#it is just a lot of pathetic clout chasing

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

it is such a relief that the Snyderbros and their toxic masculinity don't have any real presence on Tumblr, probably because this platform just isn't suited to their methods. All they do is spam hashtags and harass people, which is easier to do on the cesspool that Twitter has become.

[luckykiwiii101]

I’m turning off anons! Lmfao the audacity y’all have to bully me. Post it with ur actual account then. I’m literally just 15. I’m just trying to help people manifest their dream lives and you are just bullying me. Now how is that what i get in return for wanting to see people succeed?! Wow. I’m also still on my own journey to manifesting my dream life. I created my blog to spread what i’ve learnt. And i’ve learnt so much since i came to tumblr. I’ve entered the void state a few times but struggled to be aware. The times where i’ve entered and woken up in the void state aware is when i had no clue what it was! I made that clear ages ago!! Stop trying to accuse me of lying! Tf?! Why on earth would i lie? What would i gain from lying?! Tell me?! Just because of your disbelief in your ability does NOT give you the right to come on my blog and accuse me of lying! PATHETIC! Also if you’ve manifested your dream life i doubt that you would still be roaming tumblr reading posts about how to manifest your dream life. The idiocy. And to say that “It’s not bullying”. Bro yes it is. Tf. How about YOU go learn what bullying is. It wasn’t a one time thing, multiple people are ganging up on me now. But carry on. Low lives.

+ Calling me rude? Okay! Of course i’m not going to respect people who disrespect me. Tf? Want me to sugarcoat it and act like a princess? Want me to just let them disrespect me. “Oh sorry, i’ll do whatever you want. You’re right. I am a low life and an embarrassment and a liar”. AS IF! I’m none of those things and you know it. You’re just reflecting your assumptions about yourself onto me! LMFAO the irony. If you really hate me then go block me and stop reading my posts? It’s that simple? I’m not here to convince you that i’m telling the truth. You can choose to believe in me or not. It doesn’t change the fact that i have entered the void state. Want me to take a picture of my void state and send it to you? Tf? Loa is based on faith and you want proof? You don’t even have faith in yourselves. You need picture proof for everything don’t you?

+ I’m going to stop posting. Unless they are success stories. I’m not giving you guys any more advice. I’m sick and tired of the people on this app. I honestly never thought i would be one of those bloggers that would be bullied on this app. I’m turning off anons so i know that half of you won’t want to send your success stories and i’m fine with that. You can priv message me and if you want to be anonymous i’ll crop out your username and pfp.

Edit: NO WAY!!! I was just abt to turn off anons and decided to look at my inbox and someone accused me of faking the success stories?! WHAT?! I’m sorry what?! They said “it’s you down to the way you type”. WHAT?! That is the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever heard. It’s disheartening. I actually felt the pit in my stomach when i read that. People just assuming the worst about you feels horrible. But it just shows their lack of disbelief in themselves. I did not crate my blog to chase clout wtf?! Why would i spend 2+ hours perfecting my posts so you guys can read them. All that for clout?! I think NOT.

Look at these:

(The way they’re all anonymous says a lot).

+ The amount of bloggers you guys have done this to is CRAZY. Smh 🤦‍♀️

[thewebcomicsreview]

Well, I always said that the only thing left for Sinfest was to explicitly go after Jews, and that I'd let you know when it happened, and here we are. It's honestly even lamer than anything I could have expected.

The fact that he's depicting a literal Jewish Space Laser is kind of interesting.

The term comes from a claim far-right dingus Marjorie Taylor Greene made about (((Rothschild)))-Controlled satellites starting wildfires in California with lasers in order to get a rail project approved, but the term "Jewish Space Lasers" has almost exclusively been used by leftists making fun of her. Tats using this term kind of feeds into my growing suspicion that he's not actually super invested in this and is just appealing to the current alt-right trends to chase clout.

Not that it makes things better, of course. And lots of right-wingers like to dress up their bigotry in "It's just a joke!" language, though that's not exactly been Tats' style in the past.

But it's a sad, pathetic end to him, isn't it? Like, the one single admirable trait Tatsuya Ishida could be claimed to have is that he wasn't afraid to stand up for his insane hateful beliefs even in the face of collapsing patreon revenue, and now here he is pretending to care about Twitter drama so he can get clicks from more mass shooters.

[domesticangel]

I’m not talking about it any more after this but the amount of people who supported lex and leighton right up until the apology vids came out and suddenly are SO quick to believe matt and ryan and forgive them (even though it is not and never will be their place to do so !!!) is genuinely pathetic. I don’t care if you’ve been a fan for years and have merch and they’re your comfort youtubers. stop putting so much stock into the creators you consume that you’re willing to throw victims under the bus so you don’t have to feel bad about watching funnie youtube video. get a life and get a fucking spine. I don’t care how sympathetic someone known to be manipulative and selfish appeared in their apology video—there were plenty of things matt glossed over, failed to address/take responsibility for, and imo lied about. I was afraid people with no real strong convictions and/or are easily manipulated would fall for his video and it looks like I was right to feel that way.

Im genuinely not buying that he “doesn’t recall”handling lex’s confession to him in such a cold and selfish manner. I know he apologized for how they handled it, but that was completely tarnished by his insistence they didn’t try to cover anything up to save their brand despite evidence otherwise. “not wanting to tell lex’s story” was just too convenient of a placation.

I also think it’s especially telling that matt failed to mention there were VIDEOS of them saying the n word when he was so quick to whine about lex’s partner bringing up their use of racial slurs, so I’m not sure why so many people are keen to disregard what leighton mentioned in his stream about the use of slurs in the office. I mean, okay, I KNOW why, but its appalling how mask off people are when it comes to not giving a fuck about their favorite youtuber’s racism.

i know there’s some confusion about some of the points leighton brought up and some of that confusion is even seconded by lex herself, but there’s still plenty of them that I believe and that resulted from supermega utterly failing to create a safe work environment, and how defensive matt gets when speaking on a gay man struggling with mental illness’s grievances with homophobia and workplace sexual assault and painting him as hysterical, vindictive and deranged is just not passing the sniff test for me. I really don’t give a fuck about matt and ryan’s romantic lives so leighton bringing that in was whatever, but that shit is so pale in comparison to a lot of the other allegations that deserved more of a place in their apology.

also matt implying that one of lex’s literal friends who got her permission to make a video uplifting her voice was simply diverting attention from her sexual assault to clout chase was just…slimy. it was a split second (probably intentionally!) but it was very much there.

Idk. It so fucking obvious to me the angles he was playing here. like yeah they’re just human but sometimes humans are selfish and they throw people under the bus for their own gain and they do really shitty things that don’t deserve your coddling or support. I hope some of you get a fucking grip.

[loominggaia]

This might be a stupid question but: is it possible to spawn camp a divine? By that I mean send an army to a divine's birth place and kill them right after they resurrect.

Yes, this is possible. However, most divines have found clever ways to prevent this from happening.

For example...

Karenza, Divine of Love: Used magic to picked up the chunk of land where she was born and cause it to levitate through the skies. Now it's always mobile, and she resurrects on the floating island wherever it may be.

Mankind's Disgrace, Divine of Hate: Instructed his evil army to build a fortress around his place of birth and guard it. It has been destroyed a few times by his many enemies, but in the end, his army always prevails by chasing them out and rebuilding it.

Erasmos, Divine of Lechery: He's just so pathetic and incompetent that no one sees any point in spawn camping him. He's not worth the effort. His birthplace is also in the middle of nowhere, deep in a forest where no one goes. No one knows the exact location, nor do they care.

Krozlaug, Divine of Industry: His birthplace is now a tourist attraction owned by the Zareenite government. He got drunk and signed a bad contract, so long story short, he receives no money from this. On the bright side, his spawn point is protected by Zareen Empire. On the down side, it's covered in trash and graffiti from tourists, and there is nothing he can do about it...

