#insane? girl he is rightfully pissed

[classics-cocks-and-concoctions]

The way I can do this for a book I’m reading for fun but when I have to read a book for school suddenly im strapped for words

[dev1lm4n]

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pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader

summary: ghost is curious on how far he could push around the pliant private; the kinds of things he could ask for and all the perverted favors he could earn, including stuffing you full of your silly little pen.

warnings: nsfw! sorta power imbalance (ghost is a l.t and you're a private), ghost is mean :(, uses of whore, unprotected piv, inappropriate use of a pen, semi-public, doing it in an evidence room lol, terrible accent, getting caught

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“So yer telling me,” Johnny paused, vulgar gargles of cheap booze echoed around the buzzing pub. He had to take a minute or two to relinquish the revolting burn that’s paving a path right down his trachea and into his junk of a stomach. 

Ghost shouldn’t even be having booze, more so the kind they serve in the dirtiest street of London (the one that’s definitely infested with rat droppings and a random fella’s piss), but here he was, advocating for his friend’s ideas. 

The masked man shrunk back against the booth’s shiny red seat. His hips jutted forward, beer comfortably propped up on his thigh. 

“This lass will literally do anything you ask for?"

Ghost sighed.

It took him a beat too long to answer Johnny’s inquiry. 

He’s getting impatient, rightfully so. Unless it’s playful jeering or stern commanding procedure, Ghost hasn’t exactly spoken a word that he’d deem interesting after the last mission. 

He’s just been quiet underneath the skull-face attire. Tired, perhaps. But Johnny truly feared that he’d finally end up as a shell of a person. A suit of skin, muscle, and bones. The lights are on but no one’s home kind of thing. 

Ghost shifted in his seat. He leaned forward tentatively, deep in thought Johnny suspected. His hulking mass of muscles further emphasized by the tacky shine of multicolored lights.

“Yeah.”

“Fuckin’ hell, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah?”

His eyebrows knitted underneath his balaclava.

“‘course. You got yourself a fan, L.T.”

A fan. A fan. A fan?

Ghost could laugh at the premise. 

At the thought that someone had the audacity to think of him as someone worth that kind of attention. He had never thought of it in that manner, couldn’t bring himself to at least, but it’s still as far-fetched now than it was the first time he considered it. It’s absurd. 

Ghost propped his elbows up on the bar’s table. A sticky substance - most likely some sort of spilled milkshake or a very sweet Cosmopolitan - instantly pooled his sleeves, but he had more important things to dwell on. The idea that you, a simple girl-next-door private that he met by accident, adores and devotes yourself to him to the point of no return. What kind of fuckery is that?

“‘m not someone to fan over, Johnny. You know that fair and square.”

“You have a point there, L.T.”

Johnny huffed out a pained chuckle. His stomach must’ve been sending neon red blaring signs to quit drinking and hurry back to his woman back home, but he’s a persistent man, even stubborn some might say. 

Ghost was still deep in thought. He even managed to abandon the cold beer he'd ordered a couple minutes back, the condensation making a very clear point as it dribbled down his gloved palm.

He’s trying to acquire every last bit of information he has of you. Every detail, every moment that might help him deduce this extremely serious problem. 

What did your hair look like? When’s the first time he noticed the repeating tendencies? It might not result in his ultimate death, sure, but it’d surely wound him insane. Why would someone even be a fan of a socially-resigned man?

Johnny cleared his throat. Ghost’s taking too long and he’s made that clear.

“Where d’you even meet the lass?”

“’m not sure…” he trailed off.

Johnny offered him an odd look, before another laugh erupted from his booze-scented cavern. 

Ghost looked away, but was pulled back in by the comfortable arm (way too comfortable if he had a say in it) slung across his shoulder. His caramel eyes came around to his partner’s, as if waiting for him to spare him a piece of his mind. 

“You’re one cruel man, sir.”

“‘m not. Just never thought of it,” he tried. “Didn’t have the time to.”

“Come on. Bet you could get something outta that thick skull of yours,” Johnny jeered.

“I think, well, ..think she’s part of that task force. Y’know, the one that was an extension of ours, in case things go to shite?” 

Johnny hummed. There was that one time, too long ago that he couldn’t even picture the faces clearly. They're more similar to blobs of beige and brown now, but he’d remember a lady if he came across one. “Oh yeah, yer right, there was one.”

“Had trouble mapping out the terrains so I asked the Captain,” Ghost continued on lightly, hoping Johnny could somehow connect the statement to where and how he’d meet the mysterious lady. 

“And so she came in handy,” Johnny cleverly added.

Ghost took a deep breath, the shape of his lips made a brief appearance through the thin fabric, frustration knitted in every inch of his appearance. “She’s smart, Johnny. Well, even that drunk man coulda been smarter than you,” he argued teasingly, but was quickly met with a brute hand down the back of his neck. 

“That’s fuckin’ mean, man,” Johnny cocked his head to the side defeatedly. “’m here tryna solve your love problems, but yer making fun of me.”

“Not ‘love’,” Ghost corrected. “But she’s so pliant, John. So.. obedient.” 

“And smart people aren’t obedient. Moreover, smart lasses.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Johnny took another swing of his foamy beer. A light trace of cheap booze made an appearance in the shape of a mustache right above his real bush. He looked like he’s truly using his head for a minute and it’s truly entertaining. Ghost would’ve chuckled, sneered, and made entertaining comments if it’s not for the fact that he’s equally as burdened. 

Come to think of it, you weren’t anything extraordinary. You weren’t a spectacular tank-shaped-human that’s won the recognition of every military general, neither were you superbly drop-dead gorgeous. You’re just this girl. 

This girl who didn’t have a blind adherence to his authority as a higher commanding officer; rather, you made it seem as if it was a conscious choice, a demonstration of your commitment to him. Your unassuming demeanor and lack of vanity blended right into the black-and-white nature of the military, but there was just something. 

Something particular that bothered him.

“What’d she do?”

“Asked her to gather intel from the last ten years,” he started. “Did it in two days.”

“That was well.. technically her job. Maybe she’s just terribly invested in it?” he offered.

“Asked her to get my boots washed-”

“Wait, what?”

“Boots. Washed. I had a sling on so I..”

“Don’t tell me she did it,” Johnny shrieked. “Your boots smell like horse shite.”

“She did.” Johnny looked at him in terror. His fucking jaw almost went unscrewed from the statement. “She’d switch schedules with me if things got out of hand. Oh, and she patched me up awhile back.”

“And you don’t know the lass’ name?”

“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny,” he grunted uneasily. “No.”

“Jesus Christ. What’dya even say when she finished patching you up?” he threw his hand up. “Thank you, random gal who I vaguely remember for cleaning up my boots and doing a shit load of things for me.”

“Well…”

“She’s in love with you. Christ’s sake. The wedding bells are ringing in my ears.”

“Too much, Johnny.”

“No, no, hear me out,” he tugged on the male’s collar, for dramatic purposes only of course, a classic of Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish. “I bet she’d do anything for you.”

“You’re fuckin drunk.”

“Maybe. But she fuckin adores you,” he continued on. “Bet she’d suck your lil willy if you asked.”

“Now you’re outta line, Johnny,” he scoffed, deciding his pal’s spitting all but the truth, maybe the piss-colored concoction finally fried his brain cells off. “And it’s definitely not little.”

Amidst all the naturally occurring hellish nature of the military (including and not limited to bitter black coffees, deafening morning roll-calls, and pungent blood), there existed an unconventional sanctuary for you. A safe haven-- special and reserved only for you. 

It’s not nearly as lovely as what home felt, but it was still something. 

The old evidence room, filled with bricks on bricks of aged papers along with neatly labeled boxes cluttered with God knows what. Classified artifacts, flickering lights; nobody wants anything to do with such a room and if they did, it’d probably be a direct order from their cigarette-smoking ripped captain. Or so you’d imagine. 

You’re not even close to being that level of importance. You’re closer to being a coffee-bearing, mess of an intern, instead of those in the laps of the General.

You didn’t mind. Not one bit.

The admin work is far more aligned with your goals than holding a hand grenade could ever be.

After quite some time, drowning in your own mind, earning paper cuts with every flip, and sipping that God awful black coffee, you’ve managed to turn every inch of the four by six room into your own twisted version of a highschool data wall. 

You’d argue that it’s a lot more effective than trying to do it in your team’s pristine glass wall, but truly it’s just a silly reason. A silly reason not to be humiliated and undermined by fellow colleagues who think that they’re above and beyond. 

You stood up. Observed. Crouched (in hopes that there’d simply be a miracle, but alas, futile). Then repeated the regime like clock work for what seems like forever.

That was until an interruption came along. 

A glitch in your picture-perfect routine, and it terrified you like hell. 

You stood in full attention. A forty-five degree angle between your toes, hips and shoulders level, chest puffed, and limbs stiff. Between the moment in which the heavy metal door swung open with ease and when it finally came to your attention who the intruder was, you thought of all the ways you could rationalize the mess you’ve corrected. You’d imagine having a thirty second period - or less - where you’d have the chance to save your ass from running toilet duty all week. 

But what came was far worse.

It’s that man. That Lieutenant, if we’re being prissy.

The one you had a crazy, borderline psychotic crush on. 

The one you did back flips and handstands for. And you didn’t know if it’s the thick helmet that's strapped to his head, the heavy eye black he rocked daily, or the skull-patterned balaclava, but he’s utterly indifferent to the treatment.

Enough of that, you decided.

“At ease.”

Your shoulder slouched back to its acquired form and like always, you’d allow him to stare you down like you’re some sort of farm animal.

“Apologies, Lieutenant,” you drew back a breath. “For the mess that is. I.. wasn’t expecting anyone to come by.”

You attempted to meet his gaze. Keyword, attempted.

His stern gaze, brown eyes framed by a fading ghost of eye black, made it hard to breathe. The air seemed to thicken - wine into blood - as if acknowledging the unspoken, blurry lines of tension. 

