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theunconcernedembalmer · 4 years ago

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ok i got the aesvic out of my system now time to pick apart the letter n why i wont really be following aesops diary exactly here. literally no one asked but i wanted to get my thoughts down somewhere cos i have. a lot

just gonna put a quick rundown of aesops diary entry as a refresher (mostly for myself so i dont miss anything): he dreamt that he was helping jerry with what was probably a murder n was affirmed n he thinks its a sign congratulating him on carrying out his duty. over the years, he carries out his duties as an undertaker n comes to the manor looking for a “fresh start” aka what sounds like his first victim. according to aesop, said victim should be quiet, n potential victim number 1 is victor. something about badly needing him to become his “silent friend” n he mentions he’ll get to wick n the 2 other survivors in due time, but for now he’s very eager to start his “mission”.

im generally okay with the letter (i have seen so many fights over this aha) cos there is no surprise he wants to kill ppl (ppl who r fighting over this point. did u even read his deductions?? guy happily killed his mentor??). but i didnt quite like the fact that he still looks up to jerry (although. i guess thats valid i just. dont like it). i was also initially kind of confused about the real reason why he would want to kill ppl since as u progress through the letter it sounds less like he kills for duty (cos of the whole dream thing at the start) but more “because i want to :)”, which is an okayish edgy kinda take imo. like not that u cant characterize aesop as Kill Kill Murder Die, but i kinda find that. pretty boring in the long term.

im just gonna put what my original take on aesop was, like all of it. first off, he hates jerry. u cannot tell me a psychotic serial killer like that can raise a child without emotional trauma. like any child, this isnt even counting the extra damage done because hes autistic. (n i also hc that aesop has read his moms letter to him at some point, n he should have come to the conclusion that it was somewhat also jerrys fault, whether through logic or denial that his mom would want to leave him, so that just adds to it.) but as much as he hates him, his teachings are the only ones hes been exposed to, n its been so ingrained in him since young so even if he hates jerry he would still subscribe to whatever twisted ideology jerry was feeding him, which ill get to in a sec.

going through his accessories, he has that origami that he folds for each of his clients, n it shows that underneath it all, aesop is still kind. this isnt expected of him n its definitely not part of his job scope as an embalmer. he (still?) has the heart to wish the best for those that have departed n takes the time n effort to fold one for each n every client he sends off, which is probably a lot. so going off on that, my hc is that jerry, being the manipulative asshole that he is (who probably definitely manipulated his mom into indirect suicide) probably used his kindness against him to make him believe that by murdering ppl he is helping them, framing all of his serial kills as a sort of mercy kill (like his mom). so the thing that aesop takes away from all this is the very twisted logic that by killing ppl he is helping them, therefore being a good embalmer and a good person in general. n everyone wants to be a sort of good person, or at least for aesop that is part of his job description to be a good embalmer. n we all know aesop is very serious about his job.

i also hc that he has killed several ppl between killing jerry n coming to the manor, cos i follow the story that he took the invitation from that poor lady n thats how he ended up at the manor. surely the lady didnt come to him right after jerry died?? but anyway, the way i see it is that he thought he liked to kill. like he finally truly understood why jerry kills so much (which is interesting now that i think about it. guy really just went along with all those murders without truly believing huh), because it felt good to kill. at least thats what he thought, the revelation that killing felt good n is good, but i say its because he hated jerry, n offing someone u kinda hate should probably feel pretty gucci. n its also so much easier to pick clients off the streets than in the manor, so i would think that he has killed ppl like his mentor did, but each time he did the great feeling that came with ending ppls life just. wasnt as good as the first time round. it just became a sort of normal satisfaction of a successful embalming.

this can go two ways: 1. he keeps on killing to try to find that great feeling again, which is cool i guess (n probably what canon would want, except canon states that he hasnt killed since jerry), but id like to go with 2. he just stops because jerry isnt around to enforce it whenever he isnt feeling up to psychoing someone to their death (which is probably how jerry got his victims, n damn if that doesnt take a lot of mind games that i dont think aesop has the mental capacity for since half of it is fighting with his social anxiety n other issues. dealing with alive strangers?? no thanks?? i doubt he would have learnt properly how to lure in clients as efficiently as jerry because of this, mostly cos he was only needed for the murder afterparty aka embalming n funerals). n as much as he stays professional, there is no. professional way of gaslighting someone to their death.

(n also since ppl have pointed out that his twitter replies n other kinda informal stuff have shown that aesop does have reverent respect for life, which also adds to him not being so blindly bloodthirsty as implied in the letter. i dont really see the twitter replies as very canon, but it does make sense that he would come to revere life with his unique take and obsession over death, for one cannot exist without the other)

so this leads me to the motive that aesop brings to the manor, at least how i see it. he isnt exactly coming to the manor to kill per se (like from the very early story, he came to the manor to return the letter to a relative of the deceased lady, something about respecting her last wishes. something like that, its really been a while since i saw that exerpt), so like killing ppl isnt his main purpose of visit. its more of hes always on the lookout for weaker (or at least those that take less mind games to kill) people to mercy kill, n it just so happens that he knows the manor n his mentor almost died from there, so theres a pretty good chance he can find some ppl that fall into this category n so it just so happens that he also has a job to do there. its still counted as a Job for him since no ones gonna tell him that embalmers dont actually. murder.

so in my version, aesop only tries to sway ppl that he knows he can convince, n these ppl would typically be those very sickly ones like his mom (andrew im looking at u) or those with an actual death wish/ very weak will to live. but here aesop is choosing his “first victim”, and the criteria for that is... quiet? never mind “not evading him” and “not cranky” being on the list too, but that isnt quite what i was expecting from someone so dedicated to their duty of murder. sure he wants an easy first kill, but like. i dont think its consistent if his motive was really to continue jerrys bastard legacy. especially when the next paragraph is essentially him gushing over victor, that... sort of implies something else. or at least in the way i see it, since i believe that canon wants us to think that aesop just really loves to kill.

aesop likes victor. very much so. so much till he wants to kill him. which i guess makes sense cos he likes death, n now he likes victor. so he just. puts the two things he likes together. whats better than victor? dead victor. anyway the rest of the letter is more like “whatever, i technically should kill the others too but my priority is victor” so like. he confuses his (dare i say) yandere tendencies with his duty since the end goal for both is a body in a coffin.

having said that. i know i have aesvic brainrot but i also know this is one sided as hell (at least from the letter alone, not counting the letter shaped cookies in his birthday art that apparently belonged to victors birthday cake aha) n lowkey alarming since. the goal is to kill victor. i kinda want to interpret it as him genuinely wanting to be friends with victor (really wanting him to be a “silent friend”, maybe cos he doesnt actually know how to be friends with living ppl n is better with dead ones? therefore victor should be dead to be friends?) but not knowing how to n throwing in his obsession with death ends up with. this minor disaster waiting to happen. but i uh. dont know if this is valid. its valid to me at least, with my original interpretation of aesop. n again cos of his ingrained professionalism, he also kinda sees this as part of his job to send ppl off, so its another plus. not for victor, tho.

idk if ill add this yandere side in my aesop. i mean my boi has technically tried to kill victor multiple times in the past HAHAHAHA. maybe like sometimes he can be a bit obsessive. as a treat. but generally nah cos thats definitely gonna end up in a murder somewhere somehow n i cant. just kill victors here on the ask blog scene lashjflkjhdlfkjhas

so yeah that kinda takes care of the last part of the letter, as for the first part. as much as aesop hates jerry, i would also think hes pretty starved for affirmation (like i said jerry isnt going to be a good parent figure ever) n i guess it makes sense if the only times jerry has ever complimented him was aiding him in his kills n hiding the evidence, which might (?) add to his desire to kill (but that probably dies with jerry aha). so the way i see it as aesop is getting affirmation n takes it as a good sign instead of. remotely liking jerry. idk if im stretching it a little but i really dont like the take where hes okay with jerry. anyway we are ignoring that he hasnt killed before entering the manor cos that doesnt quite make sense to me (i wasnt dreaming about the letter from a lady stabbed in the face 36 times or so right???? right???????)

im also not like. trying to defend him, im just trying to make sense of his diary. boi has issues n is a little too far gone (not as far as canon tho), in my take very deluded in his way of showing kindness. literally cool motive still murder (or in canon, just murder?), please get therapy. but i just dont really like the direction that the letter was originally trying to imply, with him really just hell bent on murder without like. a clear motive (at least to me it isnt very clear since the last part really doesnt sound consistent with his supposed intentions). i mean i love being edgy with aesop every now n then but i dont think it would make for meaningful characterizations in the long run so. ill still be sticking with my original take on aesop with maybe a bit of yandere for victor cos thats always fun

#unconcerned ramblings #mun rambles #its me the mun #im so sorry i talk so much. i was like Okay i should stop talking on my blog now. n then i didnt #i dont even know if this makes sense im still sleep deprived n tired as hell but i literally cant sleep cos this was bothering me so much #also cos i see a lot of ppl like. just nope the letter n somehow began to hate aesop after loving him as a character for so long. which is #interesting. cos this letter isnt exactly out of the blue. we been knew #just a few minor things that i disagree with. but generally i think it was an okay letter

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westmeath · 5 years ago

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just want 2 say since I'm back here. I know it's a ting that people are like "I can't interact with this person cus they don't follow back :(" and I'm one of those people myself but I wanna let u know.. Please never feel afraid to talk to me ever.. I don't go for that shite at all like I know I fall into the same trap of worrying about it but I LOVE making friends and stuff so if u ever want to reply to one of my posts or send an ask or a message I would genuinely love that so much. I'm so bad at following people back on this site so please don't be deterred.. Honestly if u licherally just ask me to follow u I probably will LOL but generally if you interact wit me a good bit ill follow back anyways if I haven't already. This is very longwinded and stupid but watever (swallows hotdog) I'm just sayin, (regurgitates) HEURGHH

Also if I end up not being active on here again (wich is sad cus I've fwends here I don't have elsewhere) my twitter is https://twitter.com/pinballwizord and most everywhere else I am is all listed here https://listography.com/pinballwizard

#poast

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combeauferre · 5 years ago

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antisocial

normally Phil loves when Martyn comes over, but right now he just wants to talk to Dan

read on ao3

Phil is mid-text to Dan when Martyn walks in. Normally he’s excited to see his brother, and he feels a little bit guilty that his need to finish his thought to Dan has priority over saying hello. But he’ll forget, and it’s a very important conversation about gaming they’re having right now, and it can’t wait.