Green Witch, Divine of Forests: Her method is "kill your enemies before they kill you". That's it. If she does die, she's kinda fucked because she'll resurrect in Seelie territory. The Seelie are her enemies, and they would love nothing more than to capture her. They actually do "spawn camp" her place of birth, just waiting to snipe her the moment she appears. She is working on gaining ground with her army and reclaiming that chunk of land.

Miliko, Divine of Vanity: He simply built one of his mansions over his birthplace, so he always resurrects in his own home. As long as he keeps up on his taxes, he's fine.

For the most part, divines have enough money, social clout, or power to protect their birthplaces in some way. They might hire mercenaries or bribe government militaries, or maybe they just have a lot of rabid fans willing to protect the site for free. In any case, divine birthplaces are rarely unguarded.

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[hissinghydrangeas]

To me it feels like an ad on the post and unnecessary if ppl want to reblog they will and if they don't they don't. We all want clout but begging for it doesn't help get it.

It's not like Tumblr gives money and the artist needs reblogs to survive or smth. It's just whiny, clout chasing begging. Like a YouTuber asking for subs and likes.(Except YouTube is a job for a lot of people and likes and subs keep them off the streets so it's understandable and reasonable) I'm saying this as an artist.

If you want your stuff to be seen then make art worth reblogging, build you platforms or whatever. "Please support my Tumblr blog so I can get popular and get tons of notes and asks" or whatever you do when u get popular on here is pathetic af. Get off the side of Internet road and get gud

That previous art anon comes off like an entitled prick.

Newsflash people, people aren’t gonna see likes as easy as a reblog! so YES, reblogs are necessary, and be fucking for real, what does it cost you to just reblog something if you like it? Oh noooooo now my friends are able to see this post as well! really, what is the actual deal that you had to waste a confession blogs time and slot to bitch about it and then make artists feel bad about simply trying to get their art seen, did your parents never teach you to keep rude comments to yourself? This also goes out to all the people who agreed to them, especially the bigger artists, who btw you should know how hard it is for art to catch on online, unless you just got lucky and started off with a big following, which I highly doubt

this is a bit rambley but my point still stands

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[searenbound]

Is it healthy to be this obsessed with my own work? Good question, moving on. Here’s some bully Bakugou redeeming himself via fucking you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. Based on this ask from @blaize-hewwo. I’m also gonna tag @pervysenpaix because I just think you might like it 👉🏼👈🏼 hope that’s ok with you 👉🏼👈🏼

Warnings: bullying, toxic relationship turning into a healthy one, vaguely described/implied punch from reader, degradation kink, oral(male receiving), vaginal fingering and sex, afab and fem reader, unprotected sex, pet names used (princess, doll), swearing, hair pulling, written with chubby reader in mind, quirkless au because why not?

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Ask him and he’ll tell you he’s the best at everything. Best in class, best at whatever stupid sport he was using to pass his time, best damn drummer you’ll ever hear. Simply the best, but of course he’s not a god, no matter how badly he’d like to think himself as one.

Even he had to be at something and of course he was. He’d never admit it out loud, would honestly rather die instead, but Katsuki Bakugou has no fucking clue how to talk to women.

He wasn’t sweet and flirtatious like his friend Kaminari. Wasn’t as charismatic and charming like a lot of people found Kirishima to be. Not nearly as laidback and fun to be around as Sero.

If it wasn’t for desperate women who chased him for clout he’d probably be completely clueless, but pussy is pussy and it’s not like he cared enough to pass up a effortless fuck when he wanted some.

He would of been fine with this arrangement. Perfectly happy to never get attached and navigate actually getting to know a girl, but she had to ruin that when she transferred in.

Pretty face with beautiful eyes and plump pouty lips, round cheeks that he wanted to squeeze and pinch until they squealed. Plush looking body he wanted to feel pressed against his muscular one so badly it almost hurt. He was disgustingly obsessed and at first she didn’t even give him the time of day.

Never paying him mind or even looking at his general direction. It pissed him off.

He had no idea what he’d even say if she talked to him. No clue how to get her attention for that matter and he didn’t get why it angered him so much but he was certain that was on her. That’s probably why he lashed out at her.

Grabbing a handful of hair and yanking her back, hissing that she was in his way and threatening her when she spoke up. He intended on never looking her way just like she’d been doing to him, only for the third or fourth time to pull a new reaction that had him straining against the fabric of his pants.

He yanked a little too roughly one day, knocking her head into the desk with a soft thud and pathetic whimper. He glanced at her ready to hiss out a insult about her being too sensitive and was confronted with her dazed and confused expression. Eyes glossy with unshed tears, lower lip quivering and breathing heavy enough he could clearly note the rise and fall of her breast.

For half a second he was speechless, thoughtlessly even, but soon enough he was more venomous. Crueler then ever as his fingers tightened and yanked her back again after allowing her to sit back up, filth spilling from his lips in a harsh whisper.

“You’re so fuckn’ pathetic Princess. You cry like a stupid little attention whore over what? Didn’t even hurt ya’ did I? Worthless pathetic little—”. “I-I’m n-not—” she’d try to defend herself but he was always quick to cut her off again “Aww you gonna cry? Go on cry for me dumb slut”.

They never gave him the satisfaction, always managing to run from him leaving him frustrated and and in need of the nearest private area to elevate his problem he blamed solely on how beautiful she looked. So desperate for him, at least he liked pretending that was the case.

He knew it was pretty fucked, how he treated her. The person he hoped to make (Yn) Bakugou someday probably shouldn’t be so terrified by him. So the day he attempted to corner her, hoping to feel her soft and squirming body pressed against him while he hissed vulgarities into her ear only to have his nose broken while she shouted him down was disturbingly alluring to him.

Cock throbbing and nose gushing while she read him for filth was probably the worst time to realize you’re in love sure, but it didn’t change the fact he knew for certain he wanted to make her his.

First step apologize for being such a dickhead. How does he do that though? He could offer her something maybe? Take her somewhere to try and make up for it?

“You could just tell her you’re kinda shitty at social stuff” Kaminari had offered as advice, and ultimately ended up with a book thrown in his face and whining about how he was right. He had a point though, as much as he hates to admit it, she was far too kind hearted not to give him a second chance if he told her he realized how shitty he was being and offered to try and make things right between them.

Fast forward six months, and he still doesn’t feel he’s earned her forgiveness that came so easily. He refuses to believe the sweet giggles he receives are genuinely because he made her laugh. The tight hugs that left no room between them weren’t anything special for a friend to receive. The gorgeous smile that haunts his late night thoughts wasn’t unique to him, but it didn’t stop him from rutting up into his hand every time he thought of her when he should’ve been asleep.

He never got over that feeling of wanting, but he felt he matured enough to know it was his problem and not hers. He was holding them both back clingy to his fantasies so he confessed one night just to get his rejection and subsequent moving on process over with.

“You mean that? It’s not a joke right?”.

“The hell kinda asshole says shit like that as a joke? I wasn’t that fuckin’ bad!” he huffed opening his mouth to say something else only to be ambushed with a hug and squealing excitement. Happy tears welling up in her eyes as she told him how she felt.

He was over the moon, teasing her about how easily she cries and kissing her soft lips for the first time. His hands wondering over her body, kneading at her flesh gently and groaning when she decided to drop to her knees.

This was moving fast, he should stop her and ask if she really wants this. Easier said than done when she was looking up at him as she bobbed her head. Whining at the familiar hissed out swear and hand tangled in her hair. She placed her hands against his thighs to stable herself, moaning around him when he praised her “Shit, Doll you look so damn good on your knees for me”.

She pulled back panting and trying to catch her breath before speaking “You think so? My ex used to tell me I looked gross like this, said I—” “whatever bullshit the bastard said was wrong” he growled out, cupping her cheek before continuing “you’re fucking gorgeous (Yn) fucker was blind not see it”.

