#im an overgrown toddler

[ripplespate]

Portal studies

gosh with no reference and limited time this was more of a study of brushwork and edge colours than anything supposed to be good. Don't look at me this is quite a bit unfinished. Took around 45 minutes?

The one below's a little better, an hour and 15 minutes instead almost all devoted to colour shifts and perspective warping it to look right.

[revenge-of-the-assbutt]

im literally shaking with anger rn

this. as far as i know, this is the first time theres ever been a rule that can essentially make being a queer driver against the rules. these kind of "no politics" rules can and have been applied to mean "you cant be open about being queer", as queer identities are and have historically been seen as inherently political. motorsports has never been the most accepting profession, but to have a rule that makes it so that the officials wouldnt have to jump through hoops to punish queer drivers for just being themselves?

on top of all of that, what would happen if a driver was to be outed against their will? what then? would they still be punished, even if they tried to comply and hide themself from the public? would they be expected to be constantly vigilant, to not even allow themself to have a partner of their choosing? or, would they be expected to not race at all, because their entire identity puts them at risk of a rule violation?

and to those who are saying that they should just give up racing to avoid the rules, okay. would you give up something youve been working to have since you were a child like this? would you give up a lifelong dream that, in most cases, wasnt just your dream, but your parents? most of these drivers started karting when they were around 6. someone had to put them in the cart, to fund their career before they could do so themselves.

no one should be forced to live their life in the closet because an overgrown toddler with too much money and an ego the size of mars decided that who they are offends their delicate sensibilities, and that is exactly what is being asked of any queer drivers right now.

[archivedblog16]

part of the reason i won't watch s2 of hazbin hotel is because of the vees. and no, im not talking about how they're all accomplices to valentino raping/drugging people. i think that's actually the one bit of subtle villainy i appreciate, even i can't fully appreciate it because of the creators barely disguised rape fetish. i really just think were done so dirty compared to their fun instagram versions that were allowed to be terrible and a cute found family all at once, and pretty much everything added to their canon selves goes against what their appeal was before to me.

valentino? a charming and suave, but manipulative pimp who rules the porn industry in the ring of pride, and who's been ruling said industry since he died in the 70s, making him a powerful figure with history in hell AND with one of the main characters, his abuse victim angel dust who's been there longer than him? what great potential!

the monkey paw finger curls. valentino is now a stupid bitch who needs vox to put him in his place and treat him like a violent overgrown toddler who's never heard the word no. makes shitty porn no one actually likes despite supposedly being super duper sexy and the playbill claiming everyone wants a piece of him, made his very first porno with angel be titled "my cousin and me", (even though it would've been a great chance to show val and angel bonding over porn and sex in the begining when angel started working for val and THEN have it slowly devolve over time, but fuck you we need more sex jokes, clearly,) and is implied to be not well liked by even the other vees. tries to seduce the princess of hell by drooling all over her arm and is given quirky habits like arts and crafting while he talks about all the people he's tricked into working for him. totally not a weird or lame or inappropriate way to portray a pimp at all, shut up and buy the 300 dollar three vees print,

velvet? a fun, bright, but chaotic force that holds the vees together due to having died recently with a good understanding of social media, who dominates the fashion industry in the pride ring and doesn't take shit from anyone, especially not the men she's working with? what great potential!

the monkey paw finger curls again. velvet gets the bare minimum attention needed to acknowledge her existence as another vee and not just an assistant, gets one song that doesn't mean jack diddly shit to the story at all and just gives her an excuse to be a bitch, then doesn't even have enough budget to sing in the finale. is implied to also hate the vees because she never enjoys spending time with them seemingly unless she gets to film her old toxic yaoi dads making out for clout and nothing else. will probably continue to get the bare minimum treatment for a female character in one of vivs shows with no interesting personality like she had before, (which was all just given to nifty in retrospect so she could be a joke character, but it makes even less sense because nifty doesn't even act like she's from the 50s so what's the point of making her drool over bad boys and bdsm other then for the Funny,) and MIGHT get redeemed, but who knows and who cares anymore,

vox? a business man who's been around since the 50s and has a business partner valentino who he's implied to have a relationship with, along with the addition of velvet to give him some modern day help? what great potential.

the monkey paws finger goddamn motherfucking curls. vox is a pathetic bitch who beefs with alastor and does nothing else so alastor can look better and cooler and goes "YES IM SO FUCKING HARD RN. THIS IS BETTER THEN SEX" in a way that's so fucking obnoxious that it gives s1 blitz a run for his money. also the leaks revealed that the only reason he was given hypnotism powers is so he can really just hypnotize angel into being a brainless obedient employee that can't consent to ANYTHING if he ever steps out of line, (theres a s2 leak where angel has red hypno vox eyes, another where he's tied up to a chair, and in the red smoke comic that masquerade references during the abuse sequence with val and angel, ex; "ive killed bitches for half the shit you've pulled!" "when i say cum, you say, yes, val.", ends, with vox hypnotizing angel into submission while angel begs to val to be spared.) like i realized before anyone else that they only gave him hypnotism powers for that reason and nothing else; why else would you give a business man, who can use his charm and voice to trick people into trusting him, a power that FORCES people to trust him anyway?

i feel like half of these issues might be excusable if any of them even actually liked each other like how velvet used to enjoy the other voys, even if it was at their expense some of the time. but no, they all just work with each other because they have to and that's it. fuck the found family, only the main characters get that! the main characters, who's characterization is slowly being butchered too, if al and pent are anything to go by. not even the s2 leaks i did see of the vees interested me; the s2 leaks feel like an excuse from god to give me a glimpse of what i'll be missing out if i don't stick around for vivziepops shows in 2025. and boy, i won't miss it.

if i wanted to watch rapists get away with heinous shit and be rewarded for it, i'd turn on the news and see who's about to rule the United States of America. it's why i won't stick around for helluva either - the obsession the creator has with these terrible characters who have no concept of consent, to the point they poison the narrative and become creators pets, has become so gross and draining to watch. i just can't anymore tbh! because if you told me 4 years ago that valentino and stolas would've been treated this way by the stories they're in, i wouldn't have believed you.

its not even that i want them to be changed or "less problematic", no, i WANT them to be problematic, and interact with a world in hell that treats them as such. i want to see sinners talk about them honestly in private, or express dislike they can't be too upfront about, or even have other overlords and powerful people (like the main fucking character) point out and try to punish their actually vile behavior in an understandable, but comedic and hellish way. because this is hell - so why shouldn't bad people who do bad things suffer for them in some way socially if they can't suffer in hell the traditional way?