He types out another quick text to Dan, “my bro is here ill txt u later <3” before shoving his phone in his pocket and getting up to give his brother a proper hello, finally.

“Who you texting, Philly?” Martyn asks as they share a quick hug. “Someone more important than me, huh?”

Phil sometimes forgets that Martyn has him on twitter and has definitely seen the last few months of flirting between him and Dan, even though he’s not said anything. But he remembers now, flushing red as he sees the knowing look on Martyn’s face.

“That gives me a pretty big range of people to be talking to, then,” Phil replies, shrugging, and trying to will his face to cool down. Martyn punches him in the arm playfully and rolls his eyes.

Phil’s been out to Martyn a while, a good couple of years. It was easy to come out to him, they’re so close. It’d been such a big deal to have someone to talk to about that stuff, and his friends’ opinions scared him so much; he needed someone, and he’d turned to Martyn. He didn’t have the guts to tell his parents yet, so having that familial support had been good for him for so long. Only now is he starting to regret it.

Martyn’s only been in the house ten minutes before Phil’s checking his phone again. His mum’s gotten up to make tea and he sees his opportunity. He has a little “:’( have fun <3” waiting for him and he smiles softly to himself.

He’s typing out a quick reply along the lines of “I’m back for 2 minutes mum’s out the room and I can get away with it” when Martyn pipes up, “Who ya talking to, Phil?” his eyes shoot up from his phone and dart quickly between Martyn and his dad. He sees Martyn frown a little when he realises his mistake.

“Uh… just Anja,” he lies, shooting as quick and inconspicuous a glare as he can at Martyn.

“Anja doesn’t normally make you smile like that, Phil,” his dad says.

“Oh, she just… uh… sent me a dog video,” he lies. He sees Martyn roll his eyes and blow a kiss in his direction when his dad isn’t looking and shoots another glare. He’s clearly not giving off the ‘if looks could kill’ vibe he’s going for, and Martyn clearly doesn’t give a shit.

“I’m being bullied :(,” he writes to Dan. He gets an xD back and frowns. All it takes is Phil’s dad to get up and walk out the room for Martyn to jump up and be at Phil’s side in an instant.

“So, does your boyfriend have any sympathy for you?”

Phil flushes beet red at that.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Mar,” he says, as quietly as he can. “We’re just friends.”

“Like fuck you’re just friends, budge up,” Martyn says shoving Phil to the side on the sofa so he can crowd in next to him. “What did you say to him?”

“That you’re a bully.”

“And what does he think about that?”

“He laughed at me.”

Martyn snickers next to him and earns himself a jab in the ribs.

“You should skype him,” he says, grinning somewhat evilly, “I’d love to meet my new ally.”

“Nope.” Phil locks his phone then and shoves it in his pocket. “You two are never allowed to meet.”

“I bet I could tell him so many embarrassing stories about you!”

“No!” Phil shoves him then.

“I bet Dan has some other kinds of stories that he could tell me!”

Phil thinks he might die from how much blood rushes to his face then. “Shut up, Mar!”

“Boys!” Phil’s mum yells as she comes in the room.

“Phil’s gonna skype his friend,” Martyn tells everyone.

“Oh,” Phil’s mum looks up. “Dan?”

Phil feels his cheeks begin to betray him again.

“Uh… I don’t know if he’s free…”

“You were just messaging him,” Martyn offers unhelpfully.

Phil pulls out his phone and drops a text to Dan. “Please say no to this.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck you.”

“D:”

“My family wants to skype you you can blame martyn”

“i wanna skype your family!”

“Dan no you don’t”

“i wanna meet ur bro”

Phil’s about to reply when Martyn leans over his shoulder and yells “He wants to meet me!”

Phil groans and rolls his eyes.

“You’ve sealed your own fate,” he tells Dan.

He’s forced to traipse upstairs for his laptop, only to sit through a good half hour of Martyn and Dan getting to know each other a little too well, and Kath and Nigel chipping in with Martyn’s embarrassing stories. He’s thinking he can just about take it, when Kath says, “You know once, when Phil was only a baby-”

“Okay, we’re leaving now.” Phil grabs his laptop, jumps up and leaves the room. He reaches his room and chucks his laptop on the bed.

“Hey, watch it, will you?” Dan laughs. Phil checks his phone to see Martyn has sent him a kissing emoticon and sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Are you okay, though, Phil?”

“That was mortifying,” Phil replies, whining a little. “Never agree to skype my family ever again. Especially if Martyn’s there.”

“Aw, I think it’s so cute though, they really love you so much.” Phil rolls his eyes again.

“I wish they wouldn’t be like that in front of other people.”

“Other people, or me specifically?” Dan grins. Phil smiles softly.

“A bit of both, I guess,” Phil says, “but also mostly you specifically.”

“Well, that’s okay,” Dan says. Phil can see a little bit of pink on his cheeks through the grainy webcam, “You’ve got me all to yourself now.”

Phil smiles softly. He drops a quick tweet out, just a little passive aggressive nod at Martyn.

“Was feeling antisocial so i have escaped to my room”

“Okay,” Phil throws his phone on the bed face down. “Now I’m all yours.”

#abie has a life #mine #abie writes #dnp #dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phan #phanfic #2009 phan #long post #sorry i forgot to add a read more im on mobile now

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Forty-Five: A Grey Coat ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It was such an odd way to meet someone.

There had been no call for rain that morning - the weatherman had said skies would be clear as students started returning to school for the year. And, true to his word, there hadn’t been a single cloud in the sky, blue and clear above their little city. Still munching her breakfast, Hinata had decided to forgo her umbrella. The less she has to carry and keep track of on her first day of high school, the better.

Hanabi, still in primary school, bade her elder sister goodbye as Hinata called her farewell, stepping into her shoes and careful not to wrinkle her uniform. Bag in hand, she left the house behind and jogged around to the front where her bike was parked. Thankfully it wasn’t too far to her new school - not far enough to need the train, at any rate. A little while of pedaling, and she’d be there.

The crowds had been a little intimidating. While middle school had been a little small, given that there were more of them in town, there were only two high schools to encompass them all. Marveling a bit at the sakura trees, she’d parked her bike, traded her shoes, and made her way to her first class.

It...really wasn’t a very remarkable day. Not until last period, when they all jumped as thunder rattled the building.

Almost out of nowhere, a storm rolled in. And with it, a turbulent downpour of rain.

Hinata’s heart sank. Really? She was going to get soaked! Many other students began chattering about the same as their teacher tried to regather focus.

Come the end of the day, it was a madhouse of rushing teenagers trying to make their way through the downpour. Only a few had still insisted on bringing their umbrellas, whole groups trying to crowd under them like ducklings under their mother.

Lingering just under the awning of the entrance, Hinata stared out into the rain. It almost seemed to blur the view, it was so heavy! She hadn’t even brought any kind of a jacket, the day had started off so mild. Part of her almost wanted to try phoning her father to come pick her up, but...well, surely that would only annoy him.

And then...whoomph.

Startling as something fell on top of her, Hinata couldn’t help a small gasp of surprise. Struggling against it for a moment, she calmed as she realized it was...fabric of some kind. A...a coat? Grey, like her uniform. Then...it must have been someone’s…?

Peering out from under it, she saw a boy, completely unfamiliar to her. He was a little pale, with a mess of dark hair and calm matching eyes. At her look, he glanced to her, earning a small jump. “You’re gonna get soaked,” was all he told her.

“...u-um…”

“I’ve got a club to go to, and my brother’s picking me up then. You need it more than I do.”

“Oh...t-thank you. Um…?”

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

It didn’t ring any bells - he must have gone to another middle school. “Hyūga...Hinata.”

“Just bring it back tomorrow. I’ll get it from you then.”

Blinking, she just nodded, watching him head back inside. Well that was...strange. But she’s certainly grateful.

Turning back out, she took a deep breath...and made a run for it.

Thankfully she was skilled enough at riding her beloved bike, she could spare one hand to keep the coat in place as the other handled the steering alone. By the time she got home it was soaked, but most of her hair and back were dry. The rest of her...well, she got right into a hot bath - she couldn’t afford to get sick on the first day!

She’d then laundered the garment and hung it to dry, going about her homework and occasionally glancing to it. Even then, Hinata was still surprised at the gesture. They were strangers, after all.

Poking about her generation’s favorite social media site didn’t turn up anything - either he didn’t have a page, or he’d told her the wrong name. She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Maybe a page would have given her a little more insight about who this Sasuke guy was.

...but at least he was nice.

And so, here we are the next morning, Hinata hanging the jacket near the front door...alongside her umbrella.

“Hinata...that isn’t part of your uniform, is it?”

Turning to Hiashi, she blinks, not sure how to reply. “I, um...I-I borrowed it from a friend yesterday. To...get home in the rain.” It’s not a lie, though she’s not sure she can call Sasuke a friend quite yet.

Her father perks a brow. “...I see.”

“I w-went ahead and washed it, so...it’s in good shape. I just need to get it back to him.”

“...him…?”

A pause. Well...she’d thought it obvious, given it wasn’t part of her girl’s uniform… “Y...yes.”

Eyeing the garment critically, Hiashi just harrumphs and goes back to his newspaper.

Heaving a small sigh, Hinata goes through her breakfast quickly, giving Hanabi a pat on the head before taking up the jacket and heading out the door.

There wasn’t time yesterday to ask what class he’s in...but surely he’s a first year like herself, right? She’ll just...have to find someone who knows him and find out for sure. Of course, the story might perk some eyebrows as it did her father, but...no matter. Getting him back his property is more important than igniting a few rumors.

...right?

At least she knows he’s not in her class of 1-2 - but that still leaves four other classrooms. Peering into the first, she doesn’t spot him...but then again, she’s a little early, wanting to have some time to try and spot him.

A few girls excuse themselves past her, and she decides to just...ask. “Excuse me, um...do you happen to know what class Uchiha Sasuke is in?”

