#im not debating anyone on this so again don't even try that shit

[cold-red-venom]

Okay so I've just gotten a sudden wave of disability pride month posts on my feed, which is not a problem, I don't have a problem with it at all, however I do have a problem with the fact that almost all of the posts are just physically disabled people shitting on mentally disabled people who are able-bodied. Please keep reading, I'm going to put a cut here because its a bit of a long post

Most of them are by the same person, or same couple of people, and they are making them under the guise of pointing out the issue of able-bodied mentality disabled people being ableist to physically disabled people. But when you read through them, what they are saying and how they are saying it really isn't that.

All I'm seeing is basically them saying 'you're not disabled enough for me because you can still move you're body and you should be ashamed of yourself for that, and so now I'm going to make you feel like an idiot and a child and also you're ableist if you call me out.'

And I keep seeing the same person saying that they're making posts about physically disabled people for physically disabled people on their blog about disabled people when instead the whole post is just them complaining (quite aggressively too) about mentally disabled people. They keep saying that just because you're neurodivergent doesn't make you immune to being ableist, but that goes both ways. Just because you're physically disabled doesn't make you immune to being ableist either

I'm seeing people complain about how physically disabled people are being verbally harassed when they are quite literally doing the same thing to mentally disabled people at the same time. I even saw them complaining about someone saying we should all be supporting each other. They keep saying "make your own post" but then come into the replies of those posts and keep bitching. And then they have the audacity to complain about being called ableist and try to turn it around on mentally disabled people again.

I understand that it can be and is a problem but holy shit, you don't need to do it back. It's a problem enough for some mentally disabled people not feeling comfortable enough to call their disability a disability, even though that's what it is, because they don't feel like they're disabled enough and you are not helping. This time is for all of us, not just you. We are supposed to be proud of ourselves, each other, and support each other, and all you are doing is shitting on other people just because they aren't disabled enough for you. And then for you to tell them to get over themselves. No, you need to get over yourself.

You are not more special just because your disability is physical. We are not less disabled just because we are still able-bodied.

[gothgoblinbabe]

She Wolf

A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!

Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)

divider credit here

“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

You looked up from your desk towards Ororo’s voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.

“God, I don’t know, ‘ro. I don’t think I should. It’s just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.”

You’d had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. You’d probably be considered best friends by now with how much time you’d spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic ‘tough guy’, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You weren’t exactly a seemingly ‘soft’ type either.

You’d spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. You’d been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldn’t live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought you’d find some ‘help’. You’d been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. You’d never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You weren’t an animal. You just had teeth like one.

Knowing you couldn’t lurk in town much longer, you’d hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that you’d met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now. 

“I think you're underestimating how he feels about you,” Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week. 

“I think you’re overestimating how he feels about me,” you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.

Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again. 

“Are you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?”

You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scott’s voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.

“Okay, Logan, you’re gonna be the dog,” Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand. 

He was definitely not as amused, “why do I have to be a damn dog?”

Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, “you’re the thimble.”

She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play. 

It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie. 

“I think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,” Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.

“And what we have, obviously,” Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.

“Gross,” Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer he’d hidden in the back of the fridge.

“I think someone is jealous,” Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.

“Of having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,” he scoffed.

As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasn’t a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.

Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.

“You don’t seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think you’d be cute together,” she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.

“Nah, definitely not my type of girl.”

It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You couldn’t take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze. 

Definitely not my type of girl. 

“I think I should head to bed, it’s getting late,” you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

“What the hell was that?” Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.

“That was so mean,” Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.

“I didn’t mean to be,” Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, “…do you think she’s mad at me?”

“Probably more hurt than mad,” Jean said honestly. 

“Shit,” he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, “what do I say?”

“Not that,” Marie replied, “why did you even say that anyway? You could’ve just said no.”

“I think you like her and you’re being mean so that she wont like you back because you’re afraid,” Ororo said after a moment of silence. 

Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.

“Am I that easy to read?” His voice was muffled through his hands.

The rest of them couldn’t help exchanging knowing smiles.

“So you finally admit it,huh? You’ve got a crush,” Scott teased.

Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, “you shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Jean whispered to her boyfriend.

“Talk to her when you see her tomorrow. We’re not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you can’t accept your own,” Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.

“Do you think she’s even gonna talk to me?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.

It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers. 

Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.

“Have you guys seen her? I’ve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed. 

“She’s in her room,” Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, “she went up before dinner, said she wasn’t hungry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, “she’s skipping dinner now too, great.”

“Go talk to her!” She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing. 

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.”

Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.

Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot you’d leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like you’d gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.

“She’s in her room, she went up before dinner,” Ororo answered.

“No, she’s not. And her purse is gone.”

Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.

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Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybody’s phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid you all have your work cut out for you,” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“So, where is she?” Ororo asked, worry in her voice. 

“There is a club called The Nightcrawler - “ Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently. 

“Club? What, like a book club?” He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable. 

“Maybe we should just let her have fun,” Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.

Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. You’d spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasn’t sweatpants and a hoodie. You’d settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that you’d bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you weren’t Logan’s ‘type of girl’, you sure as hell were somebody’s. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more. 

“I feel ridiculous,” you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. That’s how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didn’t look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne. 

“Sure, why not?”

As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Ironic,” you muttered under the music.

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Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.

“Logan, slow down!” Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

“What if she didn’t even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?”

“Oh,” Jean laughed, “ I see. You’re jealous.” 

“No.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“So you’d be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?” 

Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, “sure, whatever,” feigned disdain in his voice.

The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people. 

“This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Scott shouted.

“Not necessarily,” Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.

“What?” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free 

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

You didn’t even look like you. He’d never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter. 

And you were with a guy.

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

“So, what did we tell you?” Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.

“Just some kid,” he replied dismissively, turning to her, “doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“You sure?” Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.

That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way. 

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys

I just want to enjoy 

By having a very good time

And behave very bad in the arms of a boy

You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.

The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

“Touch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.”

You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you weren’t bluffing. 

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

“God damn it,” Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him. 

“Logan!” Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Shit, I’m kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?” He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.

“Come on,” Logan snapped, “we’re leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?” You yelled back. You didn’t want to stay anywhere near that guy but you weren’t ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.

“Hey, she doesn’t really look like she wants to leave with you, man,” the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants. 

“Yeah? She doesn’t want to stay with you either, jackass,” Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, “she’s not interested.”

What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs. 

“No one’s gonna fucking ask what I want, right?” You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you. 

“Your little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?” The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Logan’s hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time. 

“Alright - enough, enough, we’re leaving!” Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, turning to Logan, “and what the fuck was that?”

“What was that? You’re welcome - “ 

“I didn’t ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?”

“Oh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,” he scoffed, “he had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.”

He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, “Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and you’d definitely never snapped at Logan like that before. 

You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to the rest of them,” but why are you guys here?”

“You left without saying anything, we couldn’t find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,” Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, “we’re so glad you’re okay.” 

You hugged her back.

“I just - I wanted to disappear for a while,” you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scott’s gaze. 

“Do you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?” Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.

“Shut it! Enough from you! You’ve done enough damage control!”

The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.

“Honey, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but,” she paused, thinking over her words, “what were you gonna do to that guy if we hadn’t stopped you?”

You understood what she meant immediately. 

“What, you think I was going to kill him?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, “I wasn’t. I don’t do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.”

“I know…so, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?” she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, “he seemed kinda shady.”

Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.

“Liked the attention, I guess,” you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, “it’s been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.”

“He only wanted one thing from you anyway,” he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.

“And I can’t want it either?”

That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said ‘you asked, you got the answer’.

You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom. 

“What’s going on with you?”

“Leave me be.”

You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out. 

“Logan.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.

“Move.”

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on with you. You don’t disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - “

“There’s nothing to talk about. Goodnight,” you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.

“I care about you, you know, I was worried,” he began to explain.

You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasn’t in the room.

“Yeah? Why?,” you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, “I’m not your type of girl. What’s there to worry about?”

Logan’s face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him. 

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you went out?”

“Why do you care?” 

You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.

“Stop.” 

You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.

You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings -“

“I’m not.”

He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“I only said that - listen, I only said that because - “ Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.

“Please, don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Logan.”

You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “I only said that because I didn’t want you to like me.”

You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.

“It worked, are you happy?”

“No, I’m not - “

“Well, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.”

You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldn’t quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldn’t really help it once it started. 

“Oh, god, please, don’t cry,” he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldn’t look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.

“I’m so sorry, princess, I am. I’m really fucking stupid,” he huffed. 