but that's the kind of thing you'd expect from a show made for adults. this wasn't a show made for adults, it was made for teenagers, kids, and 30 year olds with zero critical thinking skills when it comes to media and enough disposable income (and need to escape from reality due to likely poor mental health because of the way the world is rn,) for them to not give a shit to develop said critical thinking skills, and just buy the shiny new merch of their problematic favs when they drop. the audience they write for gives them money and praise, not feedback on a story.

in conclusion, the vees are just wasted potential and creators pets to me at this point, thank you for reading my big ass rant because i hate their canon versions sm 😭

I am curious and interested how far the enabling will go. Vox and Velvette seem like the type of people to be “ride or die” for Valentino for the worst reasons. Valentino got can rant about Angel Dust for ignoring him for 5 seconds, then proceed to reveal to his team that he raped and physically abused Angel Dust as punishment. Then Vox and Velvette would cheer him on for doing said action instead of calling him out or distancing themselves, continuing to proudly hang out with him in the public eye and calling everyone haters. At the same time, I feel like Vivziepop will double down on the Vees somehow.

While, I still am interested how Vivziepop writes Valentino in season 2. In season 1, he feels so downgraded and is only “intimidating” to Angel Dust’s perspective. I feel like it could’ve worked even more if Valentino was this uncharacteristically nice, charming boss everyone in the pride ring respected and was enchanted. Valentino having a large fanbase too and everyone wanted to work with him because he’s just so darn nice and talented! But obviously, there will be subtle creepiness to him that the audience can’t put their finger on.

For example, Anon: Valentino’s debut episode could’ve been about Charlie going into the porn studio to check up on Angel Dust only to be suck into Valentino’s charm. He doesn’t lick Charlie but respects her ambition and creativity regarding the hotel even if he doesn’t personally agree with Charlie’s ideals, being the first person to treat her with the highest respect. We the audience, see the two bond as artists. How artists are treated as scum and how artists must stick together. The audience along with Charlie would see how the porn studio would work too, Valentino would conveniently treat his sex workers including Angel Dust with respect since Charlie is in the room.

Charlie (ignorantly) and Valentino would mention and joke about how Angel Dust doesn’t know what he is talking about since he is a druggie. The episode would end on Charlie leaving the porn studio on a happy note, not knowing and ignorant about Valentino’s true intentions. I would’ve written it as a slow process as abusers aren’t always in your face especially when a friend is involved.

Valentino is the show is basically a manchild that is treated as the toddler in group which makes it extra hard to him seriously. There are times where I question whether to take him seriously or laugh. I think that’s the reason why I appreciate and like Paranoid DJ’s version of Valentino as he is an authoritarian figure who is treated serious and is self ware about his actions.

Vox is such a mess when Alastor is in picture or involved. Like if you cut of all the parts of him bitching and screaming about Alastor, and it only showed him and Valentino in episode 2, you at least see the business man in Vox and how much control, influence and power has in the Vee team.

That scene when Vox tells Valentino “yo Angel Dust is your slave and you got him on contract, so chill out. We have a reputation to keep together.” All logic goes out the window when Alastor has 5 seconds of screen time. It’s interesting in the comic that follow Alastor, it was the exact opposite. Alastor was pissed the moment Vox was on screen and swore. Vivziepop achieved her goal, she got many people to side with Alastor in comment section on YouTube. In the Instagram posts, it was showed that Val would physically abused Vox, soo take that as you will.

Velvette, the backbone (apparently) of the Vees (the only female in the trio who doesn’t do much). Crazyyy, totally not a repeated pattern in Vivziepop’s works where the females barely get any attention. It’s so funny because, it mentioned that Vox/Val saw Velvette as a daughter but now it’s crickets. Nobody knows what to say about Velvette’s involvement. The annoying part she has so much potential. Velvette could’ve been a great foil to Charlie, the one who teach her (in Velvette’s own ways) how to be a leader, that you must take charge no matter how rude you are.

Without “Respectless” no one would remember Velvette. Like sure, maybe 1-2 scenes where a fan could quote a line but compared Vox/Val, it is no competition. As vile and controversial as Val is many can bring up memorable aspects he has done throughout season 1 (I’m sure even without looking it up). Same with Vox even his moments can be cringey. But Velvette is just crickets, her entire “iconic” hinges on Respectless.

The writers make it sound like she will do something impactful or big later but 5 episodes later and no Velvette. I mean she does appear in the last episode, doing nothing. And, Vivziepop sucks at budgeting soo of course she doesn’t say anything. They should’ve cut out the Vees in episode 8, they didn’t do anything of worth.

I will admit, Raph’s involvement is hard to ignore. It’s like an equivalent of a bug consistently buzzing into your ear. Raph isn’t just a simple fan of the show, they are a storyboard artist and he has a big influence (whether he knows it or not). Especially, when Vivziepop has this annoying habit of make fan related stuff canon without adding her own twist to it. At first when that scene of Val threatening Angel Dust with the whole dick scene.

I got deju vu, I immediately went to Paranoid DJ’s comic dub of it and my suspicions were correct, even the other commenters noticed. I chalked it up to a coincidence/pure inspiration and nothing more. Then when I watch Raph’s Valentino’s animatic, the background scenes were very similar to the official episode. Then there is the infamous dance scene. And, I couldn’t ignore anymore, once you see certain aspects of Raph’s work you can’t unsee it. To be fair, even before Raph’s involvement Vox did have the hypothesizing eye but yeah I did see the leaks when it shows Angel Dust being hypothesized and does happen in their rape comic. But, I’m a bit hopeful that Vivziepop won’t completely copy Raph’s comic to a tee, just take inspiration and a few ideas from Raph here and there.

Either way I don’t blame you not wanting or planning to watch Season 2. I will be honest, I’m sure you won’t miss too much Anon. I can definitely see more drama and controversy coming from season because of Vees (mainly Val).

