#it’s so fucking STUPID it’s infuriating and she deserved so much fucking better

[drivemysoul]

if they were anyone but rich influential white people they would have been charged with murder within weeks

[miniwheat77]

Guard Dog. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!nsfw, violence, blood, wounds, brief mention of alcohol, talk of SA, unprotected p in v sex, Minors DNI!

“You know this is stupid right?” Gaz scoffs.

“Why’s that?”

“Getting into fights over the old man. It’s ridiculous.” He shakes his head. “This is like the 3rd time this week I’ve had to vouch for you over him, you seriously have to tell him how you feel or give up on it. This can’t keep happening. I mean she split your lip open today. It needs stitches. And god only knows what she looks like. I mean you’re a girl just like she is but you pack a much harder punch Y/N.” He sighs, he’s driving you to an urgent care. The simple bowling trip you had taken had turned into something much worse when you had run into some newer recruits to 141. One of them had said something slick about your captain, you can’t even remember what now. The blow you took to the face helped you forget.

You’re not sure what it is but people always seemed to have something to say about him. How he was an asshole, hard on everyone. This or that. You just couldn’t handle it anymore, not when you seen what you saw in him. He was so fucking kind. Always trying so hard, always trying to do the right thing. Looking out for his team. It’s all he ever did. And they still had something negative to say about him. It was infuriating.

Just how long could you even take this.

———

“Uh.. I’ll do a Jack and Coke please.” You ask. Words already slurring. The bartender nods and starts working on it. “Oh and uh.. tequila sunrise for her.” You nod over to Sarah. “Hey Y/N.” The familiar voice has you smiling. “Hey Lori. How you doing?” You ask. “I’m good.” She smiles. “You?”

“I’m great. Never better.” You laugh. “Still apart of 141?” She asks. “Yeah.”

She shakes her head. “I finally had enough, had to transfer to another base.” You tilt your head, confused. “What? Why?”

“Just couldn’t handle Captain Price anymore.” She sighs. Your hair stands up and you can feel yourself going into defense mode. The bartender sets your drinks down and you pay her, tipping her more than you intend, you’re sure how this is about to go. She deserves it for the trouble you’re sure to cause. “Really? I like him, he’s by far the best captain I’ve had.” You mumble, bringing the drink up to your lips. “No. I couldn’t handle him. Like.. he’s an asshole, hard on you no matter what. Everything I did was wrong.” She smiles, looking down. “Thought about lying and saying he was touching me to get a different captain on 141.” She winks. Your face goes hard. “I’m just joking of course.”

“Yeah… I hope so. I wouldn’t go around bragging about that.” You mumble. “It was just a joke. Don’t take it so hard.” She rolls her eyes. You know how this is about to go. “Yeah, maybe next time you see me in public you just walk on by.” You grab the drinks but she grasps you by your shoulder. “You’re fucking him aren’t you?” She scoffs. She’s got a laugh hidden behind it. “Actually, no.”

“Oh, you’re his guard dog? Or you just want to fuck him? Yeah I’m sure you do, but maybe look somewhere else in 141 because he’s old and a fucking pri-“ you set the drinks down while she talks and don’t give her the chance to finish, your fist crashing into her jaw, sending her back. A crowd forms immediately, Sarah, the girl off base you had come with rushes up to the bar where you’re on top of her. Swing after swing until she’s no longer fighting back but blocking your face. She sees a guy come forward, his fist coming down onto the back of your head and you draw away, holding onto your head. Another guy shoves him back and starts swinging. Yelling about how he doesn’t hit a woman. She grabs you by the jacket and shoves you back.

Someone else helps Lori and the 4 of you get shoved outside by the bouncers. They’re yelling for you to leave before they call the cops.

“You fucking bitch! Why would you sucker punch me like that?!”

“Cause you fucking deserve it! And you better keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell about how you like to lie about sexual assault too!” Your voice is slurred. She goes quiet after that, the person she had come with walks away. “Shit. How hard did that guy hit you?” Sarah asks. “Pretty hard but he had fucking brass knuckles on.” You hiss, yanking your arms away from her.

Pretty soon a bunch more people come spilling out, the guy who had hit you is barely walking now. Clearly having gotten his ass beat despite having brass knuckles on his hands still. You start yelling obscenities at him and Sarah has to pull you back further. You’re drunk and pissed off now, a bad combo.

“Sit the fuck down and keep this on the back of your head. We’re going to the ER damnit.” She hisses, pushing the cloth into the back of your head. You’re unsure of when she had snagged it. Mumbling as you sit with your head hanging. “Not going to the fucking ER.” You roll your eyes. “Take me to base”

She shushes you and puts the phone up to her ear.

“Hey uh.. Soap?” She says it into the phone. You try to stand up, trying to stop her but she pushes you back down. “Sarah? What’s up?” She hears his tired voice come across the phone. “We uh.. well.” She laughs. “We drank a little too much and some stuff happened. We could use a ride.” She mumbles. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

“Well. I’m trying to tell Y/N to go to the ER but she won’t listen, so I figured if I get her back to base maybe you or someone else could convince her.” She laughs.

“What’s going on? Is she okay?” Soap stands up quickly. This wakes Ghost up in his bed across the room. “Can you please just get here? We’re on the corner of 5th and 8th NW. Oh and whatever you do. Do not tell Captain Price.” She says.

He sets the phone down with a sigh. Sliding his boots on and grabbing his keys. This is the first time he’s ever gotten a call from her for the both of you, but he’s owed you one. The both of you coming to his rescue a time or two. “What’s wrong Johnny?” Ghost asks. “Uh.. apparently something happened at the bar downtown and Y/N and Sarah need a ride.” He mumbles. “I’ll come with. Give me a minute.” He worries as he creeps out of his shared base room with Ghost.

“Alright.” He hesitates outside and curses himself when Captain Price happens to be passing by, coming off of watch. “Soap, something going on?” He asks. “Uh..” he hesitates. “Y/N and Sarah need a ride from the bar so we’re going to get them.” He mumbles. Captain Price nods. “Mind if I tag along? I could use a drink.” He smiles. Soap knows he’s caught now. “Uhhh…” he hesitates. Ghost sighs. “Just tell him Johnny.”

Soap groans. “Something happened and Y/N needs to go to the ER but they wouldn’t say what for.” He mumbles. “You’ve got to be joking.” He sighs. “Well. What’re we waiting for? Let’s go.” He takes off walking down the corridor and Johnny beats himself up. Sarah is gonna be so pissed.

Price hops into his truck. Soap decides to take his car as well just in case. Ghost rides with him.

They meet at the bar, they’re all familiar with the area, having been to the bar a time or two. They pull up to the curb and see Sarah waiting outside with you.

Soap arrives first and gives Sarah enough time to complain. “What is he doing here Soap?” She seethes. “He overheard Sarah. Not my choice.” He mumbles back. You have your head lowered, a towel against the back.

“The hell happened? What’s going on?” Your Captain asks as he approaches.

“Uh.. well.”

“Fucking- stupid fucking bitch. Who brings brass knuckles to the bar and still loses the fight.”

They can barely make out what you’re saying your words are so slurred.

Captain Price kneels to see the damage, moving the towel for a second. “Oh shit!” He mumbles. Putting it back immediately. “Jesus, that’s a massive gash. She’s going to the hospital.” He breathes. “No! I’m fine.” You finally look up and that’s when they see the already bruised eye you’ve got. A busted lip and blood rushing down your face. “Fucks sake.” Captain Price. “Come on, I’ll take her to the ER.”

“No!” You start flailing the moment he helps you up.

He lowers you for just a second. Voice clear and daring as he says it.

“If you don’t relax and do as I say, I will have you running laps at 4am for weeks.” He seethes. You sigh. You give in, he carries you to his truck.

“Take Sarah to base.” He calls to Soap. He buckles you in and climbs into the drivers seat, pulling off of the curb in a hurry.

“She’s so dead.” Sarah mumbles to Soap. “Yeah? You are too.” He laughs.

“The hell were you thinking? You could’ve gotten yourself fucking killed tonight Y/N.” Price sighs. You scoff. “None of your business. You weren’t supposed to even be here.” Your words are still slurred. He tries not to get mad, knowing that you’re just drunk. “What did you even get into a fight over?” He asks.

You go quiet almost immediately. “Y/N?”

He glances over at you, seeing the way you’ve frozen up.

“I.. it..” you look away. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.” He’s stern.

“Because of you, okay?”

“What?”

You groan. “Because. That stupid blonde girl that used to be on our base was there and she was saying shit about you alright?”

Hearing that you’d gotten into a fight with another soldier has hair rising on his skin. This was not good.

“What did she say?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“The hell is going on with you? You don’t act like this.”

“I’ll tell you when I’m sober alright?”

John’s head spins, he didn’t know what the hell was going on. You got into a fight over him, with one of his previous recruits? The hell was going on here.

He gets you to the hospital without another word shared between the two of you.

It’s hours later when you’re allowed to go home. You get into his truck, sober now. You’ve got fresh staples in your head and couple glued wounds on your face. They had to bring an officer in and take down a description of who attacked you and what he attacked you with since it was considered a deadly weapon in the state you were currently living in. “Alright, time to talk.” He sighs. “What on earth could she have said to warrant such a reaction out of you? I know you. You’re not like this.”

You laugh. Looking over at him.

“Alright but if I tell you, you can’t interrupt. You let me get every bit of this off of my chest and you don’t respond until I’m done.” You look at him, still parked in the parking garage of the hospital. He nods. Getting nervous because this seemed serious.

You sigh. Looking away from him, you start. “I have feelings for you. I have since we started that mission in Afghanistan. The first time I met you, yeah. Whatever. That girl, started in about you. She started it. I mean completely and totally saying some of the foulest things I’ve ever heard. She didn’t like you, she’s wanted to do this or that, accuse you of… of touching her to get you fired.” You pause with a sigh. “And than when I took your side she accused me of fucking you. Called you old and shit.” You shake your head. He’s looking at you, stunned. “So I just lost it okay? I lost it and I swung first. She hit me once in the face and then when I was on her some dude she was with hit me in the back of the head but he had brass knuckles on.” You finish.

“And it’s not out of the ordinary because it’s not the first fight I’ve gotten into over you, it’s the only one you know about.” You mumble.

“That’s it, that’s everything.” You sigh. He’s silent for a while. Thinking of what exactly to say to you. “How many fights have you gotten into over me?” He asks. “Several. Gaz takes me to Urgent Care all the time.” You mumble. After that, he’s silent.

When he still says nothing, you turn to the window. Clearly regretting your admission. “I know it was stupid.. I know that I shouldn’t hav-“

“Y/N?” He asks. “What?” You look at him. He throws the truck in Drive and pulls out of the parking garage. “You can’t fight every single person over me just because you like me.”

You shake your head. “It’s not that. It’s not just that I like you. It’s because you’re the best captain and the best superior I’ve ever worked for alright?”

He says nothing. It’s silent for the rest of the ride.

When you get to base, you get out of his truck. Assuming you’ll get booted off of the base in no time at your admission. About to lose your spot in the best task force you’ve ever been apart of all because of your stupid brain. He says nothing, letting you go. The others don’t hear you come in.

Sarah spots you but doesn’t show herself, only walking out of her room when she sees him follow you inside a few minutes later. “Is she okay?” she asks.

“She’s fine, no concussion.”

She nibbles at her lip. “Captain..” she starts. “Did she.. did she tell you anything?” She asks. “What do you mean?” He looks unimpressed. “About.. maybe how she feels about you? Or anything?” He laughs, looking down at the ground. “Yes she did. She told me about all the fights. All that.” He mumbles. “Oh.. good. I’m sorry about tonight, it caught us all off guard.” She says. “I’ll take any punishment you’re going to give.”

“No. I’m letting you off with a warning and putting Y/N on an extra watch for a couple weeks because she was the aggressor tonight.” He sighs. She nods her head. “Thank you Captain.” She whispers. “Go to bed now.” He nods. She smiles sadly and closes the door. She feels for you.

The next morning, you’re up and sitting in the mess hall. You’re not eating anything but you’re drinking coffee. You’re the first one awake.

“Why you awake lass?” Soap asks. “Head hurts.” You mumble. “Obviously. What’d they do to you? Stitches?” He asks. “Staples.” You huff. “Ouch. He must’ve got you good.” He laughs. “Cheap shot but I probably deserved it.” You laugh. Captain Price walks into the mess hall and it’s Soaps cue to leave.

He gets coffee and sits in front of you. You say nothing.

“I’m putting you on watch for a couple weeks, an extra one.” He mumbles. “Ten to one in the morning.” He says. “Yes sir.” He’s surprised you don’t fight but you never have before. Last night was a different side of you he’s never seen.

You stand up, grabbing your coffee and walking away. He sighs to himself. “She’s got it bad, Cap.” Gaz laughs. He’d walked inside after you. “Yeah, yeah she does. Apparently everyone but me saw it.” He chuckles. “Yeah, it’s very obvious. Just watch her.” He laughs. Price shakes his head.

Later that night, you make your way up the stairs to the watch tower. You expect anyone else but freeze when you see him.

He notices but doesn’t say anything. “Um.. here to take over.” You mumble. “No. I just took over for Soap. Have a seat.” He nods toward the other chair. You obey immediately. Something you’ve always done. He’d been thinking to himself for a few minutes before you came up. About how you always had those marks on your face. Black eyes, split lips. Busted knuckles. He saw it but never asked, and a time or two when he did, you said it was an accident from sparring. How much he’d truly missed, he’d asked around about it and it was a lot. He feels like a bad captain. For not asking and not noticing.

It’s quiet the first few days on watch with him. He checks up on you, asks you to look into a flashlight. Makes sure you don’t have a concussion or anything.

As you start healing and spending more time together. He sees you. Your smile is amazing, your laugh is unmatched. You really start to open up to him. Telling him about yourself and stories on missions. Listening and laughing when he tells you some of his own. You’re easy to talk to.

He’d just finished one, a story. You were laughing. Turning away from him. He’s smiling too. He starts to notice the little scars on your face and hands. Your knuckles are scarred and you have a couple scars across your lip. A couple that scatter your face. Cheekbone, brow bone, the bridge of your nose. It makes him sad, because those are there permanently. Because of him.

He sighs. “You’re a real nice girl, you know that?” He says it before he can stop himself. “Makes me wonder what it is you see in me.” He mumbles. Your smile falters as soon as he says it and he feels bad for ruining the mood. “I’m just an old man, and they’re right. I can be a real prick.” He laughs.

You shake your head, a tiny smile hints at your lips.

“You’re hard on people because you care about them. Your harshest moments are when you’re most scared, when people do stupid things that endanger themselves or others. You never yell or get mad unless you have a reason. Usually to reprimand or correct someone for putting themselves in harms way. You care about people. And you’re… respectful and calm and reassuring. When you see us going through our own shit, you send us home or send us back to base when we’re not feeling it. You try your hardest for us and that’s what I see.” You mumble. “I don’t see what everyone else does. I don’t think the things you do have any kind of malicious intent.”