You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. He’d called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name. 

“And what happened there, at the club? ‘She’s not interested’, what was that about?” You continued.

He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasn’t much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.

“I like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldn’t like me back and it would save you the trouble.”

Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.

“Save me the trouble of what?”

You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.

“I don’t know…having to deal with me, I guess. I - I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.”

You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you. 

“And earlier, when we picked you up,” he continued, “I acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Can’t stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I don’t know.”

You’d never heard him sound so nervous in all the time you’d known him.

“You are my type of girl,” he finally choked out, “only type of girl I’d ever want.”

All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind. 

“It’s alright if you hate me, I can’t say I really blame you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to walk out, convinced he’d fucked up beyond repair.

“Logan.”

Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you. 

No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top. 

“You’re not something to deal with, you know,” you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldn’t wallow in self pity because you didn’t want me.”

“You were trying to get over me,” he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, “I deserved that.”

After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.

“Did it work?”

His voice was low and soft, a tone you’d rarely heard him speak with.

You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath. 

“No. I don’t think it was ever going to, either,” you laughed a little, “when that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didn’t look anything like you.”

Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.

Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.

You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him. 

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.

“We should’ve done that much sooner,” you giggled.

“Agreed.”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.

He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasn’t long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, “I was so stupid.”

“We both were,” you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.

“L-Logan,” you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.

He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, “Can I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.”

His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“Mmm, uh-huh,” you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck. 

“You have to use your words, pretty girl,” he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.

“Y-yes, yeah - please,” you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.

“Please what, baby?”

“You - you can make it up to me,” you groaned into his neck. 

He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back. 

“Can I take this off you, baby?”

You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.

“Eager, huh?”, he chuckled, “let me, sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.

You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking. 

“Ah - Logan,” you whined, making him smile against your skin.

“I like it when you say my name, pretty girl,” he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs. 

Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.

He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

“I thought about you a lot, you know - like this,” he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.

You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.

“I thought about you like this, too,” you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.

“Yeah?”

His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.

“This what you think about when you fuck yourself?” He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.

You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.

“Y - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.”

He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name. 

A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”

It was Scott.

 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just - just tired,” you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.

“You sure?”

You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing. 

“Yup, th-thank you, m’ jus’ gonna go to bed.”

Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.

Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“Logan, I’m - “

“C’mon, pretty girl, c’mon.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,” he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.

“Fuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,” you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.

He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers. 

“I could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,” he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.

Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“You’re into pain, huh?” 

You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, pretty girl,” he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing. 

When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy you’d ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.

“What, are you nervous? It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him. 

You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking. 

“ ‘m not nervous, I want you, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist. 

“You sure?” he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust. 

You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back. 

Logan couldn’t help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.

“So tight,” he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.

“You - fuck - you’re so fucking big,” you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Feels good?”

It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size. 

“Mm - uh-uh,” you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him. 

“Y-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,” you whimpered.

That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress. 

He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.

“S-someone’s gonna - someone’s gonna hear us,” you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again. 

“Don’t care, let ‘em,” he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you. 

He really didn’t have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure you’d never looked more beautiful. 

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one he’d considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.

“Bite me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, “are you sure?”

“Please.”

You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.

He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip. 

“Please.”

His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didn’t enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again. 

You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds. 

Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm. 

“ ‘s good, huh, princess? Come on me, c’mon,” he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.

“Want me to stay?”

“Mhm - please.”

The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “you know I love you?”

The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried you’d misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.

“Really?”

“Of course. You think I would’ve done that with you if I wasn’t in love?”

You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since he’d bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasn’t the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didn’t have to be. 

“I love you too,” you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

“I should’ve told you much sooner,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.

Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.

“You can make it up to me some more.”

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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks

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petition to ban anomalocarises from the local sandbar. theyre so fucking big and it's freaking everyone out and me personally ion want a trilobite muncher looming over me when im trying to have a drink.

🪲 trillybite17 Follow

they dont call them the ABNORMAL shrimp for nothing, they're fucking weird

🎸 punkrock-halluci Follow

No, you know what petition needs to be started? One to get rid of ignorant bigots like you. Have you ever SEEN an Anomalocaris ever eat– let alone ATTACK– a trilobite? No, you haven't. Because they DON'T EAT TRILOBITES. Do some fucking research before you say shit like this.

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fyi if you get rid of anomalocarises from public spaces then you will quite literally starve. you know those dead soft-bodied organisms yall scavenge and eat? yeah anomalocaris is the one providing those for you. as a scavenger myself i have been personally impacted by loss of food due to unfair treatment of anomalocarises that have forced them to leave the shallows that i live in and let me tell you eating detritus and nothing else is literally awful. please think twice before you post something prejudiced like this.

🩶 pleurae71 Follow

common hallucigenia + marrella W

ignore the OP, i promise most of us trilobites aren't like them- i don't even know why this is a debate. i guarantee they've never stepped outside of their little rock cave in their life

🌀 xcorynexospikesx Follow

LMFAOO they deactivated☠️

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🫧 cambripuns Follow

What do you call a Hurdiidae without any eyes? A Hurddae!

♟️vampeytoia Follow

actually you'd call it 'uncle maximilien' because my uncle maximilien was hatched with no eyes

💼 stanley-shrimp Follow

Valerie, you and I both know damn well that you do not have an "Uncle Maximilien," let alone one with no eyes. Stop lying on the internet and stop leaving your soft-bodied organism carcasses on my front sandbed. It smells putrid.

♟️ vampeytoia Follow

wow ok mr fun police. just go and piss on my parade like that

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👾 fiveeyedcoolguy Follow

giys i.m tripping bals rn lol. shuld not hv eaten tge 'detritus " browni e from the hallucigna.. i saw thr magic anomllcrais

🪱 pinkpikaiapage Follow

What?? Elaborate

👾 fiveeyedcoolguy Follow

He told me a prophecy

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🦐 apexshrimpy Follow

she cambrian on my period till i explosion

#anomalo talks #misc tag #is this hash tag funny or no?

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🎸 punkrock-halluci Follow

thinking about dying my spikes again. what color should i get?

🍢 leancho852 Follow

Do magenta to match your skateboard!!

🎸 punkrock-halluci Follow

ohh that's actually really smart thanks🙏

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🪨 shalesifters Follow

🧽 the-odontogriphus767 Follow

yo wtf. none of these fuck the landmasses. we're all in the ocean for a REASON

🦪 biofilmer08 Follow

Hey, actually, a few other molluscs and I browse on the microbial biofilm :)

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🤓

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reblog if u get around by undulating ur lateral lobes

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📜 g-wiwaxia Follow

Did anyone else happen to see @shalesifters poll on the landmasses (followed by the reblog of the mollusc)? I'd like to think that I was born in the wrong generation. I should have been able to experience the joys of being a land-dweller. I may just have grown tired of being in the ocean every day; quite frankly I just want some sort of change or reform (especially considering the incredulous prices of jellyfish nowadays...)

#Rant #I hope you guys get the idea. I expect some (likely a copious amount of, actually) hate for this one, but regardless I thought that I'd share my thoughts here #I'd like to move to Laurentia

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⚜️ splendidmarrella Follow

omg thats me on the bottom in the middle! @romip51212 @kookykootenia look its us from earlier today

🫑 kookykootenia Follow

Woah whatt this is actually crazy

🍤 romip51212 Follow

yo i look rad in that.. changing my header immediately

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🦂 radiodont-radiostatic Follow

DNI if you support any of the anti-anomalocaris propaganda that's circling around. Sick and tired of the twisted lies that are being spread on here. I won't stand for the slandering of my brethren.

#static speaks #dni #will not hesitate to block and report any of you bigoted assholes

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q

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🍌 nectocarisking69420 Follow

I FUCKING LOVE DETRITUS

🍌 nectocarisking69420 Follow

Yo wtf was i on last night

🍢 leancho852 Follow

You were speaking your truth king. Don't hold back

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🪸 see-you-lagerstatte Follow

thought too long about the big white orb beyond the surface and broke down crying. What to do about this?

#why is it there?????? what is it???? #please im going insane over this

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born to say "nya!" and meow. forced to consume the coarse particles found on the sediment surface

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🌊 tidal-trilobite Follow

hey has anyone else noticed that it's been harder to breathe lately or is it just me? can't afford to go to the doctor for an exam rn

🦀 clackyappendages Follow

I thought that it was just me! I might sound crazy but have there been less archaeocyathids lately??