He grunted in pleasure when she responded with paying attention to his dick again, suckling at the tip and stroking the length of his thick shaft “L-listen, fuck you’re good at this, you don’t gotta, gotta do this if you don’t wanna Doll”.

“I want to!” she snapped up to look at him, hand never slowing as she spoke “I want to really, b-but um… do you… c-can you call me those mean things you used to?”. He blinked at her, slowly realizing she wants him to be mean before snorting.

“You’re fuckin’ with me aren’t ya’? You want me to call you a stupid slut?”.

“M-maybe not stupid, but I kinda like the way it sounds when you call me—”.

“Open your mouth for me, nice and wide. A pretty little whore like you knows how to do that right?”. He would have laughed at how immediate the response was, but he was a bit busy tossing his head back and knotting his fingers in her hair, hissing in pleasure and tightening his grip on her hair.

If he was supposed to hold back, he was failing that task spectacularly, his hips rolling into her mouth. Grunting when she reached a hand up to play with his balls. There was no way he could prolong this, it felt way too damn good not to give into his selfish desires. “S-shit Princess, I’m gonna, fuck gonna cum” he hissed out, feeling her whining around him and gently nuzzling against his thighs as he came down her throat.

He barely caught his breath before ordering her up with a surprisingly calm “Get on the bed”. He watched in satisfaction as she quickly stripped everything she was wearing off before settling on her bed. Propped up on her pillows and legs spread, her perfect cunt on full display just for him.

“Just like that, that’s a good little slut for me” he groaned, watching her beam with pride.

Shuddering with anticipation when he settled himself on the bed. Gasping out a “F-feels a-amazing” when his fingers made quick work of pumping into her heated core.

“Does it? Should’ve guessed a shameless pretty little whore would like getting fingered by her bully huh?” he whispered against her lips before silencing her desperate cries with a kiss, curling his fingers and rubbing against her inner walls. “That’s not fair! Y-you sound so, so good when you talk like that, c-can’t help it if I get wet”.

“You really are fuckin’ shameless huh? can’t believe you were getting this wet for my cock even when I made life hell for ya, bet you thought about me fucking you stupid didn’t you?” he teased, watching as she tossed her head back, grinding herself into his fingers. “P-please I want it so bad I-I’m gonna c-cum”.

“Be a good slut and cum for me then “ he ordered, moving his fingers faster and kissing the tears that welled up away. Talking her through her orgasm and keeping her grounded as she shock and shuddered through it.

Once he was certain she was good to go he didn’t even hesitate, fingers digging into her thick hips as he thrusted in at just the right angle, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck” he groaned nuzzling into the side of her neck before pressing his lips to her forehead. She sighed contentedly at the quick moment of gentleness before he ruined her. Pinning her hands down to the bed as he rasped into ear, praising her for how well she took him while he fucked her into the mattress.

Sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder and eliciting a pretty little wimpier from her as he pounded into her harder. “God I love you, perfect little pussy takes this cock so well”. She moaned at the praise, squirming when his fingers rubbed teasingly slow at her clit, steadily picking up speed as he got drunk off the sounds she made.

“Is that good Princess? Is that what you need?” he groaned in her ear, his voice deep and husky. “Y-yes! Just like that!” (Yn) panted, moving her hands into his hair. “I-I’m gonna cum! P-please K-Katsuki I need to— emph” She begged, her words being cut off by him capturing her lips.

“‘M close too, cum for me ok?” he sighed fucking into her as if it’d save his life, whispering praise and sweet nothings to her, watching her trying to stay focused for him. Satisfaction washing over both of them when he pulled a loud keening moan of his name from as her orgasm finally washed over her, mumbling and muttering for him to finish in her. He didn’t even second guess it, pushing himself as deep as possible and rutting shallowly as he came.

[infintyonhigh]

do you know what the recent goings ons with Pete and hey Chris are all about? I've only seen posts vaguely referencing it and feel out of the loop

recently hey chris started posting what i can only describe as a lot of early pete lore (lol) to his socials. you know, arma angelus pics, tidbits, even sold an arma shirt

obvsly fob fans ate it up and assumed they were back on good terms. if im not mistaken pete even reposted an arma pic to his ig stories. personally i thought it was a little sus like, a little too attention seeky? but was giving him the benefit of the doubt bc the man has cats to feed

BUT THEN

it got really annoying. he went to hang out with mikeyway and made an amazing new mexico sunset joke, probably got a ton of engagement on that post, and has been chasing that clout every since. he constantly references petekey, goes live promising to reveal more and never does and just generally keeps egging on the 14yos who are convinced pete's still hopefully in love with mikey or something

on pete's end there's not much going on, he continues to be unbothered playing tennis and posting his strawberries to instagram. the only thing u can really say happened was joe slightly shading heychris on his book tour but that didnt have anything to do with any current situation

idk its not that serious but it is just kinda pathetic imo. and now no one really knows if they ever buried the hatchet or not

[uncertain3teeth]

CAN PPL ON YOUTUBE STOP CAPITALIZING TECNHOBLADES DEATH LIKE ITS SUPER DISGUSTING LIKE PEOPLE ARE IN PAIN FROM IT AND GRIEVING AND PPL YK WOULD LUV TO LOOK AT VIDEOS ON YOUTUBE ABT HIM YK AND YOU JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT AND GET MONEY FROM IT BC YOU MONETIZE THE VIDEO LIKE THERE ARE YOUTUBERS LIKE "BRASO" AND HE MADE A VIDEO "youtuber caught LYING about technoblades death..." and both him and the youtuber he talks about are in the wrong but its the fact that braso literally "just one of those compilation channels just ignore them they are just trying to get as many views as humanly possible" BUT BITCH YOU DO THE SAME CLICKBAIT SHIT LIKE HE HAS VIDEOS CALLED "tommyinnit got kidnapped" or "how i almost became friends with dream...[almost]" and in the thumbnail its fake ass tweets like as his username daying "dream lets collab ?" and then a separate "ss" of him TOTALLY saying maybe like fuck off you absolute clout chasing swine knob but though this isnt all abt him there are many youtube channels and videos like theres a video by the youtuber "secret" and made a video titled "how did technoblade die ? [REAL REASON]" LIKE STOP DOING THIS BULLSHIT LIKE WHY EVEN MAKE THAT SUCH VIDEO BC WE ALL KNOW THE REASON IS THAT HE WAS BATTLING CANCER AND HE DIDNT MAKE IT SO LIKE WHY MAKE A FUCKING VIDEO BC TECHNO AND HIS FATHER AND MOTHER HELPED MAKING THE VIDEO "so long losers" AND TOLD EVERYTHING LIKE THERES ALREADY A VIDEO ABT SO WHY TF ARE THESE CLOUT CHASING DIPSHITS JUST TRYING TO GET MONEY OFF OF A PERSONS DEATH LIKE IMAGINE HOW TF THE CCs AND THE FAMILY WOULD FEEL SEEING THIS SHIT IN THEIR RECCOMENDED LIKE I HATE CLICKBAITERS SM IT URKS THE EVERLIVING SHIT OUT OF ME FFS

edit : OH YEAH AND THE FACT THAT BRASO MADE A VIDEO SAYING HE NEEDS MONEY BC HIS FRIEND AND THEIR FATHER IDK DIED IN A CAR CRASH IM LIKE YOU THINK I WILL BELIEVE THAT SHIT AFTER ALL OF THOSE CLICKBAITY ASS VIDEOS AND YOU ARE ALSO ASKING FOR MONEY TOO AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT I FIND IT REAL FUCKING FUNNY THAT HE JUST HAS THE WORD "sub" IN BIG BOLD ASS LETTERS ITS HARD TO MISS GUYS LMOAKOA LIKE ALL OF THAT TELLS A LOT ABOUT A PERSON LIKE THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT SAY SUBSCRIBE AND HIT THE LIKE BUTTON N SHIT LIKE IM COOL WITH THAT THOUGH IT WOULD BE ANNOYING TO HEAR THAT ALL THE TIMR THOUGH SELF PROMOTING ISNY ALWAYS NOT REALLY SO BAD BUT IF YOU DO IT RIGHT AND NOT BE AS DESPERATE TO GO IN THE COMMENTS OF SOMEONES CHANNEL AND SAY SUBSCRIBE BUT LIK DUDE TO GO AS FAR AS TO DO THIS SHIT IS SO LOW OF HIM AND HE IS JUST A PATHETIC PERSON