The pair exchange a look. “Why do you need to know?”

“I...I borrowed something from him yesterday, and...I need to get it back to him.” Something about their tone makes her a little hesitant to explain any further.

“What?! Sasuke-kun lent you something? What was it?”

“You should give it to me! I’ll give it back to him for you!”

Immediately regretting her question, Hinata waves her hands. “N-no, I really should -”

“Oi…”

The trio turn to see none other than their subject of conversation, expression mildly annoyed. Like a couple of birds, the other two start twittering at him...and it’s clear he’d rather they didn’t…

“I...I have your coat!”

Hinata blurts out the words in an attempt to stifle the chattering...and surprisingly, it works. Stunned into silence, they watch as she marches back down the hall, intending for him to follow.

And he does.

Glad she kept the coat in her cubby, Hinata fetches it, neatly folded as she offers it to him. “I...I went ahead and washed it. Thank you for letting me use it. I...hope your brother came and got you okay…?”

Sasuke accepts the coat, tucking it under an arm. “Yeah, it wasn’t a problem. The rain had mostly let up by then, anyway. I hope you didn’t get wet…?”

“N-not too badly, no. At least, I don’t feel sick! So...I’m fine.”

They reach an impasse, and silence falls.

“...a-anyway! I...brought my umbrella today. Just in case.”

That earns a small smile and a snort. “Good. That’ll probably work better than a coat with no hood.”

“Y-yes...but I’m still v-very thankful you lent it to me!”

“No problem. See you around, Hyūga.”

“Ja ne, Uchiha-kun!” She waits a moment to let him leave before heading on her way, not wanting to part and then end up walking next to him awkwardly.

Still, she can’t help but mull over those girls’ reactions. Is he...popular? Since he’s from another middle school, she really has no idea. But he seems cool...with his messy hair and calm expression. She can see why he would be. Mostly, though...she appreciates his kindness.

...she’ll have to do something to make it up to him. But what…?

It’s then, however, that the warning bell rings, and she jumps. She’d better get to class or she’ll be late!

Oof, late - had a bad headache for the latter half of the day, and it's just now going away (after conceding to some medicine, lol) ANYWAY, not too much to say about this one! A little modern high school slice of life. While I like the rookie nine growing up together, it's also neat to have them start - at least in part - as strangers. Hence them not knowing each other in this piece! But that'll do it for tonight - gonna go pass out cuz golly that headache took it outta me! Thanks so much for stopping by to read!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #hyūga hiashi #sasuhina #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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ukulelecal · 6 years ago

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Biggest Fan

In which you’re a famous singer and Calum is a fan of your music.

Warnings: There’s like one swear but other than that its just fluff

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested By: Anonymous

“hi can you do a blurb on calum where you’re also famous and u find out he’s interested in you and low key loves your music? shebjdjsj idk jus make it fluffy and ill love u forever“

A/N: i really loved writing this auehfuesnf tempted to do a part 2 tbh, lmk what you think?

Requests are OPEN!

*Gif not mine*

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“Thank you, New York! Good night!” You cheered into the microphone, taking one last bow and giving a wave to the crowd before exiting the stage.

You immediately went to your dressing room and packed up your guitar, then grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge in the corner. Performing shows was one of your favorite things to do, and you would never grow tired of it. Seeing all the fans who came to see you, and hear them sing along to your songs never got old.

You sat down on the couch and took a sip from the water bottle. There was enough time for you to relax and come down from your adrenaline high before having to get on your tour bus and move on to the next place.

Setting the water bottle next to you, you wiped the sweat that beaded on your forehead and grabbed your phone from where you had tossed it on the couch before going on stage. You opened Twitter, starting a new tweet.

“Had so much fun tonight. New York, I love you x”

You posted the tweet, then started scrolling through your feed. There was nothing out of the ordinary; just tweets from friends, family, fans. You liked a few tweets here and there, but mostly just scrolled through without giving much thought to any of them. Just one particular tweet caught your eye. It was a recommended tweet, from a user you didn’t follow.

“Absolutely love this song. Great job @/your/twitter/user/”

Attached was a screenshot of Spotify playing a song from your newest album that was released not too long ago.

You grinned to yourself, seeing it was one of your more “underrated” songs that people seemed to not pay much attention to, at least compared to your more popular singles. Glancing at the person who tweeted it, you immediately recognized the name. Calum Hood; he was a bassist in a band. You knew quite a few of their songs, one of your favorites being their latest release, Youngblood. It was undeniably a beautifully written song. You couldn’t exactly call yourself a major 5 Seconds of Summer fan, but you did enjoy listening to them.

You liked the tweet, then responded with a simple “Thank you! ;)”

You clicked on his name and followed him, noticing he was already following you. He seemed like a nice guy; unfortunately, you had never gotten the chance to meet him. Maybe one day.

Then, a thought popped into your head. You recalled seeing 5 Seconds of Summer on the setlist for the B96 Summer Bash in Chicago, which you were also set to be performing at. It would be a perfect opportunity to meet him and see him live with his band. You smiled to yourself, standing up and grabbing all your things that you took into the dressing room. You walked out to the back door of the venue, where a security guard waited to walk you to your tour bus. You beamed and waved to the huddle of fans that were crowded behind a barrier, but scurried right to the bus.

After you changed into some sweats and a t-shirt, you crawled into your bunk and continued to scroll through your phone. A few tweets from fans popped up, theorizing about something going on between you and Calum, just because he had tweeted you one time. You laughed softly to yourself, simply scrolling by. They could think whatever they wanted; truth was, you had never even met him in person.

…

The day of the Summer Bash came around, and frankly, the idea of finding Calum to meet him had pretty much slipped your mind completely. You still had a tour going on, and you needed to focus more on that and promoting your new album.

You stepped out of the van that drove you from your hotel to the venue, taking a deep breath as the warm air hit you. Thankfully, Chicago was mostly warm this time of year. A part of you wanted to stay outside and just enjoy the nice weather for a while, but you needed to get inside to get ready and rehearse a bit.

After going through the mess of checking in with the crew and being told a very specific schedule to follow, you were finally shown to your dressing room to get ready and practice. Your stylists followed you inside, ready to doll you up for your performance.

Once you were dressed, warmed up your voice and tuned your guitar, you still had a while before showtime. There was no point in sitting around in your dressing room the whole time when there must have been something to do around.

You grabbed your phone and walked out, starting to aimlessly wander around the backstage area. You ran into a few people that you had met before, exchanging hugs and good luck wishes for the show.

Eventually, you got so invested into replying to a text from your best friend that you totally stopped paying attention to where you were going. It wasn’t until you walked directly into something, or someone, that you were brought back to the real world.

You began uttering out a rushed apology and looked up to see what poor soul you ran into, and you immediately recognized the face. It was the guy who tweeted you when you were in New York; Calum was his name.

He clearly recognized you, too, because his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying atten-”

“It’s okay, really,” he interrupted your rambling, running his hand through his hair. He tried to act casual, but in reality, his heart was beating a mile a minute. He had been a fan of your music since you first started, and he always wished to meet you. That was finally happening, and the fact that you were ten times more beautiful in person was not helping. Not that he didn’t always think you were beautiful; it was just a whole different experience.

“You’re Calum, yeah?” You asked, looking up at him with a grin. He nodded in response, smiling.

“That’s me. And you’re Y/N...I really love your music,” he admitted, eyes falling to the floor in a sheepish manner. He usually never had a problem talking to people, but for some reason, you were making him flustered like never before.

You blushed, fiddling with your phone in your hands.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “I’m a fan of you guys, too. I’ve had Youngblood on repeat for a while.”

He chuckled, bringing his brown eyes back up to meet yours. You could get lost in his eyes. The beautiful chocolate brown was enough to make you melt.

“I’m glad you like it.”

You bit your lip and looked around the hallway, not sure of what else to say. This was one of your least favorite things; awkward silences. Especially with Calum Hood, of all people.

“So, this is going to sound really weird, but I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while now. I’m just such a fan, you’re music is sensational,” he rambled, tan cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I’m sorry I sound like a creep, I’m just really glad this is happening.”

You laughed softly at his embarrassment, shaking your head.

“You don’t sound like a creep. I’m really glad to meet you as well. You’re really sweet,” you said, the compliment rolling off your tongue easily. You the continued, “Would you like to hang out sometime, Calum? We could find a time when we’re both not busy, and go out if you want.”

He smiled, nodding his head in agreement.

“I’d love to.”

The two of you exchanged numbers, and proceeded to say your goodbyes; the show would be starting soon, and you both needed to get back to your dressing rooms.

“See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye, Cal.”

Cal. Oh God, you called him Cal.

It was just a simple nickname, but your mind still raced. What if only his close friends called him that? You weren’t exactly close, you had just met. It probably wasn’t really a big deal, but you couldn’t help but overthink.

Upon returning, you touched up your hair and straightened out your outfit. You were going on first, and 5 Seconds of Summer was scheduled to perform right after you. You knew you needed to focus on your performance, so you pushed your panic about the nickname completely out of your mind. It’s just a nickname, after all.

A crew member knocked on your door, signaling it was showtime. You checked your appearance one last time before heading out the door. You found your guitar backstage and shook out your nerves.

“Y/N!”

You turned around at the sound of your name, and smiled when you saw Calum walking up to you.

“Hey,” you said, adjusting the strap on your shoulder.

“Just wanted to wish you luck,” he said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

You grinned and opened your mouth to reply, but the sound of another voice yelling cut you off.

“He has a crush on you!”

A laugh escaped your lips as Calum whipped around and raised a certain finger at whoever yelled; glancing past him, you found the source to be one of his bandmates, Luke, you believed.

“He’s kind of a dumbass,” he sighed, turning back around to face you.

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Although trying to appear casual, your cheeks undeniably red. A crush? It seemed unlikely, he had only just met you, and Luke could easily just be trying to embarrass him. But, still...you wouldn’t mind it if he did have a crush on you.

Before he could say anything else, a crew member tapped you on the shoulder and jabbed his thumb towards the stage. Showtime.

“I’ll see you later,” you said with a smile. He returned it, and you ran onto the stage. The sounds of excited screams filled your ears, and you beamed brightly at the crowd.