You, acutely aware of the rising tautness, attempted to challenge him ferociously, but the weight of his stare proved almost tangible. And despite it being heavily inappropriate, your clit pulsed in a foreign rhythm and your nipples pebbled with desire underneath the pure wrap of your uniform.

“Not my business,” his response fell flat. It’s like he’s trying to have you embarrass yourself.

“What’s your business then?”

It sounded a little rude, so you managed to add on a slurred line of ifyoudon’tmindmeaskingthatis to sweeten the deal.

He looked stunned for a bit, but then his gait laxed and you took the bait. You took a sharp intake of air through the gaps of your top and bottom row of teeth. Cold air seeped through, as hostile as the rumbling storm outside. 

The single bulb flickered ominously - was the Lieutenant powerful enough to control electricity with his terribly distant gaze?  

‘Ghost’ was his callname. That’s the only thing you know of him, aside from the fact that he’s a prominent member of TF 141 and that he has a god awful habit of tossing his duties to you. The kind of duties that won’t earn him a star or two.

“Do you need me to deep soak your boots again?”

His lithe lashes swept over his eyes, but once more, no response. It’s like you’re speaking to a wall. A damn persistent one.

“Or run names?”

Something. Anything would be better than nothing.

“Nothing like that.”

“No?”

He shook his head.

He stuffed his hand down the pocket of his tactical trousers, shoulder hunched forward, before he took a step forward. His boots, lathered in mud from a far away land, crushed the papers you’ve laid neatly. 

Your eyebrows - disobeying each and every one of your neurons - twisted in disdain. 

That was your work. Your hard work.

The Lieutenant inched closer, an estimate of a full foot ahead of you, towering with such an incredulous look. You challenged him with a similar gaze. Emotions naked, unveiling beneath a thin line of shameless and daring. A line of sweat began to form on top of your upper lip, a betrayal to the T. 

“You think you’d let me fuck you?”

“What?”

“You think you’d-”

“I.. I heard you the first time, L.T. Just a little bewildered I s’pose.”

Not even the wildest beast of Manchester’s pub would query such an upfront question. 

You swore that your physical state had forgotten that there’s an entire raging snowstorm outside base, because all you could feel was warmth. 

Warmth pumped through every inch of skin under the neat fold of your collar and the tight cuff around your forearm. Warmth made your palms pool with dubious desire. It enveloped you whole, suffocated you in a headlock. 

At his approach, you staggered back. It was as if your knees gave out thoroughly. You are clearly not an easy slag, but he’s making you look like one.

“Would you?”

He questioned with such.. reverence?

The Lieutenant’s large pointer finger, equal to the size of a French baguette, swept beneath your chin. A tease. Not a threat. Perhaps more of an invite.

“You could say no,” he offered. “Nothing’s gonna happen if you say no, ‘course.”

The question ‘why’ was on the tip of your tongue, before you retracted it entirely. It didn’t matter why, at least, not to him. You’ve heard about the practice. The military is cruel. Brutal. Stinky men, blood and puss, tasteless MREs; people need a getaway car, even for just a bit. 

The real question was if you’d let him.

Would you let him fuck you?

You nodded.

You’re not even sure if that’s your good conscience speaking. It’s just.. you gravitate towards him like a love-blind teenage groupie.

The ghost of a smile, barely there but obvious enough it protruded out the smooth surface of his balaclava,  momentarily diverted you. 

He looked so good. Even with every inch of his skin covered in some sort of cloth, he looked devilishly good. 

Before you could react, his strong arms were quick to wrap around your waist, swiftly turning you around. Surprised, you found yourself pushed gently against the edge of the table. It rattled side to side from the sudden impact, a rhythm that coddled you back into reality. 

His cold fingertips held your wrist together. A makeshift cuff of some sort. You glanced over your shoulder, met instantaneously by the Lieutenant’s icy expression, tinged with a hint of deviance.

“Would you truly let me?” he asked once more.

You nodded.

He looked displeased. Something’s missing, but you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was bothering him. 

Ghost took another step forward. The faint presence of him crowded your backside. The tips of his fingers told a whole ‘nother story as it smoothed over your arm, mistakes and trauma from a faraway land. His warm breath flooded across the nape of your neck, controlled, yet imposing. You made an embarrassing noise when he tugged at your wrist, pulling you flush against his frontside. 

Way to go.

“Say it out loud, soldier,” he grunted. “Needa be sure.”

“Fuck me.”

Exasperation and determination, he consumed you whole like wildfire. 

You tried to weasel your way out of his grip, thinking it’d be smart to arch your back like a cat in heat to meet his crotch, but it’s no use. He’s as thick as concrete, not keen on meeting your demands. 

You whined. Desperate this time. 

He's tinkering on the edge of something big, something you know is going to be the best thing you agreed to. Ghost shushed you. A short click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth as his hands traveled along the circumference of your stomach. 

He made it an easy task to tick off those pesky, bothersome buttons. One by one. Every time making you wince in anticipation.

“Lieutenant!” you squealed aloud when he buried his head down the crook of your neck. The texture of his balaclava made your nerves jitter, rough yet the warmth his skin emitted set your own alight.

You gasped when he finally cupped your breasts. He kneaded the soft skin gently, the cold tips of his fingers twisting to pebble your nipples. From the back, you might've looked prim and proper. But from the front, your nipples stood out like the slanted tips of Everest. 

A stinging pleasure was quick to spread, especially down South, where your needy cunt gaped and squeezed tight around nothing. He's kind enough to leave the remnants of your uniform attached to your body. It's cold out and he was bright enough to know that this room was equipped with not even one heater. It's the higher-ups cutting costs like always.

“Why'd you let me fuck you, eh?” he whispered tauntingly. “You a whore?”

You shook your head no. Mind too frazzled to even get offended.

“Looks like a whore to me,” he chuckled slowly, only to bend you straight at the waist.

The side of your face came in contact with the cold surface in a loud thud. A protest tore out of your throat. 

He pawed at the belt buckle you're sporting, so impatient he might’ve torn the material in one go if it didn't unclasp right away. With a single pull, he had your tactical military-issued pants pooled pathetically around your ankle. 

It was quiet for a moment or two. You would've guessed that he was standing there, admiring your backside like some twisted connoisseur of some sort, or setting aside a list of what he would've liked to do. It's unbelievable that the five-minutes-ago-you agreed to something this bizarre. His large palms spread across the entirety of your ass, feeling up the smooth surface before a slap landed loud and clear.

“Ah!”

Something came into view on your right side, so you turned your head ever so slightly. And there it was. 

His thick fingers were wrapped around an item, the same one your mouth has been wrapped around so many times at frustrating moments. 

Your red pen, the same one that's ink has stained every inch of your fingers, was now offered in front of you. He wanted you to suck, you figured. You could've said no, sure, but there was a desire to fulfill his every wish, to be the good whore he's asking you to be. 

With much hesitation, you took the pen cautiously. It's not long before a good portion of it was lathered lewdly. And when he pulled the object away, a bead of saliva came attached with the warm end of your tongue.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “Couldn't even stand up for yourself, can you?”

“No.. puh- please.”

Ghost pulled you flush against his chest, so close that you felt the ridges of his uniform against your arched back. 

A possessive arm wrapped itself around your soft stomach. Your head was spinning-- his scent, musky and woody, had your mind twisting and bending in every manner possible. 

Finally, he spared you of all your suffering. The first nudge felt experimental. He rubbed the pen down your throbbing clit, running it up and down the sensitive bud. Then he slowly made his way further down in a voyage for your cunt. 

His calloused fingers paved the way down the slippery road. You found yourself bucking your hips against his warm hands, craving for just a touch. For more. Anything will do from that hulking figure of a man.

“God, just put it in already,” you grumbled, a notch above a whisper. Ghost didn’t like that one bit. He didn’t like your bratty tone and so, decided to punish you against it. 

The cold pen slipped into your wet cunt in one go. It might be thin, barely the size of a finger, but when you haven’t been fucked for ages, it felt incredibly intrusive. You’re almost sure your cunt had sealed itself back up after the long dry spell. 

Like a virgin, you let out a squeal. One that received a low, dry chuckle from the Lieutenant. 

He pulled it all out, pulling it up to your eye level, as if taunting you with how dripping wet the pen had become. It was lathered in your juices, thick and globby as it dripped down. You sucked on the end once more. This time unprompted, simply to show off how dirty you can also become.

This earned another one of his low grunts. Approval, you thought.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he whispered against your ear. Ghost guided the pen back to your entrance, letting it get sucked back by your needy cunt. He couldn’t watch, not with this position. But God did he want to. “Being all bratty won’t help, love.”

The squelching noise your cunt had made every time he thrust the pen back in was so.. dirty. Enough to also get him hot and bothered. 

You could feel him grow beneath you, feel it bulge against your lower half, though he didn’t seem to be making certain arrangements due to it. Ghost’s index finger and thumb moved rhythmically as it worked in tandem to touch all those sweet spots of yours. Undoubtedly, it’s working like a charm. 

Sweet nectars of his hard work started spilling out your cunt in thick translucent globs. It dribbled down your inner thigh, creating such a lewd display for Ghost to marvel. Teasingly, he thrusted upwards, hitting against those ridges deep in your cunt and making you lurch forward. Your nipples rippled in reaction, a twitching pleasure made you let out a needy moan.

“S-shit,” you cursed. Ghost continued to thrust the pen deeper, as deep as it could reach at least, and took it upon himself to twist and withdraw it every time you’ve gotten too loud with it. “Don’t-” you were interrupted once more. This time with the presence of his rough fingers, creating tight circles above your engorged clit. “Fuck!”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, eh?” he whispered teasingly as he pressed clothed kisses against the nape of your neck. 

He was persistent in rubbing your clit, not changing the speed one bit even without you asking for it. It felt so nice. The way his textured fingers felt against your sensitive nub, the way he dragged your juices up your clit-- oh he’s driving you insane. 

Ghost angled his thrusts once more and with such expertise, he found that one cushy spot that made you tremble. Your knees felt weak and all you want is for him to fill you up properly. The cold pen rummaged against your insides and before you knew it, your walls had already started to flutter against the smooth plastic. “Small little cunt so desperate for me.”

