me glance at my wrist to look at my watch and saw it was already near 10 at night.
Dinner, at this hour?
Those were the words I wanted to ask her but decided not to and just let her lead the way to a restaurant where she wants to eat.
Walking behind her, I saw how her body, who was already thin, seems to be thinner.
I glance at the back of her head, contemplating whether to ask her or just let it be.
Since it feels like she just wants someone to accompany her right now.
We arrive at a restaurant and that's the only time she looks back at me to ask if we can be in one of the private rooms where there are tatami floors.
And again, I didn't question further.
The entire room is silent as I didn't bother speaking up first. A few minutes later, the food finally arrived and I saw how the table seemed to be almost full.
I thanked the waiter before we prayed for the food.
"Don't mind my appetite right now" she started with a small smile before I nod and just gave her some chopsticks.
I just watched her eat as I didn't bother taking food for myself since I already ate a while ago.
"Congratulations for still being the Top 2 from the pageant" I started and saw how her lips lifted in a small smile.
"Right..." She breathlessly whispered as she let down the food she was about to eat.
"That was already good enough"
"Right?"
Her question surprised me as I saw how tears build up on her eyes.
"Of course it is" that's the time I decided to put my entire attention on her.
I didn't know my voice could be softer than before. Especially when talking to a lady.
"Then why..." She trailed off as she prevented herself from letting her tears escape from her eyes.
"Why does it seem like it's not?" That's the first time she properly looks me in the eye like she is asking me.
"Why did she hate me for it? Why did it seem like I didn't even try in the first place?"
I didn't find the right words to tell her as I let her rant her feelings out.
This is the first time I would get to see who she truly was.
"Why does it feel like the whole world hates me for losing?" She sobbed out as tears finally left her eyes.
"Blessed with beauty but never fated to be with genuine people"
"Why is the world so cruel to me?"
I felt my hand move on its record as my fingers gently wiped the tears that started to stain her cheeks.
"How can you say that?" I gently asked her, my composure finally broke when the girl who boldly declared her love for me...
Is breaking in front of me.
"My mother scolded me for not winning the pageant. She told me I should have already gotten used to it because of my consecutive wins. But I messed up at this one" she exclaimed as I retrieve my hand so she can wipe her own tears.
"She told me that I focused too much on seducing you that I forgot my role in our world. Yet it's hard to say that I only do those things for you because you are letting me to" she lowered her head as her sobs never stop.
"The only person who let me express my own feelings without judging me. That person I could run to even if there's nothing between the two of us."
I silently listened to her words and can't even admit that I doubted her actions for me.
Am I wrong for it?
"You have friends. You can run to them, seek the comfort and assurance you need" My words seem to hit something on her as she just started laughing with the hint of bitterness present on it.
"Friends? You meant those people who laughed behind my back because I failed?" She focused her gaze on me and I saw the pain on it that made my chest tighten.
"The same friends who spread rumors behind my back then act like they are defending me?" She laughed before wiping her tears.
"The same people who stood beside me just to see me fail" she cried as her smile finally disappeared from her lips as I just looked at her figure.
I stood up before I decided to sit beside her so I could offer my shoulder to her which she gladly leaned on as she gazed at the moon through the window of the room.
"It is so tiring pretending to be happy" she whispered as I looked at her.
"How can I know that if someone is genuine towards me? Someone who would be happy just being with who I truly am?"
She ask while looking far away. Completely clueless on who are the true friends.
And I can't suppressed the ache in my chest seeing how she look so lost in this world.
Why didn't the world treat her right?
"When those people start to appreciate who you are, the 'you' who is already enough. Take care of you, assure you, support you, and accept you" I continued as I felt her lean more in my shoulder that made me put my hand on the side of her head so she won't fall.
"Do I deserve that?"
Her question almost broke the soft part in me that made me clench my eyes shut before letting out a sigh.
"No person should be deprived of that"
Silence surrounds both of our presence as I felt her touch my hand.
"Did you find those right ones? Where you feel like you belong?"
"I did" I told her as I remembered the volleyball team. Even though we are not close like the other teams, the team still makes me contented.