He looks down at his entwined hands. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He sighs. “But Y/N.” He looks at you. “You can’t keep getting into fights and stuff over this, alright? People will say what they want to say. They’ll do what they want to do.” He shakes his head. “Trust me, it’s hard but you have to be the bigger person and walk away.” You nod your head. “I know.” Your nose burns and tears fill your eyes. Why are you about to cry? “I’m sorry, Captain. I’m not trying to let you down.” He can hear it in your voice that you’re getting upset.

“You’re not letting me down. You’re a great soldier and you’re a good girl. This is just.. a lesson.” He laughs. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You mumble. You stand up, going for the door.

You grasp the door handle.

When it opens a crack, he pushes it shut with his hand above your head. You gasp as it slams back shut, seeing his hand over your head. “What are you doing?” You ask.

You turn to look at him, but don’t expect him to be so close. Grasping your chin and lifting your face to look at him. “You know, out on the field.” He starts. “I pair you and I together, because I don’t feel that others will watch you as close as I do. I watch you like a hawk, I’ve killed over you. Do you know that?” He stares into your eyes. You shake your head. “Think about it for a second darling, go on.” He nods. He rests his entire forearm on the door just above your head. His sleeve presses into the top of your head. He’s insanely close to you.

There’s one scenario he needs you to remember.

When you remember it, you look up at him with wide eyes. “You… killed him because of me?” You ask. You don’t remember it well but well enough. The only time you’d ever seen Captain Price angry like that on the field. He surrendered even, but it didn’t matter. You told your captain you’d keep it to yourself after the fact. The list of secrets you’d been keeping for him kept growing.

“He commented on how pretty you looked. Said that when they got their hands on you…” he pauses. “Wouldn’t let it happen. But you know that.” He laughs. “Wasn’t the first time I’ve killed over you and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Not with how savage and ruthless these terrorists are, they’re bound to say something about you that will push me over the edge. Apparently you defend me just as much as I defend you.” He leans in closer and you close your eyes, taking in a breath.

Your heart races in your chest, the things he’s saying. It’s overwhelming.

When he’s pressing his lips to yours, you’re jumping for a second.

His lips are on yours, this is real.

You’re stiff for a minute but eventually melt into him as he kisses you. He lets you adjust and then he deepens the kiss, reaching for your thighs to lift you up, pinning your hips to the door with his own.

You gasp into his lips when he ruts his groin into you. This is what you had dreamt about for months and it was actually happening.

Your mind is foggy, you go with whatever he’s doing. Letting him memorize every curve of your body, the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin and the burn that they leave. He pulls away from your kiss and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Tracing the small line scars with the pad of his thumb. The grooves of his fingerprints rough from callouses. His hands are rough and calloused but his touch is soft as he glides his hands over you. Sliding them up your shirt and gripping your hips. He’s all but panting as he tears into you.

Your lips and cheeks flush red, breathless from nearly nothing but the thought of him. The feel of his tough hands on you.

He tugs your shirt up and over your head, thankful that it was just you and him alone. For hours. Once the fabric is discarded, his lips are on yours again. He refuses to think of anything other than you. Not worried about the cameras or what could be going on around him. He slides his shaft through the hole in his jeans, zipper unzipped enough to expose him. Letting you down long enough to get one leg out of your cargo pants before he’s raising you up again. Lowering you onto his dick. Sheathing you entirely on his fat cock.

When he bottoms out a gasp leaves your lips, a hiccup of the remaining air leaving your lungs. He’s a lot. More than you’ve ever taken and it’s been so long that you’d forgotten. The stretch of him burns a bit and tears corner your eyes. It’s unexpected. He shakes, hissing through gritted teeth at the feel of you wrapped around him. Your smooth skin and gentle pleas have him shaking more. “S-shit you feel good.” He breathes, burying his face into the crook of your neck, raising you up more at the bend of your knees. He slides deeper, places untouched by anyone but him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him. He wraps his arms around your middle, like a bear hug.

Only his cock is buried in you to the hilt and he’s not stopping until he’s made you his. He was always a selfish man.

John doesn’t care anymore, you’re his. You’re his and he’ll show you that you belong to him. That you’ll never feel this way with anyone else. He’ll make sure of it. He uses the wall to hold you still, hips jackhammering into yours at a ruthless pace. Just when you’re about to tap out, he adjusts just slightly and you can take a little more. Your thighs shake in his hands and he’s not letting you out of his grasp. Not until he’s ruined you. Not until you realize just what you’ve signed yourself up for you. A shaky cry leaves your lips and that’s how he knows he’s found it.

“Found it ah?” He laughs, it’s a taunt.

“That special little place, that feels so good? Such a good girl for me.” He breathes. “Ah! You’re s-so deep Captain.”

He hisses, your unsteady voice and how you say Captain has his nearly finishing right there. It’s straight up sinful leaving your lips in such a tone. “Fuck- got me close already.” He growls through gritted teeth. He’s a wild animal. Chasing after that high, desperate for it. A mewl leaves your lips when you cum. It’s unexpected and fast, the tip of his cock abuses that sensitive spot inside of you. Too much to handle. He sends you right into a blinding orgasm and you shake in his hold. His belt rattles with every hard thrust he takes. Over and over until he’s hissing out, nose wrinkling up as he finishes inside of you. Not a second thought about pulling out.

He’s breathless, panting hard as he halts his thrusts. Letting you throb and convulse around him. The little sparks shooting through you, remnants of what he’s just given you linger.

He lets you down and your legs shake, you have to hold onto him. He can’t help but laugh.

He helps you clean up before walking you back to your room. Asking Gaz to take over watch a little early.

He licks his lips as he hesitates leaving you at your door. “Um.. we’ll talk more tomorrow. Alright? Just uh.. try not to get into anymore fights darling.” He laughs.

“You want to stay?” You ask. Opening your door up wider for him. He laughs. “How about you grab some clothes and come back to mine hm?” He tilts his head. “Okay Captain.” You smile. When you turn your back to him, he can’t see your blushing red cheeks or the wide smile on your lips. How all of this time you’d waited and it was finally here.

The both of you walk back to his room, your change of clothes in hand.

Sarah and Soap watch from down the hall, trying to contain their laughs.

[achilles-rage]

achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day seven: santa tell me (ft. eddie diaz)

summary: bringing your best-friend-turned-fake-boyfriend eddie to your work christmas party to prove a point after a coworker says something rude to you.

word count: 3.1k

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a/n: so sorry to all the debra’s out there, i didn’t mean it<3 i love the idea of this so much, so i hope i did it justice!! enjoy<3

warnings: alluding to body shaming from coworker, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You try to be the person at work that everyone likes. You never start arguments with anyone, you listen to everyone’s ideas, and if someone does disagree with you, you try to talk it out calmly.

All that aside, there’s one woman at work that you just can’t fucking stand.

Debra started working with you a few months ago, and despite your best efforts, she still tried to put you down every single change she got. Even her name is annoying. Debra.

Today is like most others when you’re working together, and it’s been extra infuriating because she keeps going on and on about her new hot, rich boyfriend. 

“Are you gonna be at the Christmas party on Thursday night?” Debra asks as you walk into the break room. You look between her and Matteo; another one of your coworkers, before putting on a fake smile.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” Debra nods, then directs her attention to you as you refill your coffee mug, her body now angled towards you instead of Matteo.

“I was just telling Matteo that my boyfriend is gonna be there. You’ll all finally get to meet him. He’s so excited to meet all my friends.” she beams, and you hum softly, nodding. With your back turned toward the coffee maker, you roll your eyes, but before you turn back to look at Debra and Matteo, you put your fake smile back on.

“That’s great. I’m happy for you.” you tell her, and you sort of mean it. Sure, she’s a complete nightmare, but she doesn’t deserve to be alone, you guess.

Apparently, you let your dislike for her slip, just for a moment, because after your words hit her ears, she smiles fakely. Her eyes trail down your body slowly, then dart back up to meet your gaze, and she tilts her head to the side.

“Don’t worry. You’ll find someone,” another trail down your body, “someday.”

Your smile drops from your face, and you blink slowly as you take in her words. You’re not sure what to say. You’re not even sure that she actually just fucking said that. 

You don’t dare break eye contact, and when you see the quirk of her eyebrow, you can tell that she’s begging you to react.

“Thanks, Debra. That’s sweet of you.” is all you say before you turn on your heel, walking quickly out of the breakroom and back to your desk.

Poor Matteo, he has no idea what to do. He just looks at Debra, giving her a quick smile as he excuses himself back to his desk.

You sit down at your desk with a loud huff. The fucking nerve of her, you think, and it’s not even like you can prove her wrong. You’re painfully single. 

It’s not from your lack of trying either, it’s just that apparently the men you choose to give your time to don’t care.

“And then she said, ‘you’ll find someone, someday.’” you practically yell, throwing your hands up in anger. Eddie scowls, his eyes narrowing at your words. 

You’ve been friends with Eddie for years, and he’s always the person you go to with your problems. He’s a great listener, and sometimes he actually gives you good advice. 

“Are you serious?” he says in disbelief. The furrow of his brows gets deeper when you confirm what she said, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

He’s not even sure what to say. You’re perfect; that’s the only word he can think of to describe you most accurately. Of course there’s other words; pretty, sweet, smart, kind, but perfect does a better job at describing just how good you are.

“And now I get to see her stupid smug face all night on Thursday when I show up without a date. Wonder if I can hire someone off craigslist.” you say with a sigh, your tone turning slightly joking. 

He’s silent for a moment, leaning back on his couch and taking a sip of his beer as he thinks it over.

“I’ll be your date.” he says after a moment, not even looking at you. He stares straight ahead of him, but he can see the way your eyes widen, and you look over at him with your jaw slack.

“What?” you say, butterflies filling your belly at the thought of him being your date. Of actually wanting to be your date. 

You’ve always thought Eddie was attractive, but when you actually got to know him, it was impossible not to fall in love with him. You’re too afraid to actually tell him that, though. He’s your best friend. How awkward would it be if he didn’t feel the same? “I’ll be your fake date; pretend we’re dating. Get her to lay off you.” he says with a shrug, finally turning his head to look at you.

You swallow, nodding after a second with a small smile.

Right, a fake date.

“You’d do that?” you ask sheepishly. Even if the idea of it being a fake date makes your heart clench in your chest, a dull pain settling in your chest as you mull it over, you figure you can still pretend he likes you back. Just for one night.

“Of course. You’re my best friend.” Another stab to the chest. 

You keep the smile on your face, nodding quickly.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much that’ll piss Debra off.” you say with a laugh, trying to numb the pain in your chest. You take a big swig of beer, then lean back further into the couch, as if wishing it would just suck you up and take away the gaping feeling in your chest.

It’s almost 7:00 when you get to Eddie’s house; it took you a while to decide on makeup and shoes, and now you’re running late.

You knock on his door hurriedly, shivering as the cool night air hits your bare legs. You take this time to look down at your outfit one more time, smoothing your hands over the dark green fabric of your dress and letting the small sparkles scrape across your skin.

Your head snaps up when the door opens in front of you, and your breath catches in your throat when you take in the sight of Eddie in his black suit. You notice that the tie he’s wearing is a similar colour to your dress, and you smile, finally realizing why he asked you what you were wearing a few days ago.

“Look at you all dressed up.” you say in a teasing tone, unable to come up with anything else. 

Eddie doesn’t respond for a second, too busy trailing his eyes down your plush figure in your dress. He can see the gentle outline of your soft tummy, and the dip in the neckline makes him struggle to fight back a groan.

“You look beautiful,” he begins, finally looking into your eyes. “Debra’s gonna eat her words.” he tries to backtrack, hoping he didn’t just completely fuck himself over and expose his feelings for you.

“Thanks, but we actually have to get there for her to do that.” you tell him, urging him out the door.

“Let me grab my keys.” he murmurs, beginning to turn, but you’re quick to stop him.

“I’m already forcing you to be my date, you don’t have to drive too.” you say with a laugh. He shakes his head, waving you off quickly.

“I’ll drive. If I know you, you’ll need a few drinks to deal with her all night, anyway.” he teases, and you laugh, shrugging in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Thanks.”

On the way to your party, you come up with your relationship timeline, just in case Debra asks. Since he hadn’t met anyone at your work, you figure it would be better to not include that you were friends first. You don’t want to give her any sort of ammunition, and you can already hear her shrill voice in the breakroom tomorrow saying something about it taking a long time for someone to fall for you.

When you’re finally there, Eddie holds his arm out for you, and you loop your own through his, feeling butterflies in your tummy as he leads you through the front doors.

You’re surprised at how fancy the place is; surprised that your company actually bothered to spend any amount of money on a holiday party. 

You both walk over to the bar, slowing down to say a quick greeting to some of your coworkers on the way. When you get there, he orders your drinks for you while you keep an eye out for Debra, trying desperately to ignore that when you took your arm from Eddie’s, he placed his hand on the small of your back.

You still haven’t seen her over a half hour later, but Eddie’s grip on you never holds up. If his arm isn’t looped with yours, his hand is on your back, or his arm is around your waist and his hand is on your hip, squeezing every now and then as you speak to various coworkers.

Everyone seems to love Eddie, too, which you’re not surprised about, but it still warms your heart nonetheless. You can’t wait for Debra to hear your coworkers talking about your handsome, firefighter boyfriend tomorrow.

Almost an hour later, you’re back at the bar for a refill, Eddie having switched to soda after his first drink. You’re taking a sip of your drink, standing in front of Eddie and practically between his legs as he leans his back against the bar, when he suddenly pulls you closer to him by your hips and begins to gently sway you both side to side.

“She’s here.” he whispers in your ear with a smile plastered onto his face; just in case Debra looks over and sees him. 

Of course she shows up ‘fashionably late” to the party, you think, she just wants everyone to see her grand entrance.

He has no idea what Debra even looks like, but it’s not hard to realize that the woman who just walked in is definitely her. He can hear her shrill voice from his spot at the bar, and the way she looked around the crowd when she walked in made it clear to him that she was looking for everyone to notice her.

You almost choke on your drink when he pulls you to his chest, and one of your hands goes up to his shoulder, keeping yourself steady in your heels as he sways you back and forth in time with the music.

“What do I do?” you say, all the things you had thought about doing now in the wind when you actually need them.

“Just look pretty.” he whispers, then brings one hand up to the side of your neck. He leans in impossibly closer, and you feel goosebumps erupting on your skin as his hot breath hits your neck.

“She’s looking.” he says, letting out a soft chuckle to really play it up. You swallow, tilting your head back to laugh along with him, hoping she can see just how close he’s holding you.

You’re in luck, because a minute later, you hear her call your name. “You brought a date? I didn’t think you had one.” she says as you turn in Eddie’s grip and begin to walk toward her. Eddie follows you, keeping a hand firmly on your hip as he stands beside you. You give her a big, smug smile, tilting your head towards Eddie.