[persepholline]

I've read that article about the romanticization of the Darkling and while I absolutely understand people who are pissed off/sad and I agree that it's shitty, I find LB's attitude towards Darkles stans very funny in a "girl what are you doing" sort of way because it's so petty like I've never heard of a bestselling author writing a portion of their fans into their books as a crazy cult before, it clearly hit a nerve

I'm new to the fandom but the feeling I get is she wrote something problematic ten years ago and became very embarrassed about it afterwards so she turned on the fans that liked it as a way to absolve herself. Especially since fandoms in general have become a lot more focused on discussion of what constitutes healthy/acceptable relationships to write about. And in a way I get it I had a huge Twilight phase in high school and afterwards I was super embarassed about it because of how problematic and cringe it was. But now with distance and more maturity I'm able to both still see why it was problematic and also why I was drawn to it (mostly the very unhinged representation of female desire) and like...it's really not the end of the world and no it never made me believe that breaking into somebody's room at night to watch them sleep was actually ok in real life lmao. This feels so obvious to me but apparently it needs to be said.

(More under the break this is turning into an essay, I've been thinking of this a lot recently)

And of course it's good to have these discussions about how historically romance tropes have echoed social dynamics of men's shitty behavior being romanticized and excused. But these days they often are so simplistic and focused on chasing clout that they become this weird new puritanism and moral panic about oh now women are reading novels it's going to make them hysterical or something

So you have these weird assumptions that you can't like a character and also be critical of their actions, or enjoy certain parts of a character and not others, or wish they were written differently and like them more for their potential (which I'm sure stings a bit for an author lol) - it assumes that if you like a character it means you would approve of their actions in real life, or that people just stupidly reproduce whatever they see on TV. That tendency to treat fictional characters like real people is the thing that actually worries me, to be honest, because it indicates a lack of distance and critical capacities regarding how stories are used and received. But people - fans and authors - are so scared of being called out as problematic and harassed for it that they're going to shy away from any nuance.

And yeah I think that it's good that standards of what constitutes an ideal relationship are evolving and becoming more feminist and communicative and all that and we definitely need more of that. But not all fiction has to be aspirational! Sometimes you just want to read about fucked up shit, because it's cathartic or fascinating, even healing at times because with fiction you are absolutely in control and can choose when to close the book. Toxic relationships in fiction can have an appeal specifically because they go to extremes of feeling that we don't want to go to in reality, in exactly the same way as horror movies or very violent action movies - which I don't see a lot of people besides fundamentalist Christians argue that they turn you into violent psychopaths (and that feels very obviously sexist). And for women, who are often taught growing up that love is the purpose of life, the "saving someone with your ability to love" can be a power fantasy in the same way that being a buff superhero who saves the day with their capacity for incredible violence can be a power fantasy for men. Still doesn't mean those women are going to fall in love with actual murderers or that those men are going to start beating up people at night. And love is scary, and weird, and weirdly close to horror at times, with all the potential for loss of self and being vulnerable and overwhelming feelings and potential for being horribly hurt and it should be possible for stories to explore that without anybody screaming about how this is going to Corrupt the Youth or something

And I mean I get it LB wanted to write a cautionary tale for teenagers, but it just did not work for reasons a lot of people have already written about - the fact that the Darkling is the leader of an oppressed minority and is the only one with a real political agenda to end that oppression in the first trilogy, the fact that he helps Alina come into her own power while her endgame LI is someone she keeps herself small for, that she's shamed for wanting power after growing up without any, a generally very wonky conception of privilege, and a lot of other stuff with yucky regressive implications to the point where stanning the villain actually feels liberating and empowering which is a surefire sign that the narrative is broken (unless it's a villain focused story lmao). But of course that Fanside article makes almost no mention of the political dynamics, it's all about interpersonal stuff which is an annoying trend in YA, there are those massive events happening in the background but it's made all about the feelings of the hero(ine) ; war as a self-development quest (which is kind of gross). Helnik is kind of an example of this too - I like them, I think they're fun ! But Matthias spends a big part of the story wanting to brutally murder Nina and her kind, and he mostly changes his mind because he finds her hot. Like you don't feel there is some sort of big revelation that his entire moral system and political framework is completely rotten ; it's all better because of feelings now.

As a teenager that kind of sanctimonious bullshit would have annoyed the hell out of me ; I read those books in my early twenties and I found the ending so stupid I wouldn't have trusted any message or life lessons coming from them. And I liked reading/watching dark stuff as a teenager, as a way to deal with the very intense inner turmoil I was dealing with - and I turned out fine ! Meanwhile I've seen several times women in very shitty relationships being obsessed with positive energies and stories ; they were so terrified of their life not being perfectly wholesome they ended up being delusional about their own situations.

Like personally I think the Darkling is a compelling, interesting, alluring character and also a manipulative, murderous piece of shit and that Alina should get to punish him (like in a sexy way) - but he's also the end result of centuries of war, oppression and trauma and reducing that to "toxic wounded boy" feels kind of offensive ngl ESPECIALLY since the books don't offer any kind of systemic analysis or response to oppression beyond "the bad guy should die" and "now the king/queen is a good guy our problems are solved!!!!"

In Lives of the Saints, we see how Yuri is abused extremely badly and almost killed by his father, and so when his father dies when the Fold swallows Novokribirsk, he thinks the Starless Saint has saved him. Later in KoS/RoW he's turned into this fanatic who explains away all the Darkling's crimes. The other followers talk about how the Starless Saint will bring equality for all men. Then the Darkling comes back and actually thinks his followers are pathetic, which feels again like a very pointed message to his IRL stans. Which is absolutely hilarious to me. Like oh no, if he was real he would not like you and think you're pathetic ! Yeah ...but he's not. Real. Damn right he would not like the fics where Alina puts him on a leash. I'm still going to read them. What is he going to do about it, jump out of the page ? Jfjfjjdhfgfjfj

Anyway I think the intended message is "assholes will use noble political causes for their own gain and to manipulate people" and "being abused/oppressed is not an excuse to behave badly." Which. Sure. But that's kind of like...a tired take, honestly ? A big number of villains nowadays are like this ; either they've been bullied as kids, or they're part of an oppressed group, or they have "good ideals but too extreme". This is not surprising because a lot of mainstream heroic narratives present clinging to the status quo as Good and change as chaotic and dangerous. And like sure in real life people often do bad shit because they're wounded and in danger. But if you want to do a story like that, you have to do it with nuance, talk about cycles of violence, about how society creates vulnerable people to be exploited, about how privilege gives you more choices and the luxury of morals, etc. The Grishaverse does not have this level of nuance (maybe in SoC a little bit but definitely not in TGT). So it kind of comes off as "trauma makes you evil" and "egalitarianism is dangerous" and "if you're abused/oppressed you're not allowed to fight back". And ignores the fact that historically, evil generally comes from unchecked privilege.

I guess my point is that there are many things I like about LB's writing, she knows how to create these really exciting character dynamics, and the world she has created is fascinating. But these stories are not a great starting point for imparting moral lessons. And her best characters tend to be, at least in canon, the morally grey ones. I hope one day she'll be at peace with the fact that she wrote the Darkling the way she did and leave his fans alone but in the meantime I'm just not going to take this whole thing seriously I'm sorry

[tsarisfanfiction]

Hey :) I might sound greedy asking you again but I’ve spun the fluff wheel and this is what I got:

‘Person A and Person B unable to sleep after watching a horror film but neither will admit the film scared them.’