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i've had TWO neighbors pass away from hypoxia in the past month, definitely have noticed the breathing issues too. also i havent seen an archaeocyathid in so long either. so weird😬😬

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[neechees]

https://www.tumblr.com/baconvonmoose/762184790376136704/thank-you-look-i-know-people-mean-well-i-do-im?source=share

Reading all this and that's the first time ever I've seen someone say this about W*nd***.

Thought to bring this to your attention

I've always said that you'll get differing opinions about the Ice Cannibal because different groups might have differing opinions & protocol on the spirit on who can or can't say it or when, and like I've always specified I prefer it when people dont say it around ME.

But I'm kind of suspicious about this random user coming and saying "well I'm Native American" because of the way they're speaking. They say they're "a subdivision of the Algonquin" like there's no "subdivision" of the Algonquin UNLESS they're claiming to be of the Algonquin TRIBE and trying to talk about their specific community, but they don't specify it, and they seem to be equating Algonquin with Algonquian (a Language FAMILY), which is something a lot of Moniyawak & pretendians do.

Also, there's no "my tribe told the first version of the wend!g0 myth" like they claim they are, because again, multiple tribes believe in this spirit, and it'd be stupid & unfair to try claim authority on it for "the first" because we don't know who was "the first".

This user also claims that "it's a spirit that can possess people so it can look like anyone you know", I've talked with other ndns about this and there's even some debate over whether this "possession" thing is even true, at least for some tribes, because settlers were using this excuse to go and execute multiple Native people under the premise that they were "possessed" by a cannibal spirit (and how often do you think White people back then gave a shit about our spiritualities?). In many tribes, including mine, I know the ice cannibal is a spirit that exists in its own right but that also humans can turn into one.

This person is just acting like a jackass and doesn't seem to hang around other actual Native Americans who believe in our religions, because of the way they're talking, but want to act like an authority on our spiritualites. They don't even want to acknowledge that maybe they heard the "we don't say it" variation because of different beliefs in different tribes. Them calling everything I just mentioned fucking "misinformation" is itself misinformation, and completely fucking unfair of them. And the ice cannibal spirit isn't even the only spirit we do this with. We don't just avoid saying its name out of fear, it's also out of respect and protocol.

I've also never seen this person on ndn tumblr, & they don't seem to have an "ndn" tag. This might be a case of a White person suddenly claiming Native heritage to get in on a conversation that isn't theirs to have. With the way they're acting, talking about Native spirituality, etc, this sounds more like a White person with maybe some Native ancestry who doesn't actually hang around other ndns just trying to be an authority on something they have no fucking clue on & that they got all their information from white websites, because virtually everything they said was wrong.

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Six

Once again (just like with every morally grey character I think) there's a war between "she's a monster" and "she's an angel". Six, as a character, is very cool because there's no dialogue or anything in the Little Nightmares games, and a lot of things that are just not showed. The whole point is everyone can have their own interpretations and theories. But Six is just so disrespected by the fandom ! On one side, it's "she's a monster, we hate her, she's selfish and uses people to get what she wants !" On the other side it's "she's a kid and my favorite character so by default she can't be a bad person, she's actually a sweet and pure angel !" None of them are right. For the first ones... Six isn't that much of a monster. And I'm gonna say it : yes, she is a literal kid. That doesn't mean she can't be bad, but she thinks like a kid. She probably cared for Mono before she betrayed him – we can see her trying to help him when he was in the TVs. She probably has a reason why she betrayed him. There's a lot of different theories on that and none of them is more valid than the others because again you're meant to have your own interpretation, so I won't tell any of the popular theories here. You can think she did it for selfish reasons. That doesn't mean she's a literal monster, and that doesn't mean the people who don't think it was selfish are mischaracterizing her. For the second ones... I don't even know what to tell you. If there's one CLEAR thing in these games, it's that Six is morally grey and could do something scary at any moment. As the player you're literally MEANT to be scared of her and what she could do. In the first game you are meant to slowly realize her hunger isn't human. You can also see how she doesn't try to help any of the kids trapped here, she's just helping herself. In the second one she does scary thing all along the game to keep you scared that she could kill and eat Mono at any time, only for her to betray him in the worst way possible at the end. We don't know her reasons but she still did it. Six is a morally grey character. She's just a kid trying to survive in a world full of monsters. She's also full of darkness, acts like a creep and eats literal people. You can't say she's "just a monster", the same way you can't say she's "a little angel who did nothing wrong".

The whole thing with Little Nightmares is that the world is terrifying and horrible. It is eat or be eaten in the most literal sense. Six does what she has to to survive. Has she done some bad things? Yes. Was it her fault? …Debatable. But the fandom treats this CHILD like she’s the worst person to ever exist. Like, she’s not even ten years old. She’s a survivor. Mono did plenty of questionable things too, but I’ve never seen anyone hate on him.

Daisy Tonner

A lot of people just. Write her character off, especially in the earlier seasons, as acab. She did bad things as a cop while she was being taken over by an evil eldritch entity, but everyone just kinda focuses more on the do part than yk. Evil eldritch entity. Now I ain’t gonna justify her actions, she was indeed kinda a bitch, but she was also under the influence of the Hunt, and been for I think decades at the point where we first meet her. Afterwards she ofc got her redemption arc, but everyone (both in canon, but also fandom) treated her like shit even after that, when she was trying to be better. Idk, maybe I’m a daisy simp, maybe IM the one viewing the character wrong, idk. I’m just mad at everyone writing everything off as her being a cop when it was also A PRIMORDIAL GOD OF FEAR THAT WAS PRACTICALLY POSSESSING HER

Girl is a brutal cop who murders people. She is also someone who resisted the absolute pull of the Fears in TMA and didn’t hunt anyone for multiple weeks, something the main character couldn’t even do. She’s incredible bc she is literally like. Grey grey. She’s a fascinating character and cannot be good nor bad depending on how you interpret end actions vs intent.

She did try to slit the main character's throat, and she did do a ton of police brutality- BUT she got a redemtion arc. She tried to better herself. She gave herself over to a evil fear god in order to protect her friends. Her arc is about how it's never too late to try to be better, and about how you can accidently drag others down with you and about how sometimes we become monsters when we want to be better. And I swear- everyone either thinks she's evil or she's good. No inbetween.

[glasswingowl]

ep 7 spoilers under the cut

oooo snazzy new intro! love it

the fucking for rent banner lmao

OH

NORI MOMENT INCOMING

THE FUCKING SHADOW CLAWS SICK AS HELL

"get 048" awww friends :3

THEY KEEP THEM IN LOCKERS??

uh where did the sentinels go

oh you are so dead dude

OH THIS IS SO COOL

potential nori moment??? that's gotta be nori right??

hehehe crab

n instantly trying to go back for v ;-;

uzi ;-;

"robots like boxes, right?" tessa. bro. not cool.

oh SHIT

bonk

THAD AND LIZZY THAD AND LIZZY THAD AND LIZZY BELIEVERS WIN

v????

"i deserve this" n sweetie no!!!

oh not this again

AAAA-

THE FUCKING POSTERS-

????

OH. IT WAS THEM. THEY DESTROYED EARTH.

wait why didn't tessa mention this earlier? seems kind of important, no?

homegirls been taking flying lessons! good for her!

FUCKING NIGHTCORE????

oh here it comes. time to meet mama, uzi

:O

"you look familiar" uhhh. that's not a good thing

"I'm looking for a hunk named Khan" CONFIRMED NORI EVERYONE STAY CALM

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY DAUGHTER" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

oh it's just j. disappointing.

forgot how much i loved lizzy

Khan??

"MY WIFE"

"having interests beyond cannibalism and NIGHTCORE-"

i take back everything bad i ever said about khan he is the best

oh hey tessa's alive- what the fuck is she doing

SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO ARE ALIVE

wait wdym you don't know??

"not sure it needs you, buddy" what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

FNAF JUMPSCARE

YEVAAAAAAA

i'm choosing to believe that yeva is mute until proven otherwise

hand cutting again!! (is that meant to be a parallel to n and uzi? because if so...)

aww- o shit. well that explains that

I love nori. so much

poor doll.

y'know when everyone was coming up with predictions for nori's personality, i don't think anyone really guessed "AN EXACT COPY OF HER DAUGHTER" she even tells people to bite her!

i'm too lazy to copy the get a job stay away from her image just pretend it's here again

OH. OH HE JUST FKICING. well that's one way of picking a side

;-;- oh this is the hand scene wait no

SHIT

"your backups will forgive me" oh so he's just a plaything to her just like he was to tessa. man he just CANNOT catch a break can he

NORIIIIIII!