[orpheuslament]

you're the biggest overgrown infant I've ever met. Not wanting someone to mock your sexuality is a normal thing, and I say this as a queer person. You're just a brain rotted toddler throwing a tantrum because you got called out for not knowing how to act right because your parents raised an asshole. People like you make me embarrassed to share a community with you. Truly the worst example of us.

im literally just laying in bed answering asks my man youre the ones throwing a tantrum afaik

[cerberus-new-owner]

it'sssssssss tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Barbie Doll and Diablo

(as my friend likes to call them lol)

it took me a good few days of day dreming about barbs and scrolling through the barbatos tags (and the simeon and solomon tags) to acctually get the motivation for this soooooo here it issss

Part 1 - The Brothers Part 2 - The Angels + Solomon Part 3 - Diavolo + Barbatos

WEE WOO WEE WOO Content Warningggggsss: Darbatos and Diavolo are implied to be dating mc but it CAN be taken as platonic, GN!mc, maybe like a teensy tiny bit suggestive idk i do these before i write the hcs, could be ooc (i've never written for either of them, i dont think so atleast), mention of mamms and asmo but only tiny after thought type stuff i think

the energy is pumpinggggggg and the headcannon drabble things are a flowin'

Barbatos

w/ out mc - does not sleep, will only sleep if diavolo orders him to and if any of you have seen my take on the brothers sleeping he is the same as luci, but instead of the brothers having to be kept in line its the demon prince who does his best to sneak out when he thinks the butlers guard has been lowered enough to do so, other than that i do belive barbatos if tired enough will fall asleep standing continuing to do what ever job he was doing around the castle occsionally finishing all of his tasks whilst alseep (dia and the little d's take bets to see how far through his list barbatos can go before waking up again so far little d no. 2 and diavolo have the most wins) i also think barbatos will sleep walk into diavolos office on ocassion and just stand there like he would if diavolo was having a meeting with lucifer or mephi (i dont know how to spell his name someone help please) also no fan or ac or anything in his room im fairly sure his tail has / would have some form of protective slime kind stuff on it and that drying out would require a few weeks worth (and a couple thousands invested) of lotion applied every few like hours (it'd be like lipbalm or gloss on crusty dry craked up lips)

w/ mc - now with mc and diavolo trying to get him to sleep more often its a much bigger challenge for barbatos to deny going to sleep therefore he goes to sleep more often, with mc around the little d's and diavolo can't make as many bets on barbs work sleep habits so the bets have changed to how long will it take for mc to notice that barbs fell asleep again / how many chores can barbs get through before mc guides him back to his room and takes over barbs creepy standing in dia's office has stopped and been replced with a slight restlessness in his sleep (beware mc for he may kick), and mc better beware of the tail it's 100% getting wrapped around them as they sleep it will be cold it will be slimy it will be slightly gross and it will soak any and all sleep clothes (can't tell me barbs doesn't find enjoyment in feeling how mc jumps as they wake up suddenly due to how cold and wet his tail is 'whats wrong little lamb? did i accidently wake you during your slumber') still no fan or anything by the way not unless you want to be the one applying lotion to his tail every hour (bonus sleepy cuddly barbs like early sunday morning look like shiz and gotta get up but partner is still sleep and gooooodddd they look cute sleeping and don't wanna disturb the peace and then the overgrown toddler with daddy issues barges in asking for breakfast because he was a second late to waking him up saying theres pancakes if he does all his paperwork in which barbs does not remember saying at all (it was all a dream that dia thought was real) and waking mc up, gosh dang it now i gots ideas for another fic from these things)

Diavolo

w/ out mc - another sea creature guess what it isssss, thats right! its a starfishhhhhh, mans has a massive bed cant tell me he doesn't starfish accross it wings out and everything, thinking of wings.... wings can be blankie, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand like beel he. is. a. heater. no need for blankets when have wings and are heater, he snores and sleep talks majority of his sleep talking is telling dream barbs that dream him wasn't trying to escape his duties or saying those really creepy things that alot of people who sleep talk say in their sleep something like idk 'doont go in the closet' and it'd be like right as mammons trying to find secret treasure in the castle and somehow ended up in dias room and is about to open the closet

w/ mc - still sprawled out but don't worry mc he left space for you (in his arms) still a heater be prepared to wear your summer sleep clothes in the middle of winter (or sleep au natural like asmo probably does) he still snores and sleep talks pretty much the same as before also refuses to get up in the morning (mans went to bed late let him sleep in and get his sleepy morning cuddles before barbs comes in and says theres pancakes if he does all his paperwork before 9am the drem stirkes again 'but barbatos i got all my paperwork done before nine and pancakes sound good and the dream felt way too real for it to be just a dream, come on love you had to of heard barbatos say something about breakfast being pancakes today surely' dont break his heart help him gaslight barabtos instead/hj)

That ws fuunnnnnnnnnnn

btw quick little tiny baby question would people perhaps be interested in perhaps me writing a little bit more for barbs and/or simeon maybeeeeeee (the inspiration hit and oh mah lordy loorrrrrd it is difficlt to not want to write more about themm) (btw dont really care how many of you answer yes or no im probably gonna do it anyways)

alsoooo i will gladly accept requests for more headcannon drabbley things for other stiuations if anyone has any ideas, (i don't really do full on fics btw)

other than that i hope you all have a great day, afternoon, night, morning, tea, door, pencil and thank you for reading (i hope it was as fun to read as it was to write) MasterList thingy-o

[trash-king18]

M pt. 1

disclaimer: before i say anything else, this was inspired by another persons post and i have been trying desperately to find it to ask for permission to post this. so if the creator finds this or someone knows what i’m talking about please tell me so i can tag them for credit or take it down if they want. Part 1 is almost entirely inspired by what i read but the rest is my work.

summary: reader is 26 and puerto rican from Brooklyn on her earth, she and Miguel are coworkers and they have an intense working relationship. plot takes place a couple months before the events of Across the Spider Verse

cw: 18+ minors dni, swearing, suggestive, angst, miguel is seemingly not in his right mind because of the spider dna and gets a little rough.

note: reader is spanish speaking, translations in italics under any and all spanish. however i picked up my spanish from puerto rican girls i played volleyball with in highschool and am trying to learn (because i’m going to be a tia soon!! and i want to make sure mis sobrinos y sobrinas grow up with the language) so if you’re fluent and things are wrong lo siento/sorry and feel free to correct me

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this is my first time writing or posting anything, be nice🫶🏼

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you and Miguel always had a different connection than everyone else at HQ. in the endless universes a surprising few spider people spoke spanish or were even not white. you were often spotted bickering ~en español~, and you enjoyed being the only one he allowed to talk back to him. you wouldn’t say you were friends, Miguel didn’t have friends, but you had more leeway with him than everyone else.. except probably lyla 

everyone thought he was just broody but to you he was a broody overgrown man child with a superiority complex and you never failed to take an opportunity to tell him off. 

