#if people start harassing us i’m gonna be pissed

[nyandela-catalogue]

got a hateful ask again, so i wanted to address it in a more general way. if this post does not apply to you, feel free to ignore.

tl;dr is at the bottom of the post.

if you dont believe i have alters (and/or that i am one), that is your opinion. we only show what we feel comfortable sharing here. and outside of back-and-forths with askers and mutuals, we post for ourselves.

whatever opinion you may have of us is your own. don’t make it our problem.

if you disagree with our points of view, that is your opinion. don’t make it our problem.

you don’t know our life. you don’t know our traumas. you don’t even really know anything about us.

we don’t want to turn off anonymous asks, since we know that’s how some people feel most comfortable communicating.

but it seems we may have unintentionally poked the bear, so to speak.

we have 9 followers and made our blog just days before anything even happened regarding the whole Alex Kister callout thing.

and yet, being a nobody, we still received a hateful fakeclaiming ask, calling us an Alex dickrider and claiming we don’t believe victims.

we are a trauma survivor numerous times over. shouldn’t have to clarify that, considering the fact there are over 100 of us, but that seems to be lost on some people.

we’ll believe who we’ll believe, but who knows what could happen? nobody knows the full story yet, only what’s been provided. and what’s been provided seems pretty suspicious.

it is not dickriding to point out or criticize a document riddled with transphobia, inconsistencies, and bad faith arguments.

it is not necessarily siding one way or the other to acknowledge said transphobia, inconsistencies, and bad faith arguments.

it just is.

we’d appreciate if this doesn’t happen again. if you don’t have anything helpful or kind to say, we’d prefer you said nothing at all. unless somebody comes with a good enough point to sway our opinion (and/or is actually communicating and not just saying insults), any harassment or negative attention will be deleted.

how we feel is how we feel, and that’s that.

don’t send hatemail. it doesn’t help anyone, and if anything it makes your “side” look worse.

thank you for your time.

-Adam📹

tl;dr: if you:

-don’t believe our trauma or mental illnesses aren’t real

-are going to say or do something hateful

-are planning to harass us or send hatemail

-disagree with our opinions beyond reasonable means to the point where you’d do any of the above,

leave and don’t make it our problem. we didn’t even do anything to you.

[fuzzyunicorn]

Tryin’ a lil experiment today but I already know my hypothesis is correct

[merriclo]

ahsjkds rant/vent in the tags

[riveroftales]

He might be a little OC and I’m really sorry. It’s my first time writing him (｡╥﹏╥｡)

Constructive criticism to help improve his character is greatly appreciated! (ˊ˘ˋ*)

ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘾𝙒! 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

Bodyguard!Muzan who only accepted the job because he literally had nothing better to do.

Bodyguard!Muzan who, despite the suit being a little tight, didn’t complain because he looked good.

Bodyguard!Muzan who always did his job perfectly with a scowl on his face.

Bodyguard!Muzan who didn’t care about your status and refused to answer personal questions about himself.

Bodyguard!Muzan who regrettably learned that you were a singer because his curiosity killed the cat, resulting in him being dragged to one of your concerts as a VIP guest for free.

Bodyguard!Muzan who caged you in his arms as he helped you get past an enormous crowd of fans when you simply wanted to use the bathroom.

Bodyguard!Muzan who entered the ladies room with you to guard your stall because of the several incidents you previously had of fans trying to break in.

Bodyguard!Muzan who grunted when you dragged him to a small, local restaurant to treat him as a ‘thank you.’

Bodyguard!Muzan who nibbled on the grilled beef to stay focused at the surroundings despite the meal being one of the best he had.

Bodyguard!Muzan who was beyond pissed when you kept on leaning against him, slurred and mixed words leaving your soft and glossy lips as he carried your drunken state back to your house.

Bodyguard!Muzan who took off your shoes and accessories (even gently removing your makeup) while undressing you and helping you slip in your pyjamas before gently placing you on your bed, tucking you in like a child.

Bodyguard!Muzan who neatly folds your clothes and kept them in your closet, taking his payment by stealing one of your panties and shoving it in his pocket.

Bodyguard!Muzan who takes care of you through your horrible hangover.

Bodyguard!Muzan who slowly starts to enjoy being part of the audience of your concerts.

Bodyguard!Muzan who glares at every pathetic fans who look like they’d cream their pants just by gazing at you when they get their autographs.

Bodyguard!Muzan who instantly comes to your rescue when he sees you getting harassed by a man.

Bodyguard!Muzan who grabs your waist to pull you away from the assaulter and calls him your boyfriend, knowing the man wouldn’t take him seriously if he introduced himself as your bodyguard.

Bodyguard!Muzan who ‘proves’ his point by shoving his tongue in your mouth when he notices the man glaring at you two from a few meters away a few minutes later, tasting your cherry-cola lips.

Bodyguard!Muzan who knew he fucked up when he realised he couldn’t stop kissing you. Your lips were too sweet.

Bodyguard!Muzan who had to pinch himself so he could finally pull away, lying to you saying that other people were staring at you in a way he knew would make you uncomfortable.

Bodyguard!Muzan who started warming up more and more.

Bodyguard!Muzan who you realised had the prettiest smile.

Bodyguard!Muzan who you fell hard for when he saw the fan mail you received and commented on it.

“Tch. Does this bastard know you like bluebells? Also you don’t even like dark chocolate.” He scoffed as he went through your special fan mail with you. His comment made you freeze up slightly.

“Excuse me?” You managed to chuckle out. “Thought you said you weren’t interested in anything related to me when you started working?”

“When I started, you brat.” He flicked your forehead. “You’ve gotten a little more tolerable.”

“Then does this mean we’re on a first-name basis, Muzan?” Your eyes lit up as you leaned on him, your chin on his shoulder as you pouted up at him.

You successfully earn a soft chuckle from him.

“Don’t get your hopes too high up, asshole.” He ruffled your hair. “I’m gonna go get food. You want anything..” he stayed silent for a bit before ruffling your hair again. “..Y/n?”

He saw the fondness in your eyes. “You know my favourite, don’t you?”

He smiled. “Coming right up.”

Bodyguard!Muzan who got yelled at by Daki and Douma multiple times to simply suck it up, be a man, and confess to you before it was too late.

Bodyguard!Muzan who himself couldn’t believe he listened to them when he poured his heart out to you.

Bodyguard!Muzan who got your lips on his as your answer for his confession.

Bodyguard!Muzan who didn’t need to be paid anymore. He continued going to the gym, almost never missing a day to get stronger so he could protect his family. After all, he made to himself he would protect you and your daughter 6 years prior on your wedding night.

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

No I’m sorry Y’all I’m seriously still so fucking pissed off abt this episode, and I have to scream into the digital void about everything wrong with it and how downright mocking it felt or I’m gonna EXPLODE-

FIRST OFF, MY BIGGEST FUCKING ISSUE. Moon, near the end, says that “Bad people are bad people, no matter what dimension it is” or something similar.

HOW THE FUCK DOES SOLAR EXIST THEN, HM?

BECAUSE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, SOLAR STARTED AS “NICE ECLIPSE”, BUT WAIT.. HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE WHEN “BAD PEOPLE STAY BAD, NO MATTER THE DIMENSION”??? CAUSE I’M PRETTY FUCKING SURE ECLIPSE WAS BAD WHEN THAT HAPPENED, AND SOLAR WAS A GOOD VARIANT OF ECLIPSE.

YOUR LOGIC FALLS COMPLETELY, FUCKING, FLAT.

IF SOLAR, A GOOD ECLIPSE CAN EXIST, WHY IS IT SOOOOOO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE FOR A GOOD BLOODMOON TO EXIST? HM? ANSWER ME THAT, HYPOCRITE.

THE ONLY FUCKING REASON, THEY WERE EVEN CONSIDERED “GOOD”, WAS BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KILL. SOMETHING THEY ORIGINALLY, HAD TO FUCKING DO OR ELSE THEIR INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, WHICH WAS HARDWIRED INTO THEM, WOULD FORCE THEM TO GO AND KILL BECAUSE IT WAS PAINFUL TO IGNORE IT.

AND DON’T EVEN FUCKING GET ME STARTED ON HOW DISRESPECTFUL THIS FELT TO ANYONE WHO WAS (REASONABLY) PISSED OFF ABOUT HOW BLOODMOON’S CHARACTER WAS HANDLED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAD AN ATTACHMENT TO HIM???

THIS WAS THE DEFINITION OF “If I give you what you want, will you fuck off?”

THE WRITERS, (probably fucking Davis), JUST TOSSED SOMETHING BLOODMOON RELATED AT THE FANDOM, TO GET US TO STOP CRITICIZING HOW HORRIBLY THEY HANDLED BLOODMOON AS A CHARACTER.

THEY JUST CHUCKED IT AT US, AND BASICALLY SAID; “Fuck off already, look, they can NEVER be actually good, they’ll always be bad, now stop whining”.

WE LITERALLY SAW THAT THEY COULD BE ATLEAST DOCILE-ISH IN A WAY, BACK WHEN THEY VERY BRIEFLY LIVED WITH FOXY AND FC. FOXY THOUGHT OF A WAY TO KEEP THEIR BLOODLUST AT BAY, THEY HAD ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF THE BOUNCY CHICK, AND THEY ACTUALLY SEEMED KINDA OKAY WITH LIVING THERE.

BUT NOOOOOOOO, THE FUCKING WRITERS GAVE US A GLIMPSE OF WHAT A VAST MAJORITY OF THE FANDOM WANTED, AND IMMEDIATELY RIPPED IT AWAY LIKE 3 OR 2 DAYS LATER BY HAVING THEM BOTH ABRUPTLY GO AFTER FOXY, AND HARVEST GOT FUCKING KILLED.