"What does Shirabu think of me" she finally asked me the question I can't answer.
Especially when I am one of the people who doubted her, judge her. The only difference between me and those people was I never treated her wrong.
But does that make me the right person to be with her right now?
"I won't blame you if you doubted my feelings" she spoke up before she decided to finally face the table, as she properly wiped her tears.
"In this world, finding a genuine person is really difficult" she lifted a small smile before turning her to look at me.
"But I really like you. At this moment, I feel like I admire you more" she took a hold of her chopstick and began playing with the food that was on her plate.
"Why?" I asked her and her smile grew more than I really saw how genuine her happiness is right now.
"Because you accompany me. Agree with my invitation without further thinking because you know I needed someone with me." Her tone was full of contentment as she looked down.
"I am glad that you are the man I fell in love with"
My heart warmed at her words and unknowingly, a small smile lifted from my lips.
Right now, being with her doesn't feel wrong at all.
Somehow, I felt glad that I was the first person she ran to. Even though there is no connection between the two of us, other than her feelings.
Right now I feel like it's okay to finally stop denying. Stop making excuses that became a hindrance to my feelings for her.
I see her more than an admirer. I see her as a woman who chose to love me, even without seeing the good side of me.
Even if I'm not giving any effort yet, she chose to cherish me.
I didn't notice the way I looked at her with a small smile on my lips as I watched her eat to her heart's desire.
I guess it's my turn to treat her right.
Because she chose to love me.
And I'm confident...
That I can treat her better than anyone else.
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She is not your's - Hoffman/Strahm x fem!reader
warning : smutish, some gun play, use of handcuffs, teasing, kissing, hurt/comfort, fluff, some angst
Summary : She belonged to Mark Hoffman, he had taken her love first. But his games as Jigsaw's successor kept them apart. So it's only right that Peter Strahm shows her what's really right. Or is it real in the end or just a game for her?
Info : Back at it again with another One-Shot and what can I say these two sweetys are just ahhhh so godd to write. Have fun reading ;)
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Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm two investigators on the same case to find and kill the Jigsaw successor to bring an end to the game.
A task that proved more difficult by the second, by the day and by the week. They had both already lost good colleagues and longtime friends to the deadly traps.
They both wanted all the more to pursue their target, which Agent Strahm knew was closer than he would have liked. Hoffman knew that his colleague and enemy would eventually find out.
But this rivalry between them had one thing in common between the taunts and suspicions. In addition to the affection, there was a woman, a young detective, who had stolen their hearts.
First employed as a young policewoman under Hoffman as his team, she was the only one to survive alongside Hoffman. Whenever she was sent to a place by her department leader, she was never hurt. Nothing had happened to her, not even a scratch.
But after he no longer had a department and she was the only one left, the two seemed to become partners. Her initial naivety turned into mistrust and fear. Emotions he wanted to see in her - he knew that her heart beat for him.
Ever since he had seen his beloved walk into the department as a beginner, he knew they were meant to be together. As the new Jigsaw, he decided on lives, so he should also decide on her life.
He knew how scared she was of the traps, everyone was scared of the traps. ,,I won't let him hurt you...I promise sugar" he had told her after he had found her dissolved in her office. She usually smiled at the nickname and had even blushed when he had approached her. But now it was different.
He saw how she had looked at the photos of her colleagues and missed them. But those sweet gentle touches were cold because she couldn't know how much he lusted after her. That when she tried to suppress her tears, she only felt more helpless and embarrassed.
But he saw that all he had to do was control her a little more, that he finally wanted her for himself. It would be his reward. ,,They-are all-" she didn't finish the sentence and hid her face in her hands. She didn't want to face reality and yet the only thing she had left was Hoffman.
But he achieved what he wanted when he leaned down and gently removed her hands from her face and their eyes met. ,,Shhh I told you I'm always with you and I always will be," he said calmly and his words hit where they should. The flip of a coin equaled this because he was always with her and always would be.
,,Mark," she sniffled and her trembling hands lay in his larger ones, her warmth meeting his cold. He stroked her hands and then wiped away her tear with his thumb. So fragile and beautiful, he would have liked to tell her, but he knew there was a problem.