The Things

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: John, Alan

Not greedy at all! I like my inbox nice and full so I can play with prompts when my muses can't otherwise settle! It might take me a while to answer sometimes, but I do flick through the collection regularly.

This one's had me stumped for a while, and I considered a couple of different bro combinations before I stumbled across the perfect one tonight. It's not a combo I write very much, but hopefully it works!

Fluffy Prompt Generator (edit: linked the wrong one whoops!)

“Hey, John?” His brother’s voice was quiet. Tentative. Scared. “Are you awake?”

“You should be asleep, Alan,” he replied, allowing the holographic visage of his youngest brother to flicker into existence in front of him. “It’s three in the morning.” The teenager liked his sleep entirely too much to stay up late without good reason, and John shuffled his own thoughts around in his head until his focus was on his brother and not the reason he was still awake despite handing monitor duty over to EOS for the night an hour earlier.

Alan was rigid, shoulders hunched and blanket pulled up to his nose. The cause was immediately obvious, and John supressed a wry, humourless smile of his own. Just one more thing he had in common with the teenager.

“No reason,” Alan mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter against him. His bright blue eyes stood out starkly against the red of the material. “I just… couldn’t sleep. That’s all.”

It never ceased to amaze John that his brothers thought they could lie to him and he wouldn’t realise. Living in space did not mean he was out of touch, nor did it mean he couldn’t see their tells. In this case, however, he was more than willing to humour Alan.

Alan wasn’t the only one still awake despite being in bed, after all.

“Do you want me to wake Scott?” he offered. He’d never go to Scott for himself over this, but for Alan was another matter entirely. Any other time, he’d wonder why Alan hadn’t wandered into the room next door already, but tonight?

Tonight, the dark was the unknown, and the unknown held Things, writhing and creepy and hands snatching at ankles from holes in the wall that hadn’t been there before they’d blinked. Thunderbird Five was well-lit, no dimming of the lights while he tried to sleep tonight. Alan didn’t have that same luxury, so the security of the blanket on his bed was the best he could do.

It was a little pathetic, really. They could face the deadly void of space without flinching, they could battle aliens and zombies in a fully immersive gaming system as blood and guts and all manner of grotesque things rained down upon them.

But one measly movie, and suddenly the bogeyman was real again.

It hadn’t even been a good movie. The plot had been terrible, and John had spent most of it listening to Scott and Gordon tearing it apart. Virgil, clearly the most sensible member of the family, had opted to linger on the mezzanine floor with his paintings rather than watch the movie with the rest of them.

The entire budget, and the creativity of the screenwriters, had gone into the Things. They weren’t ghosts, which were admittedly something that creeped John out if he considered them for too long – the ‘haunted’ Eden hadn’t helped with that – so he hadn’t expected to find anything particularly taxing about the movie.

He’d been mistaken, and apparently he wasn’t the only brother that had underestimated how terrifying the Things from the movie would be.

Alan shook his head. “He’s asleep.” The words were muffled, and sounded a lot like an excuse rather than a reason, but John couldn’t really argue with the logic. Their big brother didn’t get enough sleep as it was; disturbing him over movie-induced paranoia really wasn’t worth it.

Still, the blond clearly needed a big brother to chase away the Things, and John mentally ran through the options. Virgil would help with no hesitation, although he had gone to bed an hour earlier so that would involve getting him back out of bed and dealing with a sleep-deprived Virgil in the morning. Gordon was more of a wildcard, and when it came to something irrational like this, there was no real telling how he’d react.

…If he was honest, John wouldn’t mind some real company tonight, either.

“Okay,” he said, finding his way to his feet. “I’ll be down in fifteen.”

“You’re coming down?” Blue eyes widened further, a cross between concern and delight. “Why?”

“Well, I’m already awake,” John shrugged. “I’ll keep the line open.”

Admittedly, once he was out of the well-lit hangar and in the dark of the villa in the middle of the night, the ongoing whispered conversation held a selfish connotation. Just as Alan clearly didn’t want to leave the bed and brave the darkness, John found his own pulse accelerating a little as he padded through the familiar hallways that were somehow off despite the number of times he’d come down in the middle of the night before until he reached his little brother’s room and let himself in.

If he didn’t know Scott would fly into a blind panic, he would have grabbed Alan and whisked him back up to the brightly-lit and sterile safety of Thunderbird Five. Unfortunately, their big brother would discover that Alan wasn’t on the island and freak out before thinking to contact John and ask for a location.

No, John would have to stay down on Earth tonight, and pretend that the intermittent shivers were from leaving his nice, temperate-controlled, space station for the whims of Mother Nature, and not from a ridiculous irrational fear brought on by family movie night.

“Is there room for me?” he asked quietly, and Alan obediently shuffled over. The fact that he was in his bed at all was unusual, but considering the circumstances John declined to comment on it. Instead, he slid into the space his brother made for him, well aware that he was still in his spacesuit barring the bulky baldric. He slept in it all the time in space; one night down on Earth wouldn’t be a problem.

As soon as he was settled, Alan migrated towards him, close enough that his hair tickled his chin. John didn’t pull away.

“Think you can sleep now?” he asked instead. Alan made a non-committal noise.

“Maybe,” he admitted dubiously after a moment. Considering everything, John would take that.

“Then, night, Alan,” he said. “I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Night, John,” his brother mumbled. More hair tickled his cheek, and then his nose, as Alan got comfortable against him. It helped John’s own heart calm back down from his scurried adventure through the dark villa.

Silence reigned, and John had just begun to wonder if Alan had succumbed to sleep when his brother spoke, curiosity lacing his voice.

“Say, John… Why were you still awake?”

There was absolutely no way John was answering that. He feigned sleep and hoped Alan was too tired to put the facts together.

“…Oh. You too, huh?”

Apparently Alan was not too tired to put the facts together, but John didn’t give up on his pretence of sleep. He had some big brother clout to try and preserve, after all.

[sapphic-lemonair]

My Last Post Regarding The Tommy Scandal:

Let me start off by just saying holy hell, what a day.

And second:

Twitter is literally the most disappointing platform I have ever been apart of.

I don’t even know where to begin with how badly Twitter handled the situation with Tommy. I’ll admit, it isn’t the worst they’ve acted before, but damn they really didn’t do their best either. It sucks, cause the situation could have been handled better- and it was at first.

Cis Twitter stans are probably some the most confusing bunch I’ve ever come across. The fact that they pick and choose who can get away with doing controversial things is so annoying, and probably one of the most high and mighty god complexes I’ve ever seen. The fact that they called out and made Tommy trend instead of the actual problem itself was just pathetic in my opinion. KSI has interacted with so many other creators before in the past, a prime example being Quackity, yet no one made a single post in calling them out until now. This fact alone just goes to show that Twitter stans will come out of hibernation when they feel like it.

Twitter had made no type of effort in the past to call out KSI when he first made these transphobic comments before. There were no trending tags or @‘s or “lets educate him 🥰” posts for him because Twitter didn’t bother to care about it until now. The amount of hypocritical energy that was brimming through the platform is astounding.

We’ve gone through months of Twitter stans watching by as KSI interacted with other Minecraft youtubers and not a single one of them complained the entire time until now.

A lot of the adults on that platform did nothing but post passive aggressive comments to back handed advice. Adults, actual adults, were mad that a kid they put on some pedestal made one mistake and continued to state about how “disappointed” they were in him. Let me just remind you that once again, there’s no reason for any of the older fans to talk down to minors like some type of parent. Cause you’re NOT. It was very mature of Tommy to reach out to his own mom and take effort to see how he had hurt his words had affected his fans. It’s so abundantly clear that Tommy would never maliciously hurt his fandom in any way, not to mention that his first instinct would be to immediately apologize to everyone as well.