“I- I can’t-” you gasped in between soft moans. “A-ah, ooh, I-” 

Ghost barked out a laugh at the way you can’t seem to finish any of your sentences. He was a sadist it seemed as he had no intentions of hearing you out. 

He drove the pen in harder, faster, determined to have you react more. To have you, the pretty little thing who’d run stupid errands for him, slather his fingers with your wetness. “Gonna cum on a pen, huh?” he teased, his voice tipping you over the edge. 

You guided your thighs forward, eager to have your clit caressed more. To have it stimulated by a masked Lieutenant you barely even know. 

“Sweet little thing..” he cooed as he watched you reach your high. “Drippin’ over a pen..”

“Cumming, I’m cumming!” you announced and he found it rather.. heart-warming in a way. 

You sounded so pliant, so dumb, and it’s what made blood rush instantly to his throbbing cock. You could feel him watching. 

His gleeful eyes ran over your convulsing body, the way your cunt clenched rhythmically against the office tool that’s lodged up into you. Ghost didn’t even get to pull out the pen before your cunt began spewing out what it’s been holding back. He’d just reprimand it with a few encouraging slap to your clit. 

The thin substance dribbled down the pen and onto his fingers, leaving a mess behind. A much-needed mess that is.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he cursed, holding your body upright as it seemed you had zero control over it.

The room felt warmer, much warmer that you couldn’t even feel a tinge of the cold air anymore; that everything else sounded like a ringing buzz and the only thing you could focus on was his rugged breath. 

It felt cathartic-- the moment, that is. Though, Ghost wasn’t one with plenty of time. 

Everything is timed when it comes to him, so he allowed you just a minute to breathe before he manhandled you back onto the table. He perched you up on top of crumpled papers, admiring the way your cunt pushed out the pen messily. Your favorite red pen clunked against the cold floor, leaving your aching cunt gaping with need. 

How truly pathetic it looked.

You looked at him with a stupid smile, as if he’s truly fucked your brains out. As if all you can think of was how his cock would force its way in, of how much thicker it’d be compared to the shabby pen.

“Ghost?” a timber voice crawled from the door. Before you could make your case, the door swung open confrontationally.

Though it terrified you, that you weren't upset by the fact that you’re caught. More so that you didn’t get to have your favorite Lieutenant’s seed drip from within you. Maybe.. maybe you were a whore like he’d suggested.

[comet-fire13]

i just ranted about stucky in a friends dms but felt bad becauss i spammed the SHIT outta their notifs...

so here's the remainder of the rant so they dont have to deal with my shit

mcu: "hey what if we mix steve's teenaged sidekick with steve's childhood best friend who's canonically gay and jewish"

comic fans: "...so bucky's gay and jewish now? sick!"

mcu: "wHAT?? Nononono hahahah what??? no? thats so?? stupid?? are you even watching???"

mcu: *proceeds to make all three cap movies centred around steve's relationship with bucky*

fans: "oh my god??? so bucky is not only gay and jewish BUT STEVE AND BUCKY ARE IN LOVE??? CAP IS QUEER TOO??"

mcu: "no!!!! whATTT?? you guys are CRAZY!! where could you POSSIBLY be getting these ideas??? "

fans: *stares as they send steve back in time, abandoning his best friend who he's shared basically his entire life with to be with a girl he kissed once. who's character was based on a character from the comics who was a double agent for the nazis* "whAT THE FUCK??????"

mcu: *confirm the winter soldier plotline is a romantic story*

fans: "HOLY-"

mcu: *BUT ONLY WHEN ITS BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN (captain carter THE FUCKING NAZI and steve as tws)*

fans: "SHIT???? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE???"

fans: *are rightfully pissed at marvel*

mcu: *surprised pikachu face*

[nikiluv]

I JUST WANNA SAY THAT I ACCIDENTALY RANTED!!😭 u dont have to post or answer to this but i had to get this off my chest. but bro ppl who in this fandom are literally so soft istg😭its so irritating like. they treat riki like he's a fucking kid when he's 18 turning 19🤦‍♀️so he's a YOUNG MAN!! A MAN A GROWN ONE BTW who just so happens to b young like what's so hard to grasp. Nbs saying you have to treat him like he done experienced every walk of life, but at the end of the day he's still a man and he should b treated accordingly. and it esp pisses me off cuz they have no issue sexualizing the other members specifically the hyung line. and ofc I see other ppl kinda fester this energy into sunoo and jungwon even tho its mainly riki. I vividly rmb someone making a tiktok AS A JOKE!! saying I wanna get aten by sunoo like that when he inhaled a cake and ppl were doing entirely TOO MUCHHH!! and she rightfully called them out saying if it was heeseung or jake nb would care and ppl would agree and its like literallyyy. I've also seen ppl on here say they won't wrote smut for sunoo and riki and its like there's nothing wrong with that at all but why are we leaving out jungwon like hello?? hes very much still apart of that line and sunoo is older than both of them so its like?? if u leave one out leave them all out😭🤦‍♀️i could name so much more examples but this is alr getting so long. but I also had to mention the fact that I VIVIDLY rmb when jungwon turned 18 or 19 or wtv age ppl immediately started pumping out smuts with absolutely no fuss and its like?? WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY AT W NIKI???At least keep the same energy if u do ts like. And its just so much that plays into it too because everyone knows enhypen is catered towards women. I feel like that was their first mistake but on top of that it brought in a lot of young girls who's minds clearly still aren't developed and they feel as tho its like their job?? to protect them when in reality half of the group could literally be their uncle or something. Idk its just so irritating to see ts within a fandom because although I don't claim any kpop fandom anymore. I use to b a engene at some point and a nctzen at some point and LEMME TELL YOUUUU its such a difference!! although ncity has had its moments that was like the only kpop fandom who were actually funny and wouldn't baby none of the members. even if u were underage they would still treat u accordingly without sexualizing u. idk ima stop here cuz this is getting to long but its just so much shit wrong w engenes. like I said earlier u don't have to read or answer to this!! but engenes just annoy the heck outta me🤦‍♀️

it’s fine, what you say was facts tho, like I was an nctzen arnd 2020-2022 ish, and like no nctzen smut blogs said anything about jisung smut being wrote, I mean there where that didn’t agree with it but no hate comments or anything

To me it’s so insane about how people write so much crazy shit about jw but don’t keep the same energy w sunoo and riki

For sunoo it’s probably because he is portrayed at “more feminine” which is just his image, and also because of his sunsun ship etc etc

To me it’s if you wanna give the same energy to Niki, keep that energy towards ALL of Enhypen, don’t just “defend” Niki, talking about writing smut for him just to make yourself better

And the craziest thing is those that are super pressed are always the Enhypen smut blogs ? Like bro ??? Ur writing smut too, what are you on about?? (If it’s fluff blogs then I understand because they do not want to see them, which is valid, so just block, it’s fine, you don’t have to see things you do not want to, no need to send hate )

I really detest that people wanna write the craziest most lewd shit for the rest of Enhypen but when someone writes something for riki even slightly suggestive or fluff smut , they go berserk? Like dude, u go on and on about how we should not sexualise them, then don’t write smut ? Bffr 🤣

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This is totally random, but as far as the JONAS (LA) X BTR crossover (either one, really) goes...

Macy's favorite of the btr boys is carlos, because sports, and also bc he's just fun to hang out with. macy seems normal and put together at first, but she loves physical activity, as we know from s1, and carlos (platonically) matches her freak in the places nick doesn't

Stella's favorite is...and isn't james. she's basically that post that's like "you're in his dms. i'm pissing him off, i'm ruining his day" but in the most convoluted way possible, they also, platonically, match each other's freak. all in all, stella would rather spend time with the other girls, and she obviously adores joe, bc he understands her thoroughly, but james is like...the opposite. they understand each other and fucking hate it.

Katie and Frankie deserve the most insane sublot that builds up over time, until their scheme eventually collides with the main plotline and wreaks absolute havoc. they're ten years old and evil geniuses with famous brothers, you know the two of them meeting will bite everyone in the ass in the end.

I do think Nick and Logan would get along, but the thing is, logan is a science and math nerd and nick is a writing and music nerd. they're slightly different species of nerd. but I think nick would get along best with logan and kendall, bc even though they can go off the deep end sometimes, they're easier to handle than carlos and james.

I'm gonna ramble about Kevin and Lucy again bc I want to. it's so hard for me to imagine lucy with like, any other guy, just bc james is clearly gay, and the subplot with her and kendall was a total mess since he hadn't broken up with jo first... Anyway, they're both rockstars, and Kevin had a lot of character development in s2. he's kind, responsible, ambitious, and Lucy is headstrong, confident, and clever. I feel like they'd actually have a very normal relationship timeline compared to a lot of other ships/couples, simply bc by the time they're both in the narrative they're 18/19 and living on their own.

Joe...he would get along best with kendall, not just for the main character energy, but also bc I feel like they react similarly in a lot of situations, but joe is also a little more self-sufficient than kendall is, which isn't a bad thing, and is mostly due to living in la without his parents for a/multiple (depends on crossover fic) summer(s), whereas kendall's always had his mom and friends doing everything together.

Kevin's an interesting one, bc while s1 era kevin would definitely be best friends with carlos, by the time jonas la rolls around he's mellowed out. he's still a little dramatic sometimes, but post-HMA Kevin is very different bc of the responsibility for his brothers he gained over the summer. I feel like he'd sort of keep that older brother role he's grown into, so, besides his relationship with lucy, he's mostly helping clean up the trouble and not cause it. at the same time though, i think he'd get wrapped up in the katie and frankie subplot the most

Joe and Camille would also get along pretty well, mostly bc they have acting in common, with joe wanting advice from camille solely due to her years of experience. she's also easier to talk to than bigger names in the industry, so it's more of leaning on a friend instead of a mentor

Jo and Macy definitely spar every so often, mostly bc jo likes that there's another girl around that she can connect with about physical sports. it's not the same trying to spar with kendall, and now she has someone who's an even match against her.