She would never be completely his if there was still Agent Peter Strahm. Instead, their eyes met again, her glassy eyes meeting his obsessive ones. Instead, he ventured forward, not waiting for her, and kissed her.
Finally kissed her after such a long time he had doted on her. He had finally been able to taste her. Her lips warm and soft, her sweetness and the saltiness of her tears.
He could feel how she seemed surprised at first, not knowing what was happening before she clung to him. Pulled him closer and returned the kiss. She held on to him tightly, he was the only one she needed. He was convinced that he was the only one she needed.
It was that kiss in her office that brought them together and they seemed to go from being colleagues to partners to a couple. That's how it looked at first because it was her conscience that got in his way.
As much as she loved him, her sense of justice and after the murders were something that separated her from him. The more he approached her, the more she seemed to try to fly.
And yet at the end of the day, when she lay in her bed and heard the lock to her apartment open late at night, she always let him. Always let his soothing, manipulative, controlling words get to her.
Let him into her bedroom and let him take her again and again. His hands roaming over her body, his words of praise in her head that was clouded with lust when they slept together. She overlooked the hint of brutality when he took her down.
She started to cry when he took her and it felt so good at the same time. His voice, his gaze, the blood on her body, his body desiring hers. She would whimper when she felt the cool metal of his weapon on her lips. And yet.
And yet every time she licked the gun, she saw his excited expression and the satisfied grin when he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him to kiss her again. The fact that the gun could be fired at any time was of no interest to anyone.
The only thing they needed was each other and nothing more. At least that's what they both thought. That's what they thought for a long time...until he showed up.
Special Agent Peter Strahm came into the game after more victims appeared. A man who seemed to be the other side of Mark. He wasn't necessarily direct, he was softer and not so demanding, he was what Mark didn't perceive.
While Hoffman went too far in his mind and got lost between the two sides, it was Strahm who stood up to his actual colleague. And saw all the more who was the real victim in this whole department. Hoffman's colleague, partner and, for Strahm, clearly also his lover.
A fact that everyone seems to have turned a blind eye to because Mark Hoffman the hero only cared about his partner. They didn't both stay in the station until late at night to avoid disappearing into the locker room together. Strahm hadn't trusted Hoffman one bit from day one.
And yet, despite everything, it was one thing he realized he couldn't let go of. As much as he hated Hoffman, the more he wanted to free the detective from him. He was the righteous agent and he would save her, she deserved someone better like him and not Hoffman.
Two men who in their minds thought they had a claim on a woman, a life, that she was the one who should belong to the other. She was his. But who was his?
It was only a matter of time before Hoffman could no longer be with his beloved all the time. He had been given tasks and knew that he still had to keep the games going. His tasks were time-consuming and the door to his loved one's apartment remained closed more and more often.
She was left alone and as much as she longed for Hoffman, she could feel the special agent's eyes on her. She could feel him looking at her, handing her the coffee, his fingers stroking hers. Unlike Hoffman, he seemed to represent warmth.
His smile was sincere and his eyes followed her, worried that something might happen to her. ,,You did well today, darling," said Strahm who, like Hoffman, had found a nickname for his love. He had clearly seen how she reacted to her dependence on Hoffman, which had almost trained her. Her cheeks grew hot and she turned away in embarrassment.
She didn't see his knowing smile as he stepped closer to her, not brashly like Hoffman, but carefully, wanting to make her love him of her own free will and not out of dependence like Hoffman. ,,Darling? Strahm isn't that a bit...personal?" she asked, trying to cover whatever this situation was leading up to with a sip of coffee.
,,You tell me, darling, is it...personal?" he asked back, taking the coffee away from her and pushing her a little further, but she stood firm. He wouldn't give up and so he had her. He could feel her decision as she placed her hand on his chest. His hand slowly moved up her hand and ran lightly over her body.
Saw how she dropped her gaze, how the touch reminded her of Hoffman and yet it wasn't him. ,,Darling...answer me what is it?" he asked, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look at him. Saw how she pulled it towards him and how he would have loved to interrogate her under other circumstances.