"you're frickin grounded" nori ma'am i love you

oh this is SICK AS HELL

slap

I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DAY ABOUT THIS FIGHT SO IM JUST GONNA SCREAM AAAAAAA

THE CAMERA CIRCLING AROUND A CHARACTER DEFENDING THEMSELVES FROM PROJECTILES/ENEMIES IS ALWAYS COOL I DON'T CARE HOW MANY TIME I SEE IT

N-

N YOU FUCKIN DUMBASS

solvers hate her! free you daughter from possession by forcing her to confront her relationship with her sort-of boyfriend!

THE FUCKING DELIVERY ON THIS SCENE IM DYING

oh ;-;

wait. WAIT WHAT

OH GOD OH FUCK. YOU GUYS WERE RIGHT.

Y'ALL AREN'T ALLOWED TO LAUGH AT ME FOR MIXING UP TESSA AND CYN THAT ONE TIME ANYMORE.

i can't tell if this is an effective compromise for the whole "wanting to see what tessa looks like vs no visible human characters" debate

still, sick as hell, and very on brand for liam vickers.

OH SHIT-

LMAOOOO-

WHAT THIS? BY GOD, IT'S KHAN, LIZZY AND THAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIRS!

"prior hazard" yeah you'd know wouldn't you

MYSTERY FLESH PIT

OH THIS. THIS FUCKING SCENE

uh.

OH. OH. THIS IS A HALLUCINATION RIGHT-

AND IT ENDS THERE????

[xxactlyperfect]

Im so scared of my friends (particularly one) finding out im a terf. she's heavily brain-rotted with liberal gender shit and is one of those 'dont generalize all men' girls. We've been friends for a long time and I love her dearly. I really don't want to lose her as a friend. We got in an argument today because I said all men are stupid and she went off on me. She said my logic for hating men (my logic was male socialization) was invalid because that would mean trans women are misogynistic. I just didn't even dare tell her what my real thoughts on trans people were. She follows my tumblr account (which is part of the reason im keeping this as anon, im also kinda embarrassed for venting to a stranger, but we are moots). I don't think I've posted anything super terfy on my account, but Im still scared she's gonna realize im a terf. Anyway Im so sorry for this weird vent😭You seem like a really chill person and since we're moots I hope this is okay. This fear has been festering in me for weeks and I cant talk about it with anyone I know irl. And our fight today made my fear worse.

I hope you have a good day again sorry if this weird

Hi anon. 🩷 Thanks for reaching out. Your concerns are valid and not weird at all. It's hard to be an opinionated woman in this climate. The years have been hectic.

Honestly, the best thing I can advise is to drop her. She is not a friend. I'm not saying friends can not have different beliefs, but when it comes to feminism... it's kinda like you either believe women deserve rights or you don't. And she seems to have her priorities straight. Sounds like in the worst case scenario she would drop you for a male. Also, she got so pressed over you saying such a basic phrase? That's really lame. Even past friends of mine who weren't particularly interested in feminism would joke about the KAM phrase and so on.

I think a friend would try to understand you and listen to you. She doesn't have to agree, but she sounds quite insufferable to debate with. Back when I was woke I had friends like that and genuinely it was impossible to get through to them.

It's sad to see our sisters fall down the hole of internalized misogyny. Naturally, we'd like to leave no woman behind. Unfortunately, some simply can not be saved. I hope she peaks eventually, until then, I advise on either being truthful with her or just moving on. She will drain you out. A part of radical feminism is to be unapologetic about your beliefs. I wish you the courage to stand up for what you think is important.

[dufferpuffer]

Ok, you win... not because I agree with what you say, but just because you once again managed to circle the discussion back to how dangerous and irresponsible Remus is, how he's a ticking time bomb and Severus's only hope is to set a bunch of 13 years old kids to kill him... I have lost the energy to debate. You seem to have an obsession with dehumanising and debasing Lupin's character and intentions that I simply cannot keep up with. The conversation about the appropriate responsibilities of a substitute teacher took a confusing turn. Terrorising your students can be considered good teaching as long as their grades are high. Way to foster interest and curiosity in young minds! He shows favouritism towards Slytherin (especially Draco) when he turns a blind eye to Slytherin students provoking their Gryffindor peers, but punishes Gryffindor students for fighting back with point deductions and verbal abuse. I'll give this to you: Snape can never be accused of giving more points to Slytherin as he has never given anyone any points.

I'm gonna do my typical response bullshittery underneath but I wanna say something really important to me first, even if I'm misreading tone and it doesn't apply here:

I honestly don't see this sort of thing as a win-lose sort of activity, more of a back and forth tug-of-war discussion game. I'm not trying to win, I'm trying to yap - to put thoughts and feelings into words and analyze what I think and why. Because that's fun. I'm sorry you've lost energy for it, if that's a bad thing - and not just a neutral 'gonna go play with other toys' sort of thing.

If it isn't too presumptuous of me to give advice (it is, ik it is): If you're walking up a hill into someones room (or their ask box) with the mindset of 'winning' being to change their mind... you're setting yourself up for loss. It's harder 'attacking' than it is 'defending', though I really hate to use those terms for talking about HP on Tumblr.

By that framework - I've 'lost' too. You've come onto my home turf and I haven't changed your mind.

Of course you'd be frustrated that I don't see things the same way as you when you've put good effort into presenting interesting points, I probably seem like a brick wall - but you haven't lost and I don't think of you as losing. I enjoy talking with you, Anon, and im glad you've climbed my hill to chat with me, even if it's ended up being tiring.

I really wanted to make that clear. As much as I like discussions and even getting a little heated or catty over things, I would hate to leave people feeling bad about engaging with shit we both love. I like when the internet is a passionate, happy place. If I've dampened that passion or happiness... that isn't who I want to be. I'm scared of that being my impact on people. I hope I haven't, and I am sorry if I have. That thought makes me feel sad.

I suppose I have circled around to Remus being irresponsible beyond that of the classroom - because it's difficult for me to separate it.

In a normal, non-magical, non-HP school situation: Would Severus have been a bad substitute teacher and Remus completely fair? Yeah, sure. But the situation is so far removed from that. The stakes are so ridiculously high - both in reality and in Severus' mistaken, deluded perception - that pushing it into that little bubble seems pointless.

Everything Severus did was coloured by his fear of Remus' 'plot'. Everything Remus did was coloured by his desire to stay hidden. How could I separate their actions from their motives...?

Severus thinks Remus is going to come in with a chainsaw on a murder-spree one day. That Remus is biding his time, gaining trust, pied-pipering kids into his office, making a show of crushing any respect for what Severus has to say...

Remus teaches a Defend-Against-Murderers class. How ironic. Hands tied behind his back and his collar chained firmly to the ground by Dumbledore - Severus marches in and says "Can anyone tell me how a chainsaw works? No? Of course fucking not - RIGHT: 10 million word essay on Chainsaw Murderers."

I just can't treat that as unreasonable...? To treat all that as a simple discussion of teaching tactics... It seems like twisting the complexity of it to make Severus look bad, rather than taking the context of the situation into account.

Severus teaching 13yr olds how to kill Remus:

He isn't. He wants to keep the students out of harm’s way. Protecting them is the core of everything he ever does.

He isn’t training kids to become werewolf hunters, or teaching them to identify someone with Lycanthropy among healthy people - because you can't. He's teaching is how to differentiate a dangerous magical creature like a transformed werewolf, something ranked as dangerous and untameable as Dragons and Acromantulas, from a regular wolf.

He wasn't saying "And how many days would it take for a person with Lycanthropy to recover from their full moon?" or ANYTHING that'd directly clue kids into thinking about people with Lycanthropy. (Though I'm sure he hoped it'd happen - and got his wish.) He only talks about the wolves. The dangerous form.

That isn't training kids to kill Remus for him. And if Severus really wanted to kill Remus, he could have done so in the shack when he believed Remus purposefully didn't take his potion and was about to tear Harry, Ron, and Hermione apart.

Terrorising your students can be considered good teaching as long as their grades are high. Way to foster interest and curiosity in young minds!

The point is that he doesn't do that nearly as much as he seems. The whole point of the narrative is that Harry see's all the bad shit he does - which is bad, of course it is - and ignores everything else.

The evidence being that few others particularly dislike him. Neville gets over him. Hermione defends him. Other students show mild annoyance with him at most because he is strict and an ass - but also say they enjoy his classes, and they do well in them.