Mona is one of the few people that aren't afraid to go toe to toe against griffin, given she doesn't work for him, and she's definitely screamed at him for Kelly's sake. gustavo is a little afraid of mona, and rightfully so. she's proud of that.

Still no one likes DZ

[hello-nichya-here]

Why do you say Ted is worse than Ross

Because he is - and I say this as someone whose least favorite character of the main six in Friends is Ross because the dude can piss me off A LOT.

Ross is selfish, whinny, spoiled, obsessive and immature like Ted. But the writers of Friends were far more self-aware than the writers of How I Met Your Mother - mainly because they were not using Ross as a self-insert, and would not use Twitter to say shit like "If you ship Rachel with Joey instead of with Ross, you're the reason people like Trump get elected and destroy nations." No, I am not kidding, that actually happened.

Ted CONSTANTLY acts like a creep and the show treats it as fully romantic, and if a woman (mainly Robin) is turned off by it, the show tries to spin it as "She's afraid of commitment" or some bullshit. When Ross is getting possessive over Rachel the show actually allows her to call him out and she doesn't always run straight to his arms - not to mention, she can act just as unreasonable and entitled, meanwhile the most Robin does is say "Maybe, someday, if we're both single and miserable and no one else wants either of us, I'd consider marrying you."

Even Ross's most absurd moments get a bit more of pass because they're (usually) meant to:

1 - Show that the character is flawed (Him constantly getting paranoid that Rachel is gonna cheat on him with her co-worker is meant to show he's insecure, jealous, possessive AND doesn't listen when she repeatedly says she loves HIM, not this other dude - though the writers do still want the audience to root for him and Rachel to find a way to make it work)

2 - Make a joke about how he's kind of insane (see him not telling Rachel they're still married because he can't have another failed marriage - a situation in which NO ONE in the cast makes excuse for him, and we even have Chandler rightfully saying "At point did you think this was a successful marriage?")

Meanwhile the writers of HIMYM did things like:

1 - Say Ted breaking up with a girl on her birthday, through an answering machine that all the guests in her surprise party heard before she did, finding her years later, winning her back, then breaking up with her on her birthday AGAIN is totally just what was meant to be because "Well, she found true love later"

2 - Have him use "It was past 2am" as an excuse to cheat on his girlfriend/lie to Robin about being single to sleep with her.

3 - Make him have an emotional affair with a married woman that then left her husband (who thought of Ted as friend) for him, accept getting back together with his ex that was engaged and then left the groom at the altar, and make a move on his ex that was engaged to one of his best friends on the weekend on their wedding.

4 - HAVE TED TELL HIS KIDS HE WANTS TO TELL A STORY ABOUT HOW HE MET THEIR DEAD MOTHER, BUT IT'S ACTUALLY ABOUT HOW HE ALWAYS LOVED A DIFFERENT WOMAN THAT HE WAS STILL OBSESSED WITH AFTER 25 YEARS.

Not to mention, even the stuff in Friends that genuinely did not age well at all and that the writers weren't self-aware about in any way have a bigger excuse than the stuff HIMYM did because Friends started in 1994 and ended in 2004, yet HIMYM was on the same level, if not worse, and it started in 2005 and ended in 2014. There's a reason audiences tolerated Ross's shenanigans way more than they tolerated Ted's - Friends was a product of it's times, HIMYM felt behind it's time. Ross feels like a typical character you'd see in the 90's, Ted feels like the hero of every "Nice Guy" that is actually not nice at all.

Plus, Ross had much better chemistry with Rachel than Ted ever did with Robin (or literally any love interest except the Mother) and the series made sure to never give us an alternative pairing that was much better than the planned one like HIMYM did with Barney and Robin (and I say this as someone that ships Joey and Rachel). And while Josh Radnor made the rare good scene of Ted feel great, David Schiwimmer, and the entire cast of Friends really, made mediocre or downright bad scenes enjoyable or at least tolerable. The only one in the HIMYM cast with the same talent was Neil, who was playing the character that we were not supposed to actually want to see get the girl, which just made it even easier for audiences to root for Barney, not Ted.

It's just a perfect storm of different factors that makes a character like Ross getting a happy ending after all the shit he pulled MUCH easier to accept than when that happens to a Ted type, hence the finale of Friends still being incredibly beloved by nearly everyone, while HIMYM's ending was absolutely hated to the point that it shelved the planned spin off and put the showrunner's careers in limbo for nearly a decade.

[xoxoavenger]

How You Get The Girl

pairing: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

summary: Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever And that's how it works That's how you get the girl

word count: 1752

warnings: none

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"Are you insane?" She asks, blinking at him. He's shaking, freezing from having run to her house in the rain. But this couldn't wait. He risked getting grounded forever for sneaking out just to see her.

Y/N cannot believe Pope Hayward is at her door.

"Can I come in?" He asks. Besides the fact that it's freezing, he also knows he needs to talk to her before the police release the actual story of where he was, or even before the town gets word of the Pouges being back. He knows it'll be worse if she finds out he's back before he can see her.

"Where the fuck did you go?" She yells. Instead of letting him in, she walks out and pushes him. He stumbles back a few steps, and she follows. She's starting to get wet from the rain, but by the look on her face he guesses she can't tell. They're standing so close; every nerve in his body can feel her proximity.

"I didn't mean to leave, I swear, especially after everything that happened," He tells her quickly, but she's already talking over him.

"Everything that happened? Really? You mean how you finally asked me to be your girlfriend after months of dates and cuddles and kisses and me waiting for you to make a move, just to fuck off to God knows where without telling me?" She's rightfully pissed, and now they're both getting soaked from the rain that will not let up. There must be a hurricane incoming.

"I know, I should have said something before I left, but I didn't think I'd be gone that long. But we got stuck on an island, and then kidnapped, and I swear I would have been here earlier except my parents are freaking out and didn't want me to leave." She's shocked into silence as he talks, because she had never thought that Pope was actually stuck on an island while he was gone. "But I wanted to tell you that I'm back. Before word gets around." They're silent for a moment, both staring at each other and blinking the rain away.

"What the fuck?" She finally says, and before Pope could defend himself any further she walks forward and hugs him tightly. He's confused, because a second ago he was sure she was going to slap him, but he wraps his arms around her and takes it in.

"I missed you." He whispers, pulling her as close as he can. Their bodies are wet and they're both colder than shit, but it feels too good to be with each other.

"I missed you too." She says, pulling back. She's glad for the water running down her face, making the tears blend in. "But I can't be with you."

Her words break Pope's heart.

He watches wordlessly as she walks away, back into her house without looking over her shoulder.

~

"What are you doing here?" She asks as she opens the door to Pope only a day later. It's not raining today, just gloomy and humid. It made his hair more frizzy than usual, sticking out widely.

Pope is glued to the spot, only able to blink at her.

"Hello? Pope, are you okay?" She asks, waving a hand in front of his face. He shakes his head before focusing.

"I'm not just giving up on us." He blurts out, causing Y/N's eyes to widen.

"I thought I made it pretty clear yesterday that I couldn't do that again." She frowns, because it hurts her too. She doesn't want to end things with him, but she doesn't have much of a choice. He doesn't know what she had to go through, how worried her friends were when she stayed home from everything, even school for a couple days. She had been so worried about Pope, until someone brought to her attention that they probably ran away.

And it broke her heart.

"I also wanted to bring you this picture. I framed it." He passes a picture of them at the beach, one Y/N took on the day he had officially asked her to be his girlfriend. She had taken it from a high angle, Pope's arms around her waist visible, his lips pressed to her cheek. She had her hand holding his chin, her face frozen between a smile and a laugh.

It was the picture she had cried over, the one stuck on her phone while it was pressed to her chest. It was the first one she deleted when she had the thought that he had to of run away. And here it was, in Pope's hands, framed.

She didn't know what to say.

"I just, I wanted to explain myself." He tells her, and she finally looks up at him.

"I thought you did that yesterday." Her heart is racing. She wants it to stop, wants him to stop, because she can't take this anymore.

"I did, but I wanted to give you the full story." She turns to let him into her house, trying to take a deep breath when his arm brushes past her.

"This doesn't mean that we're getting back together." She says as she shuts the door, not looking at him. In the back of her mind, she can feel the doubt, but she can't bring herself to question it too hard. She doesn't want to know what it means if she doesn't fully believe herself, the same way she doesn't want to think about what it would mean for her and Pope if she kept her word.

"That's okay." He says, and her heart flies a little higher because he sounds like he's actually okay with it, despite saying that he wasn't going to give up on them. Maybe, for him, the two aren't mutually exclusive.

~

After a couple weeks of Pope coming over, Y/N knows she's losing the battle with herself.

Pope hasn't even confessed to anything. He hasn't said anything about them being together since he came over with the picture, hasn't asked her how she would feel about the two of them getting back together. They've simply just been themselves, a pair of feelings that stay in the dark. It all comes to a head when Pope spends the night accidentally and she wakes up in his arms, head on his chest and feeling the most relaxed she's felt since the day on the beach when they fell asleep in the sun, warm and at peace.

She can't take it, the feeling she knows all too well that makes her heart race. She rolls over and pretends that it didn't happen, hoping that Pope isn't awake. He doesn't even have the decency to pretend like he was asleep when she leaves his arms, instead sitting up on an elbow. It's quiet as she ignores him, eyes squeezed shut in a silent prayer that he'll think she rolled over in her sleep.

"I can't do this." He says it softly, as if by not yelling it the words won't break her heart. It's enough to get her to turn back and look at him.

"What are you talking about?" She asks, her voice in an equal whisper. She knows what he's saying, but can't bring herself to let him go.

"You told me you didn't want to be with me, and I respect that. But I can't do this; I can't hold you in my arms and then watch you turn away. I know you're afraid of getting hurt again, and I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but I promise I will never leave again. I would never put you through that again." He sounds so sincere, she can't even begin to think about how much it took him to get the words out.

He knows about what she went though when he left. During a late night, she had confessed how much she had struggled, how much she had hurt when she learned he was missing. He apologized endlessly, and she knew by the look on his face she had broken his heart.