But then it happened, she pressed herself against him, kissed him and with a victoriously satisfied grin, Strahm returned the kiss. He pressed her lightly against the locker, felt her clinging to him, felt how needy she actually was.
That night, the door to her apartment opened again and yet it wasn't Hoffman who came to her. He went into her bedroom and laid her on the bed in his arms. Because while Hoffman was in control, it was Strahm who wanted to tease her his darling.
He wanted to show her how good she could be and how far she could go if she wanted to. He caressed her body, leaving kisses and hickeys on it. Before he started teasing her pleading noises went through the room over and over again. He wiped away her tears and only kissed her more.
She praised him for his strength. ,,So good, so incredibly good for me darling" he told her over and over again as he gave himself to her. It was not pain but pure devotion as he pushed her back onto the bed, her wrists handcuffed to the bedpost.
He knew she would like it, she was learning to love the curiosity and the unknown with him. Before she ended up kissing the red strings and he took care of her. Not like Hoffman who pulled her close she knew she was his and yet the aftercare of Strahm seemed to mean the same.
But when night fell and all three parties reappeared at the station, something lay between them. Hoffman's chains had wrapped around her and Strahm had thrown his and hit her. She was caught between them, unaware that when they all three met in the hallway, Hoffman would see it.
He would see Strahm's victorious grin meet him as she ran her gaze over them, and both men would see each other's markings on the body of their beloved. ,,She's mine" came from Hoffman and his hand slid to her hip, pulling her closer and she felt his tension.
He seemed to want to smash Strahm's skull when she saw his fisted hands. But Strahm just kept smiling as he approached the two of them and stopped next to her, turning his gaze to Mark and saying, ,,Are you sure about that?".
Before he put his finger under her chin again and she looked at him. She saw his wink before he disappeared into the interrogation room with a ,,See you...Darling". But as in every trap, every game, in the end it was clear there could only be one.
Who did she belong to, who did her love belong to in the end. Mark Hoffman, who had built everything up through manipulation and lies, but if they were lies, why did her heart beat so fast when he drew her to him?
Or was it Peter Strahm's sense of justice and him as a hero, but hadn't he tempted her? Two men who learned in a bloody game that you could lose your lover faster than one would like.
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What are your thoughts on Wincest? Do you have any hcs?
oooh I'm excited for this! good opportunity for me to clarify some things if anyone is new around here or just curious
if you're here for the short version, I'm definitely a wincest respecter but not necessarily a wincest shipper
if you're here for the long and more nuanced version, please read on!
I have a lot friends both here and irl who are wincesties, but the most important thing for me is that they love and defend sam. I've read wincest fics and the presence of wincest is not a deal-breaker in fics, but I prefer reading gen sam and dean on the whole. it's fun to analyze something in the show with the wincest lens on, but I can just as easily take it off. ultimately wincest is not the only version of sam and dean that I find compelling, but I don't really care if people view some of my posts as wincest (wincesties, please do interact) because I only say what I think and feel regarding the brothers. idk does that technically make me a wincest shipper? maybe some people will think it does, but ultimately I feel like the nonshipper label fits better
now I'm gonna get on my soapbox about proshipping for a moment. back in the day, what we think of as "proshipping" was just called common courtesy. I'm not saying fandom was perfect when I was younger (and I was probably too young to be in fandom then if I'm being honest) but in my experience people were more respectful about ships they didn't like, understood the difference between fiction and reality, and for the most part didn't make assumptions about people irl for things they enjoyed in fiction
of course I'm not saying you have to ship incest or want to interact with people who do, but it's crucial to curate your own space. coming on here or twitter and harassing people for shipping wincest and/or crying in the main tags about how disgusting it is just makes me lose respect for you. block what you don't want to see and move on
I will also say that being so against others shipping incest and finding yourself in the supernatural fandom is kind of a problem you created. it's kind of, well, extremely silly. wincest is the oldest ship in this fandom, like literally as old as the pilot itself, and was instrumental in first getting the show off the ground (i.e. not cancelled). also given the very not normal relationship between sam and dean, the other gothic horror elements present in the show, and the way the writers and actors regard the ship, it really should be no surprise that it is so popular
okay so now that I've gotten all of that out of the way, I'm going to address the other part of this ask, which is wincest headcanons! I don't know if these are necessarily headcanons, but it is the way I prefer my wincest when I think about it or imagine how it fits in with canon:
I definitely don't imagine them as like boyfriends, just more of what they are in the show, brothers with a complicated, intense, and abusive relationship (it being complicated does not mean you cannot call abuse what it is). I think their relationship having a sexual component would not help anything and would probably just further highlight the power imbalance present
related to above, I think dean would use sex the way he uses love and affection in canon, expertly alternating between being generous with it and withdrawing it when he's angry as means to manipulate sam and have him constantly chasing after the affection. and trust. trust especially. sometimes dean isn't even aware he's doing it (or would at least tell himself that's not what he's doing to his darling little sammy), but it's extremely effective either way. seasons 4, 5, and 8 especially would be delicious in this regard
in s7 there was a point where sex was one of the only things that kept hallucifer at bay, so sam was always torn between shaking dean awake multiple times a night in their motel rooms or handling it on his own. ultimately because I think he didn't want to "burden" dean with his visions or have them both lacking sleep all the time, he would lie and pretend that one or two times a night made lucifer go away. it became harder to pretend as we approached 7x17, and after sam "let lucifer in" in 7x15, the sex trick stopped working too. also hallucifer eavesdropping or appearing over dean's shoulder as they're having sex is very appealing to me
dean is the dom. I really can't see that any other way
dean doesn't see what he does with sam as any reflection of his sexuality, aka "it's not gay and it's not incest it's just sammy." sam probably would see it as some kind of reflection of his sexuality but wouldn't see the point in voicing that
dean was experiencing attraction to sam for a while beforehand, but I don't think they began messing around until sam was a teenager. maybe it wasn't like full blown sex then, but it was definitely something. I think a bit of precedent just adds something fun to s1, especially with dean coming to get sam in the pilot and how they interact, all that time apart, and sam's grief and guilt/dean's guilt surrounding jessica
I hope you enjoyed and found something compelling in here! I am certainly no wincest connoisseur, but these are my opinions
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It bothers me the way people, especially in this fandom, will "simp" for villains who are clearly mirroring real life bigotry and hate (misogyny, racism, homophobia, child abuse, etc). I get going head over heels for a villain who is evil in a way that feels very cartoony and silly (ex; Stickybeard, Toiletinator, Knightbrace, Spankulot, so on) because, well, they aren't exactly hateful... Nor does their impact hurt anyone truly. But if you look at Father, after seeing him abuse children, kidnap them, brainwash them, force them into racist and misogynistic/sexist conformities, and imply that he has MURDERED people, and you say "he's hot" you're... Kind of weird. Him and Mr. Boss are probably the only two who I'd argue shouldn't be simped for yet I see it all the time.
Before I get attacked, let me back up WHY this is weird. To start, I am an abuse victim. I have seen with my very own eyes as "friends" would disregard what my abusers did to me and call them "attractive", knowing everything they had done. This phenomenon I described with Father as an example? It exists in real life. And it happens FREQUENTLY. You can find numerous cases of real life crimes being disregarded and failing to bring justice to victims simply because the perpetrator was good looking. By doing this with fictional characters, you are reinforcing to people who do it with real abusers and bigots that they're not doing anything wrong by disregarding their actions with physical looks. It's the same reason you should hate proshipping. It's not cool to simp for characters who are genuinely terrible people, and it's especially not cool to try and pretend they aren't shitty just so you can like them. It's gross, especially to abuse victims or victims of bigotry. If you try to say, "well I can tell the difference from real life/fiction" or "I don't like REAL abusers" this is a talking point of proshipping. The "fiction" excuse. There's a huge difference between getting the hots for something that is a complete figment of the human imagination and has no true real life problem parallels (aka... Toilet themed villain) and getting the hots for something that can, does, and will unfortunately happen more with frequency in real life OR parallels the real life issue (Father being abusive and bigoted for example). The fact that it's a fictional character doesn't stop the very realistic aspects of gross behavior from being there, and by "simping" for them just because they're fictional, you're sending a really nasty message to abuse victims. I should also reiterate that your content of simping for a shitty character can and will be used as justification for someone who does the same to real life abusers. Fiction affects reality, I promise. If fiction didn't affect reality, people wouldn't be so determined to see representation of minorities in media. If fiction didn't affect reality, sharks wouldn't be overhunted and endangered in the real world simply because of a work of fiction. If fiction didn't affect reality, cats wouldn't be having emergency vet visits after consuming milk due to the fictional concept of adult cats drinking primarily milk. Please be careful about this stuff.