THEY WERE FUCKING DEPENDENT ON EACHOTHER TO SURVIVE AND FUNCTION, THEY WERE LITERALLY EACHOTHER’S OTHER HALF. WE CAN CLEARLY SEE THIS WHEN BLOODMOON IS STRUGGLING WITH PLANNING AND CALCUTION, BECAUSE THE OTHER TWIN HANDLED IT. THE OTHER TWIN KNEW HOW TO PLAN, AND CALCULATE SHIT FOR THEIR PLANS, THE REMAINING TWIN WAS THE BRAWN, AND THE OTHER WAS THE BRAIN IN SIMPLE TERMS.

AND DOUBLE DON’T GET ME STARTED ON HOW BLOODMOON WAS LITERALLY HARASSED AFTER HIS BROTHER WAS KILLED???

MONTY AND PUPPET, BOTH, FORCED BLOODMOON TO SIT ON THEIR STUPID LITTLE FUCKING PODCAST, AND PROBED HIM WITH ENDLESS QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS BROTHER.

FOR FUCKS SAKE, MONTY’S FIRST WORDS AFTER THE TIMESKIP WERE “How’s it feel bein’ an only sibling?” OR SOMETHING INCREDIBLY SIMILAR, AND YES, I’LL GIVE PUPPET SOME CREDIT, SHE SEEMED A TINY BIT DISAPPOINTED WITH MONTY FOR OPENING WITH THAT, BUT LIKE 5 OR SO MINUTES LATER, SHE WAS PLAYING THE FUCKING DEATH OF BLOODMOON’S BROTHER, ON FUCKING LOOP, AND EXPECTED HIM TO WATCH.

AND THEN THEY HAVE THE GALL TO CALL THEIR COMMUNITY, ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS THEY CAN EVEN HAVE SUCCESS FROM THEIR CHANNELS, CRAZY, FOR THINKING THAT THEY WENT TOO FAR, AND HAVING EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SYMPATHY OR EMPATHY FOR BLOODMOON.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE INSANE FOR HAVING BASIC HUMAN REACTIONS TO SEEING SOMEONE LOSE A LOVED ONE.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE MENTALLY UNSTABLE FOR SYMPATHIZING WITH THE TWINS AND THEIR TRAUMA, WHICH MIGHT I ADD IS NEVER FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED??

IF ECLIPSE IS ABLE TO HAVE A REDEMPTION ARC, BECAUSE HE’S “NOT THE SAME PERSON”, AND “A CLONE”, WHY IS IT SO IMPOSSIBLE THAT THE TWINS, WHO ALSO WEREN’T THE SAME PEOPLE, AND WERE ALSO CLONES, TO BE EVEN SLIGHTLY REDEEMED??

I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF THEY WERE STILL KILLERS, IT WAS STILL HARDWIRED INTO THEM, IN BOTH ITERATIONS.

I’m not going to touch how predatory Ruin was with them back in October right now, or ever, because I’m honestly appalled that the writers WENT THERE with their script.

Every fucking argument made in this stupid fucking mockery of a video falls flat, and directly conflicts with past fully canon information, and I’m fucking pissed.

on a lighter note, more (JUSTIFIED) complaints about the loan-shark!twins;

OKAY WHY THE FUCK DID THEY SEPARATE THEM INTO “BLOOD” AND “MOON”, COULDN’T THEY HAVE ATLEAST TRIED TO CONNECT WITH THEIR COMMUNITY AND USE ONE OF THE MANY RENAMES WE’VE HAD? BLOODY AND HARVEST, SYTHE AND HATCHET, CRIMSON AND MAROON TO NAME A FEW, BUT “BLOOD” AND “MOON”??? GOD HOW FUCKING DISCONNECTED CAN THEY BE?? THERE’S ALSO ALREADY A MOON THAT EXISTS, SO HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK? HOW CONFUSING DOES IT GET WHEN THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM AND SOMEONE SAYS “MOON”, BUT ONLY MEANS ONE OF THEM???

And then the sheer fact that they were literally traumatized by the thought of drinking blood- like I’m sorry but that is NOT enough to traumatize anyone, unless they have like, a crippling phobia of blood. Hemophobia or something like that I think. And considering they say they “bleed people dry” (financially), I don’t think they have a fear of blood, or they wouldn’t use the saying-

So there ya have it, me, in the dark, at 10:33PM on a Friday night in July, on the 26th, writing a whole ass essay assignment because of how PISSED OFF one single episode made me.

I’m gonna go die now. (For legal reasons I mean go to bed /Gen)

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen X HornerDaughter!

Part 6- here’s the LINK to part 5. Thank you for all your support! Only a small chapter, but 100% more coming, just you wait… When Red Bull fail to establish their dominance in Singapore, it seems nobody can get off of Max’s back, despite the fact he’s happy for Carlos and the McLaren boys on the podium. All the doubting gets to his head and in the end there’s only one person he turns to for support. Leni secretly freaks when she realises her and Max keep getting closer… Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow @fangirl125reader @norassimpingzone @roseseraj @eugene-emt-roe @copper-boom @its-elias-world @cassiopeiia24

“But is Max Verstappen really happy for Carlos Sainz, or is that just a cover up?”

“Max- Max how do you feel? Should it have been you up on the podium today?”

“Max how does it feel that the Red Bull dominance has been broken?!”

“We’re sensing some tension lingering around Max Verstappen today in Singapore after he takes 5th place. It was an astonishing race for Carlos, we can’t quite say the same about the man who has been dominating the 2023 season!”

Poor Max. It was no wonder the poor guy just wanted to get out of the media’s eye. He was so happy for his friends on the podium, he was still confident and self-assured, but the media kept portraying him to be some kind of villain that was spiteful for his own close friends. Even Checo, the media harassed to shit, but Max seemed to take the brunt of it.

No matter how happy he was, it wasn’t enough for the press who constantly accused him of being a brat, or pissed off about the race. I was positive there was nothing Max could do to please them, so when he headed back to his hotel in peace, I was disappointed, but not so surprised.

Me on the other hand, after four drinks in I’d twisted my ankle and ended up limping back to my room, the kind receptionist from downstairs offering me an icepack. It was pretty boring sitting alone in my room when everybody else was out, even my whole family was somewhere but I’d drunken too much too quickly and paid for it soon after.

That’s when I thought of Max. He too was in his room, probably asleep after such an exhausting day. In my tipsy mind I lifted my phone up, glancing through our previous texts. I’d not responded to his last message which was just a simple not explanation of why the RB’s didn’t work so well on specific types of circuits. I’d seen him in person and felt too awkward to text when we were in the same proximity.

Snapping a picture of the ice pack over my ankle I sent him a bunch of pissed off emojis, feeling playful.

Leni: don’t drink Prosecco it fucks you over It wasn’t so long later when Max actually responded. I was surprised it was so quick, but god- I wanted him so bad. I felt like having him, especially now, so soon after a break up would be a little sour for everybody around us, never mind that my own dad was his team principle.

Max: wtf Leni how did you manage that, are you ok?

Leni: hahahaha don’t even ask I’m good, are you?

Max: yeah just pissed off with all the media today. I don’t want to see a single person else. I cringed at his words. Yikes. That was my invite gone. Rereading my messaged to make sure they made sense, I sent a simple message of; Leni: I don’t blame you

Max took a while to respond after that. I was actually falling asleep, my eyes feeling heavy until the buzzing of my phone aroused me quicker than I could process.

Max: unless you wanna come chill with for a while “Oh, Max. I don’t know how you deal with them. They make it out like you’re gonna start a war with Carlos just because you didn’t get a podium, once.” I sat on the edge of his bed, continuing to hold the ice pack to my ankle.

“Exactly, and I don’t know why!” He paced from one end of the room to the other. “They like drama.” I pointed out.

“True, but…” Max plopped himself on the hotel bed. “I feel fine for Japan, I’m confident, but when you’ve got millions of people doubting you it gets kinda irritating.” I winced slightly at his words. Max usually didn’t be so open about his feelings with this side of the media, I knew truthfully he never really give two shits what they thought, but when people were constantly at him I was positive he must’ve found it jarring.

“You’ve also got millions supporting you again.” I responded as he smiled gently. “Yeah. I know that.” His voice was gentle, grateful, he sounded humble. It was a side to hum media didn’t like to show, especially in drive to survive.

“I know I will be.” I shrugged, glancing over to see him smiling down to his sweats. It was a miracle to see him something other than jeans. “Thanks, Leni.”

“Or maybe I’ll switch teams completely and start going to the Ferrari garage.” Max threw a pillow at me in response.

“Dick.” I snickered, scooting further up onto the bed to rest against the headboard, besides Max. There was still possibly the largest gap between us that I’d ever witnessed.

“Could you imagine what my dad would say?”

“I don’t think he’d be too happy.” Max smirked. “Neither would I.”

“Really?” I gazed over his expression. He was still smiling, indicating he couldn’t have been too serious. “Yeah, I mean, you’re part of our team. If you’re not there it would be weird.”

Hours passed and soon we’d both retired under the covers, watching the TV in a comfortable silence. The alcohol that once streamed through my body had fallen stagnant and I was feeling more nervous than when I initially arrived into Max’s room. I stole a glance at him, his eyelids were heavy as he watched the movie, something I hadn’t paid attention to in a good hour.

The gap between us had closed slightly, and I felt myself overthinking more and more about how soon it was to be in this position with him. Friends do this, right? As long as there was no physical contact, as bad as I wanted it, it would be fine.

So the minute I felt Max’s hand brush against the bare skin of my elbow I felt myself completely freak, fidgeting my legs and accidentally kicking my bad ankle. “Ow, fuck. I kicked myself.” I pushed myself up, pretending to be completely and utterly blind to how close we were laid previously.