—

“déjalo ya”

knock it off

he rolls his eyes turning his head away from you in every direction like a toddler that doesn’t want to eat the food on the spoon. 

he gets cranky on extraction days

“do i need to do the airplane”

he scowls at you 

right now you’re in the exam room in the back of your lab, there’s nothing much in there just the exam chair and the specialized vials you use for extracting and storing his venom. it was soundproofed and locked from the inside, per miguel’s request. 

he was a very private person. when he brought you onto the team to create an injection to help keep him.. subdued he was very specific that it be kept between you two 

“you’re extra grumpy today, what’s wrong jefe”

boss

“no te preocupa”

it doesnt concern you 

you turn to look at him skeptically but his eyes are hard set and while he allows you to tease him within these four walls, emphasis on allows, you know better than to push especially when he hasn’t had an injection in a while

“ahora vamos, let’s get this over with”

cmon now

“do we have to do this today i’m really very busy”

“si! now open”

you push the viles up towards his face hoping he’ll just cooperate. but as per usual, no such luck 

he pushes your hands away over and over 

you sigh in exasperation 

“seriously?”

you feel like you’re trying to get your nephew to eat his peas 

he just looks at you smirking slightly, he thinks he’s won. 

“eso es suficiente por hoy.”

that’s enough for today

he starts to get up, but if there’s one thing that always works when your sobrinos are acting up it’s letting your inner tia out 

“Miguel O’hara! usted no es un bebé, así que deja de actuar como uno! ahora siéntate.”

you are not a baby so stop acting like one, now sit 

he stops in his tracks and sits back down. he looks sort of shocked, you’ve never actually yelled at him, you don’t think anyone’s yelled at him in years, but he is particularly frustrating today. 

he grumbles under his breath like a boy who got scolded by his mama 

“lo siento” 

im sorry

you turn around to put gloves on since your sure he’s going to make you do this the hard way. you expect you’ll have to hold them in place so he doesn’t try and take them out early 

“eres insoportable”

you’re unbearable 

“what was that?”

you breath out. 

“nothing”

your back is still turned so you can’t see his bemused half smile

you turn back around with the viles in your hand again and he’s no longer smiling. you can never tell if he hates doing this because its uncomfortable, it wounds his pride, or he hated being vulnerable but you assumed all the above. but he’s a grown man, a very large very attractive, grown man. who also happens to be the most disagreeable person you’ve ever met. 

“you gonna cooperate now?”

“i make no promises”

he smirks 

you scowl and it drops off his face immediately 

apologetic was a new look on him, it was sort of hot. 

too bad it didn’t last.

“seriously though, Y/N, i have a lot to do right now I really don’t have time for this”

“well if you’d actually do it yourself like i asked we wouldn’t have to do this”

he looks at you unimpressed. he knows and you know that as soon as he wants to get up he will and there’s nothing you can do. but he has one bottle of the suppressant left and he’s not the only one feeling stubborn today. 

as soon as you try to get him to bite the vials again he starts resisting you.

“Y/N stop”

you ignore him 

“Y/N.” he warns you 

“just sit still”

“No! will you—“

you cut him off by climbing on top of him and trying to force his hand off to the sides. it worked.. for a second 

until he grabs your wrists and just stares at you in shock. 

“really?”

“I-“ you stutter his red eyes are staring into you 

his hands still gripping your wrists but you steady yourself

“abrir”

open up 

“no.”

you put on your best tia voice again

“~Miguel~”

he raised his brow at you 

he relents and let’s go of your hands 

but he doesn’t open his mouth 

you wait expectantly but he turns his head away again

you give him an annoyed look he looks at you out of the corner of his eye but doesn’t turn back 

“don’t make me pry your mouth open”

“id like to see you try”

“you know what spider boy i’ve had enough of your attitude today”

you start to climb off 

“just get out of my chair”

but your surprised when he stops you, you feel his hands on your hips. 

you look back at him and practically growl 

“what now”

now it’s his turn to be surprised. he doesn’t let go of you but you feel his hands loosen. 

“I- im sorry”

never in a million years did you think you’d hear  miguel o’hara apologize to anyone but he seems genuine. 

“i just.. i don’t- i don’t like-” 

“save it. i don’t care about your feelings and i’m not here to help you work through your emotional constipation i just want to get this done.”

he stares at you and you fully expect him to just pick you up off him and leave… but he just starts laughing. another thing you didn’t expect to hear. it’s a full laugh leaving his fangs exposed 

you just sit there staring at him confused 

“guess i’m not the only grumpy one today huh”

but instead of making a sarcastic quip you took the opportunity and leaned forward with one gloved hand and peal his upper lip up and put the viles on his fangs before he can react. 

he mumbles trying to talk with the viles in his mouth 

“que diablos!”

what the hell

he tried to pull your arm away from his face but you swat his hand away 

he grumbles a series of curses but you hold the viles in place 

“cállate.”

shut up

you use your thumb to tug his lower lip down slightly to make sure his lower fangs are in good condition. he finally sits still but you can feel his hot breath, you know he’s not happy. 

but you couldn’t care less. 

as you wait for the venom to finish dripping from his fangs you become aware of how compromising a position the two of you are in. his hands are resting on your thighs and youve propped yourself on his chest with your hands 

not to mention the lowlights in the room because of his headaches. 

his eyes are closed, he refuses to look at you. 

the tension is thick and you desperately want to get off but you don’t trust him not to pull the viles off so you pretend to check the wrest of his teeth.. which are perfect of course. 

he shifts under you and you can’t help but notice the creases in his forehead. you almost feel bad. 

he’s not like the other spider people, he’s literally half spider. which gives him heightened senses and insane reflexes, but sometimes it also means his emotions and actions can get out of his control. that’s what the suppressor was for, helped him keep hold of the reigns but you know he didn’t like having to do it this way. 

unfortunately for him, his venom was the base for it and you couldn’t make it without it. 

finally the vials were filled and you go to take them off. he cracks his jaw while you seal them. you place them in the pocket of your lab coat. 

“now. was that so bad?”

he rolls his eyes

you sense that you may have pushed too far this time so you move to get up but he holds you in place. 

“just so we’re clear—“

his eyes darken 

“don’t. do that again”

your breath catches. you nod and start to shift but he holds you in place 

“and Y/N”

you look at him warily 

he grabs your chin and leans in so his mouth is right next to your ear

“never call me spider boy”

you say nothing 

he smiles against your ear 

“comprendida?”

understand 

you let out a shaky breath 

“si”

he holds you like that

“miguel?”

“shhh”

he hushes you as he slowly moves down and ghosts over the skin of your neck with his lips 

he opens his mouth and gently runs his fangs over your skin 

you let out a light breathy moan before you can stop yourself 

your face flushes but he doesn’t let go 

“are you going to bite me… spider boy”

he growls against your skin 

you know it’s stupid but even after seeing him at his worst and most untamed you have a hard time believing he would hurt you intentionally 

but still you shouldn’t have teased you were just in shock that this was actually happening. 