They do so well that despite being an ass that holds nobody's hand he has an insane success rate - and willingly populated classes. Would he be a better teacher if he was more like Lupin and could change his teaching style to support those who are struggling? Of course he would be. I'd say Remus is a better teacher.

But Severus isn't a bad teacher.

He says mean shit - but its no meaner than McGonagall, nor is he more strict, nor does he show more house bias. The meanest thing anyone said to Hermione was probably Trelawney, whom she couldn't stand. She respects and defends Snape. Hagrid's classes range from dull to painful to endure, he doesn't teach them anything useful, mutters about students under his breath and is mainly teaching them how to torture animals to death.

None of that excuses Snape's bad behaviour - but it shows what students are used to. Severus is not a stand-out case. Harry just obsesses over him. We don't see everything Snape does, only what Harry notices - evidenced by the fact Severus has populated classes with students who choose to attend them.

It's not that terrorizing his students is 'good teaching'. It's that he is a good teacher regardless of that. He doesn't terrorize students - he terrorizes Harry, and has no patience for Hermione and Neville because they piss him off.

dehumanising and debasing Lupin's character

I'm not sure when I've ever done this, or how I managed it.

Remus Lupin is a complex guy, ruled by anxiety and self-loathing. He constantly battles guilt, overjustifying his actions to ease his cognitive dissonance. Despite this he has a habit of making rash, risky decisions - especially when it comes to affection and acceptance, which he shames himself for craving.

He bundles all his flaws in his fur coat, because thinking himself unworthy and unfixable is easier than learning to be a better man. His 'kin' are the werewolves far away from society, and it is cute that Harry has any faith in him - that's how he feels about himself.

He didn't want to be a teacher, didn't think himself worthy - but was talked into it with the promise of being able to try Wolfsbane. Wolfsbane wasn't what he hoped it'd be. He longed for the days where he could place his full moons into other peoples hands. When he felt less like something dangerous that had to be chained down. The best days of his life: having people fighting for his sake.

That's how he lives his life at Hogwarts: He tries to be the height of cool again. A fun teacher everyone likes, who gives easy work and marks leniently, who prioritizes fun over making sure all his students learn everything well. The opposite of Snape, who doesn't give a shit how his students are feeling as long as they are learning how to brew potions perfectly. You don't want a toad poisoned - or a werewolf poorly sedated.

Remus goes out of his way to peck Snape because he knows Snape can't bite back while on Albus' leash. He pushes himself up by pushing Severus down. Cheeky insults, feigned innocence, smug lies - allowing him to be humiliated. He leans on having others look after him every Full Moon, enjoying feeling normal and accepted. He turns away from his responsibility over not only his own condition but Sirius Black's behavior - fearing losing his happy place in Hogwarts and the affection he craves.

All of it - just like when they were kids. Remus hasn't changed. He knows he hasn't changed, and is disgusted with himself for it.

Like every other DADA teacher except Severus (who on a first read seems to follow the pattern but doesn't, that's the twist) Remus had selfish ulterior motives that didn't align with the children's best interests.

Is that a dehumanising, debasing read of his character...? I don't think it is. I think it is very human - and also very delicious, and also I very love him

[bitegore]

hello, im currently making a sort-of remake of your Blorbo Bleebus template (both to make a higher resolution image, darkmode version and transparent versions) and am debating making some changes to it (e.g. changing fruity to queer). Are there any changes you would make nowadays if you could?

originally put this at the end but the post got long so i'm moving it up here. Anyway I really appreciate you doing this and I also appreciate you reaching out about it. If you think I'm full of shit on any or all of the lines, feel free to completely ignore it, I don't mind. I would love to see your version when you're done! Good luck!

Anyway. Honestly I'd probably change up a lot of it - all of the elements were from various memes, and not all of them are in fashion. The only reason fruity is even on there (I don't particularly like the word myself either) is because the original meme that spawned the entire thing (including the idea of it being a blorbo rating system) was from a wine-flavor label - and thus "fruity" was a particularly awkward choice of a word for it to try to say "this tastes like grapes" lol. I don't think almost anyone who saw the sheet had seen that, though, or knew much about wine tasting (no shade, me either), so like a bunch of the other jokes it falls flat to basically everyone lmao.

These are what I would change. You don't have to do any of these, of course. But it's the ones I'd do. Sorry for how much it bounces around, most of them are just "the first thing i thought of after looking at the sheet again" so it's kind of random and not well organized.

#1: "Flavor Container" turned out to be a much more niche thing than I thought it was; replace it with something that gets at the idea of a character being an "archetype" or "really conentrated" amount of that kind of thing that works better and has more broad-spectrum immediate understanding Or just like, some other type of character-describing meme, up to you

#2: someone pointed out (rightly!) that there is one gender-specific subtype (himbo) on there but no female-specific gender subtype, and that the cat meme i put in as placeholder text on the character box uses he/him pronouns, which both kind of push it toward being gender-specific even though that wasn't what I had wanted. I'd either switch Himbo out for a more recent and less gendered meme or add a female-gendered meme (eg: "girlboss", "butch fatale", etc) to even out the subtypes, and swap out the pronouns on the cat meme for they/them instead of he/him. Might also be worthwhile to switch the bar option for "just some guy" for something like "just some rando" but honestly that doesn't have the same energy; I don;t think there is a properly gender-neutral equivalent for 'guy' that i can think of that won't sound forced and as long as it's not directed at anyone in particular I think that one can be left alone. Tbh if you're switching fruity out you should almost definitely also do these.

#3. i'm pretty sure calling things skrunkly is on its way out, i'd come up with a more recent meme adjective for the name spot i think

#4. one of the bars in the middle of the page goes between "1,000 tools" and "1,000 weapons", which (because I expected at most 30 notes) I figured would be similarly comprehensible to flavor container. It's meant to reflect an outlook on life, ie, do they build things up to solve problems or do they attack and tear down their problems? I don't think this is a very effective set and also it's not a good joke, so it's probably best to put something else there.

#5. the "you want them to have" section is clunky and not very good, which is because that was the last part i did when I made it and I rushed it because I was bored of the project by then. I think there are a lot more interesting things to talk about than "do they have sex" "do they have romance" "do they have friends" and "did you hate their ending specifically" BUT also i have been informed that this is the shipping website and I'm not really a huge shipper, so my lack of interest in most of the contents of those boxes might not be reflective of everyone else's! Please use your best judgement here, if you like that bit then you can absolutely keep it. That being said I think it would be interesting to get into something like "tropes" instead, switching out the idea of like, desirable plot beats for the character with like, desirable common storytelling tropes or something to suhove the character into, or genres, or w/e. it would also suit the rest of the sheet better. i also think it would be more fun to be filling in boxes like "go in the dark" and "bonk on head with giant mallet" and "hunted for sport" than "more romance" and "less romance", if you follow me lol

#6. The idea of the slider bars is fine, but the shape is apparently kind of tough for people to work with unless they're confident drawing digitally in some way, so intead of doing a straight black line with a black line down the center, I would do an outlined bar with a black line down the center, sort of like the below. I think this will be easier for people to fill in with a paint bucket tool or w/e and hopefully save some wrists.

#7. I keep seeing comments asking for it to be a fillable PDF as well, which is like, not something I am capable of making if I'm honest. I don't do PDFs. No idea if you do, but if you do have the ability, it might be a solid plan to make it as a PDF first so it can be converted into a fillable PDF somehow. I took a stab at doing that yesterday but then i got frustrated and bored and gave up lol.

#8. tbh if you're making it a bigger resolution this might not be an issue but the text is really kind of small. I'd probably change the image ratio and scale a lot of the text up, sort of like this (sorry i am not working on a computer where i have robust photo editing tools or the original file so i am just sort of cutting it up in photopea with my mouse so it looks kind of jank). The reason for this is because the program I made it in just sort of opened with a printer-paper-sized page and i went "cool, I can work with that" and didn't change it. But when sharing and posting it, it becomes hard to read.