"Pope," She doesn't know what to say, which is fine because she's pretty sure she would cry if she did try to get anything out.

"I want you, Y/N. And not just in a friend way. I want to be the one you fall asleep with at night, the one you wake up to. I want to put your heart back together and hold it so tight that no one will ever be able to break it again." He can see her face, see the hesitancy, so he continues before she can cut him off. "I'll wait. If you don't want to jump into anything, I'll wait. I'll be here as long as it takes. But if you give me the word, if you could just tell me that you want me too, or will want me in the future," He doesn't know how to read her now, and he's worried he's gone too far.

It scares her, what he's saying. It scares her to fall for him again, to somehow fall even deeper this time. She doesn't know if her heart is capable of it, doesn't know how she can trust him.

But then she thinks back to the beach day, thinks back to the feeling of being in the clouds when he had finally asked her to be his. She thinks back to him recounting his days on the island, how he told her that he had thought of her so often the Pouges banned him from saying her name. How hard it was to fall asleep, how he would pretend he was with her just to get through the night. And sure, she could reject these words. She could say she doesn't care, that she thinks he's lying. But she knows he's not. She knows he's telling the truth. And she does care. She cares about him so much it hurts.

"Okay," It's so quiet that she thinks Pope may have missed it, but the way his eyes widen makes her smile so big she's sure her jaw will be sore. "I want you too, Pope." The words aren't even out of her mouth before he's tackling her, squishing her against the bed as their laughs create a perfect harmony in the air.

And then he's kissing her, and she wonders why she had ever doubted him in the first place when he kisses her like she's the only thing in the whole world that matters. 

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[ciaossu-imagines]

Could you do Bleach and Host Club? With any character of your choosing because I love them all to various degrees.

Of course I can, my lovely anon! Thank you so much for sending in the request and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons!

Okay, I feel a little bit like I'm cheating here, since this is the second AU set in a high school setting but I'm setting this AU firmly in the same universe as Ouran High School Host Club. It still takes place at Ouran Academy. It's been a long time since Tamaki and the other Hosts have graduated and honestly, the Host Club became a sort of school fixture even after they left, a tradition of the school. However, in the past couple of years, the club became abandoned because of lack of student interest in becoming 'hosts'.

The Academy has new headmasters this school year though. Shunsui is the new Headmaster, with Jushiro being his Deputy Headmaster. Shunsui, being the man he is, laments the lack of what used to be such a fun tradition and takes it upon himself, with Jushiro's blessing and support, to reinstitute the Host Club.

It's how he goes about it that's rather amusing though. Since there was still a real lack of student interest among the males in becoming Hosts, Shunsui told his teachers that certain male students, the ones selected by the teachers and the Headmasters, who received consistent detentions would now get a choice - they could face further detentions and possible suspensions, or they could choose to become Hosts for the Host Club.

While the idea seemed rather…stupid as one particular teacher put it to most of the staff, they all begrudgingly agreed to it and act upon the new rule, especially since they all know that neither Shunsui or Jushiro will give up on their idea, especially because it seems to amuse both of them greatly.

The first student to become a Host is Renji Abarai. He did get frequent detentions for uniform violations and fighting, almost all of them given to him by the Japanese teacher Byakuya Kuchiki…and it might have been Byakuya who made sure he was the first one sacrificed to this new rule. A little bit of it might have been Byakuya's own seeming dislike of the boy, especially given how close the boy was to Rukia Kuchiki, Byakuya's younger sister. Renji gets deemed the 'Bad Boy type' and honestly, he's pretty popular as a Host, though he really doesn't much like being one. The rare times he seems to really be enjoying the club is when Rukia comes around and spends time with him.

Renji is quickly joined by Ichigo Kurosaki, who does receive frequent detentions for uniform violations, tardiness, skipping school, and getting into fights. You think with all that he'd be a 'bad boy' type as well but it's decided there can't be repeat types inside the club and he gets branded as the 'Athletic type' due to his outstanding performance in athletics and prior place on a couple of the school's sports teams. He was really pissed off about even being in the club at first but kind of mellows out to it. He makes a show of not really caring about the club or his other Hosts but the truth is he makes friends out of most of them, gets along well with most of the girls who comes to see him, and besides, his best friend Chad was recruited at the same time as the 'Foreigner type' and his other good friend Orihime comes to see them often so there are some perks to this whole thing.

Yachiru takes it upon herself in the early stages of the club becoming a thing again to take her place as the Club Manager and she has so much fun bossing all the boys around and making them bend to her whims, which are many and mostly off the wall and insane but very fun. She makes her adoptive father, Kenpachi, the school's physical education teacher, give two students detention a lot so that she can rope them into the club because she wants them to be Hosts.

And that's how Hisagi and Kira both get forced into the Host Club on very trumped up detention charges, both of them will argue (and rightfully so). Hisagi is also head of the school's newspaper and also part of a band, so while he does actually enjoy his duties as a Host, he's always complaining about how much of his time the club takes up. He really wanted to be billed as the 'Rock Star type' but Yachiru shut him down and said it sounds too cool for him, so she dubbed him the 'Literary type'. It's actually rather fitting, especially since one of the things he does that makes him so popular with his guests is that he'll sometimes recite poetry to them, either from classic poems or his own original poetry and song lyrics.

And Kira says he got off lucky with the 'Literary type' moniker, given that Yachiru dubbed him the 'Emo-Boy type'. He's really very popular with a certain subsection of the school and actually gets to discuss a lot of really big issues with the guests who frequent him, from the meaning of life to what might come after death. He frequently complains about having to work so hard for the Club and about having to dress up and do all these insane ideas, but he's having a lot more fun with it than you'd suspect.

Other students forced into the club because of teacher's unfairly picking on them or because it made the teacher's themselves very amused include Hanataro Yamada, who ended up puking during Biology teacher Mayuri's lesson and promptly got punished severely by automatic enrollment as a host. The shy boy is probably the worst host, having troubles really talking to his customers and is so awkward the entire time. He just wants to go home and it is so clear but as the 'Shy Type' that's really his appeal to the customers who request him.

Chemistry teacher Kisuke, meanwhile, just thought it would be amusing to watch brilliant but lazy student Akon be forced to be a Host. Dubbed the 'Mad Scientist type' by Yachiru, Akon really just kind of sits around and smokes, doesn't cause too much trouble and goes along with what's expected of him. He wouldn't really be such a popular Host if it wasn't for the fact he's become known for helping his 'guests' with their homework.

Shinji volunteered for the Host Club. It sounds like fun to him and he really does like the ladies. Yachiru dubs him the 'Wild type' because he's very changeable, with his hosting style constantly changing to fit the customer.

Both Ikkaku and Yumichika earn their way into the club though, as both get a lot of detentions for fighting and mouthing off to teachers. They're the least popular of the hosts and mentioning that will piss them off, even though they claim to hate being forced to join the club. Yumichika dubs himself the 'Pretty Boy type' and won't hear anything to the contrary. When he does get customers, he's well known for doing their hair and makeup and giving them styling types. Ikkaku, meanwhile, gets branded the 'Delinquent type' and has a really hard time keeping his customers happy. He almost never gets repeat customers but gets a lot of the host-hopper types.

Jushiro keeps trying to find reasons to give Toshiro detention and Toshiro knows it. The other teachers and especially Rangiku try to help find reasons but Toshiro is wise to their game. He's not going to be trapped in such an infantile club and he's the model of perfect student behaviour just to prevent Jushiro's seemingly relentless desire to see Toshiro become a Host.

[lonelylonelyghost]

I don't see many people talking about it here, but one thing that bugged me about Lovely Runner kdrama was how, despite starting with characters that have disabilities, the show actually didn't address or expand on the topic at any point except using it as a hook at the start.

****

Im Sol has been disabled for many years and uses a wheelchair to get places. She doesn't get a job at her dream company because they don't have a ramp (or just an elevator) that would lift her to the second floor. It's straight up discrimination, and it's so incredibly unfair, and she's rightfully pissed and upset.

But then she travels back in time and regains her ability to walk. And she's happy about it, obviously, but then the drama just... drops this subject. Later she gets a job at the same company that she failed at the last time, because she can walk now and is not inconveniencing the coworkers with her ridiculous demands like "being treated like a person" and "needing a bit more assistance with movement". And she doesn't try to persuade the company to make the building more wheelchair-friendly, she doesn't have any resentment for how they were treating her when she didn't have full-functioning legs, nothing. I mean I get that she might not want to be reminded of how she was before, but like

come on???

The only time that her former disability is remembered was when she saw a girl on the wheelchair on the streets randomly and was like, oh yeah, I remember that time when I was in the same state! Anyways, back to my life of being able-bodied and not having to think about it, ram-pam-pam😜!

****

Regarding Ryu Seon Jae, it's a bit different. At the start you, again, feel like he is struggling with depression and exhaustion from being in the entertainment industry for so long. Constantly in the limelight, under insane pressure to perform, looked at and analyzed by people who will no doubts crucify him if something, anything is not like they would want him to be. I think that anyone who's even remotely familiar with Korean entertainment knows what horrific price people involved have to pay every day.

We're told that he committed suicide.

I thought that the show has to say something about it.

And then it turns out that he wasn't depressed. He wasn't struggling with mental health, it was a serial killer that pushed him over the balcony. And it was unexpected, yes, good twist! But again. Why would you introduce this very painful and relevant topic, use it to gather an audience and then completely drop it in the next moment? (And I'm not saying that being targeted by a serial killer is all fun and games, but it's a different kind of struggle).

Later, with their time-travel shenanigans, this topic is completely abandoned too. It's almost used as a joke like, remember that time that I thought you were struggling to keep yourself afloat and wanted to kill yourself? But you were actually fine, even if you have been working in the industry with an alarming death rate, it was just a crazy taxi driver's fault lmao

Depression was used as a trick to mislead the viewer, which felt quite unpleasant, if I'm being honest.