“What’s up, Chicago!” You yelled into the microphone, earning a chorus of screams in response. It was a great audience, you could tell.

You started strumming your guitar, and your band started to play as well; one of the singles from your new album.

A smile found its way onto your face as the crowd sang along; that was a feeling nothing could ever beat.

After a few songs, you took your bows and walked off the stage, still buzzing on adrenaline. Calum, Ashton, Luke and Michael were standing backstage, waiting for their turn to perform.

“You did awesome,” Ashton commented, giving you a thumbs up. Michael uttered an agreement, then directing his gaze to Calum. Luke nudged the boy’s shoulder.

“Y-yeah, you were amazing,” he stuttered, grinning. You smiled, patting his shoulder. God, he was adorable when he got flustered.

“Thanks, guys. Good luck!” You waved to them as they made their way on stage, and you handed your guitar off to a crew member. You opted to stay backstage to watch their performance, and you couldn’t help but grin.

They all clearly loved music and performing, and it warmed your heart to see their passion. Calum in particular looked so into it, bouncing around the stage and playing his bass with such a fire in his eyes. He was beyond talented, too.

At one point, he turned to look backstage. He saw you standing there, and quickly shot you a smile. You returned it with a thumbs up, showing you were enjoying the performance. He looked down for a moment, still smiling widely, before heading towards his microphone to sing during Want You Back.

“Would you mind going back to your dressing room, ma’am? We have to clear the area for the incoming stage setup.”

The sound of a voice snapped you out of your attention to the song, and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, of course.”

You took one last look at the band before scurrying away. Once back in your dressing room, you grabbed your phone and opened a new message to Calum.

“They kicked me out of the backstage area :( but you guys did awesome!!”

You sighed happily, reclining into the chair at the vanity. You were happy to have met the Aussie boy, even if it was briefly. A part of you thought maybe, just maybe, the fan’s theories on Twitter could become true one day.

#genny writes #text post #calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum hood blurb #calum hood x reader #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos blurb #5 seconds of summer blurb #5sos x reader #5 seconds of summer x reader #calum x reader #biggest fan

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roymaes · 6 years ago

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a personal update

Hi followers! I’m sorry for being so absent for the past few months; thought I would make a post explaining a little bit about why (although I can’t go into much detail because reasons)

1) I haven’t been able to draw aaanything at all recently. Art block is a pain in the arse and even trying to draw is enough to make me feel really useless because I’m just... not remotely satisfied with anything I manage to scribble down rn. Honestly I want to post art on here more than anything but I’m just not able to produce art right now. I’m hoping it doesn’t last much longer but who knows.

2) I’m pretty busy a lot of the time. I’ve got some new hobbies and me and my boyfriend are getting out more and doing stuff together. Tumblr isn’t really a sociable website aha

3) Personal issues are bad right now. Mental health stuff got reeaally bad earlier this year and I’m still trying to recover from the effects of it. Also a very close family member of mine is terminally ill with a very poor prognosis so I’m spending lots of time with them while I still can.

4) My passion for FMA has been heavily diluted by all this stuff. I’m long overdue a manga re-read to properly get back into it again.

I’m trying to keep my queue active at least, but I’m sorry if I’m really slow to reply to messages or if I don’t post any original content for a while. Thank you for sticking around!

Reminder that I’m (slightly) more active on Twitter a lot of the time.

Also, consider commissioning me (commissions help to alleviate my art block!). And I have a Ko-Fi I may as well shamelessly plug too.

[[Love u all]]

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notailtheories · 6 years ago

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NotailsAndMore Tweet Compilation 2

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This section will contain the tweets that I consider make up Act 2. Because they are not actually from O-1, you could also consider them an intermission... But they still hold important information either way. OwO

This batch of tweets began a little over an hour after the last round stopped... Which isn’t a very long pause. You can most easily tell the difference because this person’s face is “TvT” rather than “=)”, if you’re looking to track these from the Twitter itself... OwO

98 |

I passed out and I wake up to me being logged into this creepy ass notail fact account. Fuck off who did this? TvT

Reply to 8, & 99 |

hate to be a stickler for details but you didn't say a fact just a question tho i *would* like to know some notail facts about my dark past :D

Holy fuck. Look if you know me O-2 sir I just want you to know I did not make this account or tweeped at you, I just woke up to this. Who tweeps shit like this at an O-class? TvT

100, reply, & 102, reply, 108, reply, & 112 |

X-7364 if this was you and some of your shitty experiments I WILL strangle all of your dirty rats. These O classes could order my death for no reason. You even used my actual email to do this. They could figure out who I am! TvT

Your buddy even said "fuck you" to me. Now that guy's got some real claws. >:3

I am so sorry O-6 sir. I had nothing to do with this but I will still apologize. Please forgive me, I'm ok if you don't forgive my friend and kill him though. TvT

Grovelling ain't pretty, you know. But hey, you ain't done anything, right? Maybe I'll let you go. >:3

You would be most kind if you let me go for words that were not my own. Thank you. TvT

I'll think about it. >:3

Thank you. That is all I ask, and all I am allowed to ask. TvT

Reply to 98, 101, reply, 109, reply, 113, reply, 114, reply, & 115, reply, 118, reply, 119, reply, 120, reply, 122, reply, 124, reply, 125, reply, & 126 |

lol u rly had me worried there sweetie :3 im still curious abt this whole thing if u want 2 help me find out abt it :3

I didn't write any of this! This has to be an X class prank. "Ha Ha, make your friend pass out, make an account with their email and possibly kill them by telling O-6 that you love them. So funny!" TvT

lmao u creeped out like every single o class tho i think thats kinda an achievement u should be proud of urself :3 whoever made this account was saying some really spooky stuff tho do u think it was just creepypasta or what :3

Please don't say I did it. I had nothing to do with this. I wouldn't contact the O classes, much less say such things to them, for they are most favorable to my survival. It was just some shitty prank. Some of the reactions are, strange, but that is no matter to me. TvT

watching u suck up 2 them is rly funny lol but kk babe i guess ill drop it :3 smh i thought this was something cool :3

I rather not relate "something cool" with angering the O classes but I understand. TvT

suckuuuuuuuup :3

I rather live a suck up than die for something I didn't do. TvT

how abt i give u smth else 2 suck on hot stuff :3

Look I don't even have a tweeper and I'm about to abandon this account and never touch it again. So my response to that is "um bye." TvT

i hate 2 see u leave but i love 2 watch u go :3

That's extremely holy and not ok. TvT

i hope ur not as disappointing in bed as ur friends failed arg was on tweeper :3

How could a notail raise so high to grace? TvT

u sure raise some things of mine baby :3

I would block you but I'm not going to be related to this account anymore, and if my friend logs back in I'm ok with him getting fucked over by your words. TvT

id prefer 4 u 2 to get fucked by me :3

Courtship between notails is not ok, but I suppose you know that. Just understand that "no." TvT

lol our society sux anyway i dont think its possible to pollute our gene pool more than its already fucked up babe :3

Ok well society gives me a roof over my head, food, and the time I got bit by a mallon I was experimenting on society fixed my arm before it rotted away. So we'll have to agree to disagree. TvT

lmao :3 the more u talk the more stupid and boring u seem :3

Says the notail who keeps going after clearly making me uncomfortable. But "sigh" I guess that's most people. TvT

ppl are funniest when theyre uncomfortable :3

Typical notail. You fit in just nicely. TvT

Original, 103, reply, & 105 |

@NotailsAndMore is it time for my 13 other facts?

Look it up yourself? Go read the Cosmosdex or something. I may be a K class but I'm not some fact machine. TvT

The what

Can you not look up basic and common terms? Geez look. http://cosmosdex.com/cosmosdex/ TvT

104, reply, & 107 |

X-7364 just walked in with coffee and called me a sleepy head. Said I passed out after intensely working on typing. Said I wouldn't respond to me when he had a question. He's lying, he knows he went overboard this time. TvT

You may want to improve your security. This could have ended very badly for you. :V

I will do what you recommended O-7 sir as you are most wise as all O classes are. I do have good security, I must have passed out so fast my computer didn't lock so my roommate and coworker decided to fuck with me. TvT

106, reply, 111, reply, & 117 |

I just checked the profile page to see if I could find some evidence of who did this. "i'm not sorry i told the truth when you didn't. no one deserves lies." The hell. If this is over lying about who ate the last pizza I'm going to be pissed. TvT

This went better for you than it could have mate, but I would recommend keeping closer guard over your belongings. Some of the other O-classes seem a bit agitated right now. uvu

Fully understood O-5, who kicks clockworks across the skies. I'll attempt to not pass out at my computer with my roommate around. TvT

The epithets aren't necessary mate. But maybe give your roommate a kick so they don't pull this again for good measure. uvu

I will make sure to give him a kick no matter how much he says he had nothing to do with this. Thank you for the advice O class. TvT

Original, & 110 |

@NotailsAndMore Once you figure out who did this, send me their ID number. Immediately. unu

I....think it's my roommate X-7364, but he's swearing the whole time this was going on I was working and refused to respond. I don't believe him but he sounds so serious about this. TvT

Reply to other party, & 116 |

Is there any way I can convince it to become a solid Yes? c:<

(Note: I won’t record this whole exchange because I don’t think it’s relevant... The context is O-8 is looking for who made this account. That’s all. OwO)

I know this is rude of me, and feel free to confirm this, but will you spare my roommate? He seems so honest in his pleads that he didn't do it.... He's the only one who could have done it, so it's him, but it seems like he regrets it deeply now. TvT

Original, 121, reply, 123, reply, & 127 |

I really am impressed by how many people they managed to unsettle in, what, an hour? uvu

Honestly as an X class he is naturally unsettling but I've never seen him act this badly. I wonder if I really ticked him off with the pizza thing. TvT

I've dealt with much worse than some X class...if it was just that then whatever...what does your friend know....OwO

I wish he would just admit it already. He said a few really odd things on this account and I have no idea where he's getting it from. Just. Fucking admit it X! Why is he being so rude to O classes you guys could KILL or BANISH us. TvT

It feels like something stranger is going on...OwO

It's just a stupid prank. A stupid prank that's now getting us basically evicted cause we can't stay here anymore. Stupid, stupid, prank. TvT

128, & 129 |

Ok this account is done. My roommate likely made this account as a laugh and somehow got the attention of the O classes. I'm sorry this happened even though I had nothing to do with it. I wish I could say my friend was sorry too but he's pissed off. TvT

Logging out, and never logging back in again. Yet again. Sorry for all the problems this account caused. Just unfollow this account. Bye. TvT

[ THIS ACCOUNT IS DEAD | Shitty prank by shitty roommate/friend who refuses to admit it | Will never be logging in ever again ]

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#fortuna #cosmosdex #category: references #category: o1 #category: notailsandmore #category: twitter #mod OwO

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hey can u chill and fuck off w/ the aggression instead of making assumptions? how about u ask nicely bc we r strangers and i dont owe u shit? u didnt even bother to check my fucking notes dont act like ur better than me w/ the condensation ok? im gonna try and unpack all of THAT but jsut know ur a fucking asshole for this reply bc i can tell u dotn actually care about informing me u jsut want a fight or want to shame me for a harmless post i made RIGHT AFTER i binged the show so i have no fanon info or outside word of god influencing me when i made that but ok here i go!

