#it's fucked up what they be doing to yall

[tou-dai]

There are people who keep doing fucked up things

Like rape, abuse, being a nazi etc

If you want them to live among people "like normal", I totally respect that

I think everyone should be safe, healthy, and free

I don't remember what quote it was tho. Something like, "your freedom ends where mine begins"?

I've had 8 concussions so you'll have to excuse me (one of them being from my abusive ex wife, a relationship in which i was .. damn. Only a victim of a crime/series of crimes)

Anyway

Point is i think people saying "separate these people from us in a humane a way as possible" is very reasonable

Considering some of these people do not want to be reformed

I think anyone who is compassionate and considerate of the consequences -- one way or another -- would much rather these people (no matter their demographic) be treated kindly

To be given what they need

But also: do not allow them to hurt others!!!

This is harm reduction!

I think the issue people have

Why they clutch their pearls

Is because we've all done fucked up things

Perhaps for extended periods, knowing, being in our emotions or whatever

Maybe just being ignorant and/or unwell

So we don't want to be exiled or put in jail!

And no one should have their safety, health, and freedom fucked with!!!

But now what?? It's 2025 and you have some of the worst human beings to have existed to be at the helm

Why?

Not only that: but there are people who support and relate to them, no matter what evil shit they do!!

Yall

We need to have a truly real conversation about our acceptance of intolerance and fucked up behavior in various forms

And where we draw the line

Because humanity is going to keep having this happen until we do

Edit bc I think this needs to be said, too:

There are people who want to abuse and people who want to be abused

Just like that old song (which i love ngl)

And i think everyone has a place or inherent worth

It's just our world is not designed to bring the best out of people or nurture them well

But people are also disingenuous about stuff -- they lie to themselves and others about things

Like how good or bad they are. Whether there is such a thing. Where the bar is. When it's appropriate to talk about it etc

Like many many people would say Elon/Trump need to just die

But there are many others who support them and fascism

Exactly what do you propose we do with such people?

With their votes?

How can we help them?

There are disabled minorities, like myself, who are seen as degenerates or useless

But we have many talents and ideas which are amazing

We are not afforded the opportunity to be who and what we are

Yet these assholes are at the helm

What to make of this?

We are fighting.

Who is fighting and how hard? Doesn't that depend on circumstances and constitution?

If you gave me 1 million dollars, I'd keep 100k and give the rest away.

How many could say that?

But people would judge those like me, who have destroyed themselves, body mind and soul

Just to survive

Or to be seen as human

..

I guess we'll have to see how this goes

venmo: @torchport

cashapp: $onepeaceman

"so youre saying we should just allow rapists and abusers to remain in society?" where else would they go ⁉️😭🙏 so confused can you show me this place outside of society

[spicynova]

a/n: upon request, here’s part 2 for this post! :3 so glad yall enjoyed the first, hope yall like this one! ( yup, same dazed korea soobin photoshoot lol )

pairing: college nerdy!soobin x college fem!reader.

warnings: mdni. nsfw. 2.6k words of pure smut lol, switch soft-dom soobin! ( & switch reader ), riding on the couch, detailed descriptions of body parts (?), kinda really messy, studying/quizzing as dirty talk lolll, praise kink, big dick soobin, size kink, mentions of anatomy terms, soobin calls reader many pet names ( baby, kit, lovey, love, etc.. ), mentions of mating cycles (?), eating candies during sex, unprotected sex ( wrap it uppp! ), creampies, not proofread lolll, etccc…

… ꨄ

right when the hour reached the clock, you’re slamming your books shut and springing up from your chair. the way you walked was as if you were on a mission and it really is that way. the last five minutes of your study session wasn’t even put into actually retaining the words on the paper you stared at, your mind just as jittery as your body while you counted down the minutes — the seconds.

your thighs clenched together, not thinking about muscles unless they were soobin’s, thinking of the way you’re about to jump his bones — not the ones pictured on the boring book in front of you. you heard his occasional laughter, probably mindlessly watching that anime he so loves and all you want to do is say fuck it and go to him. but finally, the little arm of the clock reached the spot you’ve been waiting for and you’re already on the way to your man.

with every deep breath, you lightly pad across the entire house, turning the corner into the open spaced house and finally reaching where you heard his familiarly low humming chuckle. you don’t even give him time because you waited long enough. he looks the same as you left him, even more sunken into the couch from how comfortable he’s gotten.

arms crossed, legs spread and hanging.

and once his eyes land on yours, he can just tell.