(this also doesnt really work... i'm not very good at optimizing things for post-readability ;-;)

#9. the slider between "stupid as shit" and "scary-smart" isnt that good, i'd swap it for "not the..." and "sharpest tool in the shed" respectively, because i think that that is more fun. or something along those lines

#10. I already said I would change this bit out entirely, but if you do keep the "you want them to have" section mostly as-is, the last eight or so don't really fit with what's already there - "freedom", "catharsis", "justification", "The Realization", "revenge", "conseequences", "sympathy" and "a satisfying ending" are about the writing the character is situated in, but "a better/worse time", "better/worse situation", "more/less trauma", "more/less healing", "more/less/different romance", "more/less/different sex", "more/less/different friends", "painful isolation" and "a family" are about relationships and emotional experiences the character is having in-universe. I guess you could leave freedom, revenge and consequences in there, but they don't really suit it well. I'd either switch the last handful for things that fit the theme (and also the more/less/different/none scheme), or make the entire thing center around the writing choices in the original narrative they're from.

#11. If you're redoing it from the ground up, you also get to pick a better font... I badly wish I had done all the titles in Impact (the meme font, you know the one) because I think it would've been funny. I probably would've put like, "bottom text" at the very bottom of the page too but that's probably not as funny to anyone who isn't me. I didn't want to bother tweaking it when I finished it, so it has NBOS's default font (I think it was Arial Black?) instead.

#12. I'd probably switch "soft and sweet" to "cinnamon roll", i've seen that one make a comeback recently and also it's so old that the fact that it's out of date brings some kind of humor to it along with it in a way that "soft and sweet" doesn't really do.

#13. "aspirational character" doesn't really do anything in the subclass list anyway - it's not interesting or funny and much of what it covers is also covered by "just like you fr" and "braincell haver", so i'd also replace that one with a more interesting recent character meme.

#14. tbh the checkboxes underneath the picture box were me taking a bunch of potshots at Batman specifically (well, besides murderer, but that was beacuse I needed another line). In the spirit of it, if you have a particularly common Kind of blorbo that other people keep putting on your dash nowadays, it would probably make sense to take their traits and put them in there instead until if you check all of them off you get that character instead. Keep it updated and fresh and fun and all that lol.

Also - last things-

please don't write me in as the "original creator" or w/e - I was cribbing so much from so many other people and places that I don't really feel like it's worth crediting it all to me, all I did was grid it out. No idea if that was part of your plan but if it was like. don't worry about it, if it wasn't, then that's great because that works for both of us :D

understand if you're not interested or don't want it, but if it would be helpful, I can send you a probably way higher resolution version than is floating around on Tumblr if you like - the program I made it with was designing it to be a printable sheet so it's a high enough resolution that the edgtes would all print nice and crisply, I think Tumblr just has a maximum image size and my layout didn't work very well with it lmao

[yunwooz]

I’m sure you’re getting a ton of these so I apologize, but I appreciate that you offered your inbox as a place to rant. I’m so hurt and confused and disappointed right now. I honestly don’t believe Mingi is a bad person, but I don’t understand how anyone could recommend something with themes like that (if that’s even what he was doing in the clip).

I had to read a book called the end of alice for a college class and I seriously debated failing the class so I wouldn’t have to continue reading it, it was that bad. I would never ever recommend it to anyone, even if it is a piece of writing that doesn’t glorifying pedo shit. It was too much and it made me physically sick.

I’m having a hard time rn bc atz is the main thing keeping me going. I’m so for ot8 and I felt safe with them as my ult group of three years, but now I’m just so hurt and sick I’m not sure what to think. Anyways, I hope you’re doing well and I appreciate this blog as I’ve been following you for a while now.

please don't apologize :( there's been such a whirlwind of emotions and information and reactions, and one of the downsides of these situations is the mental effect it has on people and it makes it hard to try to find a way to reason with and process everything. it's made even more difficult because it's impossible to know the full context, it's impossible to know why the show was mentioned by him in particular, what his opinion was, whether he consumed the entirety of the season 1 of the show, or anything like that - and having so many unknowns only serves to make anxieties steeper

there have been so so many instances in which i have stopped reading a webtoon or a manga or stopped watching a movie/anime immediately because of something unwarned and undisclosed suddenly popping up. so much of these sorts of media nowadays are built on controversial shock-pieces to make people talk about it or to romanticize a horrible relationship. im shocked that you were made to read a book like that for a college course tho that is so beyond disgusting and i'm so sorry that you had to deal with that for a fucking class

your feelings are totally valid tho, these people and groups are oftentimes a form of escapism for us to try to hide away from reality and the bad things happening around us, so when those bad things suddenly invade those spaces, it can be really jarring. and it's hard to get back to that feeling of safety again after it's been rocked even just a little bit, but please do take some time away from things and for yourself or even just offline for a little bit to focus on yourself more than anything ❤️ i'm doing well myself, in a similar state of reeling i appreciate you very much ❤️

[askginenbardock]

Rant on Social Media and Comparing Ourselves to others

Took like a 2 day break from social media like tiktok insta all that and honestly i realized im much happier because when i went back on there and started seeing ppl i instantly compared myself to them and felt awful about it. I think ima keep insta and tiktok deleted cuz the more I go on there the less productive I am and the more insecure I get.

Like even when im on twitter i see something that depresses me and its like fuck this shit I was happier before I saw this. I think tumblr is a safer space bc its mostly art and fanfics on here lmao. The more im on social media ESPECIALLY Tiktok and insta and twitter the more depressed I get and youtube shorts too honestly bc that shit is like insta. you see all these ppl doing cool shit and looking amazing and couples that seem perfect and its like I fucking hate being on here like I wasnt comparing myself before but now I am.

I find that reading books and listening to podcasts and watching political debates is better for my mental health than doom scrolling seeing all these attractive people and just starting to think about changing my looks and its like... I don't want to do that. Like if I change my body for someone else I wont feel good about it I want to be happy and healthy but I dont wanna be over-policing my body and my face and my skin and worrying about every pimple and how my teeth arent straight and how my chest is too flat. These things are okay like I'm a normal woman. And I'm a person of color so most of these people I'm comparing myself to are people that fit the eurocentric beauty standard.

And sometimes I worry about the future man and think oh what if he sees those women on social media and thinks I'm not pretty.... but then again, perhaps my future man is wondering the same when he sees handsome men on social media and wonders if I'd fancy them I guess. I also realized that a man that loves me would never compare me to anyone else and wouldn't even be on instagram watching those people in the first place. I don't know how to feel at this point. I just deleted tiktok and insta and im trying to avoid the bad content that triggers feelings of insecurity and jealousy as much as possible for my mental health when it comes to youtube and twitter since I use them to know about politics. But yeah thats my rant.

[madonnawhorecom]

What bugs me about this is less of: should my brother have to do this without any guidance at all

Vs

If he wants his check back, he has to do the work to get it thats legally required of it.

Hes an adult, hes 20. I can give him accommodations such as a script and a timeline. I know he has adhd. He can write it down. I don't mind doing that, but he has to have the initiative as an adult to WRITE things down. And REMEMBER things. And if he cant remember the information, then he has to write it down. Theres no changing that.

Hes not cognitively dysfunctional to qualify for someone to take medical power of attorney of him, nor can he have anyone else speak for him at these meetings.

Our mama straight up told me she would help me when i was 17 and i better pay attention bc she wasnt gonna do shit for me once i wad 18. And she put me out a week before i actually turnt 18.

Whether or not that was right of her isnt for debate, bc one thing my mama did was instill the sense of "this check is your lifeline" and she was right. My aunt was trying to say i thought he was too stupid to get a job, and i know ny brother isnt. But we live in an ableist society where people with different needs arent even tolerated in public spaces let alone in minimum wage jobs for long.

And i was asking him, do you want to be independent, do you want to be treated and live like an adult. Hes 20 and has to ask permission to leave the house. Hes grown. He has no legal obligations to anyone. I straigjt up want him to cut his grandma off bc like, why is he living like he 13? Hes a fully grown man.

And ofc my aunt kept switching it up, oh hes mentally 13 (no tf hes not. Hes mentally 20, going on 21.) Oh well nobody ever taught him that - im teaching him that. Oh well hes quiet because hes anxious. He needs to speak rhe fuck up

Standing behind me is someone who neither loves him nor cares if he dies on rhe street and they want to ensure that he neither gets the insurance or pocket change he may survive off of.