“Debra, this is my boyfriend. Eddie.” is all you say, looking over at him, as if making sure for one final time that he’s okay with this.

“Nice to meet you.” he says as he outstretches his hand. Debra laughs incredulously, but shakes his hand. You don’t miss how her eyes trail down his body, no doubt taking in his muscular form. Your smile widens at her clear disbelief, and the dull pain in your chest from knowing that this is completely fake fades at the satisfaction of rendering her speechless for once.

“Well, this is my boyfriend, Max. He’s a lawyer.” she finally says, grabbing the man’s arm and pulling him closer to her. 

He’s attractive, you’ll admit, but he’s nothing compared to Eddie. He’s slightly taller, but not as muscular, and Eddie is much more handsome than him.

Max shakes your hand, and then Eddie’s, and then Debra speaks again.

“And, what is it you do?” she asks Eddie.

“I’m a firefighter-paramedic with the LAFD.” he tells her with a smirk, squeezing your hip a couple times. You lean into him, tilting your head up to look at him, and with your attention temporarily on Eddie, you don’t see that Debra does not like this act of PDA.

“How…noble.” she tells him, and you scoff under your breath, looking away for a moment before you finally snap back.

“He was in the army. Got a Silver Star for saving his troop mates from a helicopter crash.” you tell her. You try to keep your tone happy and relaxed, but Eddie can sense the edge in your voice. He leans in to whisper in your ear, using two of his fingers to tilt your chin up.

“How about you get us some new drinks?” he whispers. He has absolutely no problem playing this fucked-up game with Debra, and he can tell that you need a break already.

You nod with a small smile, then excuse yourself, walking back over to the bar while trying to keep your eye on Eddie.

You know he can hold his own, but you also know Debra. She has a special way of getting on your nerves and making you see red.

When you finally get your refills, you make your way back, but when you hear the conversation between Eddie and Debra, you stop in your place, listening intently.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, confusion and a hint of anger in his voice.

“I’m just saying that she didn’t tell anyone she was bringing a date. When I told her about Max, she didn’t say anything about you.” Debra replies, her voice calm and nonchalant, even though her brows were narrowed accusatorily.

“She’s a pretty private person. She doesn't like flaunting her personal life at work.” he replies, matching her tone. You can see the slight downturn of his lips from your spot, and butterflies fill your tummy as you think about him actually defending you.

Debra opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say a word, Eddie begins again, his voice getting slightly louder.

“I don’t know what’s so hard to believe about this. She’s gorgeous, and smart, and sweet, and a lot nicer than you seem to be. I’m lucky to be here with her.” he says sternly, and then he turns and walks away from Debra, intent on getting the last word in and stunning her to silence. 

His eyes set on you as soon as he turns, and he closes the distance between you two, grabbing your hips quickly and pulling you against him. He rests his forehead against your chest, feeling white hot anger flooding his body at Debra’s insistence that you shouldn’t have a date. 

He inhales your scent, your mere presence helping to slow his heartbeat, and his grip on your hips helping to ground him.

You tilt your head back, letting him rest against you for a minute as he calms himself down. You desperately want to run your fingers through his hair, but your frigid fingers gripping the two chilled glasses tightly stops you from doing so.

When he finally lifts his head and looks down at you, you tilt your head to the side, your anger for Debra now completely triumphed by your appreciation for Eddie.

“Did you mean it?” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Mean what?” he asks, tilting his head the same way as yours. The urge to cup your cheek becomes too overwhelming for him to resist, and he raises his hand, running a thumb across your warm skin. He mustn’t have known you were listening, you think.

“All the stuff you said.” you clarify, your eyes searching his desperately.

He chuckles softly, his eyes softening at the timid way you speak.

“Of course I meant it. How could I not mean it?” he tells you, leaning his face down closer to yours.

You try to fight back the smile, but after a second, the smile erupts onto your face, brightening up your face and making your face scrunch up in joy.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes dart down to his lips. It’s only for half of a second, but he catches it. Without thinking any further, he pushes his lips to yours, sighing into the kiss as he feels you melt into his arms.

The kiss starts off slow, like neither of you can believe this is finally happening, but it quickly becomes deeper and more passionate. 

His hands move from your hips to your back, pulling you flush against him, and then he lifts one hand up to your jaw, tilting your head up into the kiss just that little bit more.

You’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice Debra watching with a scowl, no doubt pissed off that she was proven wrong. You finally have to force yourself away from him when his tongue tries to slip past your lips, still having half a mind to remember where you are.

“Should we get out of here? We probably shouldn’t be doing this here; I’m still technically at work.” you say in a teasing voice, beaming up at him as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ve been wanting to drag you out of here all night. If it were up to me, I would’ve taken you to bed as soon as I opened my front door and saw you in that dress.” he rasps, giving your nose a soft kiss.

“Yeah, you like it?” you whisper. Truthfully, you picked it out with him in mind. You secretly hoped that he’d love it as much as he seemed to.

“You have no idea.” he tells you earnestly, then grabs the drinks from your hands and sets them on a nearby table before taking your hand and drags you out to his car. You giggle the whole way, unable to believe what’s happening.

Who knew that fake dating for your work Christmas party would end in you having a real boyfriend?

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[piftamere]

nine - keg stand (wc : 791 ; cw : vomit, drinking)

he abandoned her, even though she doesn’t know anyone, what a fucking jerk. she walks through the house, looking for him, or for a friendly face who’s not completely drunk.

nearing the kitchen to pour herself a drink, she hears yelling and cheers in the distance. she recognizes a name, one of her boyfriend’s teammates, who’s apparently doing a keg stand. she met them briefly earlier. they seemed more interested in the party and alcohol than in getting to know her, and the feeling was mutual.

she hears a loud crash and turns her head to look in it’s direction. the guy fell over, but he’s now back up, holding up his hands like he won a gold medal. as she’s focused on the blond guy’s stupid proud expression, someone bumps into her, spilling their cold, sticky drink all over her clothes. she curses and they shortly apologize before vanishing into the crowd. she smells like a fucking jager bomb now.

she looks around for a bathroom, giving up on her drink. she just wants to wash her dress and go home. she waits for half an hour in the bathroom line.

fucking frat party.

cleaning her dress takes her longer than she thought it would, impatient drunk college students bang on the door, urging her to hurry up. she takes a moment to look in the mirror, ignoring the line outside.

maybe she doesn’t have to leave, maybe she can still enjoy her night, with or without her boyfriend. her dress is wet and sticky but who cares. (she cares)

she takes a few deep breathes, ready to have a better end to her night. weaving through the crowd, she heads back to the kitchen where the music is significantly less loud. the windows are open and the cool air is a welcome addition. she overhears voices who appear to be coming from outside. her boyfriend’s teammates… they’re everywhere, some kind of curse she thinks.

she doesn’t pay much attention to their conversation, until she hears her name. though they’re slurring their words, she understands most of what they’re saying.

someone she can’t see says sheepishly, “yn seems kinda nice i don’ know…”

“tsumu”, who appears to be the guy doing a keg stand earlier, is talking loud, voice proud and arrogant.

“who cares, she's just a bitch he'll fuck for a few weeks then ditch like he always does.” he laughs as he says it, like it’s the greatest fucking joke ever.

“tsumu…” the other guy groans.

“what? it’s true! she’s hot, sure, but that’s all she is. i bet he’s already looking for the next one.” he continues laughing, and she stops listening.

her hands grip the counter, knuckles whitening. it would be so easy to put him in his place. he’s just a pathetic, drunk low-life. a few well-chosen words and he'd think twice about running his mouth again. but they get stuck on the knot in her throat.

fuck fuck fuck. why is it getting to her? she doesn’t know him, she never cared about assholes like him. so why can’t she get a fucking word out?

she’s frozen in place for a while, not sure how long. she feels stupid, embarrassed. no one else inside heard but all she wants to do is run away.

done with the night, she heads towards the front door, head hung low, without saying goodbye to her boyfriend or any of his “friends”. as she walks out, she sees someone leaning against the railing, actually he’s more slumped over it, as he most likely can’t stand on his own. she recognizes him and curses under her breath.

has he not ruined her night enough?

“leavin’ already?” he slurs over his words and lets out a hiccup, a drunken smile plastered over his face.

she ignores him.

“hey… did somethin’ happen?” a hint of concern can be heard in his tone, and it infuriates her. who does this egotistical dick think he is, pitying her?

she turns to face him, ready to take her anger and frustration out on him. he deserves it. hell, she deserves it. he won’t remember it tomorrow morning anyway. as she’s about to tear him a new one, she stops, seeing the weird expression on his face. her brows furrow as she tries to figure out what it means, but she understands a little too late. he leans forward, placing his hand on her shoulder to steady himself... before puking at her feet, covering her shoes in the process.

she abruptly pushes him off her. he hits the railing hard, mumbling what appears to be barely audible apologies.

she throws her shoes in the nearest trash can, and walks home barefoot.

fucking jocks.

fun facts

this is a flashback to when atsumu and yn met (their meet ugly)

this night is what hinata meant when he said atsumu owes him : he brought him back to their place, helped him clean up the vomit and didn’t tell anyone that he threw up all over himself

atsumu has almost no memories of the night, he knows he puked over someone or something, but that's basically it.

the guy speaking with atsumu about yn was bokuto, he forgot most of the night as well

yn can hold a grudge forever

author's note

i would be mad forever too just for the puking thing

i had this part sitting in the drafts for so long i'm so happy to finally post it

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Bad End Cinderella (Demo)🤴

TL;DR: You ever look at a character in a story and think that they're deserving of what they got? Well, maybe, they can still get their good end, too. ...But probably not in this case.

Game Link: https://sauceco.itch.io/bad-end-cinderella

Notable Features: Male MC, Named MC, female LI, story heavy Spiciness: 1/5 -- And it's not really even spicy. The man is taking a bath with a glass of wine. Don't get me wrong, he looks good, but it's more of a vibe versus suggestive. LI MC Red Flags: 2/5 -- Obsessive, possessive, short-tempered, entitled, self-centered; he doesn't do much, but you can tell that it's brewin'.

Wanna know more? Even though it doesn't say 18+ explicitly, it does say that minors shouldn't interact...which is anyone under 18. That being said, shuffle off if you aren't of age. If you are of age, let's get into it!

Ah, intros. I never know what to put in them, so...I guess I'll talk more about the game but not so much it'll make the review pointless.

So, this game was really good, and it's not even done. Like, ugh, the writing is just so...it's elegant. Like, I want to buy it some champagne and do the posh "Oh ho ho ho ho~!" laugh as we exchange tales about poor people activities, even though I am the poor people, ya feel me? Let me tell you though, the story is everything but elegant. Like, the yandere? A royal? More like a royal fuck up. Ohhhhh~! Got hit ass!

Also, I almost forgot to mention that I put "MC Red Flags" because we're playing from the yandere's point of view which makes us him and him the main character and the main character is us since we're making the decisions for him. See? We're him and he's us. Just a heads up for that one.

Okay, is-- is the intro long enough? Are you cool with the intro being this short? Genuinely? You're gucci with me just jumping in? Because, I'm deadass just stalling. Bless you, let's stop stalling then, because I really want to tell you about this game. As usual, I'll tell you as much about the visual novel as possible without ruining the story itself.

With that out of the way, let's get into it.

Once upon a time Yeah, nah. I know it flows like a fairy tale and all, but nah. We're doing this my way.

So boom (ah~ much better).

Our -- well Claude's; that's the yandere by the way -- wife left us for some wack ass pleb, and we are officially the gossip among the commoners and will lowkey be the laughing stock of the royals. Honestly, it's embarrassing and really damned infuriating.

We're kind've running back where the marriage went wrong, and we've pretty much come to the conclusion that shit went left when we chose a hoe over our heart. Who was our heart, you ask? None other than our housemaid and (lowkey) childhood friend/sweetheart Ella.

We start reminiscin' about our one and only Ella, and just kind've recalled that we hadn't felt that genuine warmth, love, and happiness since her. Like, yeah, admittedly, we felt that with our wife for a bit, but it was mainly because she kind've boosted our ego quite a bit in the beginning, and it's like...she was there, so we may as well have learned to vibe with her a bit.

Pfft, yeah right. You see how that shit turned out. 6 years of straight misery. Fuck her and fuck that baker, too. Well...I don't know if he was a baker or not but...look, Silvia is a hoe, and so is her entire damned lineage. Period. Ella would've never ran off with some peasant the way that she did.

Wait...

Actually...we never really thought about that before. Granted, what we said about Ella never treating us the way that our ex-wife had is true, but we're starting to think that maybe that other part about her never running off with some guy is...not entirely true.

No, no, no, no, no. Negative thoughts rejected. That can't be true; it's not true. She's our Ella, and our Ella would've waited for us; our Ella did wait for us. We just have to finalize this stupid divorce and go looking for her.

So, we do. We finish the paperwork, break the shackles of being held down by a harlot that we tried to make into a queen just for her to go back to the cobblestones where she belongs, and look for our precious Ella. That being said, even though true love conquers all, this is pretty tall task to accomplish on our own, so we go to our main ally:

Esra, the royal oracle.

Nah, don't get excited, because this was a fucking waste of our time. This man wasn't an ally at all, let alone any actual help!

First off, we asked him for help, and it's just attitude with him. Like, excuse you? I'm your king? Watch your tone? Second, when we finally do get him to the point where he actually does what he's supposed to do, this mothafucka looks in his little special book and is like "Don't do it". Like, huh?! The fuck you mean "don't do it"? I ain't ask you for advice, I asked you for help, specifically how to get to my damned Ella. Then he's all "Okay, but the stars said--!" and we're like "Boy, fuck you and them stars"! Like, sir, not you telling me not to look for my Ella?!

Bump it.

We just take our lil' "help" and go on about our business, but it's like, it sucks, because now, we have to regroup and consider another ally. We start getting frustrated because why should we even have to do this in the first place, ya know? Like, why couldn't that dumbass oracle just help us like instructed? Now, because of him, we have to waste more time finding another ally, and the only other person we can even consider is ... oh Gods why ...

Floren fucking Winters. Let me tell you about this motherfucker...

He was the biggest ass to us when we were children, but unfortunately and admittedly, his bloodline is pretty top tier when it comes to combat. That being said, because of the arrangement between our families, we stay royal and they stay loyal per our late father's decree, so Floren's dad served, Floren currently serves, his future kid will serve, and so on and so forth. Anyways, I'll get more into this asshat's backstory with us later.

So, Floren comes trotting over in the middle of our monologuing talking mad shit already. He pretty much leads with "Worried about me when your divorce isn't even finalized? That's crazy. Oh, and that guy she ran off with? Lmao I bought him a beer".

Oh word? Is this what we're gonna do? Haha ooh, bitch...