“i want my reward now.” your voice was soft, but assertive as you pace towards him with such a hurry. he doesn’t move for a second and decides to just stare at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, tired eyes full of a sort of gaze. as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly you want, if you mean it, if he should give it to you in another way. challenging, mischievous, darkened with a swirling lust.

you don’t know when he got up to get a lollipop from your junk food stash, but it’s there, the stick poking out from the corner of his heart shaped lips.

you just stare back…

until you motion for him to continue with your chin. you only move when he finally does after what seems to be the longest staring contest, his hands uncrossing to unbutton his khaki pants just as yours slip underneath the waist band of your lacy shorts and panties.

the tension was palpable between your eye contact.

all you can hear was the main protagonist of his favorite anime yelling and the sound of ruffling clothes as you both shuffle around to slip off your bottoms. you’re such in a hurry that you even help him shimmy off his own after kicking away your panties, hands pulling both his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs until his semi-hard cock sprung free, slapping against his lower navel — right underneath the hem of his university hoodie. he watches quietly as you get situated, audibly suckling on the sweet treat still melting in his mouth as you climb over him on the couch. his hands find their comfort spot on your waist, guiding you to sit over his cock as he breathes out a soft sigh.

now this feels so right.

you don’t waste any more time, it’s been a long hour. he can practically feel the wetness that accumulated over that small time, sliding against the underside of his cock everytime you rock your hips over him. he knows that hour was just torture for you; since you knew he was waiting for you all this time. he gazes at the erotic sight of you raising your hips to press his tip against your drooling entrance, eyelashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks as he huffs out a dreamy sigh through his nose when you finally sink down onto his thick length.

it felt so great; so amazing as your hands slide up his warm abdomen and underneath his white t-shirt, riding the fabric higher as he bottoms out completely into your clenching walls. the grip he had on your waist was everything you needed and it just felt so right. finally.

you don’t give yourself time to adjust, wanting your reward immediately as you roll your hips and feel him nudge in all the right place within your warm pussy. words can’t describe how full you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pick up a rhythm. it felt natural, felt so familiar, something that quells your every need. your swollen lips squished against the base of his pelvis as you rut harder, occasionally raising yourself to let gravity pull you back down with an audible smack.

a deep hum rumbles from his chest right against your hands that ride higher onto his pecs, resonating deep within your body as his hands lower to grip the plush of your thigh and hip.

of course, he wouldn’t say no to this and try to change the dynamics. of course, he was gonna let you ride him as a reward. he’ll let you take the reigns all the time if it meant watching you use him like he was nothing but your personal pleasure toy — especially if he was this comfortable and lazy already.

he was trying to assess you earlier but by the assertive tone of your voice, he already knew you would want to take control of everything. and he’s so willing for it. his long fingers spread to engulf more of your skin in his wide palms, gripping around the side of your ass and massaging it as you continue to fuck yourself on him. he does nothing, says nothing but just watch. watching you fall apart everytime you split yourself open with his thickness in silence to hear the way you struggle.

watch as your wetness string in outstretched, clear webs from the base of his cock and between your legs everytime you lift yourself upwards, humming at the squelching sound of your connected sexes everytime you drop back down. watch as his thick cock disappear within your plush mound and slightly bulge underneath the skin of your lower navel everytime he digs deep. watch as your thighs quake underneath his hand from every occasional roll of your jerking hips. you can feel his dick fully harden, soaking in your wetness, stuffing every fat inch inside your sopping cunt.

your fervent nature only increases once your eyes open again to gaze at his features; he seems calm, almost stoic as he continues to watch the mess you create on top of him. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed underneath his messy bangs from concentration, pouty lips pursed around the lollipop stick that he’s forgotten to suck, his cheeks hollowed and jawline shadowed from the light of the tv.

he just takes. lets you give what you want to him.

you follow his gaze, watching the veins running along the back of his hands protrude as his grip tightens around your perspired flesh.