“i told you—“

“not to call you that? you may be my boss miguel o’hara but i will not let you tell me what to do”

his grip on your chin tightens slightly but it’s not bruising  

his hand holds the crease of your thigh 

he chuckles deeply 

“would you like to test that”

he pulls back to look at you 

“niña bonita”

pretty girl 

he looks at you through his eyelashes with those scarlet eyes his hair falling into his face and fangs just slightly peaking out over his lips 

he starts to question himself internally 

but you just whisper 

“eres tan hermoso Miguel”

you’re so beautiful 

now he’d never admit it but hearing you say his name always made him feel some type of way. like he wanted to hear you say it.. over and over

and the entire time you we’re on top of him he was fighting to keep his breathing under control 

he’s still holding your chin 

he holds the scowl on his face

inside though he’s just fighting to keep control 

he can smell everything, your vanilla perfume, the sanitizer, the latex, but underneath everything he just smells you. your scent is intoxicating right now,  he had grown used to it, you had been physically close before. but not like this, not when he was like this. 

his brow furrowed in frustration. he hasn’t gone this long without an injection in a long time and it was starting to cloud his head. 

You search his eyes, but they’re closed off as ever. his breath is slowly getting heavier 

you snap him out of it suddenly when he hears his name the second time 

you had spoken softly at first but even though he was looking right at you he didn’t seem to hear you 

“Miguel?… i’m going to get an injection ready..ok?”

you look over him warily 

he just keeps looking at you but he slowly comes back to himself. and you finally notice a tiny spark of something under the annoyance and frustration. 

he’s nervous. 

you knew he hated when he couldn’t control himself, it was the whole reason you had this job. But you had never actually seen it manifest as anything other than a sour attitude. 

“O’hara puedes oírme?”

can you hear me

he blinks hard and drops your face. he clears his throat abruptly 

“si”

“i’m gonna get an injection”

he catches your wrist, it’s quick but gentle 

“no”

he’s staring into your eyes intensely 

“save it until the new batch is ready, i’m going to need it.”

“you need it now”

“ay will you just listen to me for once for once por favor”

he holds your wrist and moves so that you have to look at his eyes. you know he’s right, which is infuriating 

you huff 

“fine.”

his lip quirked slightly, satisfied that you actually listened for once

you sit there for a moment in awkward silence before he finally drops his soft hold on your wrist and you awkwardly clamber off, a difficult task considering how… large he was. 

you go to the counter and start to get the viles ready. 

he doesn’t move from the chair  just watches you work. 

you can feel his eyes on you. 

“uhm i’ll have the next round ready by tomorrow morning, so you’re good to go.”

you don’t hear him get up, of course. you never understood, half spider or not, how such a large man could move without being seen or heard. 

you just feel his presence behind you. 

he doesn’t say anything. 

“seriously o’hara out of my lab”

he could tell you were frustrated with him, which wasn’t unusual but now it lacked the usual playfulness. 

he finally speaks. 

“it’s late.”

“i’m aware”

he sighs in frustration 

“i mean— it’s late. you should go home.”

“im good.”

you know as frustrating as you insist on being i am  still your boss and i am telling you to go home. this can wait until the tomorrow.

you turn around

“that’s not up to you.”

“oh it’s not?”

“no. you brought me here to develop this serum but you also did it because deep down you don’t trust yourself not to do something you’ll regret”

he grabs you again and snarls in your face. 

too far. 

and yet today you don’t care something, maybe not an entirely innocent something, just wanted to egg him on more than usual. 

“see?”

“no trates de decirme por qué hago lo que hago”

do not try to tell me why i do what i do 

you just stand there inches away from one another. he towers over you. you don’t back down and he doesn’t let go. he’s seething, you’re done with his bullshit 

but you’re trapped. not just by his body but his eyes. you feel like a bug caught in his web. 

your eyes dart to his lips and back. 

he notices, you know he can feel your heartbeat quicken, he can probably sense the flush on your kneck. 

and your certain he feels the chills creep down your spine as he leans in closer. 

you whisper 

“que estás haciendo?”

what are you doing 

he leans in more so your lips are almost touching before answering 

“no lo sé”

i don’t know 

you lean into it just enough that your lips ghost over one another. your arm slips up so your hand can grab the back of his neck. 

your lips chase one another gently but never quite touch. 

you’re so close. it’s taking every last ounce of restraint not to just pick you up and indulge every thought racing through his mind. but he knows he can’t, not right now, not like this. 

he pulls back so suddenly you almost fall over 

“go home, you can finish tomorrow.”

“i- wha- o’hara what the fuck?”

he storms out of your lab without another word leaving you breathless and confused. 

[florexyy]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐍𝐢-𝐊𝐢

𝟐. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Genre: Enemies to lovers, a bit of smau Pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader WC: 956 Warnings(TBU!): profanity, slow burnish,  y/n & riki have an attitude problem, might contain bad grammar and may be illogical sometimes.

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⇝18.08.2022⇜ The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, the clatter of trays, and the occasional burst of laughter. Y/N stood near the entrance, scanning the crowded room for Nao-Mi. She spotted her at a corner table, waving vigorously. Relieved, Y/N weaved her way through the maze of tables holding her tray tight. "Over here!" Nao-Mi called, pulling out a chair next to her. Y/N slid into the seat, her tray clinking against the table. "Thanks for saving me a spot. This place is...hectic." Nao-Mi laughed. "You'll get used to it. Just avoid the drama magnets and you'll be fine." she said stuffing her mouth with the cafeterias fried chicken, munching on it.

Y/N scrunched her eyebrows at the thought of what happened with blondie the other day. "i saw blondie getting scolded by mrs.choi  yesterday, apparently he mocked her lol" "Not surprised" Nao-Mi said shoving more chicken into her mouth, "have you found out his name yet?" "Nah not yet, bet its something stupid tho" Y/N replied casually.

 "I think hes got a reputation, i see a lot of fan girls squealing around him most of the time" she adds, eyeing Nao-Mi to see if she knows who Y/N is talking about.

"Stop looking at me like that i still dont know who youre talking about" she muffled with a smug look on her face.

Y/N scoffed "Hes such an arrogant jerk, i dont get why he's so popular with the girls.."  ༻꧁✬꧂༺

When the lunch period ended, Y/N and Nao-Mi parted ways, heading to their respective classes. Y/N tried to shake off her thoughts, but as she turned a corner in the hallway, she accidentally brushed past someones broad shoulder. Mr.Broad shoulders turned around towering over her in disbelief. "For fucks sake, do you never watch where youre going??" He raised his voice, diverting his friends' attention.