“Are you ok?” Max too, pushed himself up. I pushed the covers off me and glanced at my slightly swollen ankle. “I’m fine, just… hurt.” I winced, lowering it off the side of the bed.

“Oh- you can stay… if you want.” Max muttered, sounding a little nervous. My stomach grew butterflies, my heart felt like it exploded and as badly as I wanted to say yes and jump on him- something was stopping me.

“It’s okay. I better go to bed, thank you though.”

“Want me to walk you back?”

“30 seconds down the hall?” I giggled as he shrugged like it was obvious. I realised how rude that sounded, to turn down his offer. “It’s okay, thank you though, Max. I would stay but Blue is there- and if I don’t come back, you know, it looks a little…”

“I get it. Then they all start asking questions.” Max agreed as I offered him another smile. “Yeah. Exactly.” I turned my head a way, hesitating to actually turn around and leave. Max stood besides me at the door and to avoid any other form of intimate interaction I avoided eye contact at all cost.

By the time I’d got back to my bedroom I’d well and truly wanted to top myself. Well done Leni, well fucking done. That could have been one of the most finest moments of my life, not!

[banannabethchase]

What's My Name

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Hapy birthday @sarahcakes613! This is the surprise ficlet for the day of because Events Transpiring delaying the big deal. Consider this a birthday cookie when you will get your birthday cake in a few days! Love you!

~

Seth is fucking impossible.

“You are supposed,” Cody says, adjusting his bag on his shoulder, “to be resting!”

“I am resting,” Seth says. “I can rest and do situps.”

“You literally can’t.” Cody waves to the phone screen. “And you’re not doing situps. I can see you panting.”

“I pant doing a lot of things.” He grins up at the camera, and Cody knows exactly the angle he’s trying to emulate.

“Stop it,” Cody commands, and all that happens is Seth’s smile gets wider. “You’re being impossible.”

“Of course I’m being impossible,” Seth replies. “You like me impossible.”

“You’re practically on the other side of the country,” Cody says. “I can’t deal with you being impossible the way you want me to right now.”

Seth shrugs and moves the camera so Cody can see exactly what he’s doing. Cody rolls his eyes to avoid giving anything away to the people walking by him on the way to his bus. “You can do something, can’t you?”

“I’m not even in private yet,” Cody says, nodding to Bayley as she passes him on her way to her bus. “You’re lucky I have my ear buds in.”

“Yeah, but nobody else is lucky.” He turns the phone to his face again and grins. “Not unless you disconnect your ear buds so everybody can hear me.”

“I think that would get us fired for sexual harassment.” His bus is right in front of him. If he makes it a few more steps, he can get there before Seth does anything else ridiculous.

“So. What are you gonna do once you get to the bus?” Seth asks. He’s panting again. Cody can’t fight his blush. “Gonna tell me to fuck myself with that toy you got me? Again?”

Cody sighs and pulls the handle of the door to his bus. “Impossible.”

~

The next time Cody sees Seth in person, he’s on him by the time the door swings open. Cody would complain, but, frankly, it’s been a while.

Seth is under him, whimpering and rolling his hips as Cody pushes into him. Cody had forgotten how good Seth sounds when he’s begging. “Give it to me harder.” His nails dig into Cody’s arm. “It’s been a while. Make me feel it tomorrow.”

“You always do,” Cody laughs. He adjusts Seth’s leg, manhandling him.

“There it is,” Seth says. “There’s my guy.”

“Your guy?” Cody asks. He slows down his thrusts, feeling Seth clench down on him like he’s trying to hold him where he is. “That’s all I am?”

Seth sighs. “You know what you are.”

It sticks in Cody’s head as he adjusts Seth’s body, switching up the angle for the hell of it, and he decides to lean into a hunch.

“Who am I?” Cody says. He tightens his grip on Seth’s calf. “C’mon, you were all talk earlier. Talk.”

Seth grins, not even half chagrined. “Daddy?” he asks, fluttering his eyelashes. “You want me to call you Daddy?” He pouts.

“Fucking hell, you’re awful,” Cody grumbles. “Tell me. Say my name.”

“This a sir thing?” Seth reaches up and gets a good grip on the headboard. “Yes, sir. Give it to me good, sir.” He licks his lips. “Treat me like a toy, sir.”

Cody knows Seth started out joking. But the way his eyes flicker, the way his lips press together, when he says the word “toy”, gives Cody an idea. “Say my name,” he says. He taps into the sternest tone he can get, the kind he uses when somebody really pisses him off after a match.

“Tell me,” Seth says.

And Cody’s fucking done. “I’m Cody Rhodes, bitch.”

Seth comes with a frankly spectacular cry, all the way up against Cody’s chest. Cody can’t hold himself back and shoves himself deeply within Seth, quite possibly coming his brain out and losing all sanity in the process. The world comes back to him slowly, and he realizes his head is dropped to Seth’s forehead, his arms a cage around the two of them.

“So,” Seth says slowly, “apparently I like it when you call me a bitch.”

Cody laughs and kisses Seth, open mouthed and dirty like he didn’t just fuck his mind away. “Apparently you like to be a bitch when I fuck you.”

He pulls back enough to see Seth grinning up at him, forehead glistening with sweat. “Yeah,” he says, “but you already knew that.”

[amorremanet]

disclaimer: blah blah blah, this post is just one person’s opinion, blah blah blah, I’m basing said opinion on my own observations but there are no doubt pieces of the story that I’m missing and my opinions should not be treated as fact, something something, DO NOT harass the volunteers at AO3 support or anyone else over any of this, if you harass anyone over this then you are the asshole, period. not a debate, just a fact.

SO, LIKE. I honestly don’t have anything of actual significance to add to the current round of AO3 Discourse because all of my complicated feelings on it have already been said better by other people

(e.g., axing “all media types” tags was a bad idea; some fans may not like them but they are too broadly helpful to be done away with entirely; this is a complex issue, there is likely no way to make literally everyone happy; there should’ve been more transparency and AO3 upset people more by rolling the change out with little to no warning; lumping former “all media types” works into a specific fandom silo was all but guaranteed to piss people off; the Archive userbase being hair-trigger makes a lot of sense after some of AO3’s very high-profile fuck ups in the past few years; however, the three (3) volunteers handling the support tickets are not the people who made the decision and it’s garbage that they’re the ones who are left dealing with so much of the vitriol from upset fans; etc. etc. etc.)

My big question in all of this is: if the people on the tag-wrangling committee who made this decision actually thought that getting rid of the “All Media Types” tag was going to be a broadly popular decision with a lot of support from users, then why didn’t AO3 do more to announce this change to users before it started being implemented?

If we are supposed to believe the version of the story that has come out from AO3’s people, the one where they really did believe that it was in the best interests of the majority of AO3 users to get rid of “All Media Types” tags, then why doesn’t their behavior about the decision reflect that? Why didn’t they post more to let Archive users know that this was coming? Why didn’t they talk up what a great change this was going to be and how many people and fandoms would allegedly benefit from it?

Why is it that most users (readers and authors alike) seem to have found out about this from popular posts on reddit, tumblr, or twitter, all made by aggrieved fans whose fandoms have been negatively impacted by the decision? Because as far as I can tell, there was a single solitary post on the official AO3 tumblr about this, which went up AFTER the change had started rolling out and got its reblogs turned off because of all the backlash?

Not to treat “say that shit with your chest” as uniformly useful advice, but……… Come on, AO3. If you really stood behind the decision to get rid of “All Media Types” tags as much you’re claiming—if you really, truly believed that it was in the best interests of the Archive as a whole and that the majority of Archive users would support you in it—then why didn’t you say that shit with your chest?

Because to me, failing to announce the change ahead of time—and then only doing the bare minimum to let users know—looks like moves to try and hide what’s happening, which does not make me, personally, inclined to believe the “We really thought that this would be a popular decision with broad user support” story

I do not have any explanations for what could’ve happened instead of the official story. Moreover, I’m don’t actually want to speculate on that beyond saying “The way this was publicly handled makes me personally feel disinclined to believe the official story” because conspiratorial bullshit thinking like that doesn’t help anybody (it’s way more likely to cause unnecessary harm, especially by spreading ideas that may sound true enough but are probably not gonna be based in reality, when you get down to brass tacks about it)

But the way that this whole change was handled publicly makes me personally feel disinclined to believe the story as put forth by the official post from AO3, and as a longtime Archive user with millions of words of fic posted on the site, who donates to AO3 and the OTW when I can? I really don’t enjoy feeling like I have even more reason than before to distrust Archive staff :/

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Oops

A year ago, Oops was posted to Ao3. It's my only 4+1 things. 5,932 words of Garvez, humor, feelings denial, the whole cast, all while accidentally injuring Kevin Lynch, it's easy to see why this was a much enjoyed fic.

ONE

"I’m sorry, he did what? He said what? After she was shot by a date he broke into her apartment, shut off the breaker, lurked in the dark, and then told her she was overreacting?! And you all didn’t murder him? Morgan didn’t break his face pushing him down the stairs?”

Luke's feeling on Battle's fate was undeniable when told, but hearing what she was made to put up with after, from someone who purported to love her, awashed him with new bitterness.

“She didn’t tell us until a lot later. I think she knew some of us would have come close to losing our jobs.”

Throw.

Catch.

Throw.

Catch.

“...the way she’s THEE soundbite for work-place sexual harassment.”

Luke laughed, ducking his head. Catch. Throw.

“It cooled off after you left, and I was definitely never a recipient.”

Catch. Morgan’s eyebrows raised. “Huh.” Throw.

They were in the empty gym tossing a baseball back and forth. Morgan was in town doing some consulting work for the FBI. They had started the game up in the BAU office, but were quickly pushed down to “a more appropriate place” as Prentiss put it. One close call too many and “other people trying to work”. The two men had some familiarity before Morgan left and Luke joined, but grew closer through the group chat Garcia resistantly added Luke to and refused to take Morgan from.