****

Idk, maybe I'm overly sensitive snowflake or whatever, but it was cheap and it was dirty, and I didn't like it

[nutzworth]

its 6/12! i HAVE to read homestuck! i didnt read ANY last month. oops

DAY 9: JUNE 12, 2024

STATS: read for 2 hours and 30 minutes pages read: 1903-2068. 165 pages. act 5!!!!!! page 2000! slur count: 13 + 0 = 13 silly count: 13 + 0 = 13 piss count: 2/3

THOUGHTS: ohhh my god. ok not much original thought here but by god did a lot happen

ok LOTS OF TROLLS. this time. but we will get into that later

johnkat is so funny. karkat just kind of sucks. i guess were getting into it now HES SO FUNNY! hes so mean. esp to his troll friends in act 5. he has no whimsy and no fun. he loves to lie. hes oppressed hes a MUTANT yet he wants to join the military. even though the military would KILL HIM for being who he is. ohhh my god. his clean ass room. his romcoms. he loves romcoms. he sucks at programming. he keysmashes in here WHATEVER. back to the kids

soooo much guardian lore... so much LORE. i love nanna and i love pa harley. and their upbringing THEYRE SO WEIRD.

(about pa harley) ADVENTURE!!!! oh my god. "She can handle it, he tells her. He believes in her." AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! HOPE PLAYER! i love the hope aspect im gonna go crazy in act 6 when jake is there. but right now? this is FOOD. im EATING IT UP!

michael guy bowman is so john egbert voice. its canon that dave strider is a whiteboy and that michael guy bowman is literally john egbert and thats IT.

dave is being so rude and mean to terezi. for the girl that said to john "WOW. MAKING FUN OF A BLIND GIRL? FUCKED UP!!!!!" she sure does turn a blind eye (LOOOL) to dave being like "yeah me and this guy? all up best friends. you know why? we can both see. and were going to this see party and theres so much shit and paintings and its great. to look at. and FUCK YOU. for being BLIND." and terezis cackling about her wonderful D4V3 1S TH1S YOU? drawings. theyre funny

[S] DESCEND!!!!!!!!! oh my god. what a flash. this would make me crazy if i was an upd8 reader. JACK NOIR IS INSANE. HE JUST KILLS EVERYONE! the music is sooo good too. it matches so well. its SCARY.

speaking of jack noirs destruction: ok here's more about wv. this is probably so surface level but it drives me crazy i need to restate it ok wv is a regular ass farmer. hes normal. the WAR comes. hes like GOD THIS SUCKS! he starts a revolution. he unites both sides. hes radical hes powerful and by god is he AWESOME. he faces jack noir. him and his big ass army. jack noir KILLS ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE ALL DEAD! except wv. which hussie puts it in the recap "Jack then killed the entire rebellion army, sparing only WV?. Perhaps to leave a survivor to tell the story, or perhaps out of respect for a fellow mutineer. Only he knows." WHAT????? WHAT!???? OKAY and so wv is surrounded by his brethren. his friends. his army. ALL DEAD. and at the same time prospit falls to skaia. and out from it is johns dream self. and a PLUSHIE. OF JACK NOIR.

this is insane. its like humiliating. its awful. its like jack is laughing at wv's face. oh my god. anyway wv rips it apart and hes real for that. I LOVE YOU WV!!!!!!!!!!!

not to mention PM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let me just put some badass images in here. so you know

SHES SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!! shes pissed off shes SO pissed off. she kills hb and uses his walkie talkie to call over jack noir. shes standing on that hill with the blood of jack's coworker flowing in the adjacent creek holding both the crowns covered in blood. she gets the promised package and SHOVES it in johns arms and storms off. shes PISSED OFF!!!! RIGHTFULLY SO! OH MY GOD!

and then the PACKAGE.... obviously you KNOW im crazy about the jake english cameo. but also....

this made me crazy. i like almost cried. oh my god. shes JUST DEAD. ON THE FLOOR. JOHNS SITTING THERE READING THESE LETTERS AND JADE IS DEAD!!!! IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sob. oh my god. and he sheds One tear. and then jack comes to kill him

i loooove how homestuck goes panel-heavy sometimes... along with the short "a [...] is [...]. [...], [...]." which makes no sense in writing. let me give you some examples

i love it. it makes the reading more poetic and slow. its like, make your own opinions on the subject matter. its matter-of-fact. its simple. its SAD. its like this event is so disconnected from everything were going in third person to describe it. its curt and its AWESOME. I LOVE IT!!!! i think if skaia had dialogue or narration or anything this is what it would sound like. it would give you pictures and a short description, and it would say "go fetch".

ok recap. not much but hussie says "Back in the meteor lab, John began the ectobiology session which appeared to have been prepared for him in advance by the guardians who had just been there." which i think is so cute. the guardians prepared it FOR him.... homestuck is truly a story about kids and the things that control/lead them. guardians/skaia/fate/each other/first guardians(bec, doc scratch). even the story itself. so awesome

THEN ACT 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the silly name for alternia translates to "turd odor fuckball" which is funny. and karkats silly name translates to "nookstain bulgereek" which makes sense

whats REALLY interesting to me is karkats parallels with dave. even in these first few pages karkat is SO SIMILAR to him. both slice their teasing names in half and say that they dont have time. theyre "Kind of a big deal, ok?". they have a need to seem "cool". karkat narration has the line "This was not the coolest thing you could have done just now." which threw me for a loop: i never thought of karkat needing to seem Cool. but he does he wants to. hes a leader. he pretends to be a leader. he doesnt want to show to sollux that he thinks highly of him cus he needs to seem COOL. i love karkat

alternia is a planet full of tragedy. they need to sleep in sopor slime to assuage the nightmares of "blood and carnage". theyre surrounded by so much evil and destruction that they need DRUGS EVERY NIGHT to be normal. auuugh.

honestly i pity gamzee waaaay more than i pity karkat. karkat has it good for all i care in the beginning. hes just not sharing his blood color. GAMZEE THOUGH? everyone thinks hes annoying. you can tell hussie writes him as if he's a joke; its clear hussie hates gamzees character and wants you to hate him too. but i cant. hes a hippie and an addict and a black boy. and i feel SO BAD that hes written like that. he could have been great if he wasnt in this situation :-( im sorry gamzee

rip sollux you would have loved reddit

karkat at the end of the karkat/sollux convo kills me. "hey i know we just bantered about how much we hate each other and stuff, but are we still friends?" hes so cute. are we still friends. yeah... yeah. and sollux is like "you say this EVERY TIME. are you joking" and karkats like "Yeah. Yeah im joking haha. Sure am" the poor guy. just wants friends THEYRE JUST KIDS!!!!!! SOB!!

i love terezi. shes so ANNOYING. and i love her for it. shes just fooling around all the time. she wants to piss people off. "Ohhhh karkat youre sooooo handsome and heroic!" hahahahahaha. she does NOT care. "But all of your scalemates are alive to you. ... At least you pretend to believe that to annoy people." SHES SO FUNNY! she gives NO fucks. i love how shes drawn too

then karkat comes in all like HEY TEREZI. IM THE LEADER!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU! what an asshole. but terezi dont care. you know what she does? "lol ok." and then "yeah the leader goes on this badass and seriously cool heroic adventure and hes awesome. and me (the second in command) gets to sit down and do nothing and be bored and its no fun" and karkats like "YEAHHH!!!! IM THE HERO! WOOOO!" and then it cuts to the actual game and terezis been fooling around with her gamey god powers. hahahahahahaha so awesome

okay thats it. i love aradia i saw like 2 of her. maaaybe ill read more this summer :-) bye bye thanks!

[corhore]

So… Zeb Wells totally intended on the kids actually being MJ’s and Paul’s biologically and chickened out (rightfully so, fucking idiot) at the last minute right?

Because in issue 24, Rabin has no idea the kids exist, nor that they’re in the bunker. In issue 25, it’s implied he creates them and the first person he meets when he attacks the bunker is one of the kids. And then issue 26 reveals he created them as a tracking beacon to follow MJ back to her universe, except he could already travel universes and follow and locate her at will way back in issue 21, BEFORE the kids were ever a thing. And the farm life that the “happy family” lives shows they were safe for years, not under constant attack/danger like we assumed, meaning MJ and Paul totally had time to *make* the kids the old fashioned way. Plus Rabin saying he made the kids look like them so they’d get attached more easily feels like some quickly made-up bullshit to justify why she’d stay with Paul if the kids were adopted, instead of co-parenting with Peter.

And in the MJ/Black Cat spin-off, MJ is repeatedly said to have vanished for six months, whilst issue 25 reveals she was gone less than one and her kids are referred to by a demon lord who has been told nothing about them - he just knows stuff because he’s a demon - as MJ’s progeny - not adopted, biological.

They changed it last minute to save his ass.

And then in issue 26 they have Rabin call Paul “Your precious Paul” to MJ, have MJ defending a genocide enabler against Peter, which certainly seems intended to imply she loves him, especially when she compares the two, tells Peter she knows everything about Paul and tells him Paul has never lied to her (which he has, about many very big things, so gaslighting too now) and has MJ protesting “Spider-Man is not my boyfriend!” when Kamala calls him her bf. Yeah he definitely wanted to make his OCship canon and is pissed he wasn’t allowed (GOOD, fuck him).

Fucking idiot genuinely thought he could permanently split up Peter and MJ, remove the possibility of Mayday from canon for good and fans would be ok with it.

I think your giving Wells too much credit.

The truth is that he has NO plan for the kids or Paul. If he did then they would actually get explored and fleshed out in the book. The fact that Paul and the kids have had zero spotlight other than one issue (and the girl having two names cus the editors/Wells didn't remember her name) is evidence that Wells didn't care. Hell they only appear in like 7 issues across 27 issues most of which they do nothing.

From the very beginning he didn't care at all about the Kids/Paul nor MJ. He just wanted to writer a Spidey book with Peter working with a "reformed" Norman and be with Black Cat. Paul and the kids was just a dumb way to get MJ outta the way.

The truth is you can make this premise MJ dating another guy and adopting kids good. You can, but the execution has to be fucking spot on especially with MJ, but Wells not only isn't a good enough writer to pull that off, but he didn't care about the premise to begin with. Paul and the kids are nothing characters. They are props. Literal props to stir up controversy and to make people angry.