Let me explain something real quick to y'all.

This dude (likely) had feelings for Ella at one point, too, if not still, and has always thought that we weren't good enough to be in her graces. That being said, remember that whole arrangement I brought up earlier? We stay royal and they stay loyal? Guess who had to ship out for 5 years to war? Guess who was making the moves on Ella for those 5 years when he was gone? Yeeeeeeeeah lmao.

So we remember all this, and we take a quick second to get on our king shit, because at the end of the day, he's beneath us, and we're damned sure gonna remind him.

See that? Now those of you that watch anime know that when the protagonist or the antagonist does this, they're about to lay into that ass and fuck up someone's world.

"Remember when you were playing hero those 5 years? It took less than that for Ella to create a divot in my hand and in my arms. Our worst times together were, would be, and are significantly better than your best times with her. Tell me you're jealous without telling me that you're jealous. Letting my birthright dictate what I do? Couldn't be me~"

Look at his face. Look at those dots. Silence. We ain't even have to correct him about the divorce...I mean, we did, but you know...summarizing. Wait, stop, don't get me off track.

Even though we just said all of that, and we had a "checkmate, bitch" sort of moment, we didn't really "win" the argument, because Floren kind've checks us about one very specific detail.

"'Couldn't be you?' Dude, it was you. You threw Ella away like a used toy when Silvia came along, and now you suddenly want to play with her again? The way that you're treating her like an object that's only there for your convenience is actually gross."

...Chile, so anyways. That thing about allies? Floren is far from one.

Even though, he was lowkey right. If Ella saw us now, she...wouldn't be entirely happy, especially about how we kind've blew up at Floren like that. We really have changed over the years, and we're starting to question our own integrity a bit despite feeling like we're still a good person overall. We love Ella, -- our Ella -- and we would do literally anything to be reunited with her.

"Are you so willing to risk the lives of unwilling innocents just to achieve your goals?"

Easily. The stars refused to shed light on our fate when asked, so I'll commit the sin first and ask for forgiveness later. That being said...

And we are probably going to sin a lot.

I'm gonna repeat myself a little bit here, but y'all the game isn't even done, and it's this good! Admittedly, as some of you that have been rocking with me know, I'm conceited when it comes to these visual novels, so I always want to be able to self-insert, and (of course) I prefer the LI to be a guy. That being said, when I saw that this was what it was I was like "Eh..." but considering that I'm a sucker for styling and that this was one of the people who are working on the masterpiece Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack -- **cough cough** I have a review of it here; shameful plug **cough cough** -- I gave it the ol' college try.

Okay, so, let's talk about the pacing, which was amazing. It honestly could not have been executed any better, in my opinion. The way that it just jumps right into the thick of it but not so much so that it's disorienting was such an Olympic skill. It was just so crazy that the dev was able to do that but still ease into the actual story where we see this man slowly spiral and the plotline start to take hold. It was just so beautifully done. Speaking of being beautifully done...

The yandere, Claude, is being written so well. Like mentioned, I'm genuinely enjoying the slow spiraling of this man, and I cannot wait to see how far he'll actually go for this Ella girl. Like, to read about the moment that he realized that "Oh shit...what are the chances that the woman that I blew off didn't actually wait for me?" and then he basically gets bout it, bout it with the royal oracle AND the captain of the royal guard? Not to mention, he actually acknowledges that something is potentially off with him but he rationalizes his actions and says that he's a good person and that he's doing it for love?! Like, brooooooo. We don't see it yet, but this man is bound to become a menace, and I am demanding an update!....please, I fucking beg, dev. I. BEG.

Also, just as a side thing. Can we just take a minute to talk aboUT HOW FINE FLOREN WINTERS IS???

Like Claude and Ersa are cute, don't get me wrong, but it's something about Floren. Hell, it's not something, it's errythang about Floren Winters! Like, that is hubby. That is baby daddy, and I don't even want kids, ya feel me? Like, I volunteer to keep that whole "You'll serve, your children'll serve, and then their children'll serve, and so on" thing going. We can spend plenty of time to make some babies, okay?

But no, yeah, I feel very strongly about the direction that this game is going in, and I am really excited about how the story will pan out. Like, what the hell was Ersa referring to? Why did his face literally just...?

Like, do you see that? That is genuine horror. Like, I imagine that he's seen countless prophecies, both good and bad, so what kind've shit did he see that was so appalling that he was just like "Bro, don't do this"? Like, deadass, my guy? Just straight up don't do it?? DUDE, WHAT TF DID HE SEEEEEE??????? Like, I want to know so bad! Best believe that if and when this full game drops, I will be right damned there!

Anyways, I'm gonna end it there because some of you already know how I get when it's a game that I really like. I'm gonna stop my yapping while I'm ahead. Before I officially end it though, I want to give you guys the link just in case you want to play it for yourself, and I absolutely think that you should. Also, it's been a while since the dev has gotten any comments, so if you want to do my bidding and let them know "PLEASE. I MUST KNOW HOW CLAUDE FUCKS THIS UP. UPDATE PLEASE. I mean...rest and take your time, but I'm literally offering my soul here", I'm sure they'd be delighted to know that people are still enjoying and anticipating their game. I'm pretty certain they're a part of the SnaccPop team, but I didn't see anything to donate to them as their own separate creator. If you find something, I'm sure they'd appreciate the monetary support, especially individually.

Okay, I'm gonna stop yapping for realsies now. Big preesh for getting this far. Like always, please remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Bad End Cinderella

[evanoid]

Political Rant

US Elections

TW:Trump,Talk of violence and Su*cide,mention of abortion and SA

I'm so enraged about the outcome, it's hard to put into words.

I'm not even living in the USA mind you.

I had so much hope,Kamala Harris seemed so promising.I know that she has flaws in her views and politics as well but anything would've been better than a convicted Felon.Hell, even a damn rock would've been a better choice.Harris is so ridiculously qualified,and i bet she only lost because she simply is not a white man.

And now,all I see from the men that support trump are comments like: "your body,my choice" or "lefties are so emotional,womp womp" or "you'll live" and so on.

It's so infuriating,I want to smash their heads in with a hammer until all of them are unrecognisable and choke on their blood.

1."your body,my choice" comments that seem to flood comment sections are evil and shows how much men truly hate women,how much they hate their mothers,daughters and sisters.

2."the left is so emotional" is just like throwing rocks in a glass house.When the left loses,they don't go out of their way and violently respond like the MAGA cult did last time,they stormed the capitol building and trump also said this election,that if he'd lost it would "end in a blood bath". How can someone not think that these horrible excuses of human beings are any less than utterly out of their minds? Demons on earth Tbh.

3."you'll live"

No.Many won't.You know what you voted for.And the simple truth is that people of the LGBTQ,people of colour,women and other minorities will get scrapped of the few rights they have left.Police violence will go up,violence against queer people and people of colour will get worse.The hysteria stirred up against trans people will get worse.Women and girls will literally die for not having proper access to abortions.

And before someone says "they should keep their legs closed".SHUT UP.SHUT THE FUCK UP.you stupid idiot bfr.

Pregnancy takes two,R*pe exists whether you deny it or not.

People will either kill themselves or get killed and when it hits someone close to you, and you did vote for trump,then I have no empathy left for you.You deserve everything that is coming for you,I hope everything you voted for happens to YOU personally.I hope you suffer.

Trump isn't a Christian,he isn't a man with good values.Anyone who thinks this Rap*st is anything but a narcissistic,selfish,spineless,godless Bastard is delusional or just as bad.

Your god won't forgive you.No one will,you're on the wrong side of history and I,again, genuinely hope it bites you back.

[piedpiperart]

Menagerie part 8

PART SEVEN

Bakugo couldn’t believe it. Last night, his parents got a call from UA to come in early for a parent-teacher meeting to discuss his ‘behavior’. He scoffed. No doubt Deku came to them crying about him. But Katsuki didn’t have anything to worry about, he never did. None of the teachers cared about Deku anyway. 

That was why he didn’t understand why his teacher was looking at him with disappointment and annoyance. Surely he could see that Katsuki was the strongest out of the whole class, that he deserved to be at UA more than any of those other shitty extras. This was infuriating.

“It has come to our attention that Bakugo has a record of bullying,”Aizawa-sensei stated, and Katsuki clenched his fists in indignation.

“I wouldn’t say bullying,”Mitsuki hedged,”Sure, he’s a little rough around the edges, but Katsuki wants to be a hero, there’s no way he’d hurt someone on purpose!”  

Aizawa gave her a flat stare, before his eyes drifted over to Katsuki, and his blood ran cold. His teacher raised a brow, as if to ask Bakugo if he was going to tell his parents himself. “Tch. Whatever lies Deku’s been telling, it ain’t true,”Bakugo scoffed, but he could feel his palms getting sweatier with nerves. 

“That’s funny,”Aizawa drawled, and Bakugo’s parents shared a look. “Because Midoriya hasn’t told me anything.” 

Aizawa’s words left Bakugo confused, until he remembered the two extras in the hallway. The purple haired one and the scar-face. “Midoriya? You mean Izuku?” Mitsuki asked, shoulders slumping in relief. “They’ve been friends for ages, I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding,”She explained, and Aizawa turned his gaze to her. 

“You think shoving Midoriya against a wall in an empty hallway and using your quirk to burn him is a misunderstanding?” The pro hero challenged, and Mitsuki paled. 

Bakugo scoffed. “The nerd deserved it, he was looking down on me- He had a quirk this whole time! That bastard was hiding it from me,”Bakugo sneered, letting off some sparks in his hands. Aizawa eyed his fists carefully, and he resisted the urge to wipe his hands on his pants. 

Katsuk resolutely kept his gaze away from his parents, knowing neither of them would be pleased with him. He knew they had a soft spot for Deku, they just didn’t understand. Everyone knew he was better than Deku, and now, now with that stupid nerd hiding his quirk from him! That was just too much. 

“Katsuki..”Mitsuki gasped, and covered her mouth with a hand. Katsuki kept his glare on his teacher, the man who should be expelling Deku for hiding his quirk for so long, and cheating to get into UA. It was no wonder he hid his quirk, he had to use other people for it to work. 

Aizawa cleared his throat to get the parent’s attention. “Normally, this is enough to expel him from the hero course,”He said, but put up a hand when all three made some noise of protest,”But because of this incident, I looked into his school records and found some.. Discrepancies.” Before anyone could say anything, Aizawa continued with,”So I requested to take a look at some security footage from Aldera Middle school, and found multiple cases of assault with a quirk, bullying, and suicide-baiting, all directed towards Midoriya or kids with ‘weaker’ quirks.”

After those words, Katsuki couldn’t take it,”So what? None of that is on my record- you can’t fucking expell me over this shit!”

“Shut it, brat,”Mitsuki barked, and her fists curled on the arms of her chair. She turned to Aizawa. “I was unaware that this was going on, but I promise you he’ll accept any consequences you see fit. I thought,”She paused wiping her eyes. “I thought he was just like me, you know? Loud and brash, but.. I never thought he’d stoop so low. Poor Izuku..”

“I’ve expelled students for less,”Aizawa commented dryly,”But there’s no way Bakugo will be allowed to continue at UA. If any of his previous tendencies were shown on his record, he wouldn’t have been accepted in the first place.”

After hearing those words, Katsuki slumped in defeat. He was being expelled. From UA. He was being expelled from the number one hero school in Japan, and he was never going to be able to become a hero, much less the number one. His nails dug into his palms. It was all Deku’s fault. He set me up, Katsuki thought. He ignored the voice in the back of his head, asking if Deku made him hurt him for all those years. 

Katsuki tuned out the rest of the conversation. He wasn’t dumb, he knew when arguing was a lost cause, and looking into his teachers eyes… he knew there was no way of getting out of this. He didn’t hear the three of them talking about therapy, and how if he manages to pass evaluation in a year, they can talk about enrolling into a different hero program. He misses the disappointed, brokenhearted looks from his parents as they agree, taking a list of psychiatrists freshly printed from his teacher. His ex-teacher now. 

Katsuki barely paid any attention as the meeting ended. He held in a scoff when his parents bowed to the pro hero, and was the first one out the door. Bakugo stomped out the school, ears burning in humiliation as he caught sight of a few students on his way out. One curly haired fucker seemed to watch him eerily, and he popped a few sparks in his palms. Soon after that display, his usually quiet father put a stern hand on his shoulder, giving him a look of dismay so strong it made him want to cry. He didn’t though, not when all the nosy extras were milling about the place. 

Tuning out his mom as she lectured, eventually they reached the car, and Katsuki couldn’t help but take one last look at UA as they drove off. He felt nothing but hot, boiling rage that Deku was stealing his dream of becoming a hero in every way possible. 

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Rain paused in their exploration, wondering why Bakugo was at school so early with his parents. Ultimately though, he was on a mission, and glanced away almost as soon as Katsuki met their gaze. Not that the blonde could see his eyes from beneath his curly hair. 

Everything was so new and exciting, and he wanted to explore more of the school. Rain wondered if the school was always so bright as he stuck his head through the door to a random classroom. He hummed, noting its emptiness, but taking a moment to breathe in the chalky, pencil smell from the room. 

Then he was off, going down the hall until he came across another classroom. He peeked his head in, only to come face to face with his- mentor? Dad? Teacher? He frowned, settling on teacher. Looking over, he could see Aizawa-sensei watching him with an amused expression. “Present Mic told me you might stop by. How are you feeling?”

Rain hummed, stepping into the classroom and taking a seat in the front. It was Izuku’s desk. “Good. My name’s Rain.”

Aizawa dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Nice to meet you. What’s the notebook for?”

Rain glanced down at the notebook they’d placed onto the desk. “Feelings.” They settled on, offering the notebook to Aizawa after a moment of hesitation. Tension left their shoulders when his teacher set a juicebox down on the desk and gently picked up the notebook. 

Delighted, Rain took the juicebox while Aizawa tried to stifle a smile at the notes taken in the book. There was everything from what the floor felt like to impromptu interviews with a random student passing through in the hall. Looking down at the kid, he saw a content smile as they tapped the desk and sipped at the apple juice. 

“Do you want to participate in class, or do you think Izuku will be too tired?” Aizawa asked, placing the notebook back on the desk. 

Tilting his head in thought, Rain pursed his lips before saying,”Can I join class? Izuku can take a nap during lunch.”

“Yeah, that’s fine kiddo,”Aizawa said, leaning on Bakugo’s old desk. “If you need a break, you or the kids can hang out in the lounge for a bit. I can write you a pass.”

“Thank you,”Rain smiled softly before going back to the juice box. Aizawa hid a smile in his scarf as he made his way back to his desk to continue grading papers. 

The two of them sat in comfortable silence until the rest of Rain’s friends came back from the gym, dressed in their regular uniforms. Aizawa mourned the silence at Kaminari’s boisterous laughter. 