“She slipped up once though, and started to” a lopsided smile appearing at the memory.

Catch.

“then caught herself and told me: That sounded like flirting. I don’t do that with you. It’s in my mission statement.”

Throw.

Catch. Morgan shook his head. “Baby Giiiiirl”

Throw.

They were moving back and forth, throws alternating from hard to soft. Conversation had gone from family life, to the job, to reminiscing. It was an easy flow of comparison, no pissing contest, neither needing to prove anything to the other. They respected each other, liked one another, understood the stresses of the job they each faced, loved the same people...

“I told her to try being a little more friendly with you.”

Catch.

“Yeah, maybe remind her. Daily.” More laughing.

Throw.

Morgan caught the ball with one hand and twisted his wrist looking at his watch. “It’s Friday night and almost quitting’ time. You think those pencil pushers are gone yet?”

Throw.

“Only one way to find out.” Luke grinned, "Head up?”

They hadn’t bothered to stop the game, toss, catch, toss, catch. Through the hall and up the elevator, seeing the room all clear they continued in throwing.

“Eaaay, Pretty Boy, wanna join in? Jayge?” Rossi and Prentiss watched from the catwalk as the team spread out across the room, ball flying and fumbling.

“So we all goin’ out tonight? Or is it just me and my girl?”

Penelope appeared, all packed up, from around the corner joining Rossi and Emily in watching. “Aww, Sugar, it’s your last night. I thought we were gonna stay in bed and watch a movie.” she simpered.

Throw.

Catch. The game continued around the room.

“Woman, you can’t keep me there all the time. And anyway, I hear you still need bonding practice with my boy here.”

Throw.

Penelope looked from Derek to Luke, Luke making a mocking “told you so” face in return. Catch.

Her eyes narrowed, “We just went out. Fine. Are you all done? Let’s go!” and swept her hand for emphasis, everyone else making for the door.

Spencer had the ball, so took the opportunity for one last toss. He threw it hard, but off center. Luke lunged sideways to catch it, not noticing the scrunched and wide-eyed faces ranging from shock to amusement, only hearing the words “oh shit” and “oh no” too late, his body colliding forcefully into another as he leapt diagonally tackling something large, and soft, and meaty. Another person. They tumbled to the ground Luke on top of Kevin, hand with ball having clocked him directly on the side of his head. Luke looked down hand still gripping ball. “Oooh.” Sorry?”

“That’s why I said GYM!” Emily threw her hands up, vindicated.

What was Kevin doing here so late?

Kevin huffed a laugh, “Can you get off me, Alvez?”

“Right, yeah.” Luke pushed up, stifled laughter and coughs falling around them.

Instinctually, he grabbed the other man and pulled him to his feet, steadying him. He may not like him, but it was a genuine accident and he felt bad.

Alvez, that pretty boy neanderthal from Fugitives Task Force. Kevin didn't like him on principal, hated him now that he'd punched him and then righted him like some child. Completely embarrassing.

Fucking asshole

Everyone liked him, his smug face, his need to be better than everyone else, prove how much stronger and smarter he was. His constant doubting of the information Kevin had given him. It wasn’t his fault a fugitive moved, that’s what they do, that’s why they’re fugitives! He never had a steady girlfriend, he was definitely one of those guys who used a new girl every weekend. And now he was here working with Penelope. His Penelope. He could only imagine what that was like. He knew how she was with Morgan, he could see how easy it would be for her to slip right into that pattern with this one.

Morgan moved closer, arms folded tight across his chest. “Kevin.”

Morgan never did like Kevin for Penelope, found it unbelievable how quickly he moved in on her, felt he was taking advantage of someone who had just experienced serious trauma. Emotions run high during times like that and people form weird bonds. It was the only explanation he could come up with for why Penelope Garcia, brilliant goddess, would forgive him and put up with his bullshit time and time again. But now that they’d been through for a while, years, he wasn’t about to let him slip back in.

“Hey, Morgan.” the man shied away, but straightened up.

“Kevin,” Penelope rushed, “ we were all just leaving. Whatever it is it’ll have to wait until Monday.”

Rossi stepped off the catwalk, tagging team members as he walked, “You heard the Kitten, team. My house for Morgan’s last night.”

Kevin was left standing alone.

TWO

Luke had run into Kevin in the previous divisions he worked in before settling in with BAU. And though he generally liked everyone, he hated Kevin Lynch. Growing up he was aware that his athletic build could be imposing and that his looks could be alienating, so he really did try to be as friendly and open with everyone as possible, let them know he wasn’t an asshole. But not with Kevin Lynch. The stories just added to his dislike, one more piece of evidence tipping the scale out of Kevin’s favor. One more thing that highlighted how self-centered, manipulative, and incompassionate he really was. But he was a professional, so until Kevin showed up on a list somewhere, he wasn’t going to do anything. Kevin wasn’t really his problem, he just tried to stay clear of him as much as possible. Weirdly, that wasn't working out lately.

He rolled over looking at the clock. Fuck. 10 am. He was in so much shit. He had to go. He was late. Why hadn’t his alarm gone off?! Where was Roxie?! Oh, yeah, still at the sitters. Thank god. Luke tore off the blanket, jumped in the ice cold shower, quickly washing down like he’d learned in the military and hopped out. He grabbed a clean gray shirt and jeans, ripped a navy button-up off the hanger, pulled on his boots, and brushed his teeth at the kitchen sink while a cup of instant coffee heated in the microwave. In 5 minutes he was out the door and attempting to avoid mid-morning traffic and collisions.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Thankfully, Emily was pretty understanding, but he really needed to finish up those reports and get them turned in. Like he had planned on doing this morning.

His phone rang while he was driving. He answered, hands-free. “Alvez? Where are you?” came the clipped voice on the other end.

“Sorry, Prentiss, I’m on the highway now… unexpected late start. I’ll be there in 20.”

“As soon as you can. We’re briefing. New case.”

She sounded pissed.

A sick anxiety flooded him. Of course this would happen the one time he woke up late. The one time his alarm didn’t go off or he hadn’t heard it…No time to inspect what really happened there. And now he had to try and fight his way though this traffic and get to work and he couldn’t finish up his paperwork and he would end up getting even more because of the new case. God damn it. He couldn’t catch a break. He swooped into the FBI parking structure, tires squealing as he took turns around poles and pulled into a spot at the far end of the lot. He grabbed his bag and rushed towards the elevator.

Pushing the button, he bounced on his toes.

Come on, come on, come on. Hurry up.

That’s when he noticed the note, the lack of light at the top. Elevator was down for maintenance. He had to take the stairs and use the lobby entrance. As he darted up the stairs taking steps three at a time he couldn’t help but laugh thinking about Garcia in her platform heels climbing these same stairs this morning, coffee and computer in hand. Struggling. Fussing. If he had been on time he might have been able to offer her help in carrying something. Walked up with her. But here he was darting up the dirty cement blocks alone and late. And holding everyone else up.

Light shone through the walls, ground level. He’d made it. Just a few more steps. Luke burst through the stairwell doors, running across the front of the building, reminding himself to walk when he got to the main lobby entrance. Didn’t want to set off alarm bells. Though he was sure they had lots of irritated agents passing through, frustrated at having been inconvenienced.

Luke opened the large glass door, cool air-conditioning hitting him instantly. “Luke Alvez?”

Shit.

His access badge. “Morning, Gina…I..”

She threw her hands up knowing exactly what he was going to say. “Downed elevator’s bringing in all the old faces this morning. Go through the scanners and come see me.” The elevator was adding more time already, he really didn’t have time for pleasantries, but it would take longer to run back down the stairs and then back up again. And it might offend Gina. He quickly offloaded his weapons into the tray and walked through the scanners. All clear. One thing going his way this morning. He collected his stuff and was putting it all back in place while walking over to the older lady.

“I could see you were in a bit of a rush, BAU now huh?” she handed him something to sign. “I cleared you. Sign it and go. But make sure to bring me a coffee some time, yeah?”

Luke beamed at the woman. “Thank you. “

“Oh, hey, Alvez, elevator inside’s down for the next hour too. Gotta take the stairs.” she gave him a tight lipped frown pointing off to the side.

“Fffffuh-“ he sighed, and took long strides towards the stairs, rubber soles of boots gripping and propelling him along the slick tile floor. Shortly he found himself racing up another set of steps, and another, and another until he’d hit the BAU’s level. At this point he gave up all pretense and ran. God, they were going to give him so much crap. He wouldn’t blame them if they had briefed without him and just made him catch up on the jet. There was the door! Luke grabbed it, but something bright and blonde racing along the catwalk on the other side caught his eye and his breath as he was opening it.

He thrust the door inward watching her disappear around the corner, the door meeting a heavy resistance, a loud thunk, and an even louder “OW! What the FUCK!? Alvez?! ”

And there he was.

Kevin Lynch. Gaslighting asshole.

Laying on the floor of the BAU office.

And there she was, head popping back around the corner to investigate.

Luke leaned over, extending a hand as everyone in the office watched in dead silence. “Oh, Lynch. Sorry about that, I didn’t see you...” He was kind of embarrassed, if he hadn’t been watching Penelope he’d have definitely seen Lynch. And though he had new reasons to leave this monster on the floor and walk over him, he was in a governemnt building with lots of on-lookers. Best to make nice and move on.

Kevin ignored the proffered hand getting up on his own, hands going from forehead to nose rubbing, feeling, checking for the blood that was definitely oozing. “The doors are glass, Alvez." he spat “Clear. How could you not?”

Luke bounced from the injured man to Penelope, still peaking out from the corner covering her mouth, eyes squinted … was she laughing? He made sure that her eyes were on his when he made his apology, “Sorry. Distracted.” and brushed past Kevin.