It was honestly mind boggling to see so many adults debating on whether or not is was morally right to forgive a 16 year old for a mistake he would obviously fix. The amount of people who were making threads stating how “it’s valid if you never want to forgive Tommy” was childish in my opinion. You’re adults.....holding a grudge against an actual child??? Like come on.

Twitter stans did nothing but juggle back and forth with “Tommy needs to address the situation right now!” And “Tommy, you need to take a while and think about what you said 🥰”. Yet when Tommy posted his first apology people were mad that it didn’t live up to their expectations. Were they aware that Tommy, like I said, is a whole child who was under the pressure of posting an apology despite not having time to really grasp what had happened? So many people flamed him because his post “sounded so confused” and “Tommy, honey nobody called you transphobic 😘”.

Except you did.

Of course Tommy is gonna sound confused in his apology. He wakes up and the first thing he’s greeted with are hashtags linking HIS NAME to the the word transphobic/transphobia. Of course that’s gonna be the first thing he apologizes for! Twitter basically made nothing but click bait posts that did nothing to properly explain to Tommy why transphobia was being brought up. And even despite this Tommy STILL apologized even when he didn’t know what he did wrong.

It’s so blatantly obvious Twitter realized that instead of tackling the problem at head, aka calling out KSI for his transphobic behavior, they chose to force and instigate a minor for collaborating and apologize on KSI’s behalf. It’s the most childish thing I’ve seen this year. It’s clear that Twitter stans are just awaiting to jump into next drama and put their two cents in before leaving the moment they realize they can’t get clout off their posts.

It’s frustrating because the amount of users making those posts as well weren’t even trans. The amount of “savior complex” energy cis Twitter stans showed while they spoke up over actual trans people who were genuinely upset was so embarrassing. It’s stupid to see how so many cis users got thousands of likes and retweets on their posts and acting on behalf of the trans community.

I’ll just wrap up by giving a genuine thank you to the trans community on Twitter who had the best interests in the whole Tommy situation. I’m sorry that a lot of you got trampled over by the cis users who basically used your problems as clout chasing tactics. You had every right to be upset and I appreciate that a lot of you took the situation with ease and attempted to quietly solve the problem without a hassle. Once again the cis side of Twitter blew everything out of proportion and attempted to but their two cents into the whole thing despite knowing it was an issue for the trans community to handle.

Dear Cis Twitter users, next time don’t be hypocrites and tell other users that they have no right to speak up about the situation before making your own posts for clout and followers. You look like clowns. I’d like to think that in another situation like those Twitter will act more mature....but I wouldn’t count on it. However a super big thank you to trans tumblr users who treated the entire situation with a mature personality. The mass difference between the two platforms shows me that people here have always had the best interest in actually making a difference.

In conclusion: Twitter is a dumpster fire 😁

[nickki-d-k]

As a reminder dirttroll and solidburnreturned have made it their life's mission to continually target and harass poc artists as well as those who are emotionally and mentally incapable of defending themselves without going into panic attacks. For what? A Mistake they made years ago? Or drawing canonically 18 yr old characters in lingerie? Fuck these clout chasers. They won't even let an artist heal and learn from their mistakes, even tho they no longer draw that. They've been aware for years it was a mistake but ya'll keep bringing up the past. You're pathetic, don't forget that Solidburn drew porn too that can still be found Tumblr and is grossly reminiscent of BSK's(the pedo trolls artist) porn style, so much so to the point where it triggers me. So Idk where all this pure artist illusion you're trying to present your followers is coming from?

Ya'll have chased away too many good people and I'm done, I can tolerate it no more, my fav people are gone, my fav artists are gone and the rest of fans are in danger of becoming lemmings.

To my followers if you're a poc, ace, bi, pan,poly, affected by mental health or emotionally vulnerable or are 30 or older these vultures should be avoided for your own safety as they've been known to target these groups. I'm not saying they're racist but I do wonder why they mainly harass poc artists these days? Kinda sus.

Lastly I've never done this til now cuz some people just like art and not drama but I will finally be unfollowing people who support them or reblog them a lot, even if I know you. It's just too triggering to see that targeting insecure people works and is praised and I'm done making excuses for bullies.

[putas-in-suffering]

Mmmmm, how about a brat tamer with bish, we know that man would gladly mark you up for misbehaving💅🏿

Sucias! We’re steadily working on some hoe ass content for you guys. We’ve got lots of original ideas that we’ve been playing with and we’ve also gone through some old requests in our inbox that hit that inspiration just right. Requests are still closed. But we didn’t think you’d mind if we went ahead and gave you all the smutty goodness. So we got a doozy here for all you Bishop freaks (it us). 

Read on to see just how Bishop gets his brat in line...

You pouted in your seat next to Bishop, impatiently waiting for him to finish his conversation so that you could go. A party was taking place around you. There wasn’t a special occasion. The boys didn't need one. The clubhouse was full of people and while you were normally down to partake in the night’s activities, an incident from earlier had turned your mood sour. 

It was about an hour after you’d arrived. The music was flowing, a cloud of smoke engulfing the room as everyone drank with enthusiasm. You’d stepped away to get a refill for Bishop on his beer when a woman you’d never seen before saddled up next to him. She was obviously new. Being El Presidente’s old lady meant that you’d seen every face that came through this place. Hang arounds and club girls. The ones who knew the rules and abided by them got to stay. The ones who didn’t got thrown out on their ass. It was the way of the MC world.

You had watched as she trailed her long hot pink nails over his arm, her eyes zeroing in on the President’s patch on his leather. She was eager and thirsty for clout. Desperate. And that vibe never lasted long with the men in the clubhouse. It was unattractive and incompatible for the lifestyle they led. A woman had to have her own shit when dealing with a Mayan. Their time was valuable. You couldn’t expect to have him at your every whim. Plus they all liked a little chase. Including your man. You may have been together for awhile, but you kept him on his toes and he loved it. You both got off on it.

Which is why you weren’t surprised to see Bishop brush her off and point her away from him. She’d looked crestfallen and you’d almost felt bad for her. You’d never questioned Bishop’s loyalty. But persistent women made your blood boil. They didn’t have respect for what was so clearly owned by another. There was a hierarchy and you were at the top when it came to the women of the club.

You were ready to let the whole thing go, pleased to see that your boyfriend wasn’t at all interested. But instead, the woman made one last ditch effort by grazing her fingertip over his bearded lips with a pathetic excuse for a seductive smile. 

You saw red.

Bishop yanked at her wrist and barked at the prospect to get the bitch out of there. His eyes had found yours, knowing you’d seen the whole thing. You knew better than to cause a scene. He was handling it. So you stayed rooted to your spot, cold and stoic as EZ hauled her out of the clubhouse.

Bishop came to you immediately and he could see the anger in your eyes. You assured him you were fine, but the party was over for you. He’d insisted you both stay, unwilling to let the moment be ruined.

That was forty-five minutes ago and you were still stewing. You’d tried to entice him into leaving, batting your lashes like you knew he loved. He’d brushed you off. The action made you seethe. Images of how he’d dismissed the bitch before made a sour taste settle onto your tongue. He was not about to ignore you like you were some whore.

You tried again, leaning into his side and whispering into his ear.

“Bishop...let’s go home, baby” You purred, letting your tongue gently caress the shell of his ear.

His brown eyes became dark, his mouth set into a firm line as he looked at you. His hand made its way to your thigh, gripping the flesh harshly.

“I told you. We’ll leave when I’m ready. So shut the fuck up and do as I say, querida.”

An icy chill ran down your spine. You sneered at him, letting him know you heard him but you weren’t at all happy about it. Something had him agitated tonight. And while you were used to dealing with a moody Bishop, you were not cool with being rejected like a random puta.

“Fuck you.”