(btw im fucking aroace so fuck off if u think ur defending the community w/ this reply ok? kay!)

1) i made MULTIPLE posts after this if u bothered to check saying ill make it queerplatonic and specifically not romantic, bc i already saw lilith as ace! even tho at that point i was in fact not sent any proof of this claim when someone else told me she was aroace in the notes of this very post and unlike some ppl i dont actually automatically believe anyone saying a character is canonly a certain orientation w/out proof bc many times ppl would say that then have no proof other than headcanons or fanon speculation. so instead of assuming im a shipping freak actually bother to look at my posts or even the notes first off!

2) secondly! hey can u imagine someone doesn't follow the creator’s accounts and all her streams bc i sure as fuck dont and have made posts saying i dont follow any of her socials and i dont have a fucking twitter account! wow! imagine somonis saying something bc they didnt bother to scourge every single post or stream a creator has made saying this character MAY be aro/ace/lesbian and i cant watch streams in full! no oen ahs sent me the clip or a timestamp saying shes aro and the only clip ive been sent was her letter which was then confirmed her being asexual!!! which i talked about later! i still havent had anyone send me where it was said she was aro btw! everyoens tellign me it was in a stream and expecting me to belive them at face vaule w/ no proof like im gonna watch every strema i can find when im defintly not bc i cant watch live streams in full. the letter reading wasnt conformation of aro to my knowledge bc no one has sent me the clip where its conformation shes aro and the clip about the letter i was sent just conformed she ids as asexual!

3) also wow! ive never seen Lilith shipped w/ woman but that's sure as fucking not conformation shes a lesbian!!! especially bc ppl were telling me i cant ship her AT ALL and u specifically said platonic relationships r more important so its fucking weird ud bring that up when ur trying to tell me shes aroace but ok sure that makes sense!! what is wrong w/ u if ur saying she can only be shipped w/ woman but is also aroace yet im the weirdo here for wanting to ship her in general like what? so the creators SUPPORT lilith ships? and haven't said shes a lesbian? but im the weird for thinking of her and hooty who have shown a close bond and a cute dynamic as a queerplatonic ship bc...? its actually weird af to me if the crew does support shippign their only aroace character yet everyone was quick to tell me i cant ship this??? dont ship her at all or call ehr an aroace lesbian if they wont confirm shes sapphic but will in fact say shes aroace yet support sapphic ships for all i care shes bi or pan which was my og hc that she was demiromo ace so whatever

4) can i get some fucking proof if ur gonna be so rude bc this is the like 4th time ppl r telling me shit and only one person had the decency to tell me which stream and send me a link! wow id sure like to see where it says lilith is a lesbian and can only be partnered w/ woman or where its said shes aroace which is a bit of a contradiction from u but im willing to see where ur coming from w/ fucking proof! bc ur begin hella rude when u sent me 0 proof and are assuming ik all this info when news flash i only just watched the enter show this weakened and didn't know anything rlly related to the fandom until yesterday but sure be rude to me about info that isnt even in the fucking show bc of course any stranger u meet WILL AUTOMATICLY know everything YOU know bc its hard to comprehend someone may say something out of i dont know being new to the fandom so wouldnt know things that are not in the fucking show?

5) btw if i must talk about her letter i saw her as demiromatic when i made this even before it was linekd to me, and still do see her that way, so ur little point about that is well. null, sorry u forgot demi ppl exist and assumed i saw her as straight or something lol. not wanign to date random ppl or be hooked up w/ doesn't make someone automatically aro! microlables exist ppl and i have in fact told my own queerplatonic partner about how much i hate any romatic attention directed at me or how i hate the idea of bdatign anyone so her sending that TOO hooty doesn't mean shes saying she’d never see him as a partner it jsut means she trusts hooty lol. them beign best friends doesnt mean they cant date but u were weird for how u said i like best friends cant be partners ur point made no sense addign that in but that reminds me

6) WOW UR A FUCKIGN FREAK FOR CALLING IT INCEST GET OVER UR SELF! U BEING UNCOMFTABLE W/ A SHIP DOESNT EQUAL EVERYONE WILL BE OR ITS FCKIGN INCEST U FREAK. yeah i just got to put that one out there because what the fuck is wrong w/ u there cheif!!! undefined found family bonds =/= actual blood family or adopted family u freak what is wrong w/ u! considering someone ur family doenst mean u cant ever get attracted to them, luz and king r eda’s kids and lilith is their aunt yes but hooty’s role in their family has never been defined in the show past hes their protector of sorts what the fuck is wrong w/ u for assuming i see them as siblings or cousins or whatever u obviously hc their relationship as bc that was just gross to say! if the creator said “pls dont ship hooty w/ eda or lilith” yeah id be liek wow ok i wont do that, and i personally woudlnt ship hooty and eda bc they go back further and seem to have a stronger platonic bond but in general hooty isnt rlly treated like a part of the family like lilith is more like a roommate or friend

7) hey fuck u too for that last sentence i can tell u never seen my post history bc the only things owl house i have rlly rbed other than the collector is about fucking hunter and gus and ive said i would hate to see those 2 shipped bc i love their platonic bond but hey no u SURELY know more about me w/ ur baseless rude ass assumptions than i do bc u surely SURELY knew that right? u surely assumed rightly that i have no other owl house ships and i litterly only brought this up ONCE bc as u SURELY know bc u know me better than my friends my aro ass hates shipping culture and told my friends i found the lilith and hooty dynamic cute and refreshing and i didnt rlly ship many owl house ships INCLUDING luz x amity n eda x raine...but u already knew that right oh wait u assumed i cant stand platonic relationships despite the fact i only talked about the friend group and family dynamics in owl house specifically how much i loved eda’s mother roles and how the show focuses on found family or how i rlly disliked the idea of amity’s dad getting in a relationship post divorce bc i think he works better as a single dad and needs a break but WAIT oh YEAH im a shipping freak who doesn't give a fuck about platonic relationships bc im obviously a dumbass allo who cant look beyond my shipping craving's to ship something that obviously OBVOISULY has nothing there between the two that would make me think theyd be a cute couple or partnership and i OBVOISULY know EVRRTYTHIGN baout the owl house and didnt just watch a majortity of the show yesterday and barely know anything about the fandom oh no i must be a wicked asshole who knows the sacred shipping laws and decided to sin and say i liked a ship bc i cant stand friendships apparently and u know me best from 1 single post u didnt even click the notes on...right?

yeah ok tho u have surly been normal and kind to me so far as a new fan who has ONLY watched the show and seen nothing else about the show so doesnt know anything that the creator has said abou the characters yet and doesnt thinka creators word is good representation when its not in the actual source material...yeah fuck off unless u read everything i wrote and feel like understanding u were rude af to me(a stranger who can have differing opinions and who u didn't bother to make even the slightest bit of an attempt to see if say ANYONE eles replied before u replied to this post) then im just gonna block u if u try and attack me again. u can have ur opions and squicks but u assuming everyone knows everything U know and assuming my views on shipping and incest is something that is not ok. we r not friends u r not my mutual u are a stranger and u need to get into ur lane when u fuckign talk to me about aroace characters and how im allowed as an aroace person to interact w/ them i dont care if ur also aroace or if ur a lesbian u need to back the fuck off w/ this rude shit ur reply was childish at best and i honestly doubt ur gonna bother to hear me out bc u sound like the same type of ppl who go on anon and attack ppl about a post u misread

what is the ship name for hooty/lilith i need to make them fan art and i REFUSE to belive u cowards r making willow x hunter a popular ship but wont ship hooty x lilith

#yup tumblr at its finest...who wants to bet this guy doubels down and doesnt relize the world doesnt revole around them #liek dude if i have a nickle for every assumption or strawman u tried to shove into me id be richhhhh #mod trix #im still shippign them as queerplatonic partners bc u doitn have the right to stop me #if the creators wont connfrim shes a lesbain but support saphicc ships then i can ship ehr too bc what the fuck #but eyah sure shes the aroace queen who cant be tainted w/ he/hism ig #i dotn even se ehooty as male btw iu see hooty as nb not liek u btohered to ask

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i-d-k-man · 7 years ago

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If I’m Being Honest...

[Tododeku, BNHA]

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Chapter 1

Bright sunlight made Todoroki squint as he stepped through the hospital’s automatic doors.

It was a beautiful day - surprisingly cool for June - with a pleasant breeze tossing Todoroki’s bangs. Even the hospital had seemed cheerful, his mother smiling softly as Todoroki opened her window, then laughing behind her hand as the wind caught the curtain and smacked her son in the face.

She had been laughing more and more lately, each giggle (and occasional snort) threading one more stitch across the fractures of the past between them. After all, Todoroki had heard that broken bones grow back stronger.

Closing his eyes leisurely, Todoroki basked in the sunlight.

A short buzz in Todoroki’s pocket interrupted his musings, and he pulled his phone out. Midoriya Izuku , the screen read. Speaking of broken bones...