What was he doing up here any way?

Fuck Lynch.

He had a rainbow to catch.

THREE

Luke wasn’t normally accident prone, so she found it pretty suspicious that he kept accidentally injuring Kevin. After JJ recounted the lows in her relationship to him over drinks one night. She thought he sounded a little jealous, looked a little hostile… like she’d been told Derek had when Kevin announced to the whole team they were dating while stepping up to Rossi…after she told him not to. Whatever. But, she shook it off, no reason Luke should be jealous, they were teammates, nothing more.

"You know, if you had a system of organization, you would be less likely to lose things.”

"Spencer, I love you like a brother, but I will hurt you.”

Luke was franticly shuffling manilla files, gray folders, stacking, restacking, unstacking. Desk. Chair. Floor. Open desk drawer, slam it closed.

“What he means is, if you didn’t keep your desk looking like the under side of your teenage bed, you’d know where you put it.”

Luke ran his fingers through his hair pulling, “TARA- Not. Helping.” he gritted out and broke into a strained laugh thinking about the very neat room he kept as a kid, continuing to grab at files, read and toss, read and toss.

“Even now, you’re mixing up stacks! Do you know what you’ve looked at and what you haven’t at this point?” Spencer continued safely from the other side of the cubicle.

Luke broke down collapsing into the chair, head falling into his hands, reports slipping onto the floor, more stressed laughter floating around them. “No. Guys, help me. Or don’t, but I need to find this file, I have to be in court tomorrow.” He wasn’t normally messy, his house was spotless, everything in it’s place. Efficiency. But work had gotten away from him, case after case, file after file, paperwork mounting and more frequent trips away for longer…Things had gotten a bit out of hand at his station. Normally he liked to have everything cleaned up, finished and put away before he left, but they’d been busy so much lately…and now it was missing. And it should have been near the top, if not on the top. He was JUST looking at it yesterday. In this very building.

Tara frowned sipping her coffee, “Alright, just calm down. Relax, close your eyes. Let’s walk through it. Go back to what you last read.”

"You wanna do a cognitive?" he asked, looking at her incredulously.

“Just, go with it. Think about what it said. What you were thinking about. Notice the feel of it in your hands, the object under you. Where are you?”

Luke leaned back in the chair, trying to focus as much as possible, eyes closed, going back. “I’m in the BAU. I know that. Tara, I had it with me yesterday, here. But now it’s not.” He threw his head back frustrated.

“Ok.” Spencer removed his bag, storing it under his desk, “How about we each take a stack. We’ll go through things together. But after, you really need to figure out a system. In box and out box or something.” he suggested.

Tara took a stack of gray files, Spencer took a stack of manilla, and after he’d read and confirmed each was not the right one, he put all of his in chronological order, earliest to latest. And then the ones Tara had gone through, and then the ones Luke was going through. By the end all of Luke’s reports were tidily together, organized and in a manageable order. But that file was still missing. He slumped into the black leather, defeated. “I don’t understand. It should be here. Fuck.”

Tara leaned against the desk, thinking about possible scenarios. They worked in a secure building, it’s not like someone would come take it off his desk. “-Hey…Alvez, did you, maybe, take it home last night?”

“I-.” He didn’t think so, but anything was possible. “I’ll be back, if anyone asks.” and out he raced down the elevator, into the parking lot, and out to his truck.

“So… is he going home?" asked Spencer. Tara clapped him on the back, “Don’t worry about it.”

He rummaged through the center console, felt around and peeked under all his seats, shoved his hands between the cushions, and checked in the seat pockets. Nothing. Of course. Locking the vehicle, he sighed heading back in.

Where could he have left it?

Backpack. If he did bring it home, maybe it was in his bag.

Nervous energy mounted as the elevator slowly climbed higher. He dodged under his desk frantically grabbing at his backpack. His last hope, it had to be there whether he remembered packing it or not.

Please be there Please be there Please be there

Feeling the weight, he knew the answer before ever unzipping it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight willing it by some magic to Mary Poppins itself into life. He thrust his hand in, dug around the familiar textures and shapes. Opened them, pulled it wide and tossed it to the floor.

“FUUU-“ A loud, warbling yell boomed behind him, he turned to see hands grasping wildly at his desk as a large body fell forward, feet tangled in straps. Lynch. Shit. First he punches him, then he plows him down with a glass door, now he trips him with a backpack.

Why was he up here anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be on level 2?

“Newbie! What are you doing? I mean besides setting up tripping hazards for other employees?” A high, anxious, familiar nagging.

Luke turned his head from the man on the floor to the woman standing feet away, shock and guilt evident on his face. And he couldn’t help it, he started to laugh. It was a little funny, it was kind of like karma. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking I didn’t mean to….I was just… I’m trying to find a file!” He wiped the smile off his face turning back to the man, “Lynch, I’m sorry. Here, let me.” He may hate him, but he could be nice for Garcia’s sake. Just because he didn’t like the guy didn’t mean he couldn’t be civil. He reached for Kevin, now on all fours scowling.

“Don’t touch me. Just be more careful.” He reached stinging hands up to the desk pulling himself upright facing Luke.

Penelope cut in, newly annoyed, “You mean the one you LEFT in my cave yesterday?! Here.” She gave him a pointed look and slammed the report to his chest, walking briskly past the two men into the kitchenette.

They both watched her go, Luke wondering what he’d done to make her so mad all of a sudden, then faced one another again. Luke’s unoccupied hand came out in apology, “Really, Lynch, it was an accident”, a peace-offering shake extended between them. Kevin's jaw flexed looking Luke up and down. “Don’t worry about it.” he grumbled, and walked off.

Penelope’s office. That’s right. He was holding it when he came to say good night.

FOUR

He wasn’t jealous. Really. There was no reason to be jealous. If anything, Kevin should be jealous. After all, he got to work with her every day, have her talk to him, on the rare occasion when she slipped up, flirt with him. He got to hug her, and touch her, and hear her laughter, hangout with her and see her at parties, cook dinner at Rossi's. Kevin would never have that again, had he ever. No, he wasn’t jealous Kevin Lynch, that awful no-bounderies slimy tech analyst he had history with had been with Penelope. Their Penelope. They were accidents…mostly. Really.

It had been a long, bad case. They all needed to decompress before heading to their homes, to their families, to the people around them who simply would never understand. They would not wish for them to understand. Even Matt, who found the greatest comfort in being with his kids and Kristy, couldn’t muster the courage to face them just yet. And Penelope needed her people. Needed to be around them, hear them, see them, feel them, know they were real and ok and uninjured. That they were all safe and home. And so tonight, though they were all exhausted, they were going out after work, going to the bar, going to drink shitty well drinks (not Tara or Rossi) and listen to music on a buzzing sound system. Play pool, play darts, inhale the stale smoke that permeated the plaster walls and booth leather decades ago, and know they had all survived and would continue to.

After a few drinks everyone split off into little groups around the space. Spencer was talking with Emily at the table, JJ and Matt were playing pool, Tara inserted herself into a conversation about the legitimacy of Shelby mod kits (not legitimate, obviously), and Rossi was at the bar keeping tabs on everyone around him.

“You wanna play?” Luke nodded to the vacant dartboard.

“Oh, no, i’m terrible.” Penelope laughed, “JJ, though she’s great, used to hustle guys out of money all the time.”

“JJ’s busy at the pool table. I thought those fingers were magic. Come on Garcia, show me what ya got. Maybe I can give you some pointers…” he grinned.

Luke stood up, leading a smiling, protesting Penelope by the hands to the game space. They were laughing and joking, Penelope fully enjoying herself. Luke showed her where to stand, and stood behind her, hand on hand guiding her movements but quickly found she must have been snowing him. Penelope Garcia was a ringer at darts. She shrugged all coy, “Maybe JJ rubbed off on me…”

Something about tonight, right now, felt different between them. She was opening up, being silly and playful, just the two of them. Maybe it was how awful this case had been that had pushed her towards him, maybe she was just finally accepting him. It was Luke’s turn and Penelope's arm slid around his back trying to tickle him, fingers coming to ribs as he raised his hand to throw.

“Penelope, STOP, you're cheating!” He laughed, resisting the convulsions his body wanted to make at her touch. Her face was pure joy watching his until she glanced past him, stilling.

“-Kevin” It was breathless, and quiet and filled with frustration and if she hadn’t been right next to him he was sure he wouldn't have heard it. But he did…just as his fingers let go and his arm had flown, his body jerked away from her instinctively because of the tickling, and well…

"AHHH!” Kevin Lynch was standing off to the side, dart plunged neatly into the soft, front round of his shoulder joint, staring in disbelief clutching at the top of his chest.

“Luke!” Penelope immediately reprimanded brows knit and mouth dropped open in a wide “O” She let go of his flannel, hands flying to her mouth.

“I didn’t- It was an accident!” He wasn’t really concerned with Kevin, it was superficial, he’d live. Dart tips were like, what? An inch? He was, however, concerned Penelope might start thinking this was intentional…

Penelope found her legs, scurrying over. “Kevin, what are you doing here?!” Her hand hovered back and forth over the injury, unsure of touching it. Tara grabbed a couple of napkins from a table near by and passed them off. Penelope plucked the dart out and replaced it with the napkins “Here, hold it, apply pressure. Hold it!” She shrilly commanded, letting go and stepping back. Her body language said everything, arms folded, high shoulders, hunching forward, foot turned out, and she was tapping. Luke looked to Rossi across the room, to JJ near by, and Emily talking with Spenser who gave a slight shake of her head “no”. Luke stepped back to JJ and Matt at the pool table.

“So what is this, he stalking her now?” he whispered.

“He couldn’t be so stupid. He has to know we’re here…” JJ answered back.