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“Ugh,”Izuku grumbled, curling further into the sleeping bag as he lay scrunched on the couch in the teachers lounge. At one end of the couch, Todoroki dozed in a light nap with Izuku’s sleeping bagged feet in his lap. 

“Hey, don’t complain,”Uraraka whispered so she didn’t wake Todoroki,”You chose to stay as Rain for that long, you get consequences.”

Izuku didn’t dignify that with a response, only curling up further to press his face into the soft couch cushions. Uraraka snorted. They’d been able to have lunch in the teachers lounge because Izuku and Todoroki almost passed out when they unfused. Well, Izuku more so than Todoroki, but still. Aizawa had all but shoved them into the lounge for a nap.

Uraraka, Shinsou and Denki came with their lunches and sat around the couch, quietly eating while the two slept. Todoroki seemed to wake up perfectly fine halfway through lunch, if not a bit sleepy, but didn’t move from the couch as Shinsou passed him his lunch. Much to their amusement, Todoroki ate his bento with most of Izuku’s legs in his lap. 

Eventually, Izuku stirred from slumber towards the end of lunch with a loud stomach growl. Sleepily he reached a hand out of the bright yellow sleeping bag and made grabby hands at Todoroki. While the others were snickering, Todoroki picked up a roll of sushi with his chopsticks and placed it gently in Izuku’s hand. It was then unceremoniously and sleepily shoved into Izuku’s mouth with a pleased hum.

“Is he still asleep?” Denki whispered, prompting Uraraka to spit out some of the water she was drinking in a burst of laughter. 

“Oh my god what if he’s sleep-eating?” Uraraka laughed. Shinsou looked contemplative, passing Todoroki Izuku’s lunch box as well and Todoroki had just continued eating. “Will he wake up?”

“How long does he usually sleep?” Denki asked. Izuku’s sleepy hand came back out to make gestures at Todoroki, sending them all in a fit of poorly concealed quiet laughter. This time, Todoroki opened Izuku’s lunch and with his chopsticks, passed over a piece of chicken katsu to place in Izuku’s waiting hand. That too, was shoved into Izuku’s mouth with sleepy bites and a hum of content. 

“So cute,”Denki complained. “But yeah, how long does he usually sleep for after using his quirk?”

“I dunno,”Uraraka shrugged. “Guess it depends on how much energy he used up. Usually when we trained it was later in the day so he could go to bed early and wake up in the morning fine.”

“Aizawa said if he needs more rest he can stay and skip english,”Shinsou reminded them. “After that, he’s on his own.”

“What? I’m sure Aizawa would let him sit out on other stuff- maybe even the whole day?”Denki thought aloud. 

“I doubt it,”Uraraka snorted,”Plus we have hero training today. Izuku wouldn’t want to miss that.”

“Isn’t All Might teaching that?” Shinsou asked, watching Izuku make another grab for food. 

Denki perked up,”Yeah! All Might’s the new heroics teacher, isn’t it cool?! I can’t believe the number one hero is gonna be teaching us. He’s probably really good at it, I bet he has lots of experience with training younger heroes, you know?”

“I dunno, he seems kind of.. dumb,”Shinsou grimaced, not finding a better word for it. 

“Head empty,”Todoroki added sagely from the couch, and Denki clapped his hands together in quiet applause. 

“I’m so glad I taught you memes,”Denki said, wiping a fake tear,”That was perfect.”

Shinsou made a face, looking over and seeing Todoroki oddly proud of whatever that was. “Alright but yeah, All Might isn’t the most proactive hero when it comes to public speaking or advocating for right or anything. I don’t think he’ll be that great of a teacher,”Shinsou drawled. 

“What? But he’s number one! Surely they wouldn’t let him teach a bunch of kids if he wasn’t good at it?” Denki asked. 

“We’ll just have to wait and see,”Uraraka shrugged nonchalantly, but inside she was thinking over what she’d heard from Izuku about All Might. Even thoughts during the times they’d fused were… complicated. She wondered if Izuku would tell her about it if she asked. 

“Wanna make a bet?” Shinsou smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I bet you a dollar All Might sucks as a teacher.”

“You’re on! I bet he’s amazing,”Denki sniffed indignantly. He turned to Todoroki and Uraraka. What about you guys?”

“I think I’m on your side Denks,”Uraraka laughed. Despite what she felt from Izuku, it mostly came across as hero worship. Its not like Izuku had ever met All Might in person, right? 

“Shinsou,”Todoroki added dryly. He didn’t have faith in any high ranked hero. All Might included. 

  Denki hummed. “Guess we’ll have to ask Izuku when he wakes up what side he’s on.”

“Damn,”Denki muttered softly, with feeling, as the class watched All Might fumble to answer the class’s barrage of questions and then pull out a stack of notecards. “You were right.”

Denki could feel Shinsou’s smug smile from under his purple face mask. “Pay up,”Shinsou said mercilessly, taking the dollar Denki pulled out of his pocket. 

“Is this about the bet?” Todoroki asked, inching closer. “I think Shinsou and I won.”

“What bet?”Izuku asked, watching Uraraka huff and pay Todoroki a dollar. “Why are you guys keeping money in your hero suits?”

They turned to Izuku with varied expressions. “You don’t carry money in your hero suit?” Shinsou asked with a raised brow.

“Uh… no?”Izuku said, looking worried. “Should I? Why? How much do I need to have??”

Uraraka snorted. “Nah you’re fine. Maybe enough for a lunch or bus ride just in case you get stranded somewhere, or need to buy something for a pedestrian? You’re fine right now though.”

“Yeah, Uraraka and I just lost a bet,”Denki sighed dramatically. 

Izuku tilted his head in a way that reminded Shinsou of a puppy. “What did you guys bet on?” 

“If All Might was gonna be a good teacher or not,”Todoroki said. “He’s not.”

Izuku let out a mix between a laugh and a snort that made Denki’s heart flutter. “Man,  woulda won then too. He’s kinda…”

“Dumb?” Shinsou added mercilessly, and he heard laughter from behind him from the purple haired girl. 

“Head empty,”Todoroki nodded, and Denki gave him a high five. 

“Yeah,”Izuku smiled, then frowned. “I met him before. It didn’t go so well.”

“What?!”Denki almost shouted, then quieted when he realized the class had turned their attention to him. When the class turned away he tried again, quieter this time. “What? How did you meet him??”

“Ah, he saved me from a villain,”Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How’d that turn into a bad experience?” Denki asked, confused. 

“What, did he tell you you couldn’t be a hero or something?” Shinsou joked, but Izuku just glanced at his feet. “Wait what? Why-”

“I was uh, quirkless at the time,”Izuku muttered, and the other three took a breath of realization. 

“Well if I knew that before I woulda won the bet,”Denki grumbled, and Izuku snorted. “I mean, it’s fine. It was a while ago,”Izuku reassured. Uraraka’s eyes narrowed. 

“How long ago?” Uraraka asked. 

“Uh, end of junior high?” Izuku responded, and the rest of them winced. Except Todoroki, he was busy glaring at the number one hero. He wasn’t surprised the man was quirkist. Shouto had a theory that all high ranking heroes and high class people were. 

Shinsou nudged Uraraka and Denki playfully,”Hey, want to play pranks on him?” 

“Play pranks on All Might?” Denki exclaimed, while Uraraka responded with a resounding Hell yes. 

“I agree,”Todoroki nodded, and Izuku looked on at his scheming friends in awe and a bit of fear. 

“Alright, we can come up with ideas later, but for now just be as uncooperative as possible,”Shinsou instructed, and they all nodded in agreement. Even Izuku, who did indeed want to get back at All Might a bit while supporting his friends interests. 

“Any questions?” All Might asked at the end of his speech. He pointed dramatically to Iida, whose hand was raised. “You there!”

“Why are we being partnered randomly, wouldn’t it be better to work with someone who is compatible to our quirks?” Iida asked, and Izuku had to restrain himself from piping up with the answer. He was pretty sure All Might had a different one anyway. 

“Yes! You will all need to work with a variety of heroes when you graduate, not all of them will work well with your own quirk, but adapting to the challenge is what makes a hero!” All Might exclaimed, then pointed to Shinsou. “What is your question?”

“How come we’re not learning the basics of fighting instead of jumping straight to battle trials?” Shinsou drawled. 

“Because I’ll need to see what level you all are at before anything can be improved upon!” All Might responded. 

“Is this something Aizawa-sensei signed off on?” Jirou piped up. “Cuz when I asked him he said today would be quirkless fighting.”

“Haha,”All Might laughed nervously,”There was a change of plans! Besides, battle trials are a better way to gauge your skillset!”

“What if our costumes don’t fit? Aizawa-sensei said you were going to help us get them modified if there were any problems?” Uraraka chimed in. 

“Well- Anyone who can’t participate with their costume can sit out for now,”All Might stammered, before turning away,”Right! First up is group C as the heroes versus group A as the villains!” 

Izuku and Shinsou exchanged glances. It was them as heroes against Mina and Iida as villains. Ignoring All Might sputtering around the students and herding them into the viewing box, Shinsou and Izuku got together for planning. 

“Are you okay with fusing with me?” Izuku asked earnestly, and Shinsou hesitated. Not missing a beat, he added,”That’s fine. I think All Might would hate to see me win quirkless anyway,”He said wryly. 

Shinsou let out a breath. “Right. Yeah, any plans?”

“A few,”Izuku grinned. 

Iida was excited. Sure he was playing a villain, which wasn’t ideal, but for the sake of the exercise he could act. His brother had taught him a bit about acting when he’d signed him up for a play once. Except, he knew Shinou was his opponent, and that meant he couldn’t speak. He wasn’t sure if Shinsou required a response or just any sound, but Iida wasn’t going to risk it. 

Not long after the exercise started, he heard Mina through the comms. “I hear them! I’m going in for attack,”She said excitedly, and Iida confirmed with the plan. He would stay and guard the bomb while she attacked. It was the perfect plan. 

However, when he didn’t hear back from Mina after a few minutes, he started to worry. Soon after, there were footsteps in the hall leading up to the bomb room where he was guarding. Much to his surprise, Shinsou strolled nonchalantly into view. His costume was a lot like Aizawa-Sensei’s, but purple and black. He didn’t have a scarf, but had a mask covering his nose and mouth and a hooded cape. 

“Where’s Mina?”Iida blurted out before he could stop himself. Shinsou just laughed. 

“Izuku’s taking care of her,”Shinsou said, jerking his thumb back down the hall. “Do you surrender?”

Iida kept quiet, knowing that if he responded the exercise was over. He couldn’t afford to get caught now that Mina was down. They’d both lose. Shinsou only tilted his head before removing his mask, revealing a chilling smile. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to respond to lose. I was only the distraction.” 

Adrenaline shot down Iida’s spine at those words, and he panicked, whipping around to face the bomb. Much to Iida’s dismay, Izuku was grinning right back at him, hand on the bomb right next to an open window. “Checkmate,”Izuku called, and Iida fought back a smile. 

“The hero team wins!” All Might called over the speakers. Iida marched towards Shinsou as Izuku followed, and Mina came running into the room a minute later. 

“Your strategy was admirable! Your execution was outstanding,” Iida called, chopping his hand down as Shinsou’s face went red. 

“It was Izuku’s plan,”Shinsou mumbled, but was bowled over by Mina’s hug. 

“That was awesome! Seriously, memes? That’s how you got me?” Mina moaned. “I bet Denki is laughing his ass off in the viewing room,”She pouted, making Shinsou and Izuku snort. 

“Did you see his costume?” Izuku chimed in, apparently eager to show off Shinsou’s design, much to Shinsou’s surprise. 

“Hell yeah! Dude, it’s badass!”Mina exclaimed as they walked back out of the building. “Purple is a hard color to pull off, but damn, you do it well.”

“Your costume is very stealthy as well, Midoriya!”Iida complimented, and Izuku shot him a smile. It was a bit more brightly colored than Aizawa’s but still had a plain greenish blue design surrounded by mostly black and bits of red. 

“Thanks! It’s a bit plain, but that’s cause when I fuse with people their costumes get mixed into mine. Uraraka said it could look really bad if theres too many colors to mix.”Izuku rambled, and Iida could understand that. He absently wondered what Izuku and he would look like fused. 

“Why did you guys not use Izuku’s quirk?” Mina asked, and Shinsou stiffened. 

“No time to figure out a new fusion quirk, and sides’ we already had a good plan,”Izuku shrugged, and Shinsou sent him a grateful smile. 

“It is true, you did not need to go to such lengths to defeat us,”Iida said, morosely. 

“Hey, it’s just practice, that’s what makes it a learning experience,”Mina said cheerily. “Sure, I’m bummed we lost, but that just motivates me to kick their asses next time,”She said, shooting Shinsou a deadly grin, which he raised a not intimidated eyebrow at. 

“You can try,”Shinsou snorted. 

PART NINE COMING SOON

[amigac0debasic13]

inhaling so heavily so so heavily,, hey guys its me im back. ninjago. This is just a huge rant about me HATING how trauma is handled in this show. ignore this if you do not want to see my HORRORS.

WHY. IS TRAUMA NOT A FUCKING THING IN THIS STUPID ASS SHOW. Im on another rewatch because im FUCKING INSANE but it drives me actually mad that there are so many downright horrific things that happen to these characters that are just NEVER addressed. lets talkabout the fucking first one that caught my eye when I was first watching the show!!! Im basically going from least infuriating to most infuriating, im trying to cut this show some slack but dear god. !!WHY IS COLE OKAY MAN. HE LITERALLY DIEEED. HE TURNED INTO A GHOST. listen Iknow ninjago death means nothing, and im going to talk about that too but he literally could have ceased to exist if he so much as touched water. after he got his body back, why was this never FUCKING mentioned. I think. if I was in a perpetual state of being horrified my existence would amount to nothing and id just stop BEING when I touched some clear shit coming out of my sink id be pretty scarred for life. I loved possession man, but this happened to TWO CHARACTERS. TWOOO. AND THE OTHER CHARACTER IS LLOYD. lets not even MENTION that hes been exploited the moment everyone found out he was a green ninja, and before that a bunch of grown ass people were bullying a CHILD WHO IS ACTUALLY HOMELESS, lets talk about how his fucking body was taken over by Morro while he ALSO worries about his DAD BEING STUCK IN THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD. IM LOSING IT. IM LOSSINGG ITT. On a smaller note, MISAKO ABANDONED LLOYD. KILL HER. I am the hashtag misako hater garmadon deserves better. The show made no attempt for them to bond or try to make amends for what happened when Lloyd was a kid, she barely appears at all really and it just makes me fucking despise her. ALSO MORRO. this kid. reminding you, CHILD, fucking died in a cave. the cave we SAW in the pilot, if i remember right which is FUCKING INSANE>,,?? we SEE HIS SKELETON. THAT IS A CHILDS SKELETON. never mentioned again after episode 8 I don't think. now the MEAT. THE MEATT. whatever the FUCK went on with garmadon after he got resurrected. They actually did cover this a bit with how Lloyd acted around garmadon, but crystalized also sucked ass and really gave us nothing on how Garmadon felt about this. on god im so sick that hes so normal shaped in crystalized too, He was literally growling with every breath in sons of garmadon why is he normal now. Its been years, i get it. also the Garmadon comic. but he SHOULDNT be a normal person whos just an asshole, I want him to be feral okay?? ok??? I am playfully gesturing to Devils Horns by TeuthidaRegina (did i spell that right. idk man. Its a super fucking good fanfic.)