What were left with is the kids are gone, Paul is still around and MJ is sad. Are they still a couple? Were they ever even in love? What happens to them now? All questions everyone wants (good) answers to, but Wells doesn't care to answer for at least several months cus MJ isn't appearing in the book for the foreseeable future.

And then theres the legit textbook fridging of Ms Marvel a character whos appears in a whopping 12 pages overall.

Its legitimately insane how baffling poor this book is. This is career endingly bad. I fear Zeb Wells isn't writing another Marvel comic for a very long time after this.

Btw he's also writing Deadpool 3 and The Marvels.

[javasquats]

Okay so, you may notice that a lot of the names have to to with god, directly or indirectly. Praising him, telling his goodness, receiving gifts from him. Tribal names are given very intentionally, and in a now vey Christianized context, very often have to do with god, in some way ascribing the blessing of the child to him. Sewuesedoo, it is good to thank god [for this child], Aondodoo, god is good [for giving us this child], etc.

Traditionally, names had more to do with the circumstances surrounding a child's birth rather than the child itself. An aunt on my mom's side is named "Nanier": "nan" = what, "i" = in this context being you plural (pronounced "ee"), "er" = to do/to be/to happen (pronounced "ay"). Altogether, it basically means "what did you (all) do?" or "what happened?" What happened was, back then, extended families lived in large compounds together with individual homes to a family/couple. But my grandfather pissed off one of his uncles (by flirting with said uncle's wife), and so he, my pregnant grandmother and my oldest aunt were kicked out of the compound. The family farm was quite far from the compound, so a small hut had been built out there for people to rest in if they got tired instead of going all the way home. My grandparents stayed there waiting for the uncle to calm down and let them come home, and it was there that my grandmother gave birth to my aunt. When her mom came by to see the baby, she was surprised to find them all the way out there, so she asked them "Nanier?" basically, "wtf are y'all doing out here???" and that's how my aunt got her name which is kind of hilarious.

A bunch of my aunts and uncles on my dad's side have names having to do with power struggle, because around the time my paternal grandfather was having a bunch of kids, he felt he was being cheated out of a position of power that was rightfully his. Mbadum: "mba" = they are (the m is basically silent so it's pronounced "ba"), "du" = to remove, "m" = again, to make it personal, so essentially "they are removing me (from the position I deserve)". Mlumun: "m" = to make it personal, "lumun" = to release, basically "I have left it", I guess when he gave up.

I can't remember all my maternal aunts' and uncles' tribal names off the top of my head, but by the time they got to kid number five (of eight!), they had more to do with god. Ngusonun: "ngu" = is (the n is basically silent, pronounced "gu"), sonun = looking after, "[god] is looking after".

Certain names used to be a lot more gendered, for example Doosuur is typically a girl's name but the cousin I have named that is a dude. A lot of names still are, like Dooshima, Adoo, etc. are still mostly girl's names. Ngutor, Tersoo, etc. are more masculine. It's not like taboo or anything, it's more like how you'd probably do a double take if you met a guy named Jane. Lots of other names are gender neutral though, Sughnen, Sesugh, etc.

The phonestics of Tiv aren't too complicated, although you may have noticed some silent letters. These are almost always at the beginning of words, and basically give the next letter some umph. Like the town of Gboko, the g is silent but it gives the b some extra umph to it that's hard to convey in text.

There are a BUNCH of homophones though which drives me INSANE. The words for yam, house/room, honey, and [one's own] body are all basically pronounced the exact same way and the only difference is stress and sometimes context. I grew up in America until I was ten, so my Tiv accent is abysmal, making it nearly impossible for me to say some of these things correctly, even thirteen years later (I will admit I kinda gave up after a couple of months because I was sick of my cousins teasing me about it, and only picked it up again when an older girl in boarding school found out we were the same tribe but I couldn't speak the language and then ONLY spoke to me in Tiv).

There are some words which basically mean the same thing but are used in different contexts. For example "zege" and "kehe" both basically mean "big", but "zege" conveys more size while "kehe" conveys more weight. Basically, you would describe a house as large (zege), but a dog as heavy (kehe".

Then there are words that don't have specifics. The word to describe food as being good is "nyoho", and although it's used more to describe sweet foods, there isn't really a distinction between sweet and savory. So you would describe the really good fried chicken you had for lunch and the really good cake you had for dessert with the same exact word.

One interesting little fact is what Tiv shares with Hausa. The word for church/worship is the same in both languages, "aduwa", and the words for school are very similar "makaranta" in Hausa and "manta" in Tiv. The words for for food are not the same, but are built the same way: "abinci" in Hausa, "abin" = something, ci = to eat, "something to eat", "kwayan" in Tiv, "kwa" = something, "yan" = to eat, "something to eat". Tiv people allegedly came from somewhere east before settling in the Benue River basin, and Hausa people are decidedly northerners, so this is likely to do with interactions in trade than a common ancestry, but I think it's interesting anyways.

Back in the day, Aondo was the name of the almighty, supreme god. There were a myriad of smaller dieties, spirits and powers under him. Basically, if you had a problem, you went to one of the little guys, offering prayers or sacrifices or whatever. If the problem wasn't fixed, you went to a bigger guy, all the way up to the big guy, Aondo. When the missionaries came, Aondo became the name for the like Yahweh, because the idea of being supreme over all is basically the same. Like I said, both in worship and in naming, "Ter" (meaning father) and Aondo are used fairly interchangeably, Aondo being more formal. "Ter Aondo" specifically refers to god the father. "Jijingi" just means spirit, but in a chrisitan context refers to the Holy Spirit, more formally "Jijingi u Civi", that is, "the spirit of purity/holiness". Jesus is just Yesu, or Yesu Kristu for Jesus Christ. "Tor" also a title that's used sometimes, although less often. It means "king", and heaven is called "Tar Tor", the land of the king. "Msen" means "prayer".

The Tiv people were traditionally a very decentralized people, having clan heads of families and groups of families rather than an overall king. My people are from Kwande, so there's the Ter-Kwande, "father of Kwande". When the British came they didn't like that very much though so they put someone in charge so they could just refer to one person instead of having to deal with a bunch of elders and chiefs and whatnot. He's called the "Tor Tiv", "king of Tiv" which is something of a misleading title. Although it's a very important position with power and wealth and all that, it's not a line of succession. When the Tor Tiv dies, rather than one of his sons becoming the next Tor Tiv, a new one is elected. There have been I think around Tor Tivs total, which shows you how recent the development is, only about some hundred plus years

This is all so cool holy moly. That’s so interesting that by that traditional naming convention, tribal names sort of mark family history!! I can’t get over the fact that your aunt got her name from her grandmother basically saying “Ayo wtf happened??” That’s incredible.

Also please note that after reading this last night, I went and spent an hour looking at articles on Tiv phonology (instead of washing dishes), because that’s the type of stuff that I fixate on I guess. I was curious about the sounds you were saying had more “umph” but couldn’t find a specific explanation. Maybe I’ll be able to find a video where I can pick up on the sounds, idk I’m just curious to hear them after reading your description. I did read that Tiv is a tonal language, which like. Yeah picking back up on learning that after 10 years in the US sounds Tough lol

Re: the word stuff, it’s always fun to see how different languages vary in the ways they divide meaning! Like two concepts that are grouped together in one language will have distinct words in another. Also, the Hausa overlap is really neat too! Hausa is a Chadic language, so it wouldn’t share ancestry with Tiv. The similarities would instead be from language contact as you said, like how English has borrowed from French, Latin, Spanish, etc. but is not a Romance language.

It’s also very interesting hearing about how the religious and political systems changed under colonialism. Leave it to the British imperialists to just group people together regardless of culturally determined distinctions.

Thank you so much for the mini language cultural history lesson!! I love learning things

[theforgottendrummajor]

Day 94 of Being a Drum Major

Hey.

I’m just gonna get into it. I hate myself right now.

**rant incoming— TW: car accident and self-hate**

Last night, the band leadership team was hanging out at one of the section leader’s houses. And as my co-drum major and I are leaving, I ran my car into another section leader’s car.

I hate myself.

He was pissed (rightfully so) and I had at least three anxiety attacks last night. Add onto that two more this morning. It’s been fun.

But, yeah. I’m actually so fucking scared to see everyone again on Friday. I think they all think the problem is my parents, and how badly I’m gonna be punished. But what they don’t know is the amount of self-loathing I’ve gone through within the past 24 hours. I’m not kidding. The amount of times that I’ve thought it would be so much easier to be unalive is insane.

And there it is. My co-drum major texted me. And now I want to cry.

I hate myself.

Don’t worry, little tiny people in my phone reading this. I’ll talk to my therapist about it when I see her next week.

But I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been contemplating quitting marching band. If my director hears about this, I’m even more dead. Like, how the fuck do you see someone who’s supposed to be “the face of the band” as the girl who hit the trumpet guy’s car?

Yes, it was on accident. Yes, it was pitch black. Yes, I couldn’t see shit. Yes, I’ve hardly done anything but stare at the wall. I made myself sleep on the floor, using my mini sundress as a blanket last night (but I couldn’t fall asleep). I really have no idea how low you have to get before you start thinking of yourself as the worst thing in existence, but it’s there.

But yeah. I hate myself.

I feel like shit, and it’s not gonna change. I don’t want to see anyone, or do anything.

I see my drum major (she’s alum now) tomorrow, and I swear to God, I might break down when I see her. She wasn’t there. She knows nothing. But just seeing her…

She’s been there for me through everything. And I’m telling you, I wanted so bad to call her last night and ask her to take me home. Because I didn’t want to see my family.

Of course, I didn’t do any of that.

I hate myself.

I haven’t even been able to get the drum major experience, and I’m already about to take myself out of it. Which I don’t want to do. But I feel so bad, I hate myself so much that I’m willing to ruin my entire future. And to think that my drum major and I were talking yesterday (before the accident) about college auditions and shit.

I really don’t know what to do anymore.