It was at that point Kevin’s pain turned to rage, “I’m gonna fucking kill him!” he lunged forward, snarling face pointed towards where Luke, JJ, and Matt stood, but he found he wasn’t moving. “AHHHH! he yelled again in pain, noticing the finely manicured hands of Tara and Rossi holding him back, Tara’s placed just so, directly over the wound digging in as he pushed away from them.

Penelope didn’t move, didn’t flinch, “Why are you here, Kevin?” she demanded again.

He glanced from her friends back to her, glaring at Luke “… I heard it was a bad case… I tried to catch you at work,” he looked down hissing in pain and jerked, shaking off the hands restraining him. “I wanted to check on you, to see if you…wanted some company. But they said you’d gone, so I don’t know. It was stupid, I just wanted to come see you, that’s all.” he finished, looking back up softly at Penelope, then coldly at Luke, “I know how these things affect you.”

“That’s nice, but you can see i’m with the team, i’m in good hands, and we’re all fine. You’re free to go, have a good night.” She turned away heading to JJ and Matt.

“Penelope, wait.” And there he was again not willing to listen, serving his own needs. She didn’t even bother to face him.

“Kevin, please leave. I want to be with my team tonight.” JJ and Matt wrapped her in a hug. Everyone else stood watching him, daring him to make a move beyond what she’d just requested. He didn’t and walked back out.

Leave it to Kevin Lynch to ruin the night.

FIVE

Luke remembered hearing Kevin whine to various co-workers about his girlfriend turning down his proposal before. He’d say her job was too stressful and he told her she should just quit and move out to the country, relax. Luke didn’t feel especially bad for the guy, something about Kevin always rubbed him the wrong way. Why would you be spreading gossip about your own girlfriend all over the building you both worked in if you supposedly loved her? The big thing Luke remembered though, why he really didn’t like Kevin, was Lynch puffed up around the office one day going on about how his girlfriend asked him not to talk to her boss about them, but he was "gonna show her how much of a man he was, he wasn’t scared of David Rossi” whoever that was...Why would you go against the explicit wishes of your girlfriend and jeopardize her position? Kevin was a dick. You don’t respect someone’s wishes, you don’t respect them. And now knowing Penelope was that girlfriend, he hated him. Knowing that he hurt Penelope, intentionally brought another woman to JJ’s wedding, knowing that he manipulated her and complained about her all over the office, how on and off they were, he wanted to wipe the floor with Kevin Lynch.

Since that night out, she really had been nicer, friendlier towards him. He would bring her coffee from Lunacorn most mornings, and she’d pretend to be surprised, small hand coming up to push at his chest, “For moi?”, or “Luke Alvez, stop making me like you!” grinning and walking away. He wanted to chase after her in those moments. They had turned a corner, and he loved every minute of it, he couldn’t get enough of her. Dancing with her at parties, standing next to her at Rossi’s cooking nights, hip bumping into his, her greetings becoming more flirtatious over the phone, but still just a little bit mean, a tart sweetness. She would never be completely nice to him and truthfully he liked it that way. He didn’t need someone to stroke his ego, he needed someone to keep him on his toes. He needed Penelope Garcia.

And so it was her he was thinking about on this very slow work day. Thankful for the chance to finally finish filling out his reports and get them turned in, but wishing for a technicolor-tech distraction. Prentiss had been very understanding about the paperwork, but the bureau was less so. They were breathing down her neck, so she had passed along the note. The paperwork was always the hardest part for him, recounting events, writing it all down, making sure nothing got left out, that everything was objective and nothing was bias, just the facts and their profile. It was very analytical, monotonous, and tedious work. And under the fluorescent lights it was awful. He sat up stretching, taking in the pile of to-do he’d gotten through and felt he earned himself a coffee break. Plus a walk around the office was good for you, kept your joints lubricated, blood flowing, your mind sharp, and it stopped his ass from going numb. And maybe, if he was lucky, he’d bump into his favorite display of hue. He knew where to find her, but he didn’t want to bother her if she was working on something. He made a lap around the bullpen, and then a lap around the catwalk, crossing near her office, door closed. His smile faltering the slightest bit. Emily’s head popped out of her office.

“Alvez, you need something?”

“Huh, uh, no. Just stretch break.” he pointed to the stack of files his desk, “Almost done. I’ll have um all for you by tonight.”

She gave a tight smile, “Ok” and disappeared again.

Deciding to get back on it, he walked to the break room to make a quick cup of coffee before diving back in. No Penelope distraction, it would seem. He was head deep in the cupboard looking for a clean mug when he felt a familiar soft hip check his.

“Tea, for me Newbie? You shouldn’t have...” she purred.

He closed the door, pulling out the last remaining clean mug and smiled wide, “In your dreams, Chica, there’s only one cup left.”

Penelope pouted, invading his personal space, “I thought you worshiped me”, her fingers closing around the cup.

His cheeks flushed, she was so close, so very close. “Even dutiful servants need their energy. Go get me one of the five I know are in that cave of wonders, and I’ll show you how devoted I am.”

She smirked, turning around, orange and vanilla smacking him in the face, “Come get it yourself.” and left him standing there. He looked from Penelope to his desk, he really did need to finish that stack of work before the day ended, couldn’t let feelings get in the way of work. He finished making the coffee and headed back to his desk, the light blue mug of daisy-cats mocking him and urging him to work faster from where it sat safely on the back of his desk.

He had two more reports left to do, small victories. Coffee drained from the cup, and unable to get her out of his mind, he got up, washed the mug, and brewed her favorite tea stashed in the back of the far drawer. It was only fair, she did a lot, she needed the boost too. Luke walked from the kitchenette, up the stairs across the cat walk and around the corner, head down ignoring the very pointed looks he could feel JJ, Matt, and Tara trading. He could do nice things for people. It didn’t mean anything.

"Kevin you can’t file a complaint. I won’t let you."

"He’s doing it on purpose!"

"No he isn't! What reason would he have? Luke is one of the sweetest people! He’s not some school yard bully!”

Luke stopped short, they were fighting. About him. Kevin wanted to file a complaint? Nice. So much for interoffice relations. Baby.

“Penelope, it’s not up to you, I came here out of courtesy, nothing more.”

“AND I TOLD YOU I won’t let you. I will delete it Kevin. Like it never even existed. I’ll write code that deletes it every time you file just to save me time if i have to. I don’t care.”

"Ooooh! Oh, I see.”

"What does that mean? What do you “see” ?!”

"That face. It was the same with Morgan! Some big, strong, handsome, fatheaded asshole walks in the door and you can’t help but fall all over yourself for them. He’s playing you! He’s using you.”

She was quite. He knew what that meant, there was either a furious Penelope on the other side or a broken one. He worried his lip, unsure what to do. How could he convince her it wasn’t true?

When she spoke again her voice was like steel. “You don’t talk about Derek. You are the only person here who ever thought I was being used.” Furious. Good.

Just because he was awful, didn’t mean everyone else was too. He was sick of this, tired of this guy showing up, tired of hearing him tear her down, hearing about how he belittled her, and tried to make her be less than she was. She deserved so much, so so much. Right now all he had was tea, but he could try for more. Luke took a deep breath, and moved forward, he knocked briefly and opened the door, not waiting for a response. He put on his brightest smile, because truthfully, he couldn’t not when she looked at him, and stepped into the room cup extended.

“Oh, great it’s you.” Was the first sound he was met with,"Get out, Alvez. Or have you come to spill that boiling bog water on me?” Luke kept his eyes on Penelope, but his smile flickered at the thought.

No, Lynch, I have something better in mind.

Luke ignored the man, speaking to her, voice low and soft, filling the space as only he could. "Hey, Garcia. Penelope…. I brought you that tea, but…” He glanced to the deep brown liquid and back to the same brown in her eyes, his head falling to the side, "I’d like to take you out. Can I take you to dinner?”

He could hear Kevin sputter as he watched Penelope’s eyes light up, rapidly nodding her head.

Fuck Kevin lynch, he hoped that hurt.

[gooberschmoober]

I have a good feeling that I’m gonna get attacked for this but at this point I couldn’t care less. Despite not playing splatoon anymore, all of you guys are fucking delusional. And when I say this I’m talking about the hardcore Frye fans that are crying and pissing over loosing for like the sixth time in a row idk. Again, outside perspective I haven’t played any game since the second one but the amount of people I’ve seen threatening anyone who voted for Shiver and even destroying their own switches out of frustration is pathetic.

Honestly, I think this entire fucking fandom is pathetic and I’m glad I’m not apart of it anymore. Any of you extreme Frye enjoyers who can’t handle losing a competitive game please just don’t interact with me and try not to tell me to kill myself. I also find it very hypocritical how a lot of these people are calling anyone who voted for Shiver racist but make very racist remarks themselves. Such as this.

No words can describe how baffled I am. I think a lot of people here are forgetting that splatoon 3 (to my knowledge) takes results from all over the world unlike the first two. Since Shiver is really popular she’s constantly winning, it’s that simple. Now don’t get me wrong, when I was a fetus I used to get mad over my splat teams not winning but never to this extent???

I’m not gonna block you for voting for Frye or being a Splatoon enjoyer in general but a majority of you need to get checked out and touch some grass. This is sad and I swear to god if I get any comments calling me a racist or some shit I’m going ballistic.

And I also might as well state this, no I don’t hate Frye. Hell I quite like the character but cause of this fandom I’m starting to dislike her. A lot of you are ruining not only her reputation but the entire game and its community. Not every single Frye voter is being this outrageous may I also remind but it is a concerning amount.