As Todoroki typed in his passcode, another buzz rattled the phone, also courtesy of Midoriya Izuku . A perfectly suitable contact name, intentionally dull so as not to raise any suspicion. Kirishima had more than provided a cautionary tale last year, when Ashido had discovered that his contact name for Bakugou was “BakuuuBabe”, accompanied by a rather unfortunate string of emojis (the water droplets especially stood out). For nearly a month, a chorus of “Bakuuu!”s chimed whenever Bakugou entered a room or hallway, like some occult ritual.

A couple charred streaks remained on the hallway floors to this day. Needless to say, Todoroki wasn’t about to go putting Midoriya’s contact as ‘light of my life’, ‘reason green is my favorite color’, or any of those other intrusive thoughts that spun right ‘round like a record through Todoroki’s head whenever he was around the boy. Midoriya Izuku was proper, professional.

(Midoriya Izuku somehow still managed to send a pleasant chill up Todoroki’s spine.)

>> hey man, u still wanna join us or should we just go ahead and start ?

Todoroki glanced at the time, 10:37. Ah, he was running late. The unofficial little “Men of Class 1-A Weekend Workout Squad” (or “Swole Team 6,” as Kirishima called it) usually started an hour or so before lunch.

<< Count me in, if nobody minds waiting. I should be back on campus in half an hour.

>> great !! Midoriya replied almost immediately. see u there, Freezer Burn :)

‘Freezer Burn’, huh? That was a new one.

It really was a beautiful day, so Todoroki let the butterflies flit freely within him as he basked in the sun at the train stop. He liked when Midoriya called him nicknames. Or called him his real name. Or looked Todoroki’s way in general. It didn't take much, with Midoriya.

The breeze smelled like roses.

A couple minutes passed, and the train pulled into the station, rumbling to a halt. The doors slid open, revealing an angry couple, screeching hysterically. The warmth of the sun dissipated as Todoroki boarded and found a seat, as far from the racket as possible. Todoroki sighed - the peace had been nice while it lasted.

“Don’t even try giving me that bullshit again, Subaru!” some lady was yelling, her eyes cocooned in black eyeliner and long nails glittering in the fluorescent light. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, it’s like a dog drooling over a piece of meat. Or its own vomit. You’re disgusting, Subaru, a fucking disgrace!”

A man - presumably Subaru - threw his arms up in frustration. “For the last time, Mitsubishi, I told you that she’s just a friend. I’d hang out with any of my friends at 3 am, that’s no big deal! In fact, I’d love to go out late with you, but you insist on sleeping before midnight, like some senior citizen.”

“Yeah, so I love sleeping. Sue me!” Mitsubishi was really fuming now - it reminded Todoroki of someone, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “At least I do it alone. Unlike you, you fuck!”

Bakugou! The answer clicked in Todoroki’s head. That’s who Mitsubishi reminded him of. It must be the homicide in her eyes.

“T-that’s ridi- I can’t believe you’d say-!” Subaru stammered. “Mitsubishi, I would never.”

A wicked smile uncoiled across glossy red lips. “Is that so? Then why don’t we make ourselves 100% certain?”

Dread eclipsed Subaru’s face, and he began backpedaling both literally and figuratively, retreating into Todoroki’s personal space. Great. “N-now, there’s no need for extremes, babe. Have I mentioned how sexy you look in that lipstick color? Why would I ever even look at another girl when I have you!”

“Let’s find out,” Mitsubishi menaced, eyes positively sparking with ill-intent as she stretched out a hand towards her (soon to be ex, in Todoroki’s opinion) boyfriend. Her expression was downright murderous - had Bakugou mentioned having an aunt in the area?

Any musings surrounding Mitsubishi and possible relation to Bakugou were dispelled as Todoroki felt his phone vibrating on his knee. Midoriya Izuku. Ahhh. Todoroki put the phone up to his ear. “Hello, Midor--”

Three things then happened at once.

1) The train cabin shuddered suddenly without warning.

2) Mitsubishi, caught off guard, lost her balance, desperately grabbing Todoroki’s shoulder in order to stay upright.

3) A violent bolt of nausea crackled through Todoroki, and his head swam painfully.

Thankfully, the train returned to its original course as quickly as it had left it. Todoroki’s stomach smoothly unwound, the nausea disappearing completely. He breathed heavily, eyebrows knit in confusion as he rubbed his shoulder where Mitsubishi had speared him with her nails. What the hell was that about? Had he eaten something bad?

A loud gasp tore Todoroki from his thoughts. Mitsubishi looked downright horrified, her hands slapping over her mouth. “Oh shit, shit, shit! Fuck, do you feel sick at- hey, wait.” Her heavily outlined eyes popped even wider, if possible. “Are you that Todoroki kid, from U.A.?”

“Yes,” Todoroki replied, curiously quickly. He normally tried to avoid drawing attention in public.

“Oh, I see you all over Twitter! You were so cool in the sports festival last year - I was totally rooting for you, by the way.” Mitsubishi beamed widely, a small blotch of lipstick disrupting the glare of her white teeth. Todoroki nodded weakly. To think, just a minute ago he had been calling her a relative of Bakugou.

Still smiling unnaturally wide, Mitsubishi beat a hasty retreat. Subaru, for his part, looked even more horrified than before. He opened his mouth, but Mitsubishi sent him another Bakugou glare, yanking her thumb and pointer across her lips harshly in the universal ‘zip your lips’ gesture.

Todoroki frowned. What was that about? And wait, what was up with that whole nausea thing?

Todoroki opened his mouth to inquire as such, but Midoriya chose that moment to conduct his own questioning. “Todoroki? Are you there? You stopped replying!”

The warm crackle of Midoriya’s voice, as always, quickly monopolized all of Todoroki’s brainpower, and soon enough, all thoughts of Mitsubishi and possible food poisoning had vanished.

“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, the train got a little bumpy for a second…”

Todoroki exited the train station as carefree as he had entered it. It really was a beautiful day.

An hour later, Todoroki walked into the men’s locker room, a towel and water bottle in tow.

“Hey, bro!” Kirishima looked up from where he was tying his shoes, grinning. “Glad you decided to come!”

“Of course,” Todoroki replied a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Kirishima always greeted him like it was Todoroki’s first time working out with them, while in reality he attended nearly every week. Todoroki had actually been one of the founding members of the group (along with Midoriya and Iida), despite actually preferring to exercise alone.

Working out in groups was great, is all. Very important for both mind and body, building camaraderie. And if Todoroki had had an ulterior motive for forming Swole Team 6, then nobody had to know.

“Took you fucking long enough to get here, asshole,” Bakugou grumbled with a scowl, and in retrospect, Mitsubishi’s harshest expressions seemed downright welcoming.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Midoriya, the ulterior motive himself, beamed. “Taking the train can be such a pain.”

Todoroki only allowed his mind to dwell on gooey thoughts concerning green hair and bright eyes for a moment before he forcibly ejected them. “Thanks for waiting. So, what are we doing today?”

Iida raised his hand and sprung upright. “I would like to present an idea! Last night, I had a dream about Mr. Aizawa, and--”

“--Wow, how scandalous of our very own class president! I never knew you liked older men, Iida,” Kaminari interrupted, waggling his eyebrows.

Iida glared at Kaminari sternly, adjusting his glasses. “Not that kind of dream. Which should go without saying.” Another pointed glare. “In it, I forgot to turn in a large assignment, and Mr. Aizawa erased my quirk forever as punishment.” Iida shuddered. “It was an unpleasant dream. However, I began thinking about my abilities without my quirk, and I realized I’d like to work on my hand to hand combat skills without quirks.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Tokoyami nodded. “We should always be prepared for scenarios where our quirks are disabled. Darkness surely lurks behind every corner.”

The entire locker room chimed in agreement, collectively ignoring Tokoyami’s last comment. Kaminari pulled a die from his pocket. “We can use this to pair up.”

“Why..are you carrying around a die?” Midoriya asked.

“I use them to do magic tricks,” Kaminari winked. “The ladies love them.”

Todoroki wasn’t so sure.

After a couple minutes, the group had split up. Todoroki ended up paired with Midoriya - of course he did. Why would the universe ever cut him a break, especially when his self-control was already on the wobbly side, crippled by changing in the same room as Midoriya? Sparring with his crush was a double-edged sword if ever one was forged, and there was no way he’d escape without any nicks.

“Hey, partner,” Midoriya jogged over to Todoroki. “This will be great training, don't you think?”

“I think. Yes, I do,” Todoroki babbled, a little thrown off by Midoriya’s radiance, then wanted to die when he realized what he'd said. God, there was no way he'd survive this, at this rate. The sword was already unsheathed.

Yet, impossibly, with 15 minutes past, Todoroki had managed to avoid any overtly self-incriminating actions. The sparring session couldn't make up its mind between rapture and torture.

A pro: Midoriya unconsciously licking his lips in concentration.

A con: Todoroki taking a hit every time Midoriya unconsciously licked his lips in concentration.

Pro: getting to ogle Midoriya’s neck when he tossed his head back to drink water.

Con: resisting the urge to kiss Midoriya’s neck when he tossed his head back to drink water.

Pro: falling on top of Midoriya on more than one occasion, their bodies pressed close.

Con: desperately reciting mathematical formulas in his head to avoid a more, ahem, prominent reaction when Todoroki fell on top of Midoriya, their bodies pressed close.

Pro: practicing hand-to-hand combat technique, one of Todoroki’s rustier skills.

Con: Todoroki was not focusing on his hand-to-hand combat technique, one of his rustier skills.

Stars twinkled in Todoroki’s skull as Midoriya landed a particularly nasty right hook - Aoyama would have been delighted.

“C-crap, Todoroki, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!” Midoriya’s eyebrows were knit in concern. “Does it hurt?”

“No” , Todoroki lied - or at least tried to. Somehow, the word wouldn’t come out. Todoroki frowned. “No”, he said, more firmly. Still, nothing came out but a raspy exhale.

Something akin to panic began rising in Todoroki. Had the punch fucked with his vocal chords? There was no way, right?! He was just overreacting.

Midoriya, meanwhile, was wringing his hands anxiously. “T-todoroki? Oh my god. Please don’t tell me I gave you a concussion. Do you feel alright?”