ALSO Vinnys apartment is very inaccurate there should be scratch marks on the walls and then they should kiss. ANYWAYS Besides this, Lloyd being mad at Garmadon was really all we got for how *he* was effected by his once loving father now randomly coming back with his ribs exposed and only being able to say like. 3 words. and also him immediately trying to kill Lloyd. I feel like we should have gotten a LOT more man. Now this isn't really a problem with the show (Its a huge problem in crystalized but that's a given) but more a problem with the fandom, so that's why I'm putting it at the end. this does not hold relevancy over garmadon becoming a BEAST. (also garmadon becoming a beast is the best thing that ever happened in this show btw. you all are wrong and he should have been animalistic from the beginning. still nice. but he should have also growled. all the time.) My issue is with how people portray harumi. I already had my Harumi spout in a post I made earlier, but I only mentioned the toxicity of the ship with her and Lloyd a little bit. Let us THINK BACK on how she literally feels nothing for Lloyd at all. He was a stepping stone in getting Garmadon back, and she probably straight up hates him. She pretends to like him to manipulate him into helping her resurrect garmadon ok?? do we understand?? Ive seen actual tags on AO3 that say "no harumi hate here" and I am so done. all the harumi hate. dont FUCKING talk to me if you want to justify the downright horrendous things shes done. That ship is toxic as hell and Lloyd is downright being abused AGAIN for like the FIVE BILLIONTH TIME IN HIS LIFE. I dont care man. shes an abusive bitch. i HATE HER. Crystalized made the worst fucking decision trying to justify her and I genuinely hate whoever thought that was a good and right decision to make. If she comes back in dragons rising i hope she dies AGAIN, but Im honestly rooting for them to ignore crystalized's existence. Now finally, this is the absolute peak of how Ninjago shittily handles trauma. the ICE EMPEROR. Zane was stuck in a fucking hellscape of a realm for like. what was it. EIGHTY YEARS??? he went fucking mad man, he turned into a bloodthirsty tyrant during that time. and when this seasons conflict was fixed with the "power of friendship" the show literally mentions that the ice emperor is STILL INSIDE ZANES NOGGIN. AND WHAT DOTHEY DOO?? THEY MAKE IT INTO A FUCKING JOKE. its honestly almost disgusting to me how they handled it, Zane has DIED BEFORE. that's bad. he should have trauma. BUT Zane LITERALLY HAS A BLOODTHIRSTY KILLER IN HIS FUCKING HEAD. DO NOT JOKE ABOUT THIS SHIT. ACTUALLY. HE SHOULD HAVE SOME RELUCTANCE TO USING HIS POWERS OR SOMETHING, ANYTHING MAN. HE KILLLED AN ENTIRE RACEE. Genuinely this is one of my favorite shows, and I love adding onto the shaky ass plot and making it better, but I cannot DEAL with this. Im going to throw in the shit that happened in the spinjitzu brothers book, because oh my god Wu and Garmadon should be fucked up with all the stuff they have had to deal with for like. 5 thousand years. but its fine. its okay. its the book series. I wont mention it. (that book series is so good please release the final book please) ((I LOVE wu and garmadon they are some of my favorite characters in the ENTIRE series im blinking my eyes at you. please go indepth on those two. also give Wu a dragon form, or an Oni form, or literally anything he IS NOT HUMAN.) Also if anyone tells me im ignoring skybound its because I do not need to say anything about skybound. we all know what happened. we ALLL know what the fuck they did to Nya. and fucking. mister possibly a pedo creep man who does not care about consent. I dont even remember his name thats how bad I hate him .

[queenimmadolla]

I’ve asked this question before but I am, once again, curious, I know I asked why you loved heather but now I’m curious as to why you pair heather with Eddie? I love it of course but I must understand the nexus lmao

Let me start this off by stating Cruel Summer was written to be a Hellguard (Eddie x Heather, Heddie) fic and I have an unfinished WIP I titled Missing You for them which I’ll include under the cut, but the explanation:

When it comes down to it, it was just my love for both characters. After ST4 dropped, I rewatched ST3 (my favorite season) and it just reignited my love for Heather. I can go on and on about how it breaks my heart that her death didn’t leave a major impact on the town because she was just a normal girl, not super popular, and it kind of made her the easiest character to self insert with. (It infuriates me that she was paid dust by the fandom because she had a surprisingly large role in ST3 compared to other characters in seasons, like for some reason Carol gets more claim than Heather).

But I remember watching the scene of her telling that kid off and thinking “This girl is mouthy to punks.” Which led to me thinking about Eddie who hands shit out left and right (the famous cafeteria scene) and I started thinking about possible interactions they could have had. Then I started wondering if they ever interacted at all. Did they get along? Did they annoy each other? Ever have a class together? Then I thought, what if feelings were involved?

The thought quickly snowballed, and coupled with my belief that Heather deserved better and deserved to be saved, I came up with Cruel Summer, in which Eddie was going to save Heather. This was of course when most of the fandom was looney about who to pair Eddie with and I didn’t want people to hate Heather strictly because she’d be paired with Eddie, as she has a lot of potential and deserves to be loved, so I changed it into a Reader insert instead but one can tell who Reader was kind of meant to be.

I have an unfinished WIP, one of the first things I wrote when I started writing for Eddie in July of last year, about Eddie reflecting on his unsaid feelings for a now deceased Heather right before his final—and fatal—senior year. A lot of Angst, pretty much him being depressed, grieving in his ways and thinking about The Girl he thought he was going to get. It would have been a slow burn that never got to ignite and Eddie was bitter that people could move on so easily, like she hadn’t mattered. And here is that unfinished WIP: 

“Fuck,” Eddie croaked out, eyes watering as he shuddered with violent coughs, his lungs trying desperately to rid themselves of the smoke he’d inhaled. He hadn’t waited long enough between pulls from the joint, hadn't cared to. Not when he was desperate to feel good. To feel anything other than the stupid fucking anguish that was following him around.

It hadn’t always been, though. Sure, his life wasn’t perfect. His mom was dead, his dad was in prison, and his uncle took up more shifts than he could handle just to make sure Eddie had a tin roof over his head. When he’d seen how worn down Wayne was getting, he’d taken up his own little side business; dealing drugs for a dude who looked like he jumped straight out of a bad porno with that mustache. 

Truth be told, Eddie was pretty sure he wouldn’t amount to much. His only concern was not turning into his father, which would be easy enough. All he had to do was stay out of jail. Of course, with a mindset like that, he hadn’t developed motivation for much else. 

He had his interests. Dungeons and Dragons, Corroded Coffin, weed, metal and the works but academics was not one of them. Hence why he’d be starting his third senior year in just a couple of days. Ironically, that wasn’t the reason why he was currently cooped up in his van, parked near the lake and hotboxing his sorrows away. No, that honor belonged to the permed curly headed, annoying, know-it-all, big mouth commonly known as Heather Holloway. Eddie winced, eyes squeezing shut to stop the rush of moisture from escaping. Formerly known. He shook his head, mouth curling into a bitter grin as he rubbed his fingers into his eyelids in an attempt to physically force the tears away, force the memories down, but it didn’t work. Hawkins was small. Everyone knew everyone, so of course he knew of Heather Holloway’s existence. It would’ve been difficult not to because she was constantly reminding everyone. Eddie didn’t know exactly when they had become enemies, he kind of grouped her in with everyone else who had a problem with him. Unfair of him, but given his social track record, he usually assumed the worst from certain people and she happened to hang around the worst people.

It didn’t help that she was really annoying. Super fucking nosey, always trying to tell him what to do—okay, yeah, sure it was because they’d been partnered up various amounts of times for assignments and projects but she made him feel stupid every single time so why would he have listened to her?—and she had this air about her, held herself like she was better than everyone else. It really irked Eddie because she wasn’t even popular. Hell, she was all but a social pariah because of how annoying she was, normally sat at a table with Jonathan Byers, Samantha Stone (who definitely scared Eddie), Stacy Soto, Fred Benson and the other social rejects, excluding Nancy Wheeler who sat there to be with her boyfriend. He was pretty sure everyone at the table weren’t even really friends, just acquaintances and that was pretty pathetic. Eddie knew he’d be there, too, had it not been for the Hellfire table. He’d been snapping at Tommy Hagan one day, and that ended up in a hallway brawl. And that ended up in a nice Saturday morning of detention with a handful of other random unfortunate souls and Tommy.

Contrary to his reputation, Eddie didn’t actually get detention often. He valued his time, meaning the only extra time he wanted to spend in those soul sucking walls of high school was for Hellfire.

He’d been amused when Heather walked in, looking thoroughly ashamed to be there in the first place as she sunk into a desk, trying not to draw attention to herself.

Naturally, Eddie had to make a spectacle of her arrival. It’d cost him another Saturday of detention, but jumping out of his desk and knocking a couple more over as he overacted his shock at seeing her had been worth it. 

Seeing her face turn that unflattering shade of red and the sheen of sweat that coated her skin brought him great joy.

Her telling him to suck her chode had not.

That’s how they found themselves in detention again the following Saturday. Only, it had been just them. And when Mrs. Click disappeared with some bogus excuse about making copies in the main office which was code for having sex with Principle Higgins in his office, Eddie knew the only source of entertainment was the girl sat all the way in the front of the classroom, doodling in a sketchbook.

“What are you drawing?” He asked as he slipped into the seat behind her, arms folding over the top of the desk.

She’d glanced over her sweater covered shoulder to glare at him before turning her attention back to her sketchbook without answering him. “Oh, c’mon. It’s just you and me, Holloway. You can drop the act. I know you love me.” He crooned, biting his lip as he grinned when she twisted around to face him, lips pursed in annoyance. “Is there a reason you’re such a jerk? Or is it just your personality?”

Eddie’s eyebrows had shot up, he was expecting to have to goad her a little more before he got a response. “More so a matter of circumstance,” he mused, fluttering his lashes for her. Her own dark eyes narrowed even more. It was clear her guard was up and while Eddie very much enjoyed grinding her gears, it was more fun when it was mutual banter. 

“Okay. Go on,” She shrugged her shoulders but her posture didn’t relax and Eddie suddenly felt vulnerable as she called his bluff. “Uh,” he licked his lips as he scrambled for something to follow up with. “The circumstances are—uh—we. . . you know what, we don’t like each other. That’s the circumstance. It’s our thing, don’t deviate from our thing.” Her pursed lips morphed into a frown as her eyebrows pinched together. “Well, why don’t you like me?” Eddie had been taken aback by the question. It had to be rhetorical, right? “Are you fucking with me?” She didn’t say anything, just shook her head as she waited for him to answer her. Eddie stared at her for a long time, but she hadn’t been unnerved enough to look away. In fact, she held his eye contact with the same intensity. “You’re a bitch, Heather.” “So are you, Eddie.” It wasn’t anything monumental, but that interaction caused a shift in whatever they were.

She turned back around, picked up her pencil and continued drawing, leaving Eddie kind of dumbfounded. Only because she wasn’t acting like herself. He didn’t know a whole lot about her, but he knew Heather was desperate for approval, figured that’s why she acted like she was better than everyone else. A fake it till you make it type of situation only he knew she was never gonna make it.

Something told Eddie she knew it, too.

[imagoodone-iswear]

someone help explain this to me. please.

my twin sister literally infuriates me beyond anything. every day i cant help but be pissed at her but i dont want to be. i know she doesnt deserve this and im technically not pissed at her. i think its a mix of jealousy from trauma about how much better she was treated and how much less insight she has into things that i didnt need either but.. trauma. yk. so its that and i think my ocpd? because i just cant help but think she does everything in the wrong way.

sometimes i really think she's stupid or has a 70 iq or smth because she doesnt understand why im pissed most of the time, even if i explain it to her and as someone who has a hard bias against people who appear stupid (also bc of trauma), i just instantly get angry at what i perceive to be a stupid decision.

its either that she actually is stupid and doesnt understand the value in adaptation to your surroundings, or its all just my biased perception and she just refuses to hear me out.

i dont know which. i just dont want to feel angry anymore. especially at her but i cant help it. its sad, even if this family has fucked me up in not just one way, i just dont want to be a dick to her anymore, im tired of being angry but it seems we are either incompatible or she just doesnt want or cant see how my perspective makes things harder, so if she doesnt understand at all then we cant get along.

bc i want to get along i just dont understand her either. i dont understand how one person could be so ignorant to so many things or thought processes or not want to understand people, because ive had to adapt constantly... but it seems if she had to do the same she probably wouldnt be like this today. i had to open myself up and force myself to grow in order to survive but im stuck living with someone who doesnt even understand that mindset.

i just dont get it.

[theskyexists]

Found out the curse of chalion has a sequel!!! Very well-written of course.

Romances in it always a bit questionable I thought. Very much so. Based in basically nothing and also huge age gap. And now again though less pronounced and the writer makes the girl lose the race just to infuriate the guy because he didn't actually win that way. Why not JUST LET HER WIN. Why not make it clean why do these dynamics have to be fraught and shit. I know the society is sexist but my god.

I guess winning wouldn't have hammered home that he was being a stupid ass. But damn. If this writer pairs Liss off with Ferda OR Foix though Foix might be better, I will certainly have to idk. Be mad about it

Why should Ferda fetch Liss when she's been given LEAVE

But anyway, the god talk is much heavier and less subtle but still such a pleasing system that I like it.

Loving how cynical and bitter Ista is about the gods. And they sure deserve it!

WOW!!! THE ACTION HIT AND IT WAS GREAT!!!!

Now THIS romance is looking better.

DY LUTEZ!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!

Does suck that the best characters, Liss, Dy Cabon and even Foist are split off from the pov

NOOOOOO HES MARRIED

Well... The bastard seems weirdly sexually harrassy

WHEN!!!! ARE WE GETTING A LESBIAN UP IN HERE!!!!

Ista is VERY taken with Liss. More taken with her than anyone ever - she enjoys her spirit her body her wits her energy and even her voice. When she hates everybody else or is indifferent to them lol. But I guess she just gotta find the man who makes her laugh -_-

Truly we got the Bastard but zero lesbians.

Is she really gonna get her romance with Illvin...

Yeah... The brothers trade life-time...ah Catti can manipulate Arhyns body this way...

So Illvin. Some random dude in bed is gonna be the man who makes her laugh cos he's smart and makes jokes.