Y/N clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She felt her blood boil as she fought the urge to shove him back into his locker. He was nothing more than an overgrown toddler with a chip on his shoulder. "Maybe if you werent always in the way, this wouldnt happen," she shot back, crossing her arms. "You think youre something special huh?" He snapped.

Y/N glared up at him, refusing to back down. She wasn't afraid of him or his cheap intimidation tactics. "I think you're just a sad excuse for a human being who thinks his looks and popularity are enough to get by in life"  The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The blonde guys eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Y/N thought she saw a flash of something more than arrogance, was it anger? Frustration? He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a voice interrupted.

One of his friends, a tall boy with dyed red hair nudged him. "Ooh, looks like the new girls got some bite."

Blondie waved him off "Shut up Heeseung" he spat, his gaze still locked on Y/N. "Careful, new girl. You don't want to pick fights you can't win." She stayed silent a knot of nerves tightening in her stomach. For a moment, the hallway seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to just the two of them. Then the blonde boy broke the tension with a laugh. "That face of yours is amusing, I'll give you that," he said, stepping aside, as another boy walked down the hallway stopping next to them.

Y/N analyzed him closely, admiring his piercings before he spoke up. "What are you doing now, nishimura?" He said in a serious manner. Blondies posture stiffened, but he gave a small, sarcastic smile. "Im just teaching the newbie how to navigate the hallways."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying not to roll her eyes. Teaching? More like bullying. Piercing boy gave him a pointed look, clearly not pleased with his behavior. "Right," He said with a sigh. "Well, if youre both done with your little 'battle,' maybe we can all just get to class without any more drama."

Blondie shot a quick, venomous glance at Y/N before turning to Piercing boy. "Whatever." He muttered, clearly not happy with being called out.

Y/N felt a small wave of relief as he pushed past her, leaving his friends and piercing boy behind. As he walked away, she couldn't help but notice how much taller and imposing he was, but that only made her dislike him more. The way he carried himself with such pride and arrogance made her skin crawl. She couldnt stand people like him. Especially not him. "Hey, you okay?" Piercing boy asked, concerned as he turned to Y/N.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, Im fine. Just dealing with a jerk who has a seriously inflated ego, whats your name by the way?" His lips left a slight chuckle "Im Jiro, and he can be a bit much sometimes he thinks hes always right, and well.. hes not really a fan of people who dont just bow down to him."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I wonder why."

Jiro rolled his eyes but smiled. "I know. Hes not exactly the most humble person, anyway i gotta go to class, see you around, Y/N"  Before he left he gave her a slight grin. 'How did he know my name? I didnt even tell him, nor did he ask..' she thought to herself in confusion watching him walk away. Her mind wandered back to blondie, she hated how much he got under her skin.

She would not let him win. Not now, not ever. He could glare, he could mock, but Y/N wasnt going to let him ruin her. She had bigger things to worry about.

His presence bothered her a lot but despite everything he still seemed somehow...intriguing?

But no. She wasn't going to let him get to her. Not now, not ever. He was just another arrogant idiot, one she was determined to avoid at all costs.

Right? ⇜Last Part ❀ Next Part⇝

[elslovers]

chapter one

BLOOD IN BLOOD OUT

synopsis: medical school is hard you knew it would be you prepared for the long nights and breakdowns you prepared to run off only coffee and will power for four years what you didn't prepare for was Abby Anderson you thought after graduation you would be done with her but first day of your internship there she is ready to give you hell...and maybe something more

a/n this is basically going to be greys anatomy tlou version im not sure this is gonna land with people but lord I hope so doctor abby eats so lets see how this go - also this is my first not standalone fic yay for me

you had always been a healer in one way or another, mending healing sick younger siblings back to health from a cold or nasty flu turned to taking care of your friend's hangovers after discovering to never vodka and tequila

you've spent your whole life healing people mending broken hearts and broken women, and mending parents and friends during the lows of their life it only made sense that you would dedicate your life to mending the pain of others its what you do best, and if you're being honest, you loved it at first, you thought you might want to be a vet at the ripe age of eleven. You decided you prepared the company of your pets to those around you (you still do) and thought fixing them might be a decent way to spend your adult life but the concept of seeing animals in any form of pain put you off your dinner then in middle school, you thought maybe a nurse you liked the idea of a hospital, the concept of working alongside brilliant doctors and helping save people's lives by realizing you only wanted to be a nurse because you thought you couldn't be the doctor and fuck that

college, you spent every second of every minute of every goddamn day proving you deserved to be one of the doctors, and after four years of grueling pre-med classes, you were confident you deserved to be one of the doctors then came med school, which knocked you flat on your ass. You didn't go to a shabby school for undergrad, but you ran circles around your peers there - common knowledge was that you were the one to watch, but med school was different you weren't running the circles alone Abby Anderson had been breathing down your neck and your ego from the moment you stepped foot into your first class - the first question your professor asked your two hands were the only ones to fly up

it was world war three ever since that day constantly an all-out battle as to who can bruise the other's ego more you hated her stupid notes and the way she was so above using an iPad like everyone else and was insistent on surviving med school with pen and paper for notes, only using her laptop when needed be you hated her attitude. Her father is a doctor, and she always acted like she was born with a scalpel in her hand, ready to cut she always acted so above you if you were being honest with yourself, Abby made you feel weak. She was tailor-made for this life. She was stoic and hard level headed and cool under pressure. She poked fun at all the things that made you you

she made fun of the way you doodled in the edges of your textbook she made fun of how you dressed 'like an overgrown toddler.' She would say every time you sported your colorful shirts or pants, your cardigans or fun shoes- the day you wore pigtails to a lecture was one of the worst of your years there Abby always quipped that you were better-suited teaching kindergarten than in the OR, and sometimes you started to believe her

in high school, mean girls were blondes with Jeeps and low GPAs, but in med school, the mean girl was a cut-throat soon to be doctor who almost beat you out for top of the class almost

graduation day came and when and you stood on that stage beaming ear to ear - your dress may have been pink, but you were the only one with a gold cord draped over your cap and gown so suck on that, Abby Anderson was the second name to be called and the relief that flooded your body was unexpected

it was over. She was gone, and you would never have to feel that big hand wrap around your shoulder just to tug at your ponytail you had finally gotten rid of Abby fucking Anderson and you existed blissfully with that thought all summer you'd accepted your internship at Jackson Hospital and after four miserable years of med school spent proving to yourself you deserve to be a doctor, you now got to spend the next four years of your life proving to yourself you deserve to save lives when your alarm echoed throughout the four walls of your one-bedroom apartment, it felt like a gift

today was the first day of the rest of your life

it was a fresh start - a clean slate and nothing in this world could knock you off your high at least you thought

the light blue scrubs felt like a second skin right off the bat, and with your hair in a pink clip and two cups worth of coffee In your travel mug, you gathered around the other interns and spotted the only thing that could ruin your day a honey blonde braid hanging idly down the pack of the one person who could make you regret even waking up that morning

fucking Abby

Abby had a special gift for making you feel small, always pointing out the things you love about yourself as if they were the worst flaws she'd ever seen

it blew your mind to think your first impression of her was that she was stunning