Then she was like youre not like him hes autistic and every argument oh he has emotional pain yadda yadda dadada as if i grew up with pockets of posies and sunshine and lollipops and never struggled with anything. I told her the last time i got hospitalized i was almost raped and murdered whixh also made her pivot bc that shit dont work. She knows shes called the police on me for crying and having an episode. She knows i tried to kill myself too. Like that schizoaffective disorder is on the exact same level as his autism. We both have low need of care. He can do this shit

Like how he faked not being able to tie his shoes and lied to mama everyday to stay out of school

Idk why theyre treating him like an invalid, but the fun part is that my aunt has these arguments that have weight to them. Her guilt tripping me about stuff my mama did in the womb weighs more than her lying and saying mama was an angel who never did anything wrong bc she's gonna want to use that again later

My aunt is a narcissist though, and it makes sense bc apparently both of my grandmothers were too. And my aunt donna and my sister shukira. So i mean ig its understandable but she has to be the biggest victim and if she can reference her supposed sacrifice and switch up her arguments every other sentence she will

But that doesnt help my brother! Which is the issue. James needs fucking help and age appropriate help. He cant answer basic questions about himself without someone giving him the answers.it was to the point where i was surprised he even knew his birthday.

Thats not autism, thats coddling and learned helplessness. He doesnt even wanna live like that anymore. Thats the part that makes me sick is that hes ALWAYS listened to me wjen i advocated for his autonomy and independence. His actual anxiety doesnt matter in this scenario, but instead his discontent with being robbed of knowing his own history is what we need to focus on.

He's gonna ne anxious for life. I am. We all are. Nobodys happy either. But giving up instead of working to achive happiness is how you die before youre buried. And ik for a fact my aunt is dead.

Its just argh. It pisses me off. Im trying to teach him how to fish but everyones saying theyll give feed it to him knowing theyre half way to the grave.

Its so funny i can successfully evade my aunts guilt trips by leaning into her same logic even when shes switching up her arguments by pulling up the "facts" by repeating what shes said directly

She was like "why are you being so mean ans talking about your mama like that she loved you, she never treated you like that she wasnt money hungry like that"

And i went "you know your sister. The same sister you said would steal diaper money from your dresser, you know what she was like" made her switch up her tune soooo fast

Cant manipulate me anymore ✌🏽🥰✌🏽

[peppertaemint]

Apparently there's some bts enlistment video coming out soon, and of course armys are bringing up taemin's own personal struggles again, and not only them, non shawols spreading misinformation about what he went through, like, it was bad enough, people don't need to embellish to make it sound worse. And honestly, worst of all, even worse than armys using him as some kind of example for why bts should be exempt, I've seen people using his experience as a joke.

I'm so angry i dont even know if im writing coherent sentences. Why can't people just leave him alone? Every other day if it's not people using his struggles and misrepresenting them, it's fandoms with a one sided beef trying shit on him.

This enlistment period has honestly been the worst and I should have known Taemin's would be, but just how much worse it's been???? Wtf.

I understand your anger, Anon. It's gross behavior to say the least. But I think at this point we're lucky to have news that TM is doing well. As Key said on their anniversary, he's able to do some things without anxiety. How cool is that?

Does it make me livid to see people using his "story" to make irrelevant points about people who are not in the same position as him? Yes, of course. And anyone embellishing (honestly some of the rumors are heinous and unfounded, smh) publicly for the sake of their "favs" is soulless.

His enlistment period has felt hard, and that is because it became obvious in a way it wasn't before that he was unwell. People do need to stop making his situation about them because it's really not; it's singular.

Do army think all of BTS have undisclosed conditions? If they're still using him for weird clout-y debate points, then they haven't thought through the implications of what they're saying. And anyone making a joke of it is, of course, heartless. The problem that will continue is that what I just wrote will fade into the background and people will focus on the narrative that enlistment made him ill. That is a false narrative... but it's difficult to fight misinformation because who wants to go around having these conversations, especially on Twt or whatever? Sigh.

[stargaze-issei]

𝟎𝟕; 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

↳ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? will you be able to move on with someone else, or will he manage to get you back?

-ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˊˎ-

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; i chose to do a written chapter because i wanted to give depth to what y/n feels for both kuroo and tsukishima though im sorry for doing it this early 😞

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @elianetsantana @kuxredere @kiritokunuwu @haikyuu-bitch @kellesvt @virgoamajiki @mirikusashes @dabisdominion @halparkebitch @kingkagss @sana-li @just-snog-already @l0veyoubetter @angrylittleriri

before tsukishima's tweet upload, you had already put your phone away. not that it mattered to the blonde guy, obviously, because he was sure you wouldn't even think it was to catch your attention. either perks or drawback of being hung up on someone as oblivious as you were, he thought.

you, on the other hand, were using the days away from your routine to take tsukishima out of your mind, and so far, you were doing a pretty good job. just as you tilted your head up, kuroo handed a bottle of beer towards you, winking an eye while at it. you smiled, trying to ignore the butterflies beginning to form in your belly. something within him had changed this past few days, sure, he was still the same old kuroo who cried after making you fell from your bike when you were six, but every little thing he did now, left you with a warm feeling inside, followed by a subtle fear to the unknown. the only person who made you feel like that before was kei, in what seemed a lifetime ago.

"hey, snap out of it" kenma snapped his fingers in front of your face trying to get your attention back, "this is a serious discussion"

"what was it, again?" you wondered, a little ashamed of having no idea of what your friends were talking. bokuto's mouth opened, completely offended at your question.

"who is a better princess, ana or elsa?" responded akaashi, before stuffing his mouth in french fries. you mocked in disgust, akaashi was one handsome man, but that image could easily destroy his reputation.

"well, elsa is a queen" bokuto jumped from his place at your comment, even more offended than before, pointing a finger at you.

"i can't believe you just said that! i can't– i had faith in you!" you arched your eyebrow, confident in your answer.

kenma took a sip of his drink before exposing his arguments on why ana was the better sister and a more fitting queen, with such a certainty you couldn't avoid a proud smile. this was the same boy who got panick attacks every time he had to speak in class. your head drifted to the black haired boy by your left, who held an entertained grin witnessing the serious debate. kuroo had refrained from giving his opinion, more focused on the increasing discussion than in making himself noticed. his fingers were playing with the mouth of the bottle, following a weird rythm with no sound. if you paid enough attention, you could catch on a lot of kuroo's little habits. your eyes found his when your look went back up, iniciating a blush in both. he looked away first, fairly scared to give away his secret, and so did you, scared to face what you knew was going on.

"look how fast bokuto starts screaming" kuroo whispered to you once he regained his composure, already smiling for what he was about to do. "all your princesses kiss the ground where moana walks, uncultured bastards" exactly as he predicted, poor bokuto started screaming insults at both you and kuroo.

"you don't know shit! what the fuck do you learn in college, huh? moana, for fuck's sake! you hear that, akaashi!?..."

kuroo walked to the couch, wheezing in laughter. everyone in your friend group knew that bokuto couldn't hold his alcohol at all, meaning he was a goner after four beers, and he would fight with anyone about anything, even things he didn't agree on. a sober bokuto would've agreed with kuroo, because he claimed proudly moana as his favorite movie. your legs moved on their own towards tetsurō, after laughing a little at how well kuroo could handle koutaro. his cheeks lighted up instantly when you cuddled against his body, not that someone could notice at such low lights. maybe it was the alcohol starting to make effect, but you didn't care at the moment, instead, you just buried your head on kuroo's chest before closing your eyes.

from the table, only a few meters away, both akaashi and kenma had their eyes glued on you, completely ignoring bokuto's tantrum about your past debate. kenma couldn't help but think an "i told you so", sighing simultaneously with akaashi. in fact, akaashi wasn't sure about kuroo's feelings for you, but he did have an idea. the way the former captain looked at you wasn't friendly in any form

"what are you doing?" muttered tetsurō, low enough for only you to hear. your heart skipped a beat at that question, afraid to have mistaken the signs, if there were any signs to be mistaken.

"do you want me to move away?" your soft voice managed to hide every hint of doubt in yourself, captivating kuroo in your fake confidence.

"no, stay" he mumbled as his arm covered your back, finding its way to your hair and making sure you weren't going anywhere. you smiled, getting drunk on his manly perfume, trying to bury your face even more on the crook of his neck.

kuroo was undoubtedly someone special to you, one of those persons you couldn't live without. it wasn't the first time your head wondered on what if he became something more, a silly daydream you had since you met each other that got forgotten after tsukishima entered your life. tsukishima... somehow you always went back to him. he felt like home, like safeness, a place where you knew everything, but he also embodied all those tears you shed for him, those long nights where you laid awake questioning if you were enough, and the worst of all, the feeling of emptiness when he finally left. tsukishima was love, but he was also pain, and you weren't sure if you were able to look past the bad things.

kuroo, in contrast, was completely unexplored terrain. he had never been more than a friend since you knew him, not to your eyes at least, but his way of being around you had completely changed since you asked that stupid favor. his voice got sweeter, his touch got more delicate, his gaze... his gaze overflowed with so much feelings you coudln’t separate one from another. no remorse was held between you two, leaving aside little dumb fights, your good memories with kuroo seemed endless, filled with laugh and joy. 

kuroo meant new beginnings, a whole bunch of things to be discovered, he was showing you the beauty of the unknown. Instead, tsukishima represented a stability, a place you always went back to, despite what drove you apart so long ago. how could you be torn between two persons so different, yet, made you feel equally good?

you sighed heavily, trying to get away from all those thoughts. you were driving yourself crazy with boys who haven’t even told you anything, there was a high posibility you were making all their “hints” up. deep inside, you prayed it was like that, but right that moment, kuroo’s hug tightened, almost as if he felt you stressing out. you messed up getting yourself in the middle of this emotional chaos.