PS; I am NOT saying you can't personally find his looks attractive. You can say he's hot. But like... Don't "simp" for him.
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i do think it’s funny that the gentlebeardies who proclaim their love for the revenge crew don’t actually talk that much about or create content for the revenge crew. they don’t give a shit about the “boatful of queer poc that Izzy sold out” (LMFAO) unless they can use the crew’s diversity as some kind of moral gotcha. they care about GB because that’s the only thing that matters about the show in their eyes. and it’s so fucking unoriginal!!! just endless regurgitated post about “omg they’re soooo in love~~ and isn’t it great that love conquered all their problems~~!” it’s unoriginal derivative dreck unless they have to invent new ways to lie about how izzy deserves the death penalty.
oh anon you get me
you have no idea how much i hate the diversity of the crew being used as a literal weapon in this fandom when it comes to demonizing izzy and washing Ed and Stede of any of their wrong doings.
im frustrated by the use of the crew in season 2 only because it was so painfully obvious to me that the budget cuts really affected the ensemble. the way the Swede and Buttons were written out of the show felt rushed and like it came out of nowhere, especially as those two characters, felt the 'least' developed out of the rest of them. so giving them both this long winded set up to be written out was too clunky for me.
i miss when Frenchie was singing and strumming along on his lute. i miss when Jim was Jim, because lbr that was Vico in s2. it just felt like Jim wasn't there anymore. i can't say what happened in the writer's room at that time or what sort of material Vico was given or if it skewed more to improve, but a lot of what was established for the characters in s1 was missing for me.
the rhetoric of this being the Ed&Stede show i think did more harm than good. the assertion that the other characters are only here in service of Ed and Stede's development reduces the sense of scale and scope and also agency these characters have.
a lot of the foundational aspects of GB as a ship i think falls a bit too much into fan service. people talk about how revolutionary and groundbreaking the ship is as a cis gay couple on screen. as if it hasn't been seen before. like i didn't get the wow moment of Stede in the mermaid costume as other fans did. Stede's dream at the beginning of season 2 with him killing Izzy and then colliding with Ed in this romantic gesture of love and passion on the beach is straight up fantasy for Stede, but i think fans took the idea of Stede literally killing Izzy a bit too seriously because that is Stede's fantasy. he wanted his reunion with Ed to be simple and understandable. that it was all Izzy's fault when the reality of the situation was so much messier and complicated. like David and the writers were literally telling us that Izzy is not the enemy here because this moment on the beach was pure fantasy. and fantasies can be dangerous
and then the fans said that Izzy deserved it, should have had his second leg shot and amputated, that he deserved to die, that he's still a nuisance even in death despite the fact that he's dead. that is both a master manipulator but also a cringe fail loser incapable of doing anything right. and it's like. okay. you don't seem to understand this character either.
like a lot of the problems in this fandom have existed before and will continue to exist in other iterations. every fandom has its ship wars. every fandom has long ass call out posts about characters they don't like. but let's not pretend this is anything revolutionary
what i've noticed is that this fandom will reach a burnout period and it's probably already upon us. the constant need to be like 'we're trending!!' when all algorithms are dog shit and glitchy as hell doesn't mean anything. plus the fact that there are only two seasons, less BTS content to go around, it's all coming from the same overdrawn well and eventually it will come up empty.
it's okay to step back. it's okay to leave a fandom for a bit and come back to it years down the road. it's okay. but all of this is exhausting
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