"you have got to be kidding me" You meant it to sound firm and harsh, but you know it came out weak

you watched, gawking as Abby turned roughly on her heels to tower over you properly

this was going to be a nightmare

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to say Abigail Anderson was meant to be a surgeon would be the understatement of the year

where you were born to heal

Abby was born to cut

her father was a healer,

but what she lacked in his warmth she made up for in discipline. Abby was controlled. She was hard-working. She knew what she wanted from the moment she was old enough to vocalize it and she spent every moment of every day working toward it. It would be admirable if she was humble about it but Abby was cocky, and she knew it

she was always the one to beat all throughout her life she spent most of her young childhood inside the walls of Jackson Hospital, absorbing every ounce of knowledge her mind could, and by the time she hit high school, she was a well-oiled goddamn machine Abby lived and breathed medicine, and although out college, every move she made had the sole purpose of bringing her closer to the goal - to the one thing she was made to do it is needless to say, Abby never had many friends. That's not to say she had none. Every overachieving perfectionist can attest that various social clubs help fill the void

Abby was president of the debate team Vice President of Model UN, captain of the girl's basketball team, and an active member of the gay, straight alliance per her father's request (begging) who often worried Abby didn't surround herself with 'people on your team' as he father would put it over breakfast most mornings

Abby had people but Abby was alone. She didn't play nice with others people who weren't on her level she found boring and impossible to converse with and people on her level (people like you) posed as a threat to the territory that was rightfully hers Abby walked confidently into med school posy undergrad, convinced no one could take the wind out of her sails until she met you

for every question asked you always seemed to have the answer a second faster for every quiz test or exam that she got an A on it always felt as though you got an A + she hated the way you showed her up and did so with a smile - did so with fucking pigtails

she hated how good you got and how kind you stayed she spent years convincing herself that the way she was is what it took to become bright that warm girls sweet girls girls who doodle and play nice don't become cut throat and that Abby was made to be cut throat

but there you were personified sunshine and holding a fucking dagger to her throat it seemed unfair so when you made her feel low Abby would make you feel lower she knew her teasing and taunts were pathetic and bordering on cruel but for four years taking the wind out of your sails put it back into hers

she would be a liar if she said tequila and late nights in her apartment didn't force her to think about how soft and broken your face looks when she teases you she would be a liar if she said those thoughts didn't want to make her stop but they just were never enough when she sobered up

after graduation all she could feel was relief sure you had one for a final time you pulling top the class out from under her would chase her down in her nightmares for years to come but she had the summer to nurse her pride and by the time day one of internship rolled around she was prepared to walk though the doors of Jackson hospital exactly what she was A legacy Abby was the second link in the chain of Anderson surgons in that hospital

her father was legend and now she could follow it up build her own reputation of excellence she like he had always intended when she gathered around the other interns sipping on her coffee as they all spoke in hushed whispers about how she was the daughter of THE dr Anderson she was confident nothing could bring her down until she heard your voice small and weak and taunting as she whips around her braid nearly hitting someone in the face

"oh come the fuck on" she hissed feeling the anger rising right to her cheeks

this was going to be a nightmare

[anyosu]

Toya looks like an overgrown toddler im giggling

[oleander-grows]

sometimes im like "wow im actually shit at my job. cringefail. i got so overstimulated today. what the fuck. should i leave the field forever?" and then i remember that i got overstimulated bc 14 overgrown toddlers were running around and screaming at full volume. for the 4th day in a row. because we legally can't take them outside bc it's too hot.

and then i remember that some people can't handle ONE child screaming. so actually im soooo strong

[badlydrawn-alphadave]

... there are adults at this party?

--@@badlydrawnhumaneridan

TG: oh hey sharkboy TG: anyway yeah. 'less im actually just the worlds most overgrown toddler TG: and hey if you listen to lalonde i might actually be TG: no clue why yall are so surprised though TG: ignoring the whole 'appearin' out of goddamn nowhere' thing for a moment, usually gettin' wasted at parties is reserved for those of us that have actually made it through puberty TG: y'think i was expectin' to walk into a sea of drunk teenagers? TG: i mean TG: wasnt expectin' to be here at all TG: if you remember the point we were ignorin' before TG: but yall were definitely a close second on the 'shit i wasnt expectin' tonight' scale

[deldeldel90]

while I was drawing a pic of a younger frederick, I just got an idea for an au where basically, leland brings the plaid brothers out to the shipping docks to explain to them how it all works and why its important to the plaid kingdom.

Blaine is 7, Lance is 6, Frederick is 5. and at the end of their little trip there, frederick (being as small as he is) slips away because, well, he likes ships and he's not too keen on all the eyes that seem to be on him. he ends up accidently getting on a ship set to go to the pastel kingdom.

he's scared, crying gently bc he doesn't want to be found in case he'll get in trouble with his dad, and when the ship hits land, he follows one of the shipmates to the pastel kingdom. he chases as fast as he can (his footsteps remaining soft, though, cause he doesn't wanna get in trouble) but he ends up getting lost.

just as he's about bawl (even though dad hates it, it makes him feel better and right now, he really wants to feel better), he hears a gasp. and staring up at him, is miss agatha, who was just about to leave the castle to go home. she, voice trembling, asks him a million questions and he barely even answers.

mumbling to herself, she goes, "dang it. that's no way to talk to a child, you know that, agatha..." and, louder, to him, she smiles, a strained one, and says, "do you have a family? where's you family?"

he lies. "I don't have one." he puts on the face Laverne makes when she really, really wants something and needs to act cute in order to get it. "im," he pauses, trying to find the words. blaine's adviser (teacher or something, he doesn't really know) told him a bunch of stuff about problems in the kingdom. he tries to find one that'll make his situation a bit sadder. or maybe find an explanation for this all. "i don't have a kitchen."

the woman blinks.

frederick's never been good with lying. he hates it, he really does.