His face became stone as he registered your words. You were both speaking in low tones, but the tension was obvious. You removed his hand from your thigh and stood, leaning forward to grab the car keys from the pocket of his leather. He didn’t move. He let you do as you pleased as you snatched the keys and walked away from him. You headed for the door, intent on leaving his ass behind.

The summer heat enveloped you as you made your way down the clubhouse steps outside and towards Bishop’s truck. You pressed the button to unlock it, watching as the lights lit up in response. You’d just gotten your hand on the driver’s side door when someone jerked you from behind. You were spun around and pushed against the the vehicle with a brute strength that let you know who it was immediately.

Bishop boxed you in with his arms as he pinned you with a glare. You matched his anger, unwilling to bow down to his dominance this time.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going? Huh?” He rasped as he gripped your chin and forced you to meet his now black eyes.

“Home. Like I said an hour ago.”

“You don’t disrespect me like that. You know better.” He bit back, fingers tightening their hold on your chin.

You winced against the pain and jerked away, pushing his body away from yours.

“I’m not doing this with you right now.”

You went to leave, but once again he stopped you. This time he dragged you by the arm to the back of the truck where the truck bed was open. The tailgate had been left down from unloading cases of beer earlier in the night. He forced you back, making the edge of the tailgate dig into your lower back.

“Is this about earlier? Is that what’s got you so fucking twisted up?”

His breath collided with yours as he loomed over you. He narrowed his eyes and you could see he was trying to read your face, searching for a motive.

“You think I like coming here and seeing some whore rub herself all over you like a bitch in heat? Do you think that’s fun for me, Obispo?”

He looked away, gaze taking in your surroundings to ensure no one was around. They weren’t. You were alone in the muggy night.

“I told you I was sorry. I threw her out. What else did you want me to do, huh?”

His tone softened ever so slightly, but his eyes were no less intense. You may be justified for your anger, but your disobedience wasn’t excused.

“How would you feel if I let one of the guys manhandle me? Let Angel squeeze my ass? Or let the prospect brush up against my chest? Would that be fun for you?”

With every word you spoke you could see the vein in his neck throb. His jaw clenched, his hands now balled into fists at his side. You were walking a very dangerous line. You knew that. But his reaction was giving you the pleasure you‘d been seeking. It was gratifying.

“I’ve seen the way some of them look at me. Maybe I should-,”

Bishop’s hand struck fast as he gripped your throat and applied pressure. It wasn’t enough to cut off your air supply, but it had the desired effect of silencing you.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled out. He almost sounded more beast than man and your insides warmed at the thought.

Your body reacted to his anger instantly. Your nipples hardened despite the warm air of the evening. Your thighs twitched, your pussy already pulsing with need. The thrill of his anger and aggression made you wet instantly. It wasn't what you’d intended to happen. You’d been seriously upset and frustrated with Bishop. But your body knew him too well. And it was attuned to him by instinct rather than sheer will.

“You’re pushing your luck tonight, princesa.” He warned, his lips edging closer to yours. His free hand roughly cupped you through your jeans, forcing you onto your tiptoes. 

He could clearly see the reaction your body was having to him, and he was manipulating it to his liking. He got off on taming you. Just like you got off on rebelling against him. It was a demented tug of war that neither of you planned on losing. 

“You just love to act up, don’t you?” He crooned against your neck, bearded lips grazing over the sensitive skin. 

You shivered, unconsciously widening your legs for him to better maneuver against you. You pushed your chest out in invitation, daring him to touch you there. 

“I’m not the one who let a disrespectful cunt touch what's mine.” You retorted. The attitude was thick; the bite in your words apparent. 

He leaned back, lips quirked into a smirk at your brazenness. He was amused. And turned on judging by the hard muscle pressed against your stomach. 

“You know better than to doubt me. If I wanted whore pussy I’d have it. But instead, I put up with you.” 

His words and tone were ugly, but his body rubbed sensuously against yours. He thrust his hips into you, his hands now toying with the button on your jeans. 

“So, I’m gonna remind you of that, baby. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my fucking name.”

Your pussy contracted around nothing, so incredibly aroused by his words alone. You remained unmoving as he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, hands pushing the fabric down your legs. He pulled you in for a kiss, but immediately retracted when he felt the sting of your teeth bite at his lip.You smirked when he touched the appendage and a spot of red dotted the surface. 

“Fucking brat...” He cursed as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and nearly collided his face with yours. “Lick it off.” 

You stared at him with disdain, but did as he said. Your tongue licked the spot of blood from his bottom lip. The tang of iron hit your tongue and you savored the taste. 

In an instant you were forced away from him, facing the open bed of the truck. 

“Bend over.” 

You had no choice. His hand pushed you as he tore at your panties and exposed you to the open air. His belt clanged as he released himself from his dark denim confines. His cock rutted against your ass, the flesh seeking out the wet heat of your overflowing pussy. 

“Stick that ass out like I know you can.”

You lowered the upper half of your body, supporting yourself on your arms. The angle allowed your ass to meet his crotch, your glistening lips visible even in the darkness. 

“You talk a lot of shit for someone whose pussy stays wet for me.” He taunted as he rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance. 

You bit your lip to keep the moans at bay, both out of stubbornness and need for privacy. He teased you mercilessly. Dipping shallowly into your depths before retreating. You tried to follow his touch, but he kept you still.

“Say it.”

You knew what he wanted. And although you were fighting for control, it was obvious you were losing. So you gave in.

“Daddy...” 

He plunged into you in the next instance, hips flush with your ass. You attempted to grasp for purchase against the bed of the truck, but it was useless. Bishop’s hips set a punishing rhythm. Your body barely had time to clutch at him before he was pulling out. His grunts were like another set of hands, working you closer to that proverbial edge. 

“Fuck...” He groaned, letting his cock hit deep within you. He stayed still for a moment, feeling the hold your walls had on him. “Your pussy is tight. And just for me. Right, baby?”

“Yes...”

His calloused hands spread your ass, no doubt entranced by the way your body accepted him. He landed a harsh slap to your right cheek, enjoying the way your pussy squeezed him in response. 

“She wants to cum, querida. She knows who she belongs to.” He provoked, a finger sliding down between your bodies to assault your clit. 

The submission came naturally. Your body surrendered to his touch, your mouth unable to form words as the climax that’d been building finally swept over you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut and pray that Bishop held you up because your joints locked, your knees ready to give out at any moment. He fucked you through the chaos, continuing to work your clit as tears stung your eyes. 

“Shit, that feels good.” He praised as your pussy gripped him so tight you were afraid he’d become locked inside of you. His pace began to falter as he fucked you hard enough that the tailgate nearly cut into your skin. And you barely had a chance to come down from your high before he was experiencing his own. 

Warmth coated your insides as he filled you. His fingertips dug into your hips. His chest collapsed against your back. Ragged breaths filled your ear as he struggled to calm his racing heart. 

It felt like hours had passed, but in reality it had only been seconds. Bishop carefully moved off of you, hissing as he eased himself out of your sensitive walls. Despite your exhaustion, you pushed your backside up and out for him to  take in the sight of your overfilled cunt. 

“Jesus, I’ll never get tired of seeing this.” 

He ran a long finger down your slit, smearing the cum that had leaked from within. You jolted at his touch, still too sensitive. He pulled you up and around to face him, tapping your lips with his coated finger. You dutifully opened your mouth, sucking the mixture off of him. The savory sweet taste of you both exploded in your mouth. He caressed your cheek lovingly, the warmth seeping back into his eyes. 

“You know I love you.”

You nodded, too tired to argue anymore. 

“So don’t treat me like I don’t. Okay?”

“Okay.” You acquiesced, bending down to pull your jeans back up your legs. Your panties were torn and discarded nearby. There was no salvaging them. 

Bishop adjusted his own pants, buckling his belt back up as he watched you closely. You let him pull you in for a kiss, your mouths dancing against each other tenderly. 

“Let me tell the guys we’re heading out. And then we can go home.” 