Crap, he hadn’t meant to worry Midoriya. Todoroki took a deep breath, forcibly calming himself. Just say ‘Yes.’ He took one last deep exhale, focused, and…

An empty huff croaked out of Todoroki as agony suddenly cracked through his skull, and nausea slammed his body like a [door in Paranormal Activity]. Holy fuck, was he having an aneurysm? Todoroki groaned as a fresh wave of pain bowled him over, his head on the verge of imploding.

Midoriya appeared to be panicking, grabbing Todoroki’s shoulders. Todoroki yelped again, his side splitting. Fucking hell, he could hardly even see Midoriya through this haze in his head. His stomach tweaked in all the wrong ways.

“No!” Todoroki shouted desperately, completely involuntarily. Midoriya’s eyes, all watery, widened in confusion at his outburst. “No, I don’t feel ‘alright’.”

And just like that, all traces of pain vanished. What the hell?!

“Todoroki? S-shouto?” Midoriya’s voice and eyes wobbled in unison. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Todoroki whispered, with complete ease. Huh? Unease settled in Todoroki’s bones. He had absolutely no idea what was happening to him.

Absently, Todoroki caught a vague scent of smoke, and a breeze tickled his side. Shit, he must have partially singed through his shirt because of the pain.

“Do you feel stable?” Midoriya implored, hands tightening their grip on Todoroki’s shoulders.

“Yes,” Todoroki replied again, perfectly fine.

“Oh my god, thank heavens,” Midoriya sobbed, wrapping Todoroki in a desperate hug. Todoroki could feel the boy’s heart pounding through his charred shirt, which was, well… If Todoroki didn’t feel so freaked out, he certainly would’ve ascended to cloud 9 by now.

“I’m so, so sorry, Todoroki!” Midoriya squeezed him even tighter, hands balling up against Todoroki’s back. “Y-you just normally dodge those right hooks, and I banked on that and put too much force into it, and then you started grabbing your head and smoking and curling up and oh my god it was so terrifying, and I’m so sorry, and I would never ever hit you that hard on purpose, you know that right??”

Todoroki nodded, Midoriya’s soft hair tickling his chin. He focused on the warm, solid body pressed up against his and melted into the embrace, pulse relaxing. Whatever the hell that episode had been, it was over now.

Except-- the beginnings of a headache began unfurling in Todoroki’s temples and he stiffened. As soon as he opened his mouth to suck in a nervous breath, however, he found himself murmuring “Of course I know that, Izuku” into Midoriya’s hair.

Todoroki’s burgeoning headache dissipated as his confusion returned in full force. He hadn’t meant to say that, even though it was true. And wait, had he just called Midoriya ‘Izuku’?

A slight flush rose in Todoroki. He really hadn’t meant to say that. What was happening to him?! Maybe I do have a concussion...

Todoroki broke the hug, taking a few tentative steps back. He still didn’t entirely trust his body to not belly flop into a swimming pool of agony at any moment.

Specks of ash from Todoroki’s shirt stuck to Midoriya’s own. The boy picked at them absently. “You, uh, did you just call me ‘Izuku’?”

“Ah, um, yes.” Todoroki flushed further. “I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry.”

“No, no!” Midoriya’s hands waved in protest. “It's..nice. You should call me Izuku all the time.”

“Huh?” Todoroki breathed, quite eloquently.

“I said,” oh man, apparently it was now Midoriya’s turn to glow bright red, “that you should call me Izuku. If you want.”

“Oh,” Todoroki replied, lamely. “I do want to. And call me Shouto. -only if you want to. Too.”

“Whatever you say, Shouto,” Midoriya grinned, and began gathering his things. “I think we’ve done enough for today. I'll see you at lunch!”

“Yeah. See you.”

Midoriya looked expectant. Oh. “...Izuku.”

The name melted pleasantly in Todoroki’s mouth, like cotton candy, and Midoriya bounced on his heels.

“And just so you know-”

Todoroki paused with his water bottle halfway to his face, glancing at Midoriya.

“Just so you know,” Midoriya repeated, eyes flickering down. “You should, uh, put on another shirt before lunch. Yeah. Bye!”

Midoriya left, and Todoroki looked down at his tattered top, only half remaining.

The walk back to the locker room was occupied by Todoroki berating himself for allowing himself to think that Midoriya’s cheeks had glowed ever-so-brighter with his parting comment.

If wishes were fishes, Todoroki could open a goddamn aquarium.

Back in the locker room, Todoroki mindlessly slipped on a fresh shirt, as if his brain had subconsciously labeled Midoriya’s suggestion as it's top priority.

It wasn't far fetched.

Todoroki’s stomach surged softly as his mind replayed his inexplicable agony earlier, and a cold sweat broke out over his sweaty skin.

Too freaked out to shower just yet, Todoroki collapsed onto a sink in the locker room, knuckles white as they clenched the porcelain. What’s wrong with me? How can the headaches appear and disappear so quickly?

Mismatched eyes found themselves in the mirror, and Todoroki stared intensely at the glass, imploring his own reflection for answers.

Does the pain only activate with questions, like some strange cousin of Shinsou’s quirk? But the pain only happened twice, and Izuku definitely asked more than two questions.

Unfortunately, Todoroki’s reflection seemed just as confused as he was, and offered no solutions. The glass fogged as Todoroki sighed in frustration.

Is it even the work of a quirk in the first place? I could just be getting random headaches... Midoriya did hit me pretty hard.

“Checking yourself out, Todoroki?” Kirishima’s grinning face joined Todoroki’s in the mirror, creating a pretty decent rendition of the comedy/tragedy mask. Todoroki stiffened - he hadn’t heard his classmate enter and wasn’t quite in the mood for conversation.

“I, I wasn’t checking myself out.” Todoroki felt the strange urge to clarify. Thankfully, no tendrils of pain began unfurling in his head. So it's not question-based?

“Sure you weren’t,” Kirishima grinned even wider. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that the entire rest of the class has got that covered. Hell, more like the entire rest of the country.”

Well that was...generous. “Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it, Pretty Boy.” Kirishima crowded closer to Todoroki in the mirror, eyes scanning Todoroki’s reflection. “Damn dude, speaking of that iconic face, what the hell happened to your jaw? That’s shaping up to be quite the bruise.”

Ah, Kirishima was right - only then did Todoroki notice the throbbing along his jawline. “I accidentally let my guard down during Midoriya and I’s spar. It was a stupid mistake.”

Kirishima clapped an arm around Todoroki’s shoulders. “Don’t be too hard on yourself there, Stud Muffin, everybody loves a guy with some battle scars. It shows moxie. Besides, I know exactly what you're talking about.” Kirishima winked.

Todoroki simply nodded, a bit lost.

“So tell me, Hot Stuff - or should it be Cold Stuff? I’m gonna go with Lukewarm Stuff. So tell me, Lukewarm Stuff, just what did Midoriya do to cost you that bruise?” He winked again. Kirishima seemed to like winking. “My bet is he got hot and took his shirt off.”

Speaking of getting hot, the air in the room suddenly felt quite oven-like, and Todoroki desperately battled three scrapbooks’ worth of mental images. Midoriya did tend to shed clothing when warm, a fact that reflected quite poorly on Todoroki’s faint, gay heart.

Todoroki gripped the sink even tighter, refusing to encourage Kirishima with an answer.

Kirishima bulldozed on, encouraged. “Don’t worry, man, there's no shame here. I of all people understand the deadly combo of shirtlessness and sweat. It’ll really get ya. For a while I’d nearly turn Katsuki down if he asked to spar because I knew I'd end up ogling and leave with a game of connect-the-bruises across my body.” Kirishima hummed. “Plus he's just really fucking good at hand-to-hand.”

Todoroki didn’t even have a chance to become flustered before that terrifying, now-familiar flutter of nausea laced through his gut. His jaw throbbed as he grit his teeth in apprehension.

Kirishima seemed to notice his unease. “Woah, dude, I’m sorry if I went a little too far there. I really am!” The nausea grew, becoming just this side of excruciating. “In my own dumbass way, I was just trying to let you know that I’ve been in your situation and I’d be more than happy to-”

“His pants were tight!” Todoroki spit out, feeling the nausea recede. “Midoriya was wearing these ridiculous pants that started clinging everywhere when he sweat, and…”

A palm swung up to stop Todoroki. “Say no more, Dreamboat. We’re more than on the same wavelength. Katsuki likes to wear these thin tank tops that really fuck me up.” Kirishima sighed fondly. “In a good way.”

The mirror, helpfully, supplied Todoroki with knowledge of just how lost he looked, and Kirishima blessedly took mercy.

“I'm oversharing, aren't I?” He scratched his neck sheepishly.

Flatly: “Yes.”

“That's my bad. Again, I just want you to know that I've been there, and I get it. I know you like Midoriya for way more than that sort of thing, don't worry. Mind above the gutter, yeah?”

Todoroki opened his mouth to demand how Kirshima had figured him out, to deflect, to agree - practically anything except what actually came out. “Not all of the time, no. I fantasize about Midoriya quite regularly, sometimes even in my dreams.”

Oh god, oh hell no. Why did he keep saying stuff like this, stuff that was way too...personal? And true, disgustingly true. Kirishima, bless him, just laughed awkwardly.

Todoroki turned red and away from Kirishima, snatching up his things. “I’m. I'll be in my room. Alright bye.”

Kirishima didn't even protest.

Outside of the locker room, Todoroki collapsed against the wall, clutching his water bottle to his heaving chest.

Just what - to reiterate - the actual fuck was going on?

Thanks for reading! :D

#guess whos finally writing again #this gal #tododeku fanfiction #midoriya izuku/todoroki shouto #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #i tried my best to be funny #we'll see lmao #my writing

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discorclcallout-blog · 8 years ago

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this is a callout for tumblr/twitter user @discorcl

tw for : ableism, racism, incest apologism, and manipulation

op note: i am not the person that zee is talking about. im his friend. please keep this in mind.

please also keep in mind that my friend’s name thru-out this is “ Grass “

zee is white and uses she/they pronouns.

zee’s ableism:

[ image of a post that says: “ i love it when friends go into explicit detail into killing themselves repeated times in a week and never actually attempt!

i love it when friends talk about how depressed they are but don’t explain why!

i love how i have to pretend it does not trigger me and keep my cool!! even though they fucking pussy out in the end” ]

zee straight up doesnt care about mentally ill friends and claims that they “pussy out” from committing suicide like. what a great friend.