"or a sink. or a bathroom. or... or, um, a table. or a bedroom."

"you're homeless?" thats what she makes of it. he doesn't correct her, because he doesn't know what any of this means.

he nods.

he's immediately scooped into arms that feel warm to the touch. "oh, no," she mutters. she looks like something terrible just happened. "im- well-" she's about to put him down, but frederick clings to her like he's a baby again.

"can I stay with you?" he asks in his littlest voice. he's not pretending when he tucks his head into her shoulder, looking down at the floor.

he doesn't know her but, somehow, she feels a lot better than the family he's got.

miss agatha melts.

"fine," she says after a moment of hesitation. "but only for a while. we need to know where you-"

"don't know nobody," frederick mumbles.

"i can't take a, what, toddler? from- it's not-"

"not a toddler," frederick interrupts again. he knows its rude. he doesn't know why she hasn't told him off yet.

"you're not?" she sounds like she doesn't believe him. "you're too small."

he can't help but pout. "that's cause I'm always sick," he tells her the reason he's always been told.

he feels a bit fuzzy. like he's just woken up from a nap. maybe its cause he really likes to be carried. maybe its cause he can't remember last time he wa being comforted like this.

miss agatha holds him a little tighter. "well, that won't do." she cradles him for a moment. shes walking somewhere, hopefully home. deep in thought, it seems, too, cause she barely is saying anything except low whispers he can't hear. "say, do you like books?"

frederick's nearly fallen asleep by then. still, he managed to reply, shyly, "i like books. stories 'nd stuff."

a door opens.

frederick sees her backyard, grass cut in a way thats almost perfect, overgrown flowers, the glow of the other homes' lights.

he can't help but wonder if this is what's gonna be his new life.

or,

frederick and miss agatha meet. adoption ensues.

miss agatha's just happy to have somebody who likes to learn.

little bits of this au:

- teaching assistant frederick!!

- dynamic aunt agatha and nephew frederick :)

- miss agatha listens to what frederick says and actually cares abt his interests. her taking him around the kingdom, explaining everything abt their land.

- frederick wearing pastel green crisp shirts (maybe even some with suspenders), blazers, ties, and black shoes with white socks. him gaining the Teacher style. pastel academia frederick.

- agatha has a small library in her house with cozy armchairs that frederick loves to sleep in. he really likes her house in general, because the colors are light and pretty and there's no plaid. it smells like autumn.

- frederick calling miss agatha "aggie"

- miss agatha calling frederick "freddie-boy"

- frederick being raised on butter cookies and ham-and-cheese sandwiches. when miss agatha gets home and he's done with school, they have dinner together and she tells him all about her job as the royal children's teachers

- (frederick pretends he doesn't know anything about kingdoms.)

- frederick becoming friends with neighborhood children..... just. let this boy have friends 😭😭 (one of his friends gets him into a series called "warrior ponies",,, skdhsksjdj and just. little kid shenanigans.)

- a seven-year-old frederick shipping miss agatha and the old guard because of how often he joins them for either breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

- the old guard being grumpy and referring to frederick as "the kid". the old guard becoming protective once he learns of frederick's backstory,,,

- miss agatha and frederick spending time in bookstores together,,, in the local library,,, sometimes they read in bakeries or in the park

- just. kid frederick. growing up with a stable family (of some kind,,)

[ella-ashmore]

As someone who has acted out characters on stage before it really does not matter what the actors look like, only who the role is supposed to be.

Of course people will say things like "asian juliet" if the actor playing juliet is asian and it being seen as something good with diversity, but in the end of the day its still just the same old story of juliet and romeo. So we can imagine the role of steph looking like whatever we want, just look at the fan artist drawing her as a stick /lh and still no one really gets mad about it.

So to that person making a fuss, go to fucking acting school instead of trying to pick a fight with Achilles or I will hit you with several screenplays where a high schooler played a toddler and no one said anything about "clearly this toddler is just overgrown" they all just thought "oh thats a toddler"

literally this thank you anon!!! sometimes when people talk about a character. theyre not talking about the actors that have played them. like when i say mischa is transgender im not talking about all of the cis men that have portrayed him (apart from that one production idr the name of the theater it was in :( trans actor mischa my adored) and obviously jon mattesons eyes arent brown. in hatchetfield especially there are ~400 characters that we know for sure exist (either having shown up on screen or been mentioned by others) all played by the same group of people. if all of the characters looked exactly like their actors the town would be full of clones. Thats Weird

[aureamediocritasi]

gonna file a complaint to the silly little guys department that im being mistreated. whenever i start whining and crying and whimpering and making funny little quips about his fast approaching mullet and unfortunate widows peak, instead of being shown an iota of empathy or even a chuckle, a giggle, what have you, im hit with:

"quit acting like a overgrown toddler" "get on the bike and shut up". the humanity! the sheer disregard! where am i supposed to turn to in these trying times? and most importantly, who is going to get me an alka seltzer tablet on such short notice?

[junglehomo]

they keep watching everything im doing and theyre posers

they dont even know what im doing or understand

theyre too stupid and poser and ununique

and uncool

i just let them talk

they wont do anything

theyre too ugly and stupid and jealous to do anything

all i have to do is go in the real world

and these fat toddlers will stumble im front of other real serious adults

this town is a cushion for retarded rapists like this to act as sexual offender as they want and do whatever "small crime" they think

but i cant wait til they try to follow me to third world country

to other places

to real cities with real people

theyre so ugly theyre my audience just obsessed with spitting on whatever im doing

when theyre too uncool to know what it is anyways

just an overgrown bully

thats why nobody likes them and theyre getting ugly and poor fast

[taste-thewaste]

im being so serious when i say that when i finally lose it it will be from something so stupid. living with my mom is like death by a thousand cuts i swear lmao.

here's an example no one asked for: she hates using regular silverware. Why? because we don't have a dishwasher and she hates washing dishes. so she uses plastic silverware. but here's the kicker!!! after she uses the plastic silverware she PUTS IT IN THE SINK TO BE WASHED!!! now listen i am all for saving the environment and reusing things and whatnot but THEN WHY NOT JUST USE THE REGULAR SILVERWARE??? WHY BUY THE PLASTIC WARE AT ALL????

this on top of the laundry thing (can only do laundry on certain days because that's...idk when god decided you could do laundry) and the million other things (i could go on and on but who needs it) please just know if i am irritating or annoying i am living with a giant overgrown toddler that i have to take care of and i can't afford to go elsewhere because capitalism and im slowly going insane.