[florenceisfalling]

Okay so you misinterpreted my post entirely. Your post was also was in the tag. You didn't mention their name exactly but you did in the comments and for the fact them being the only tea blog around these days its quite obvious.. (if you don't count im-lmfao who imo is worse at this point for spamming the tag with reminders of blue existing) The whole point of bringing up tea blogs in the tags at all is what I have a problem with. It's so easy to just ignore them. The fandom did for a while and suddenly there's this big surge of people once again looking at blue, interacting with blue, posting about blue, interacting with posts about blue and you are contributing to that and probably don't even realize it at all. I know you had the best intentions and wanted to tell people to NOT post about blue, but by posting that you ARE posting about blue and engaging some sort of conversation about it.. So please. Just ignore the whole tea blogs topic. avoid it, act like it's not there so we can all get on with our lives. (And please if you see ANYONE talking about blue or tea blogs in the tag at all, send them an ask or dm kindly reminding and asking them to not do that.. Only then will we REALLY get rid of them.. Not by publicly reminding everyone that they exist, but by uniting and ignoring)

anon. anon please. i am picking you up gently like a child with a small pet pig. i am looking you deeply in the eyes. anon, my beloved.

the misinterpretation goes both ways here. from what i can gather, you want people to stop bringing up tea blogs in the tags at all because you don't want to see shit about them. that is not my goal here. i want people to stop trying to put in their time and effort to debate blue. these are two different goals.

the reason i'm not deleting my post is because it was about not, like i said, "[calling] them out". i briefly mentioned them to say, hey, guys, that won't work. some people agreed. that's it. you, on the other hand, have commented, sent asks, and also called out other discourse blogs by name. your attempts to fix this have literally been more inflammatory than mine because hey, look at this, now we're engaging in another disheartening debate.

the idea that im "contributing" to this whole ordeal is so wild to me because i have like... minimal interaction compared to a lot of people in this fandom. i barely post in the j**cksepticeye tag at all. the person i was discussing discourse with in the comments literally isn't even in this fandom anymore, they're just a friend.

my blog is just where i vibe. i don't think it's cool or nice to tell me to ignore the tea blogs topic when you're the one bringing up a conversation i finished long before you messaged me. i don't think it's cool or nice to talk about how "we all want to get on with our lives" when you are the only person who has negatively reacted to what i said, and you should not have authority over what i post. and i don't think your last suggestion is nice or cool, either, 'cause i'm not gonna individually call out people + make them feel bad about sharing their opinions,, when my goal was to just help people avoid getting basically bullied by blue in a one-sided argument.

what i said in my original post was an attempt at a helpful suggestion, and i'm sorry if it came across too vague and bothered you. but no one else expressed that they had a problem with it and i'd really appreciate if you would move on like you claim to want to do.

[someprettyname]

long post under the cut

Alright. Honestly, if it were real life i wouldn't even look at Kaiser. I only care about looks so much, yk? If I can't see anything valuable thing in you (like strong and good morals, or emotional maturity) or if you're not in my long term picture you are good for nothing to me. Romantically speaking that is.

I'd talk to him a little in probably but I catch on red flags relatively quick (my moral system to be credited for that, and I don't fear confrontation so that), and he? Oh baby. It's as easy as daylight to see the red flags in him. And then? We'd become rivals. Like really really bad rivals.

You know, i really am a sadist, if someone bullies me i bully them back 10 times harder (story time, there was this time when I was having a REALLY bad day at school and despite how i don't like crying in front of others i ended up having a breakdown and this bitch boy was like "Oye oye [my actual name] roke dikha na please please" and then? I was like "Rula de na pleassseee" and I kept bugging him with that again and again and again (specially in front of his friends for extra humiliation) till he actually got annoyed. Like literally had to shoo me away like "Abbe chup ho ja". The class bully got bullied by me. That's how it is. And you know what kinda ego this bitch boy has. It'd be so bad. Our disgust for each other would keep multiplying. And worse part? He'd lose. He's not an emotionally mature person with strong ethics. He'd lose. Every damn time. I've beaten much more mature people than him in debates/conversations in the past. I'm usually not very conflict inflicting and jhagda all the time kinda person but that in no way means I'm not always ready to throw hands and fight for my morals [irl, that is]

And this has happened in the past too where I have a bad crush on a dude, i get to know him and it all dies down 🙏🏻 like I don't care what you went through boy. Everyone has gone through it. You better treat me good whether it be a relationship or just normal friendship.

I'd rate him a 2/10 maybe on scale of romantic appeal. (im being generous, it'd be 0-1, but I respect the hardwork he put in and how he's trying to change)

Chigiri, Isagi, Hiori, Kurona, Raichi, Bachira, Karasu, Nagi (?), Zantetsu, Aryu are among some people I can name that I'll actually get along with irl. Bachira omg when I tell you people would be JEALOUS of our friendship (i and hiori would trauma bond and fall in love with each other that's how it is)🔥🔥

Chigiri though, is different. Mature guy. Gentlemen vibes. Has morals and principles. Is sassy. When I decided I'm taking the kaiser icon down he's immediately the one I saw a potential romantic appeal in. He's the kind of guy i actually might fall for irl. No apparent red flags. He's very strong too. Mentally i mean. He was going through such bad times in s1 (I mean to say "i came here to find a reason to give up on my passion' do you know how much heartbreak lies behind that? How much sheer hopelessness? And it was all out of his control, the injury he got, the risk of not being able to play again. He has one of the most genuine problems. It's all out of his control.) until he went "fuck this shit. Imma run anyways." And so his cold demeanour was justified but he never spread the negativity onto anyone.

He had his share of bad experiences but he never used that to treat someone else shitty. Do you realise how much patience and resilience it takes to do that? How respectable that is? Because I seek that too and hence I see the value in it. Not to mention he's hot. He genuinely gives "would be a supportive boyfriend" vibes. And I'm honestly done with all these sigma alpha protector provider dudes so I'd really appreciate a genuine guy with some common sense. Like bro. If a girl doesn't see the appeal in him, what are you doing? He's the loyal kinda guy who can guarantee you a stability. You don't wanna miss on him. He's a diamond dude.

I can yap about why I and him would be really compatible irl. If I had to rate, I'd keep Isagi followed by hiori on scale of romantic appeal. Chigiri's the kind of guy i might not fall for at first sight but definitely a kind of guy i would want to be friends with and once I come to know him? Bro. All my friends are blocking me because of how much I yap about him.

Irl, i'm not into hookups and flings AT ALL (if someone else into it, fine. But I'm strongly against it. I'm not putting myself through that shit.). I seek long term relationships. A husband material. And he ticks all my needs *sobbing on the floor rn, please bring him into real life I'd marry him without any questions asked*

I'd rate him a 12/10 on scale of romantic appeal. ("Good boy isagi, I'll give you a head pay later." I WOULD FOLD SO QUICK.) that's how it is. Perfect dude. That's why I'm not changing my icon again.

While i might simp on kaiser because (1) his character is well written (2) parent issues, I can relate (3) his character design is top class, if we're talking about boyfriend chigiri would be my pick. Best boy. Sobbing. He'd become my safe space SO QUICK. Remember that time he told BAROU how he gets along surprisingly well with people he cares about? Yep. His initial cold aura wouldn't faze because I've met far too many "cold' people who are the best at heart (I'm good at dealing with IxTJs can you tell?) Besides, he's only speaking facts most of times.

Yeah, that's it I think. Enough yapping for now.

On a scale of 1-10, how whipped are you for Kaiser Chigiri?

do you want me to be brutally honest?

I'm taking 'whipped' as in real life scale of how much would i like to date one of them/how much I respect them as a person