[ image of two tweets. the first tweet is someone saying “oh my god i just remembered.. im in a bpd discord server from tumblr and its the most ugly toxic shit ever. ive had it muted for months”

zee replies to this tweet with: “ no offense but... what was expected “ ]

thats pretty blatant ableism, zee.

zee’s racism:

i dont have visual proof of her racism happening but as my friend (and the person zee keeps vaguing and namedropping after 5 months of the friendship dropping) vaguely recalls:

[ image of me and my friend discussing zee’s racism. my friend’s memory isnt the best at times, and so he can forget things half the time. here, my friend asks: “ my memory is bad whatd she do? What racist things “

i replied with ; “ she called u white multiple times “ ( which he has told me in the past that this is what she did )

he said ; “ OH yeah. shes gonna tell me im racefaking i know it but like i cant remember but i know she did “ ]

grass is a mixed individual, and calling mixed people white is racist.

i am not going to delve deeper as i do not have the evidence to further lay accusations on her for this.

[ image of zee tweeting : “homie ur 3 of the dam Gorillaz What Are YOu doing” ]

homie is AAVE, and she has been told multiple times by nonwhite people to stop using it, yet she continues to do so.

HERE are more screenshots of grass telling me racist things zee did.

zee’s incest apologism:

zee likes a 1990′s adult cartoon titled “Duckman” - she often draws art and encourages other individuals to watch it. she has often drawn self-insert art with him and themself.

[ image of a curiouscat anon asking

“i dont know you personally but why do you self insert with Duckman when he’s been established as a racist misogynistic asshole who fetishizes incest? “

zee replies with;

“ it’s for personal coping reasons. DM me on the site of your choice and ill elaborate. ( he’s also transphobic but yet i’m somehow not appalled by that either... i think its because his character develops against bigotry randomly but then regresses?) ]

this is a synopsis of a duckman episode:

[ there is a link here for those who do not want to see the image. it has nsfw elements. ]

bernice is duckman’s sister. there is literal incest in the show, as well as transphobia as zee says. which somehow she is okay with transphobia? which makes her transmisogynistic.

zee’s manipulation:

before i go into the background with zee’s manipulation of grass, i would like to post that i had confronted zee earlier today about her name-dropping of grass.

[ image of zee’s tweet from yesterday (which has since been Deleted.) of her namedropping grass.

“ like this post if you use miitomo but aren’t friends with grass please i need more people “ ]

this name-drop is what cause me, the op, to confront zee about her name-dropping of grass. i sent her an ask which stated:

[ an ask stating: “ hey. you dont know me but you do know my friend, grass. he told me of the name dropping you did yesterday, and he’s tried to @ you multiple times for you to stop, yet you’ve ignored him. can you stop name dropping him.

you havent spoken to him since last year. he stopped being friends with you for a reason and there is literally no reason for you to continuously vague and name-drop him when he doesnt do those things about you AT ALL unless its a response to your own damn vagues and/or namedrops. ]

zee responded back to me trying to manipulate me into hating grass.

zee claimed that the vagues were about another tumblr user, yet :

[ image of two tweets. the first tweet asks if anyone still uses miitomo. zee replies with:

“ i used to but some1 i don’t like still uses it so -_- “ ]

grass and zee were friends on miitomo, which is where the namedrop came from. hence why grass knew the vague was about him.

zee claimed that she namedropped grass because “ i wanted to go on miitomo without him hassling me like he did over an inside joke. “

the link above links to what zee considers "hassling” which is an image of grass saying “hey uh... zee.. you heard of jokes?” the inside joke that zee is referring to one of grass’ friends who posted an ironic picture saying “ im normal, im white, christian straight etc etc “ and zee commented with “but ( x ) you arent even white! “ and grass and his friend was joking around with “thats the joke, zee.”

okay, zee.

1. he checks your twitter and blog because you keep vaguing and namedropping him. it is out of paranoia. he’s not stalking you.

2. she says “i havent thought of him in a while” yet went up to multiple friends of grass’ and asked if he was still using miitomo cause “she didnt want to get yelled at” ( grass talks about it here )

3. zee did not cut him off scott free for grass acting as a victim. GRASS was the one who wanted to cut off zee because she made him uncomfortable and refused to acknowledge it. ( skype logs )

4. grass was not the one sending anonymous memes. the person doing so was his friend, who did it without grass’ knowledge (he found out a month later about it.)

zee no one who gets name dropped would mind their own business, just saying.

the link that zee sent me was the link to the skype logs. as you can see from them, grass wanted to end the friendship because HE was uncomfortable by her. he did not abuse her by saying that he wanted to end the friendship.

at the end of the reply zee gave me was that she blocked me because i have her on my do not follow if you follow. i have her there because of these reasons. she makes grass uncomfortable, and continues to talk about him despite the uncomfortable friendship having ended LONG ago.

here are other bits from the skype chat logs.

#discorcl #callout

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bollywoodpapa · 4 years ago

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Meera Chopra receives rape and death threats from Jr NTR fans on Twitter, files complaint

New Post has been published on https://www.bollywoodpapa.com/274905/meera-chopra-receives-rape-and-death-threats/

Meera Chopra receives rape and death threats from Jr NTR fans on Twitter, files complaint

Actress Priyanka Chopra’s cousin, Meera Chopra has recently becomes the target of trolls on social media after she said she was not a fan of Jr NTR on Tuesday.

Meera, who has also worked in a few Telugu films, on Tuesday did a chat session with her fans on Twitter. In the interaction, she was asked to name her favourite actor in Telugu cinema. When a user asked her to describe actor Jr NTR in one word, Meera wrote, “I don’t know him…I am not his fan.”

When another user said she would become a fan of NTR if she watched his films Shakti and Dammu, Meera replied, “Thank you but not interested.”

Meera Chopra receives rape and death threats

Meera retweeted some of the messages she received which also drew the attention of Jr NTR to the rape and death threats by his fans.

She tweeted, “@tarak9999 i didnt kno that ill be called a bitch, whore and a pornstar, just bcoz i like @urstrulyMahesh more then you. And your fans will send my parents such wishes. Do u feel successful with such a fan following? And i hope u dont ignore my tweet!!!” (sic)

@hydcitypolice @CyberCrimeshyd i would like to report all these accounts. They are talking abt gang banging, are abusive and death threatning. Unfortunately they are all @tarak9999 fanclubs. @Twitter i would request you to look into it and suspend these accounts. pic.twitter.com/7bBEz2fZHh

�� meera chopra (@MeerraChopra) June 2, 2020

Well i didnt know not being somebodys fan was a crime.. i want to say this loud to all the girls that if you are not a fan of @tarak9999 , u could be raped, murdered, gangraped, ur parents could be killed as tweeted by his fans. They r totally spoiling the name of their idol.

— meera chopra (@MeerraChopra) June 2, 2020

She questioned Jr NTR if it was a crime for liking Mahesh Babu more than him. She wrote, “@tarak9999 i didnt kno that ill be called a bitch, whore and a pornstar, just bcoz i like @urstrulyMahesh more then you. And your fans will send my parents such wishes. Do u feel successful with such a fan following? And i hope u dont ignore my tweet!!”

@tarak9999 i didnt kno that ill be called a bitch, whore and a pornstar, just bcoz i like @urstrulyMahesh more then you. And your fans will send my parents such wishes. Do u feel successful with such a fan following? And i hope u dont ignore my tweet!! https://t.co/dsoRg0awQl

— meera chopra (@MeerraChopra) June 2, 2020

Singer Chinmayi Sripada, who has also received rap and acid attack threats, came out in support of Meera and wrote, “One of the reasons I stopped saying I even “like movies” is because there are people who’ll use that as a means to abuse. As someone who gets rape threats everyday, I suggest you file a case. Pick the abusive ones from this and file it with @NCWIndia.” (sic)

Iam not the one to get scared of their threats. This is a social issue, not a petsonal one now. they r openly threatning, abusing and even discussing rape. His fan clubs need to ne pulled down. Thanks fr the support. Ill be in touch! https://t.co/cgMTgHv79l

— meera chopra (@MeerraChopra) June 2, 2020

Talking about the incident, the actor said, “I conducted an ‘Ask Meera’ session on Twitter, and a fan asked me about my favourite actor from the south film industry. I said Mahesh Babu. Then somebody asked if I liked Junior NTR, and I said I don’t know him, and I am not a fan. That’s it. As soon as I said that, I was bombarded with abuses, murder threats, rape threats, character assassination and threats against my parents. I have got close to 30,000 abusive tweets so far.”

Ask Meera if as a female celeb, she feels disgusted when the character of a woman is torn to bits if they express an opinion that may not be in consonance with what others think, and the actress said, “Is there no freedom of choice and expression left in today’s social media world? How can it be a crime to not be somebody’s fan? We can’t possibly love everybody. I’ve been tagged a whore, porn star, bitch and whatnot for just expressing my opinion on not being a Jr NTR fan! It’s unfortunate. I’ve been given threats of gang rape, wishes that my parents die of Covid-19. Is this a civilised society? I am angry, but not scared. I’ve been constantly talking about women issues and here I face one myself.”

Is she willing to take strict action against this? “Yes,” said Meera, adding, “I am already in talks with the cyber cell team. I’ve always advocated that women should fight for themselves and stand against what’s wrong. Then how can I not do anything about this! You cannot character assassinate a woman, give threats, and abuse her for sharing her choice. I have to raise my voice against such fan clubs. These are the kind of people who go out and commit rapes and murders.”

The actress goes on to say that such fans draw encouragement from the stars they root for. “I feel sad for such stars who have such twisted fanbase, is this what stardom is? I think a star should address such fan clubs and insist that they refrain from such hooliganism. But they don’t do that. Their fans are openly discussing gang rapes and murders and they also use their DPs, but stars just stay quiet,” said Meera, adding she has tagged Jr NTR, sharing some abusive tweets. “I hope he responds to his fans,” added Meera.