You returned the smile he sent you and nodded, watching as he made his way back inside. You walked to the passenger side and got in. Your eyes caught the glow of the dashboard clock, triggered by the unlocking of the vehicle. It’d only taken you fifteen minutes to convince Bishop to take you home. Of course, he’ll see it as his idea. He’ll think he fucked you incompetent, but you knew better. You weren’t new at this game. If you wanted something, you had to set it in motion. And you’d done just that. 

At the sight of Bishop walking back down the steps, you smiled. He winked at you in return. 

Who says being a brat doesn’t pay off? 

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She is honestly too pathetic and attention starved for measure.

Meghan’s FOMO and thirst to stay relevant is truly unmatched. If she’s not invited by the ‘in crowd’ she just forces and shoehorns her way in anyways - kind of like when she would try and sneak into industry award show after parties in Hollywood. She absolutely reeks of desperation and she always has.

Does MM really not understand that her presence is unwanted and that people see her as an epic gold digger and a joke? This latest stunt is epically cringeworthy and embarrassing. How much humiliation can one person take before they get it?

Also... how does anyone with a brain see this as sincere? She’s just doing what she has always done - clout chasing and deliberately making it about her. She is a mentally ill pathological liar and a massive fraud. Stop trying to make fetch happen, Megan.

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give your heart a break // colby brock - chapter one: the beginning

A/N: NEW STORY !! i’m so excited to post this story. it’s not like anything i’ve written before and i’m excited to see what you guys think. please let me know because i would love to hear it. also, so you know, there is only eight chapters so this is gonna be a limited series, which is what i wanted. okay, enjoy the first chapter and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist <3

story description

taglist: @azurebrock , @daddydobrock , @colbyf-ingbrock , @cuddlingwithcolby , @absolute-randomness-forever , @lovelycolby , @codename-nyx , @sweetxplr

trigger warning: cursing, fluff

word count: 1252

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“Hey Sam, quick question: when was the last time you saw Colby?” I asked, putting my phone on speaker while I began to drive.

“Um… probably a couple days ago. Why?” He replied, his voice confused.

I shrugged. “No reason, really. I’ve been texting him for like a week now and every message gets either left on read or he responds back with like one word.”

“He’s probably just being a hermit. You know how he gets into those funks.” Sam explained.

I nodded my head. “I know. I’m coming over to check on him anyway. Maybe he just needs someone to pull him out of it.”

“Yeah maybe. Let me know how he is, okay? I’m about to get ready for a date with Katrina, so I’ll try to see him later tonight.” Sam admitted.

“Alright. You have fun with Kat. Tell her I said hi.” I laughed.

Sam chuckled. “Sure thing. Talk to you later Zoe.”

“See ya, Sam!” I responded happily, ending the call.

Sam and Colby had been my friends since the moment they moved out to LA. I met them at a party, us three being some of the only calm people, which made us all instantly connect. That was about five years ago, and our friendship is still going strong. Especially mine and Colby’s.

There was an unspoken bond between me and Colby that everyone in our friend group saw. Colby and I just clicked, it was as simple as that. A lot of our friends always assumed that we would get together, especially since we bicker like a married couple.

But me and Colby both know that will never happen. We’re just friends and neither one of us have feelings for each other.

Well… that’s not totally true.

I, on the drunk occasion, do think of how attractive Colby is. How smart and funny I find him, how sweet he is. On those nights, I consider it.

But I chalk it up to being lonely and drunk, which is a deadly combination.

So, no. I don’t have feelings for him.

The only feeling I have towards him right now is the fact he won’t fucking respond to my text, which is probably my top tier pet peeve.

As I pulled into Colby’s apartment garage, I sent him yet another text.

Zoe: im at your place. coming up now.

I got out of my car, locking and alarming it quickly. As I started towards the lobby of his apartment, my phone dinged.

Colby: no.

I sighed, walking into the elevator and clicking floor six.

Zoe: fuck you im coming up asshole. unlock your door.

I crossed my arms, waiting to get to his floor. Another ding sounded off.

Colby: its already unlocked

The elevator beeped as it reached floor six. I stepped out of the elevator and made my way to Colby’s apartment. I grabbed his door handle, swinging his door opened.

“You know, if I didn’t tell you I was coming, you would think I was a burglar. Why do you keep your door unlocked? Do you want to get robbed?” I called into his place, locking his door behind me.

As I turned around, my eyes adjusted to the darkness of his apartment. All that was noticeable was the glowing light of Colby’s laptop, shining directly on his face as he lazily gazed at it. He had a blanket wrapped around him and his face shoved onto a pillow.

“Colby… what’s wrong? Why are there no lights on?” I questioned, my hands resting on my hips.

“I wanted to sit alone… in the dark.” Colby grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s a little dramatic even for you, Mister Emo God.”

I flicked the lights on, Colby whining and throwing the blanket over his face. I snickered as I slowly walked over to him, sitting down by his legs.

“What’s a matter?” I murmured.

He threw the blanket off his face, lying flat on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. “Everything.”

“Really?” I doubted.

“No, but it feels like it.” He groaned, putting his hand over his eyes.

“What’s the main problem?” I queried.

Colby sat up suddenly. “Do you ever wish you had someone in your life that you could just always be with?”

“Like a girlfriend or a boyfriend?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly. That’s how I’m feeling right now. And it sucks.” He sighed, lying back down.

“You want a girlfriend?” I stated.

“Yeah… but not really. Every girl out here is awful. They all want something from me, whether it’s clout or money, and none of them just want me for me, you know?” He continued. “I’m tired of going after girls that just don’t care about anything other than looks and numbers. It’s exhausting. I already have enough of that in my own life.”

“I getcha…” I mumbled.

“And it sucks because I can’t complain to really anyone in our friend group. Jake, Sam, and Reggie have girlfriends, Corey just broke up with Devyn, Kevin, Mike, and Aryia are always chasing girls, and same thing with Brennen too. I’m just…” He trailed off.

“Tired?” I guessed.

“It just feels like I can’t go to anybody about this.” Colby muttered.

My face twisted up. “You could always come to me.”

“Yeah, but do you really want to hear me complain about the fact I’m lonely and just want someone to cuddle with, as pathetic as that sounds.” He remarked.

“So, really you don’t want a girlfriend; you just want some affection.” I commented.

He shrugged slowly. “Yeah… I guess.”

I paused for a moment. “I could just cuddle with you.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“C’mon, Colby. I’m not that bad.” I lightly swatted at his arm.

He sat up again, leaning on his elbows. “No, it’s not you it’s just… we’re friends.”

“Yeah. And your point?”

“Why…”

I huffed. “Colby, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ve cuddled like once or twice before.”

“Yeah, but it was a joke or it was for like two seconds.” He pointed out.

“Look, I’m offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity: one free cuddle of your choosing, with me - the master cuddler.” I smirked.

“You’re a master cuddler?” He smiled.

“The. Put some respect on it.” I joked.

Colby stared at me, his expression one of bewilderment.

“Seriously though Colby. Don’t you remember what I said to you years ago?” I asked.

He pursed his lips. “Nope.”

“I’m always here to help. And here I am… helping. But only if you want me to.” I replied, standing up and looking down at him.

Colby sighed, glancing around his apartment and biting his lip. He squinted at the ceiling for a moment before finally looking at me.

“Okay.”

A small smile came to my face as I watched Colby fix up his pillow, propping it up. He pulled his blanket back, allowing me to fill the space. I snuggled down into him slowly, laying my head on his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso and tangled my legs with his. Once I was finally settled, Colby rested his hands on top of me, right before playing the youtube video he had been watching before.

We laid together for a couple of minutes, relaxing into each other. Colby ran his hand up and down my back nonchalantly.

“See. This wasn’t so bad.” I exhaled.

“Maybe we can do it again some other time.” He spoke softly.

I hummed. “Maybe…”

CHAPTER 2 >>