TL;DR: Hardcore Frye fans are sad and need to find a life instead of crying over a squid girl

(Oh and I don’t care if a majority of this is trolling, that doesn’t excuse actual racism and harassment. Especially against minors)

[voidthewanderer]

Death mention tw under cut.

so… I may or may not have a job. It’s kind of up in the air at the moment (though I’m leaning towards resigning tomorrow honestly). I was bawling my eyes out since like 9:40 this morning because I learned that my grandfather’s health is declining. This is a man who has supported me the most with my art. He’s been my inspiration, my mentor. He’s the one who told me to be unapologetically myself. Not to mention, there hasn’t been the threat of family death for ten years (not including myself). Of course, she knows that I do not process this type of information well, is going to be fucking upset over it.

But instead of just giving me my task and letting me alone, she harassed me. She kept demanding to know what changed to make me like this. To get over it because it’s just a fact of life. Her tone honestly made it sound like I was just making this shit up to get out of work. Like no??? If I wanted to get out of work, I’d quit. You don’t fucking tell this to someone who nearly died three years ago. Especially not in an accusatory “get the fuck over it” tone. I know it’s inevitable, but he’s the person who shaped my goddamn life.

So, she kicked me out of the store, bitching that I’m treating her like a monster and that I should be grateful that she bends over backwards for us way more than she should. Which is a fucking lie. If she bent over backwards for us, I wouldn’t be working any closings. I would be working in the pharmacy. I would have gotten my transfer a year and a half ago like I had asked. She’d use my actual name and not my dead name. She would have given me the inventory specialist position knowing that I’m a better fit for it (was already doing inventory counts, stocking, receiving, call ins, and merchandising for a year and a half) and not the person who she favors because he asked for it first (zero training on what the position entails).

I agreed to do what she told me to do. After the agreement, I wanted to be left alone. She’s the person who chose to push me further and further. And then for her to turn around and tell me I cannot have my phone on me while I’m on standby for a potential family emergency? I finally turned around and snapped at her. I was going to be working in the cooler; my phone doesn’t work in the cooler. I would have been using it for a clock. She got pissed off at me because I checked the time to see how long she’d been harassing me for. By the way, it was fifteen minutes. The entire time I was there.

So, I contacted HR. I’m currently in the midst of a family emergency, to treat me like that, yell and cry that I did everything wrong (when you previously told me that they weren’t even going to touch the freezer) and that I need to get over something that she claims to understand what I’m going through (I’m sorry, but if she did, she would have left me the fuck alone). If that’s how I’m going to be treated before the inevitable happens, who’s to say how I’ll be treated after it happens.

Had my ex-uncle not answered his phone at 4am, my grandfather might not have been here now. One day, because he’s not supposed to be walking, he’s gonna fall down and get hurt or he’s gonna fall, my grandmother’s not gonna be able to pick him up, get pissed off, and just leave him there.

I’m seeking a part time job right now. I just need to make at least $300 a month minimum, which I’m sure I can easily get with any part time, I just need the job first. I will also be starting some designs to sell prototypes of, so if you see those crop up, I’d be absolutely delighted if people could give them a reblog and help me out.

No, I will not be starting a GoFundMe. As much as I probably should because I know I need help, I cannot bring myself to just ask for money without anything to give in return.

I suppose I should dip into my down payment funds and get one of those big tank printers, since I’m going to be starting off with stickers, charms, and earrings. I don’t want to, but our itty bitty little inkjet can’t handle mass production of things like that.

[haleigh-sloth]

Is tomura saying he knew he was being groomed since the start, or is he saying he’d come to realize that recently (like around the war arc)? I just cant imagine a traumatized 5 year old being that aware of his situation, but I’m still confused by the way he’s worded it

It IS confusing because Caleb just didn't pay attention. And I don't entirely blame people for being confused here, but lemme explain.

Caleb took a fat L this chapter.

On a few things, but this being the absolute stupidest one:

“Using Shimura and All Might to push my buttons”—-is just, idk where he got that from. He pulled that out of his ass.

Pikahlua’s translation says this:

AFO used All Might's connection to NANA to HARASS HIM. How did he do this? Using Tomura.

And, while people can go debate translations all day, this is literally the only one that makes sense.

Why? Lots of reasons.

Tomura didn't learn about OFA until Ujiko told him, right before his surgery. So, given that, he had no idea about All Might or OFA at all, he also didn't know Izuku even had it! He didn't know about their connection. Zilch. Nada.

So with THAT, Tomura didn't know about Nana's connection to All Might. Because again, why would he? He didn't know about OFA, which is what connects Nana to All Might. He didn't know about Nana's connection to AFO until the PLF war when they met in the vestige either.

Next, AFO....literally...fucking...said it...in the Kamino arc. That he used Tomura's connection to Nana to piss off All Might. He literally. Said. It.

So WHYYYY Caleb thought that it made sense to say that AFO used Nana's connection to All Might to push Tomura's buttons is fucking beyond me.

Last obvious explanation is that, we are very fully aware that Tomura's memories from when he was five were locked away...for a long ass time. He didn't remember until MVA. So it's seriously just...not possible for him to have just been aware this entire time. How can he be aware when he wasn't even aware of what happened for like 16 years? In Tomura Shigaraki: Distortion, he explains that all he has at the time are just distorted images and feelings, and that he only remembers his master holding him, he doesn't know (also not the way you talk about someone you're fully aware is using you the entire time??).

But as Caleb translated it...I mean yeah, you could assume he was saying that he has been aware since he was 5 years old???

But given the evidence above ^^^^ that is just not true.

Imo the obvious explanation is that he became fully aware of his situation during PLF when, you know, AFO started hi-jacking his body.

I think he started retaining his "origin" during the S&S chapters when we got our first Tenko spotting. And then as we go on we see him changing into current Tomura (which is negative development still) and then pop! He comes out and says "I'm gonna do exactly what my sensei gaslit me into believing I am only capable of doing and BORN to do because I'm so independent and such a free thinker :D"

All of this because he re-contextualized his origin *again* into something AFO constructed lol

Free! Tomura is fake news. God.

Okay anyway--no he definitely was not aware since he was kidnapped. Just, no way.

This chapter was so good and it's frustrating that the official translations were fucked up :/

[ishikawayukis]

I haven’t been on tumblr in a while, but i’m here to rant to you, my fellow sensible pissed off carat “hag” LOL

I posted on weverse today (hidden from artist), calling out the people who are harassing joshua and the girl, and the people who sent a protest truck (which is an embarrassment, and funnily enough the korean antis also find it embarrassing and unnecessary), telling them to get a life or find a hobby. Not even a minute since i posted and someone replied that I’M “despicable” for calling out fans on weverse. HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Actually i don’t know what to say about that bec i am so dumbfounded.. another person replied that joshua was caught lip syncing at the concert. ?? i find that “issue” SO ANNOYING because 1) most, if not all, artists lip sync to some extent at concerts, unless they don’t do intense choreography. Even band vocalists stop singing for a bit to catch their breath.. 2) this wasn’t an issue prior to the dating rumors. No one cared! But now they hate joshua and will shit on him for everything <3

Also asked korean carats yesterday to explain to me how dating as an idol is considered “deceiving fans”. They replied to me explaining that it’s because joshua was rarely on ig/wv, but all this time he’s been doing lovestagram with a girl. I get it, but also i don’t think it’s valid cmon now ……….. they’re so offended to the point that someone shaved their eyebrows after hearing the rumors, and another commented a 5-page essay on joshua’s instagram about idols deceiving fans

And NOW another person posted on weibo starting a rumor that hoshi and rv y3r1 are dating. I need people to be for real. I NEED THEM TO SHUT UPPPPPPPP 😭😭😭😭

FELLOW SENSIBLE PISSED OFF CARAT HAG I LOVE THIS TITLE LMAOOO

no but i saw the truck as well and my only thought was woah you guys truly are miserable aren't you? you can go on dates, you can meet people, you can be all lovey dovey if you want, but if an idols even dares to have a rumor? for shame!!!! jail for a thousand years!!! how dare he to deceive fans!!!! which also like you said whenever you ask someone what's that even supposed to mean they're like "well uuh you see uuh he spent his private time doing his private things instead of coddling fans and giving us attention 😠😠" ok and. good for him for being able to put such a clear line between fan and artist

and the lip syncing thing let's be for real!!! every single svt member has done it at one point or another because their shows are ridiculously demanding when it comes to choreography, and you're so right if it was that important why didn't they say anything before all of this blew up!! excuses my guys you are all so miserable!!

the person that shaved their eyebrows did make me laugh ngl LMAO i was like ooh totally me when we get youngk dating rumors LMAO but in a serious note i understand that part of the appeal of idols is this closeness they have with fans and what not, but fans need to understand that there's a line they will never cross, they need to understand these are not some puppets for them to play with but actual real human beings with human lives that Will do things that maybe you don't want them to do. i get being upset that your fave is dating would be lying if i never got upset about it especially when i was young. but the point these people are reaching? genuinely asking you all to seek help because it's just ridiculous

also nothing that happens on weverse can ever be good people there are just. Yikes LMAO

dude i saw someone trying to start a rumor that was wonwoo dating seulgi, mingyu sakura and hoshi yooa like if you're gonna be like that at least agree on who you're gonna use to be stupid LMAO

(also if you wanna send the screenshot of the person calling you despicable i would appreaciate it i need a laugh and maybe be a dick and stalk someone on weverse LMAO)

[firecrackerhh]

I don’t think sending people death threats is right or whatever, but I’m not gonna pretend like the people crying about our very fucking existence haven’t done the same exact shit.

But of course, antis don’t have shit to say when WE get fucking harassed, fuck us right? Maybe we would be kinder to them if they showed any respect for us! But noooooo, fuck that, god forbid they don’t virtue signal every wretched hour about how every little aspect of the show, fandom and creator included, pisses them the fuck off at all times and how awful we are and how dangerous to society we are or whatever the fuck you mentally ill weirdos believe.