Yep I knew it. Arhys took the dagger and Catti transferred the wound to Illvin. Does Arhys know though. Probably not.

Damn what is Ista thinking. Clearly Illvin is talking about sorcery. The woman had a demon and attempted to rape Arhys then marry him with magic - but Illvin prevented it. Then somehow the knife got into Arhys

The narrative seems to scoff at Catti for her grief - as something childish. Illvin nor Arhys cries. As though losing your most beloved brother is nothing. Maybe in a world where the afterlife is proven beyond doubt it really is almost nothing...

Glad Ista continues to rightfully criticise the fucking gods

Foix really is a fool for using his magic and quadruple the fool to not consider it a terrible fucking violation to meddle with Liss's mind for his own sexual benefit. God fucking damn. Why the fuck does he need to be told this. He was supposed to be smart

Once again, Ista and every other character spits on Catti for her grief. They don't see her strength of will and willingness to go to the very ends for Arhys or her emotion as anything but an annoyance and unwise. Even Ista who recognises it as her own, is repulsed by it. The narrative never considers whether Catti might indeed be brave and deeply human for doing everything in her power to keep the man she loves alive.

I would. Has the author ever felt real grief - to present it with such disdain ?

They don't even bind her wound.

This is less well-written than the first book. Not because of the attitude towards grief but because of the languid pace

When is Ista going to realise any kind of fucking power to stand up against these damn sorcerers. If they can snap bowstrings, start fires etc. Then they can bring down the fortress no problem

If all your shit starts breaking and rotting and rusting and becoming sick you're pretty much done for in a siege

Everybody is dying before anyone even started fighting in ONE DAY

So I guess author needed Ista to be depressed for Illvin to shoot his shot. But damn. Why is he the one to be like: hey maybe your sight could be USEFUL. She made a point of it herself that Arhys could not be touched by magic. There's so much repetition in this also, as though the reader cannot be trusted, though the dialogue is pleasant.

What. Ista didn't even give Catti any time to reconsider. What the fuck. I HATE how the main character and the author treat her. Give her a choice but not the patience to parse it, to work through her grief, to grab on to the very last thing she can. FUCK these people. FUCK ista and fuck the author. She really HASNT experienced grief the way Catti has. Bitch

I don't like it as much : how the gods work through Ista as they did through Cazaril. Because Cazaril was unaware and he chose wholly by himself it seemed..while Ista is poked and prodded and gifted all the time. Here she simply meets a god who gives her a gift and all is solved.

How can she intimidate demons so much when she doesn't seem to be able to make any good on her threats.

In a world where dying is coming home to your benevolent parents - it would indeed be silly to fight so enormously in the face of death as Catti does. She didn't even let her say goodbye. Only because she couldn't instantly switch tracks. What a fucking bitch. The kid is only in her early twenties

But now they haven't even tied her up even though she's a goddamn sorcerer

In a way, this sure seems a kinder way of doing war...

Ah yes the ligature and ability to direct life energy.

Kind of annoyed and sad that the Bastard is such a fucking perv

She's like: Liss you shouldn't come bc your soul will get eaten. But let's Illvin come...

Again, a bit sad that Ista"s main opponents are relentlessly other women who she disdains for one or other reason. Wouldn't be a problem of course if there were so many others whom she might respect

I understand Arhys wanted a good death in battle but dude...if they'd NOT attacked the sorcerers and instead had Ista take Joens demon and its tied demons then the sorcerers might have all lived. I guess Ista needed her soul dilated first by the Father of Winter or something. Before she could ... Eat souls? Why would that be?

Creepy how the Bastard implies the gods drink human souls.

Somehow she perfectly saved Catti's soul but not these.

???? She leaves Foix's demon?????

Ista somewhere along the way went from: I FUCKING HATE THE GODS AND I CANT EVEN ESCAPE THEM IN DEATH. To : to become a ghost and disappear is awful - never considering it for herself. And wanting the Bastards heaven.

FOIX actually achieved demon balance??? So that's fucking possible??? By not plundering its power or getting eaten? So all along it was possible for the demon to exist in the world without it eating a soul dead?

So only the men fell sick? And the women could do archery all along?

There's also how sordso the sot is made fun of for his poetry ...would be good if they could convert the whole of Jokona to the Quintarian model. The extreme gender roles in this do sit a little URGK with me especially because they are almost cosmologically prescribed.

Guess my god would be the Bastard, because I couldn't even BE a dedicat of the Daughter - as thats for ...men. lol. At least the warriors. Don't know what other dedicats are out there.

There's a pronunciation guide. I never really have trouble with pronunciation I always feel like Dutch makes fantasy pronunciation and also approximations of Japanese pronunciation very easy and intuitive.

Fascinating really that their solution for stopping the war is now to continue the war and defeat the Roknari. Why not aim for another marriage... It's the same argument Hero made - that only Empire can bring peace. But that is such fucking bullshit...but maybe peace is a lie.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

#THIS!!!!!!!!!! THISTHISTHISTHIS#THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!!!!!!!!#ABOUT THE CONTINUAL FANDOMIFICATION OF MIRANDA AND THE BLAMING HER AND LEGITIMATELY HATING HER#and how it does NOT get better in roadtrip either and how this ENTIRELY undoes the whole POINT of pheel's ending#of wanting to have their cake and eat it too#of saying the merkingdom is corrupt and evil and that theres legitimate ideology in wanting to assassinate miranda#but then fucking. no nope its all miranda's fault#shes just being selfish and stupid on her and its No One Elses Fault In The Slightest#i just#i fell in love with miranda so hard when the game came out#and i swear everything since then has been trying to make me hate her#i hate it. i hate this so much. i hate everything they do with miranda and wish it would Stop#and then the stupid fucking arranged marriage plot in roadtrip just. adds even more insult to injury#haha look at miranda look at how stupid and flat she is wanting to fulfill all the stereotypical princess roles and#being a genocidal monarch!!! lets have everyone else try to force her into something shes not#and then make a stupid love triangle about her being forced to marry damien or dahlia#because this is absolutely what she needs yeah sure. our chosen favorites then forcing her into a relationship#im just#im so angry about this#hell ive been angry about this for years#just. just deeply angry.#especially because i love miranda so much shes legitimately one of my favorite characters of all time#i dont call myself the CEO of miranda for nothing#and yet. and yet.#aughghghghghhhh#but this is why i have the redesign verse#and a bellanda who i dont Utterly Hate The Character Of#(mostly because i figured out her Everything before this ending was even released lmfao)#yeah this is also largely my issues with adrien too#just

(Tags by @rxttenfish )

Thanks for these tags, these validated my feelings so much TToTT Good to know that Roadtrip does this shit too, I’ll have to reconsider getting it if it only infuriates me further. Miranda doesn’t deserve to be everyone’s tool and to be forced to be whatever they want her to be, even if it’s #progressive unlike her “silly dreams of a magical fairytale love” :(

This isn’t like the usual posts I make but, I played through Monster Prom Second Term’s True Calling ending, and what the fuck!!?? TToTT I’ve read before that the reason for the True Calling ending is to expand upon Miranda’s character, but why like this?? Why make fun of their own writing and ignore all they’ve already worked up to? :(

Miranda is heavily reliant on her servants and refuses pretty much all work, that much is obvious. She has her serfs do everything for her while she does whatever she ever desires on a whim, lost and aimless and without a clear purpose, but… wasn’t it always implied that she’s that way for a reason? That reason being her father spoiling her with gifts and money and royal privileges. Her parents already conditioned her to see torture, murder and genocide as normal things! I always figured that her talking about true love and romance and romanticising not-so-good-or-healthy fairytale tropes was a part of that, that her parents more or less raised her to be the perfect little princess whose only purpose is to be married off to a prince of another kingdom to strengthen ties or as a peace offering or something (or for political reasons overall? It is strange that a princess would find herself in a high school of a foreign land, hmm…). That would explain why she really has no aspirations, besides love! She was raised to be that way and she didn’t just decide to be selfish one day.

So, how come the game comes out of left field and has Miranda’s own sister yell at her for being selfish and vague??? Suddenly it’s her own fault that she's spoiled with serfs who’ll do whatever she says? Hello, who gave her those serfs???? Yeah, maybe her sisters are crown heiresses or high priestesses but clearly they were taught those roles! Those were roles that already existed, waiting to be filled! And now Miranda suddenly is the only one who needs to figure out what to be all alone?

Worst of all I can’t believe they’d insult their own writing and literally call Miranda flat :( I know that’s the fandom perception of her but this is your own damn game!! You know how you wrote her! Did you not keep track of all you wrote!? Maybe Miranda’s twist (“sweet mermaid princess is murderous”) is open and out for all to see but that hardly makes her flat. She loves tradition and finds it very important, she’s super into silverware and napkin-folding, she loves singing and water sports (water polo and gymnastics to name two) and fairy tales and stories and she dreams of romance and even though her family’s immoral and murderous ways have been hammered into her so hard she doesn’t know it’s not normal to torture and kill serfs, she’s still kind and worries for people and their well-being, even if they’re commoners! She’s not very “bright” in many things but in the Revenge ending we see her formulate and execute a blackmail plot without any serfs at all, which does require intelligence. Dare I say, just like how everyone has a twist in their personality, another twist of Miranda’s is that she can be cunning when she needs to be? I just can’t believe that they’d go and agree with the people saying that Miranda is flat and make a WHOLE SECRET ENDING TALKING ABOUT HOW FLAT MIRANDA IS instead of… I don’t fucking know. Making a route where they feel they’re actually giving her more depth? They’re just lampshading the issue! They’re talking about how they made Miranda into a flat character and how sad and awful that is instead of doing anything about it.

And they could’ve explored so much too. A character lacking direction in life is already a really interesting thing to explore. They could’ve surely done something with her basically being a tool for her family and kingdom! Alas… Maybe it’s silly to get so worked up about a video game but I don’t know. The game made me feel things. I love Monster Prom but sometimes it is a love-hate relationship :/

[libby250]

Transformers Rewatch:

(Long rant incoming)

It’s been a while but rewatching these movies (at least the first three) has reminded me how of much I HATE Sam Witwicky.

He was a whiny little bitch and arrogant and he SCREAMED SO MUCH. Yes, I know, you’ve been in the middle of robot battles while on the highway, but once the Deceptions are gone you can STOP SCREAMING!

He also treated Bumblebee like shit and took him for granted. In the beginning of the second film, he wanted Bee’s help to destroy the kitchen Deceptions he accidentally created, and after Bumblebee did, Sam started yelling at him and blaming him! (CHARLIE WOULD NEVER!!)

And when Optimus Prime came to ask for Sam’s help, he was all “No, I just want to be normal. Fuck you and your MUCH BIGGER problems. I’m not going to talk to the leaders of my species so you can stay on earth, the ONLY HOME YOU CURRENTLY HAVE IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!”

Mikaela was a more interesting character and should have been the main character. Megan Fox was a great actress in these movies and she didn’t deserve all the shit she was put through. (Also she didn’t scream nearly as much as Sam did even though they had almost the same amount of screen time in the first two movies and when she did it didn’t irritate me or make me want to punch her in the face.)

Her character had so much wasted potential. She loved cars and worked in a male dominated industry. This could have been the perfect movie of a woman saving the world and becoming the hero despite constantly being undermined by everyone around her and used for her looks. This would have a great message for little girls. The storyline would have also worked perfectly with her backstory.

Her dad stole cars and sometimes had to take her along (this is way more interesting than a boy getting his first car). One day they steal a yellow camaro (bumblebee) from someplace (a junkyard or car lot) and Bumblebee lets them because Mikaela’s grandpa found Megatron in the ice (same story with Sam’s grandpa, but different family name and it’s Mikaela’s grandpa instead of Sam’s. Sam isn’t even in this version of the movie). The film continues like normal with her meeting the Autobots and trying to find her grandpa’s glasses at her house and being taken by Sector 7 blah blah blah.

Or make Sam a woman. We need more female led/dominated movies! I saw a fanfic where Sam was a woman (who still has a crush on Mikaela, which Yay! We need more gay action movies too). But this idea probably wouldn’t work knowing how Michael Bay writes and treats his female characters and actresses. >:(

Long rant short, Sam was a horrible character, Bumblebee deserved better, Mikaela deserved better and the main role.

Also, Charlie in the bumblebee movie was 18 in the 80’s. A fun plot point could be that Charlie is Mikaela’s mom. If Mikaela was 18-19 in 2007, that means that she was born 1988-89, making Charlie somewhere in her early twenties when Mikaela was born and around her mid forties in the first Transformers movie. I don’t think this would work though with how the Bumblebee movie ended.

AND ANOTHER THING!!

That stupid fucking agent that was all condescending to Optimus Prime EVEN AFTER HE WAS DEAD in Revenge Of The Fallen infuriates me!!!

Yes, I know he was supposed to be that way to make us hate him and give a way for Megatron to come back blah blah blah.

But seriously!! You’re a national security agent with a high enough position to even be in the same room as the Autobots and you’re talking about things that are dangerous.

It doesn’t matter if you’re in a top secret base that probably has top notch internet security because you don’t know what the Decepticons are capable of. He already mentioned that the Autobots have greater advancement in weaponry but he doesn’t know what the Decepticons have a greater advancement of. Which means you don’t go into unnecessary detail about things of great national security because you don’t know if the enemy has greater advancement of things you don’t even know about. Which means you should always think that the enemy is listening in. He’s a national agent so he should already know this.

He’s the reason that Megatron came back and that Optimus died and that reason the sun was almost stolen.

That was the point but I feel like they could have figured out a better way of doing it. It just seems like lazy writing.

[bunkerbucky]

Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve. 

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

[madeyoumyvillain]

Desi woman here.

I don't know if I want to talk about this or not because brown women are so used to being silenced in activist and supposedly "supportive" spaces but I realise that if I don't speak up rn,this might continue. It's just my opinion and I don't know how to talk about all this without coming off as stupid. But I've had enough.

A white woman being a stunt double for a brown woman is something I can live with. But what hurt me the most is painting that white woman brown. As a brown woman,I've always been told "if only you were lighter in skintone" "you were so much fairer when you were a kid,what happened" and it really hurt me as a child, made me believe in the notion that fair=beautiful. My younger sister,who's only 13,went through the same version of this in a much worse way because she's darker than the rest of us. People always told her she wasn't as pretty because she was darker but mind you,she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And the smartest in her entire grade. I love her and she loves herself,which was a struggle on her part because the same notion took over her mind too. The fact that there are so many South Asian people they could've chosen from rather than brown-facing is so fucking infuriating.

It's so disappointing how brown and black people are treated unfairly because of the colour of their skin,endure years of self loathe and judgement and unfair treatment because of the stereotypes attached to us based on SOLELY our skin. But what's much worse is seeing the same white people who we are taught are better than us,more beautiful than us because they're white, paint themselves in shades of brown and black and no one bats a fucking eyelash. The thing we are shamed for is just paint to them,it will get off their skin. But we would continue to be given side eyes or treated differently because of how dark or light we are.