See you on the field (or not, because I won’t be there)

—theforgottendrummajor

[jellybellyblimp]

I’ve got this weird little hot take: Book fans for years have tended to say Lestat never stopped seeing Claudia as a little girl/doll he could dress up, while Louis saw the tragedy of her maturing but never growing and this played a big part in the deterioration of Claudia and Lestat’s relationship. HOWEVER, I think it’s the opposite. So recently I reread IWTV and TVL and I honestly think the problem was Lestat did see her as a woman, while consciously Louis could recognize she had grown but he couldn’t ever actually treat her with the weight that deserves. Lestat loved her and the books make his love for her very obvious, but as she grows up, acts out, and does stupid shit that will get all of them in trouble, he believes these actions should be treated with the weight befitting the actions of an adult. He’s often rightfully pissed, but every time Louis intercedes on her behalf and she’s allowed to get way with things Louis would never have accepted Lestat or any other adult doing. This results in a deterioration between not just Lestat and Claudia but Lestat and Louis as well. Lestat is increasingly frustrated that she is allowed to act petty, rash, and angry, while he is not (because let’s be real he’s a big fuckin baby). It’s also why (and I think justifiably) he begins to see her a legitimate rival for Louis’ affection. Because they are vampires and she is an unaging five year old, she mentally passes all the milestones, but will never be able to move out and flourish as an independent adult. They are frozen in this format and she goes from just their child to basically what Lestat feels is a third wheel in their relationship.(And like yeah who’s fuckin fault is that Lestat) Louis however excuses and dismisses her behavior for literally the entire book. He’s even kind of self aware about it. He comments on his own treatment of her because when he sees others treat her as a child he can recognize that he has been as well, but he’s never really able to stop. Because well she looks fuckin 5 and he’s her father.

Anyway my point is Claudia herself said Louis was easier to manipulate, but I think a big reason for that is that he still saw and treated her as a child.

We could also have a discussion about how this recognition of Claudia as a vampiric adult, despite physically remaining five, might have to do with his relationship with Armand or even his own turning.

(Ironically I think the show mirrors this very well, but takes it a step further because I don’t think he saw her as a rival for Louis’ affection until the moment she comes back. Because by aging her up, they made her capable of moving out and flourishing as an adult, but she still came back and asked Louis to leave with her. In that moment she goes from his dumbass child to a legitimate threat to his relationship with Louis. Not that Louis and Claudia have a romantic relationship but it’s basically “I heard your hearts dancing” all over again. He’s got some truly insane jealousy issues.)

[limmastyles]

This new article Olivia complained about the hate that she gets and how people say awful things about her and her children and her as a mother and the fact that Harry is well aware of all the shit that people say and has never once come to her defence is funny to me. Just pretend for a quick second that this relationship is real. If I cheated on my fiancé who I share two kids worth of nine years to be with a guy who is 10 years younger than me, Cast of him in my movie knowing that he’s not a very good actor, made the entire workplace aware of the affair that we were having, put my reputation as a Director and a professional on the line constantly I would expect something from this guy. On a daily basis for the last year and nine months Olivia has been subjected to a lot of vitriol and hate. Sometimes rightfully so. They have attacked her career, her relationship, her physical appearance, her as a human being, and her children. They have gotten some of the most heinous things said to all of them but also have sent death threats. If my boyfriend didn’t do anything to stop it even though he’s the cause of why I’m receiving all of this heat I would break up with him. Because Olivia would have not gone through any of this if her and Harry were not involved.  I am travelling the world leaving my kids every other week sometimes missing my week with the kids to make my boyfriend happy and i’ve got about him in interviews but can barely ever really speak about him and he goes and says that he’s never been in a public relationship I would be fucking pissed. Harry has shown that if this relationship is real(which it’s not) he’s not a good boyfriend to Olivia. Because not only is she getting slaughtered online so we’re her children. I can’t imagine every single day waking up and finding a new headline about me or having people make fun of me for everything, my age, my body, my appearance, how I dance,. I know for a fact no matter how strong she likes to claim she is and how above everything she is I know for a fact that this woman has some new insecurities. Shit that she probably never even was insecure or thought about are probably on her mind on a daily basis and you can tell by the amount of Botox she’s gone. Harry does not give a fuck about this girl which is why I know for a fact this relationship is not real. But also in a fantasy world which it was Olivia has Had her reputation completely slaughtered. The movie was terrible. It has a 48% on Metacritic, a 44% on rotten tomatoes, and a three Out of 10 on IMDb. This movie is not good. This is also a movie that she put her own money into and a big reason why this movie isn’t really good it’s because of Harry and his terrible acting skills. Also after seeing how she treated Florence Pugh in this whole production there’s a lot of people in this industry who won’t want to work with her again. Not even for production companies and studios I’m talking about actors and actresses. What Florence Pugh went through it and you know for a fact that they know what really happened on that so why in the world would they wanna work with Olivia Wilde. Not to mention all of the shit that fans have dug up about her it’s insane. She went from being one of the most exciting female directors to a laughing stock in just under two years. And all of that is because of Harry and he still refuses to claim her. She has sacrificed all of this shit has gone through all of this and most of it is her own fault but still it’s because of Harry’s fanbase and he won’t even defend her. Anytime she tries to reassure the fact that the relationship is real this man continuously makes her look like a fucking fool. Ignoring her at Venice and we saw the amount of times that she try to make eye contact with him or have some type of interaction with him and he gave her the cold shoulder. This stunt was truly the downfall of Olivia Wilde and she has nobody else but herself and Harry to blame. She went into this movie being a new exciting female Director to someone Hollywood can’t stand. And it’s 100% all on her.

THIS THIS THIS

[matthewtkachuk]

why do you think that strangers gonna mind with PLD??? 💚💚💚

hi love, hope you don't mind this being a little late ❤️

pairing: pierre-luc dubois x reader

warnings: mentions of cyber bullying, fangirls being mean :/

word count: 1k

why do you think that strangers gonna mind

You’re not a stranger to unsavoury comments made about you on the internet. In the eighth grade you’d pissed off the wrong group of girls in your school and ended up drawing their ire vis a vis facebook. At the time it had been the worst thing ever, with constant harassment and even a private facebook group made to shit talk you, but looking back it was pretty funny that they were threatened by your friendship with one of their (and you use the term very loosely) boyfriends.

Now? Now every bit of social media you had was locked down or deleted. Instagram and twitter? Private. Facebook? A variation of your first and middle names that you’d told everyone was because you didn’t want future employers finding you. LinkedIn and Pinterest? Deleted. Spotify? Fake name.

The reason for that was simple.

Your boyfriend was a professional athlete and fangirls be crazy. You’d managed to fly under the radar for a lot longer than you thought you ever would, lasting more than a year and an international trade before an errant ponytail on your boyfriend’s wrist during an interview had the internet sleuths of instagram on your tail.

The tiny, insignificant detail had brought attention to the fact that he was likely dating someone, and from there you can only speculate it was a careless tag that led them straight to you. In the beginning, you’d never thought of making your account private. Really, you had 300 followers tops, and most of them were people you’d gone to school with throughout the years. It never crossed your mind in the early months of dating Pierre, especially since you’d never actually posted him on your feed, only tagging him in your insta stories that disappeared alongside the experiences together.

Even after you’d been found out, it hadn’t been a cute selfie of the two of you on your couch that nailed the final nail in your coffin. In fact, it wasn’t Pierre at all, it was a totally cute, totally innocent picture of Pierre’s bulldogs sleeping alongside your lab daschund cross. That had been enough though, firmly cementing you as the mystery girl whose ponytail had been around Pierre’s wrist.

Very quickly, you’d had to limit your comments and not much longer you went private entirely. Yet, somehow, particularly determined fans were able to make their way to your filtered messages and sent you insults through the messaging systems of other less conspicuous apps. You can’t really explain why, but you don’t really tell Pierre the whole truth behind your social media cleanse. Deflecting a little, you minimize the situation, stating it was ‘only a fan or two’ and it was just a good idea to lock it down before things got too insane.

And then they’d found your LinkedIn, the one you’d made in college because the career guidance staff told you that you’d needed one. Luckily, you hadn’t updated it since you were a sophomore and so the only information anyone was able to glean from it was long outdated and didn’t tell them much. Although you were pretty sure that the restaurant you’d worked at part time through college was receiving an uptick in patronage. Honestly good for them, if they’d offered a better salary and health benefits and your boyfriend hadn’t been traded to Canada of all places, you might have stayed long term.

As it stands, you’re in Winnipeg and Pierre is too, and above anything else you’re young and in love and Pierre, rightfully so, wants to plaster you all over his instagram. It should make your face warm, cause your heart to beat a little faster than is medically necessary. It doesn’t though, it just fills you with an awkward sense of dread that is proven rational by the comments Pierre doesn’t see and the messages you don’t show him.

You’re relatively confident in yourself, having learned to love the body you were blessed with a long time ago, and you know that more than anything you have a good and kind heart, but yet you can’t help but let the awful things that strangers say about you take root in your heart.

It has you protesting the next time he wants to post a video of you playing with the dogs onto his story - at first, playfully wrestling for his phone to delete the photo until the air turns thick with tension as you all but demand he not post it.

It’s not until he asks what’s going on that you break, pulling your dog onto your lap and tearfully admitting you don’t want to hear what strangers on the internet are going to say about you.

“Why do you think that strangers are gonna mind?” he asks and you can’t help the sarcastic laugh that leaves your lips. Your dog whines quietly at the heartbreaking sound and you comfort her with a hand running down her back.

You admit it all then, the taunts and the insults and the threats. The real reason behind your social media purge and the twinge of fear that lights up your insides every time you see the little notification pop up on your phone.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you tell him after he asks why you never told him what was going on.

“I want to know what’s going on with you always,” he protests and you relax into his embrace on the couch. “If you don’t want me to post you on my instagram anymore I won’t, but I like to show you off.” The grin on his face is so endearing, canine teeth on display that you can’t resist the urge to kiss it right off him.

You let him post it, and every other post he wants that features you, including one a year and a half later that focuses on a pretty little ring on your left hand.

After all, who cares if a stranger minds?