But the second we give them back that energy they wanna play victim? Spare me. Play in fucking traffic or something.

“But that’s-“ what? Is it mean? Am I hurting your wittle fee fees? 🥺 oh you poor fucking babies. Cry to someone who gives a fuck.

It’s not like any fan who tells these people to off themselves is gonna actually do it, antis live off of spite and hatred and frankly anyone with such rancid opinions as them tunes us the fuck out anyway. It’s the ones who don’t y’all should be worried about.

I just wish these people could stop being such fucking hypocrites. Like you can’t bitch and moan about death threats when you’re in a group of people who routinely say that others should die over fictional fucking bullshit.

May I remind you all that this fandom wasn’t half as bad before these miserable fucks came in and started their whining and crying over their bad faith takes on everything involving the show? If anything, these people love the drama, they love the attention, it’s probably the only reason why some of these bastards wake up in the fucking morning! But sure, cry like our negative attention isn’t what you want.

Sure, it’s the hazbin fans that routinely send death threats, say racist shit, act homophobic, whatever, yeah, it’s always the fans right? Never antis, no, not them, pure cinnamon rolls they are./sarcasm

Clean up your own fucking house before you judge other people’s dumbfuck.

And yeah sure, Squidiot apologized for whatever bad shit she’s said and done in the past, but to be honest with you folks, I don’t believe this bitch for a second.

Lmao the same bitch who claimed that Viv was going to destroy society with her fucking cartoons thinks sending death threats is bad when by her own ‘logic’ (if you could even call it that) the only way Viv’s “society ending” cartoons would stop being created is if she died.

I can’t imagine being such a fucking tool to where I don’t fucking realize “hey…maybe this group of people routinely sending death threats to people over fictional bullshit isn’t the group I belong in” but then have the balls to say to the world “Vivziepop’s cartoon empire should fall!!!” Or whatever wacko shit without realizing the consequences of such a statement.

And just for the sake of clarity, yeah, clearly I’m not the pinnacle of kindness myself, I’m beyond aware, but Christ, at least I don’t directly send people death threats or whatever, like yeah, I’ve said bad shit before, I’m not denying that, but at least I don’t send it to the people I’m mad at.

If an anti sees my posts and that makes them angry that’s their own fault for looking at my shit to begin with.

Honestly the fact that most of those pictures of “harassment” the anti showed of non-Hazbin fans is at most fans telling the person “can you shut the fuck up” is kinda evidence to me these people are babies.

Like statistically I know there’s gotta be some subsection of fans who do send death threats on the regular and that shit isn’t ok, but shitty people are in every fandom my dude, it’s kinda inevitable, maybe stop whining that the hazbin fandom doesn’t do enough to remove people from the fandom and focus on your fucking behavior.

As if removing people from any fandom is even really possible, definitely for a fandom the size of Hazbin. It isn’t like we vote in leaders or something, it isn’t like Viv is Zeus and the big Hazbin accounts are Olympians, at most you can warn people of a person’s behavior, ostracize them even, but that doesn’t guarantee they’ll stop watching the show or engaging in fandom in other ways or with a different group of people or something.

People are awful, so most fandoms are toxic waste dumps, the hazbin fandom isn’t special, neither are antis, we’re all varying degrees of awful, it’s just a matter of what degree you are, and I think being an anti is significantly worse than any fan of a stupid fucking cartoon.

Giving off some real “I have the right to free speech!” Energy tbh. Like we all have an opinion my dude, doesn’t mean we’re obligated to endure your horseshit.

But on the bright side, that free speech bullshit applies to us as much as them, truly nothing is more American than telling a bitch to shut the fuck up over their bullshit-ass opinion. God bless America.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🔥🧨

[automatismoateo]

i got evangelized in target yesterday via /r/atheism

i got evangelized in target yesterday

was just walking around target yesterday with my cart and i get stopped by these three women who say something along the lines of “hey we’re just going around asking people questions for a project”, which makes me think it’s some sort of research question & i’m a grad student who values research & data so i’m like “sure!”.

then she goes “are you familiar with the image of god as a woman?” at this point i’m still holding out hope that it’s gonna be a meaningful conversation but i’m starting to get evangelical vibes and i reply “no.” then she asks if i’m familiar with religion at all. mind you i am walking around with visible tattoos, piercings, and literal cigarette earrings so i feel like you can probably tell by looking at me that i don’t attend church every sunday. i reply “no, i’m an atheist”.

and then she starts going off about how her church teaches a class about how everything in the bible actually happened in real life & the bible itself is sort of like a “fact book” you would use in school. at this point i know where this is going & im lowkey pissed i’m being harassed in the middle of target and i reply “fact book?”. like i had to laugh a little bit. and then she starts hardcore trying to convert me in the middle of target and i cut her off and go “do you have a question for me or are you just going to keep preaching?” at this point she gets the hint & as i start walking away she like screams the name of her church and tells me to consider it??

i’m usually a socially nice person who doesn’t prefer conflict but it really bothered me how these women were just loitering around target trying to evangelize people? and i know this bc my mom was elsewhere in the store during this & when i met back up with her she had a pamphlet from them already! if i walked around a public store bothering random people & trying to convert them to satanism or some shit there would probably be public outcry. i hate how random ppl feel the need to shove their views down your throat unprovoked.

Submitted May 12, 2023 at 02:47AM by the_obsessives (From Reddit https://ift.tt/7JX3uHT)

[sarcastic-salem]

Ok, so first of all

I have altered my screen name so that I can troll recon Pagans

No, not really — I just realized it sounded better without the ever tacked on so I…..Yeah……

In all seriousness, when I wrote my posts about New Age stuff it had nothing to do with racism or star seeds or whatever. Tbh 100% I had no idea that New Age-y stuff even had a history of racism because I only looked at the core concept of the modern movement, and put absolutely no effort into reading about its creators. Why?

Because history is depressing and I don’t need that negativity in my life.

I mean, there are some aspects of history that really interest me. The founding of the New Age movement and Aleister Crowley’s use of human feces in witchcraft is not one of them. Like seriously there’s so much dystopian shit happening in real life right now I’m just gonna stay far, far away from the nonfiction section.

I am not an expert on anything witchcraft or Heathen related.

99.9% of what you read here is my opinion or some article that I found on Google or wherever and skimmed briefly.

Like for the longest time I thought that hundreds of thousands of people died during The Burning Times™️. Cause that’s what I was taught in high school — class of 2008, everybody🤗 And for some reason my tiny, dumbass brain could not process the idea of history changing over the course of a decade.

Btw, there were witch burnings and you can look up the law banning witchcraft on the English parliament website. I think it was repealed at some point??? But it was more like maybe a thousand or less people that died during the witch trials. Most of the documented cases were isolated to England and New England in the US.

Sorry for infodumping😅

But, yeah, no I am not an expert. Which is probably why when I wrote my New Age posts I was using the term “New Age,” sort of like a synonym for witch and/or witchcraft. This is partially because of the terms linkage to witchcraft and to Wicca, and also cause….Recons can be assholes about witchcraft and anyone who practices it.

And I don’t stalk people. Seriously, I have zero interest in making skaldish’s or whoever’s life hell. I just have a knack for pissing people off, and part of it is cause I’m ND and have zero understanding of neurotypical social skills. Like even in real life, I cannot read tone or facial expressions. So its amplified by like a 1,000 on the internet and yes, I am working on it.

The other part is cause I just don’t know when to shut the fuck up. So that’s very helpful.

As far as me changing my blog name to stalk people

Are you people on crack?!

Not everything is about you.

Seriously, I used to run a different Tumblr blog that I made in like 2017 and it was a MCU fanblog. Cause I was gonna write fanfiction and stuff. Then I didn’t

And when I started studying Heathenry I changed the name so everyone would know I’m Loki’s bae🥰 Then in like 2019, I changed the name again because I was harassed by some homophobic TERFs and, ya know, I wanted to avoid that. If possible.

Every time after that, I changed my screen name

Because I wanted to. Because I thought of something that I liked better. And, at one point, to prove that I was trying to be less of an asshole.

It had nothing to do with stalking anyone. I just got bored or wanted to start over. There is no devious plot.

And someone said I attack trans people?

No, dude, its just that being transgender doesn’t automatically mean you’re gonna like or agree with every other trans person that you meet. But if you’re like a transmedicalist or an MRA or one of those self-hating republican trans peeps who worships Kaitlin Jenner, then we’re probably gonna have some disagreements.

Otherwise, I just don’t know and don’t care. I’m not gonna try to defend some argument that I had years ago with someone I don’t even remember. Be mad at me, ok?

Oh, and me harassing skaldish — I’m not gonna lie: I don’t like him. I think he’s a pretentious prick who acts like an authority on Heathenry and being a Lokean cause he knows Scandinavian people and wasn’t raised Christian.

Which is why I have never followed his blog. Cause he pisses me the fuck off.

But a lot of the blogs I interact with reblog his posts, and

You remember how I said I don’t know when to shut the fuck up?

Yeah, that’s where this comes in.

Like 90% of the time I see his posts and just be like, “Cool, that kinda makes sense.” Cause some of the shit he says does make sense.

Then he’ll make a post about how ex-Christians are lesser Heathens cause we view the world through a Christian lens, and I just snap. Like I cannot keep my mouth shut up.

And I think the last post interacted with him was him asking why his posts made people mad and I said, “I think people might get upset when you make sweeping derogatory generalizations about ex-Christians.” And I wasn’t saying it to be an asshole. I was saying it because I think its true. I think he would piss off fewer people if he didn’t do that. But there were moments when I was attempting to have intelligent conversation with him, and it just somehow went downhill. Idk. Its probably best if we don’t talk to each other.

In all seriousness, though if you happen to see this, skaldish, I am truly sorry for everything I have done to you throughout the years to make you feel harassed.