I remember tearing up just looking at Amita and Sujaya because brown representation in mainstream media is rare and when present,it takes up only after the stereotypes attached to us. Especially in fantasy,you don't find any brown representation at all. So seeing Inej and Zoya made me happier than you think. So if the show is cancelled,I don't know how long it will take for me to see two brown women in iconic and important roles in a fantasy series.

Amita trained so hard for Inej,the fact that she had to see this happen is so disheartening. I can make a list of South Asian stunt coordinators and doubles and the fact that there would be enough of them for the production crew to choose from rather than turning a white woman brown is mind boggling. I'm sorry for every South Asian person who applied for the job. Inej is SO important to every brown girl,to me,to everyone who wants to be badass and still have more heart than everyone combined. She's our hero and she deserves better. Amita,desi women and POC deserve better than this.

I love the show and cancelling it won't solve anything, holding the right people accountable would be the best thing to do. Shadow and Bone deserves a better production crew. Cancelling the show would be avoiding the root problem. It's been noticed from the start how Leigh and Eric have been trying to score woke points for the cast being so diverse and then pull shit like this shows how much they respect desis in the first place. We should be included because we EXIST. Showing people who already exist is the bare fucking minimum and if you're not portraying them as they are in mainstream media or think portraying them is very brave of you then you are in fact a part of the problem. They casted my girl and said "that's enough brown representation for today ❤️" and I really hate them for it.

It's not diversity if the writers room is white. It's not diversity if the stunt crew is white. It's not diversity if the production and management crew is white. If your diversity and inclusion is only limited to the screen, then it's performative.

Netflix,do better. You're not an ally if you keep on making these mistakes and then apologizing again and again. That's manipulation. We expect better. We deserve better.

[cursivebloodlines]

The more that time went on, the more Zoe became burdened with the weight of a horrible fact: she had made a terrible mistake. Things had escalated so far now, she couldn't just halt in her tracks and admit she was wrong. The things she had said to him...the pain engraved in his face whenever she spoke... the damage had already been done and the more she knew she was losing him. She was too stubborn to admit she was wrong, not wanting to show herself up after all was said and done. It was too late to recognise where she went wrong and it was probably too late to apologise for this whole predicament. It wouldn't feel sincere. Not after the way she had gotten so twisted and infuriated by something so menial. Something so stupid in the long run. To apologise now and swiftly move on, sweep it under a rug would feel pathetic. It was too late; she had to own it. What was she supposed to say? 'Haha. Sike?' No, she couldn't. Couldn't bear to humiliate herself again... she'd already done it enough that night. She knew how stupid she sounded when Eric repeated her words aloud like he was trying to make it make sense to himself. Zoe couldn't look at him, her gaze still downcast to the scuffs of her shoes. "Yes," she replied monotonously, not elaborating much further on that. Because in reality, she didn't know what else to say. She'd already said enough, hadn't she? A rueful smile taunted her lips; finally, they could agree on something. For the first time since their argument, or whatever it was. It had taken so long. Too long.

Zoe knew there were parts of her she never wanted Eric to see. He had given her everything, every part of him, nothing missing. And she so badly wanted to do the same. Like he had when he told her about his family and she so nearly lost him because for a moment he thought trying to convince her to leave would be better. If only she had listened to him instead of being too obstinate. It would have been easier for her if she went then. Instead of holding on to him for dear life and promising she would stay, that nothing he said could deter her away from him. That he couldn't get rid of her so easily. When she was on the verge of leaving anyway. Running when the going got tough was all she'd ever known. This was the longest she had tried to make it work, had tried to stay. But how could she continue to stay knowing she was drowning? Consumed by an ocean's worth of insurmountable love for the man - the love of her life - and yet a lifetime of deeply rooted hatred for herself? There was no balance. The scales had tipped and now look at the chaos she was about to leave. It would have been kinder to walk away from him sooner. Or to have never even returned. He would have been better off without her chaos. Zoe thought she had it under control, to be able to love him completely and have her own feelings about herself shoved aside.

But the more he'd clung to her, the more she realised she couldn't have it both ways. Would it have changed anything, if she told him about her life, her past, her upbringing? She had always been vague with him. Alluded to things like never having anyone, having always taken care of herself... god. She'd even told him her fucking parents were dead so she didn't have to speak of them. Even though they were very much alive. Not that she cared enough to know how they were doing, because it would only mean they'd try and reel her back in, continue to take and take and take from her. They'd already taken enough from her. Eric deserved someone who could love him completely, someone who can tell him all about the skeletons in their closet. Not someone like Zoe, who had her walls up so high that he could barely knock down a brick. And every time he was about to break through to her, they would go straight back up. The truth was, she didn't even know why. It was instinct. Survival tactics. A bad habit. One she could never break.

The firm 'no' that came from his mouth had rendered her confused. Her brows knitted, lines sewn into her forehead. But hadn't he just said they ought to rethink their relationship? "But you literally just said -" Zoe sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. Then decided against it with yet another sigh. It wasn't worth it. They could just go round and round in circles and still never come up to a feasible conclusion, one they could agree on. And she was exhausted of...everything. The arguing. The running around in circles. All of it was too much. She just wanted to vanish into thin air. Maybe sleep for a few hundred years. If only. "Forget it." The first time she did not fight back. How he sounded so certain of his statements though. Never wavering. Even if he was lowkey contradicting himself in her mind - then again, she shouldn't really talk because she's done the same plenty of times. This may have been one of the first times in a long time that he didn't instantly pull her in once the tears built up. It felt like roles had been reversed; she was the one getting emotional and he... not a single tear in sight. Zoe wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Or maybe a sign that she had hit the final nails in the coffin of their relationship after all. Zoe hugged her arms around herself like it would provide her with the same comfort he would've given her any other time. It didn't.

But then he opened his mouth and it cut through her like a knife. I can change. I'll do better. Her entire body felt like a fresh, open wound. Carved open, raw, and bloody. Gaping. Zoe chewed on her lip as though it would stop the tears from spilling, but it was useless. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks and helplessly, she shook her head at him. "You shouldn't have to change...You don't need to change anything... You shouldn't have to i-" she choked out, hating her vulnerable she sounded. No matter how many times she would attempt to get out what she wanted to say, it wouldn't make a difference. Words weren't enough. She didn't deserve to be vulnerable or upset. This was all on her. She had no right to be upset at the outcome. Her head was spinning; if it wasn't for her back that had been pressed against the door to stop him from leaving, she was sure she'd have toppled over by now. Every little movement, every word spoken, every time she looked at Eric and looked away, it tore a piece of her more and more. She physically ached. Everything hurt. Hearing him echo her words had her averting her gaze again, looking down at the floor in shame. I don't want this to destroy you. He still didn't quite get it, did he? "It's not...the problem is, I was already destroyed before you and I ever even met." The words were quiet yet still honest. What difference would it make? They were already on the cusp of destroying everything they ever had. Her hands covered her face, wiping the tears that would not stop falling. Her body felt like the weight of lead, ready to drop at any moment. "The problem is I was already ruined before we started anything, before we... And... I thought I could be normal. Or that I could learn to be. But it was a fantasy. And as much as I love you, I can't bear to ruin you more than I already have. More than I've already ruined myself." She smiled sadly at him, her thumb reaching up to stroke his cheek tenderly like she was handling a fragile antique. "I don't want to lose you either. But I...I don't want you to end up like me." Zoe could only hope he would understand that. How much it was physically paining her to say all of this, to let him go...

But then he changed within an instant and she let her hand fall back down to her side again. Anguish turned into...anger? Resentment? She tried to step back but forgot she was right next to the door. This was how it must feel like to talk to Zoe. This must have been how he felt right when they were joking one minute and arguing the next. The adjustment on his part wasn't as drastic though. And she was exhausted beyond repair, her instincts to fight back disintegrated, evaporated into thin air. Defeated. "For both of us," she clarified quietly, though she struggled to get the words out so much she wasn't even sure he heard her. Now he was rubbing it in. Now he was doing the very thing she'd accused him of in the first place. But it wasn't a misunderstanding this time. It was very much real. Her blood ran cold. "It's not fair. You're right." What else was she supposed to say? A feeble shrug rolled from her shoulders. Everything changed within seconds, she was dizzy with whiplash. One minute he was begging her to let him change, the next minute he was fuming - and understandably so - and then the next, he was...surrendering? Zoe saw the look on his face. He finally had enough, hadn't he? All she wanted was to have space... to have room to breathe. To not feel like she was suffocating under the weight of trying to be everything he needed. To be independent for five minutes. The words came all out wrong. She'd done this so, so wrong. The last thing she wanted was to lose him completely...maybe for them to take a break. Or for her to just...exist by herself for however long she needed. but this? This felt a lot like goodbye. Instinctively, she leaned into his touch, letting her eyes shut, committing everything to memory, as it may be the last time. As soon as he retreated, she found herself moving forward, her fingers tugging at his sleeve, pulling him back. "Eric, I'm -" Was it selfish, to hold him back again, when she was just speaking of letting him go? She knew too much was done, too much said... too much hurt exchanged. And yet...she just wanted to be close to him once more. In case it was the last time. "I'm sorry." Sorry for what? Ruining them? Or sorry for potentially making the situation more complicated and confusing with what she was about to do next? Zoe was being selfish at this point. Wasn't thinking straight. Her head was in 500 different places and she just... needed this moment, needed him in case it was the last. She was already losing him - her own fault, but still he was her everything...She had nothing else to lose. It wasn't like she could switch her feelings for him off just like that. "I'm sorry," she muttered again before moving forwards, one hand cupping the back of his neck as she urged herself closer, pressing her lips against his, pouring all of her love for him in this one kiss. She was selfish and knew this wasn't alleviating problems. He'd literally just given her an out. She could go. Should go. After everything... but there Zoe was, reeling him in again, pulling him closer.

When did things go so wrong? Things had escalated so quickly, gotten out of hand to a point that Eric still didn't fully understand. Why couldn't they be like a normal couple and just talk peacefully? Was it too much to ask for? There had to be a better way than destroying everything they built each time they disagreed on something. "You want me to do nothing?" He asked incredulously. Everything she wanted of him contradicted every part of him, contradicted his behavior as a boyfriend. None of that felt right. "I-" this wasn't making sense to him. He wondered if she was just throwing things at him for the sake of arguing, because how did she not understand that she was lifting his mood? That she was the reason for his change in demeanor, surely anyone could read that. "We can agree on that at least, no one is perfect." If only he had learned that lesson.

There seemed to be no end to this, each response presenting a new turn to take. Were his initial thoughts right? That he should keep this life from her, that it’d be too much strain on their relationship. He had convinced himself that their love was strong enough to conquer anything. He probably should've listened to that initial instinct. It may have saved them some trouble, kept their relationship afloat. Eric was too hopeful, hoping that they'd overcome this. He remained quiet, even when she insulted his damn joke once more. Driving the point home. Eric just couldn't continue arguing with her about that, he was too tired. And Zoe just didn't seem to give it up, she wouldn't change her mind regardless of what he said. Would she?

She didn't know. What was he supposed to do with that? So, there was an 'after' him. Is that what this is all about? Zoe rethinking their relationship again. It was too much to bear. Eric wanted to believe that he could do it, keep up with her changes of opinion, and always be there when she decided to come back. But, his heart was bruised and beaten. He wasn't sure how many rounds he had left in him. His head shook slowly, refusing to accept what Zoe said, but afraid to speak. Surely, his voice would betray him. Very late, he could agree there. Things had already been said that had knocked the air out of him, thrown him off balance. Her bitter laugh made his heart ache, but he did hear a difference. It was weaker, maybe she was just as tired as him.

Eric was looking up at the ceiling, focusing on the cracked paint and imperfections, rather than look at her. He couldn't do it. Her brown eyes were breaking his heart every minute that passed. Still, Eric felt her gaze on her and he couldn't resist meeting her eyes. Maybe learning something else, something beyond what her words communicated. "No. I have never wavered on this." His words coming out certain, no stuttering or second guessing. If there was one thing he was sure of, was his love for her. A frustrated sigh came from his lips, why were his words getting lost in the wind this way? He didn't know how else to explain that all he meant was that he cared and that if she didn't want him to care, they needed to rethink it. Because his job as a boyfriend was to care. But it was for the sake of making the point, Eric never meant to actually reconsider their relationship. The more he thought about it, the more Eric considered whether she was using this argument as an excuse to run. The perfect excuse to drive this relationship to the ground. Zoe just listening to what was convenient. The tears in her eyes brought anguish to his heart, the kind that swelled up in his chest, and could bring him to tears of his own. However, he was surprised to find his eyes dry. Not a tear in sight. He had cried too much lately, given too much time to his sadness. He couldn't even comfort her, afraid she'd give him shit again. Reminding him she wasn't a damsel in distress. It made him feel powerless once again. Eric never thought Zoe would be responsible for that feeling. He held his head between her hands, trying to keep the incoming headache at bay. As if that would help with anything.

She did? One glance at her, and Eric knew - yes, she was telling him the truth. Perhaps, that's the most sane part of their conversation. He didn't say anything, letting his hands fall from his head, and instead crossing his arms over his chest. Fatigue was setting in. He allowed himself to listen, her confession soothing and breaking him further at the same time. Right now, perhaps for the first time tonight, he understood what she had been trying to say. What she was desperately communicating. And then, he felt like an asshole. He had done to her, what had once been done to him. In an attempt to protect her, keep her safe, Eric had become an overbearing prick. "I..." His mouth was dry, words suddenly failing him. It felt futile to say he loved her too. The more he loved her, the more she hated herself? "Zoe...you-I..that's something that got away from me. I got too caught up in keeping you safe, that is on me. But I can fix that! I can change, we can figure something out." And there it was, bargaining. Somehow, without realizing, Eric was going through the five stages of grief. "I'll do better! But, you say you hate yourself the more I love you..and I do love you. More each day. Where does that leave us? I don't want to lose you, but I don't want this to destroy you." Eric wanted to be selfish, continue bargaining with her. Could he convince her to stay? "You want to go?" How did she keep him from leaving earlier but now she wanted to go? His understanding of this situation quickly unraveling. "Better for who? For you?" The five stages of grief were coming in out of order, anger flashing through him. "So, I couldn't leave earlier to clear my head and avoid saying something hurtful to you," evidenced by her blocking the door with her body. "But you can do it to me twice? You can leave me twice. How is that fair?" It was just a flash of anger, his emotions currently in a tsunami he had not experienced in a long time. Anger one moment, bargaining the next, acceptance (or defeat) finally hitting him. "Honestly, I don't want you to leave, but I won't keep you confined anymore. You said it yourself, you're not a damsel in distress. You don't need me. If that's what you want, just be safe." He mumbled, his hand resting on her cheek for a moment, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Eric didn't know what else to say, choosing to walk away before he went back on his word.