“tell me… what you’ve learned.” you suddenly hear him ask in a muffled hum around the lollipop, and he sounds so gone already. voice absolutely lazy, words drawn out and rolling off his tongue in a languid tone.

he wants to hear, to see if you’ve actually been studying or not, much to your dismay. but you would also know how quick he can turn the tables if you give him the wrong answer— because he’s done it before, stopping you in the middle of a good fuck to make you go back to your room, lock you in and have you study for another hour as punishment.

it’s a blessing and a curse to have such a nerdy boyfriend.

“skeletal muscle.” you sigh out, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as you work harder to find the retained information in your mind and your sweet spot deep in your insides with his cock.

“mmm.. mhm?” continue, your mind supplies from the expectant tone of his words. do good, be good, keep going for soobin.

“functions are…” your words are airy light as your hazy eyes focus on the way your slick bubbles, how it shines the rosy skin of his length. “produce body movement, maintain posture and positions, support tissues…”

you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, breathlessly, because those are the exact muscles you’re straining now to fuck yourself on your boyfriend.

his hand grips your thigh tighter as a reminder. “uh-huh..”

“m-maintains body temperature, stores nutrients..” you huff out, letting your head roll on your neck and rest on your shoulder as your hips gyrate in a clockwise motion. it was all clockwork to you, catching up on the time you’ve missed out on already. you can feel him throbbing deep within your pussy, his hips gently rutting upwards into yours.

“it’s voluntary movement…”

“and?”

“and it’s-they’re striated?” you hum, octave rising as your voice only melts into nothing but a breathless whine.

you could be saying random shit but knowing soobin, he would actually call you out for the wrong answers. he sucks in a breath as he seemingly thinks, trying himself to find the right answer — even though it’s hard when you’re feeling the knot in your lower stomach grow tighter.

his head rolls to the side as his heavy gaze zeroes onto your sticky mess, as if he was checking it out before nodding only once.

“continue.” his tongue pushes the lollipop stick to the other side of his full pout.

“they never contract … unless.. unless- uhmm,” you’re falling prey to the pleasure, straight ecstasy melting into your nerves and liquifying your bones as his tip prods against your sweet spot. a soft moan was all you could puff out next, head hanging forward as his hand suddenly smacks against the thick plush of your ass.

a couple seconds pass by. he loves the sound your insides make when you fuck down on him but he wants to hear your voice, whether it’d be hoarse or not. he grabs at your jiggling skin, helping you out and pushing you back into a rhythm as he hums for you to continue.

“uhm isn’t an answer, kit. unless what?”

“uhh… unless stimulated by a nerve.” the nerves inside you are going haywire for a fact, muscles contracting deep within your core and fitting his cock snuggly as you finish your sentence with a jumbled mess of incoherent words.

“nerve connections that are severed…? the… muscle is paralyzed after.” you ramble in a soft moan, arms trembling as you fight to hold yourself upwards longer.

“good one. and you wanna tell me what is it called when the paralyzed muscle shrinks?” of course he would ask this randomly; he definitely knows about this already and you curse underneath your breath.

“uhhhm..”

“c’mon, lovey..”

“fuck, i dunno, soobin, i think imma come..” you whine pitifully instead, ignoring his lower hum of discontent to focus throwing your ass back onto his hips with each plop. it sounds lewd, your favorite sound.

“answer my question and i’ll let you, you know this.”

“my goddd, soobin-“

“what is it called?” he repeats in a low, shaky tone, sighing softly as he allows you to lose some control. despite it all, it seems like he’s in no mood to bother you with a punishment, his hands locking around your body to keep you closer instead of pulling you up and off of him like usual after any wrong response.

it takes you a while to answer, trying to deflect the sound of wet skin smacking and file through your clouded brain with crumbling focus. your fingers curl into fists against his smooth skin, marking with scratches from your nails along the action as your clenched teeth and trembling lips finally part in a restrained whimper. only then does his gaze finally meets your face, watching your pained expression melt with pure bliss, eyes scrunched tight behind your messy hair and pout quivering.

“d…denervation… atrophy.” it comes out in a warbling whine, breath audible as you gasp. “it’s denervation atrophy.”

he doesn’t reply with anything other than a soft hum, his legs spreading further apart between your quivering thighs.

“there you go,” he coos, letting his hand come down onto your ass again. “go ‘head, use me, make me cum, baby.”

and you do exactly that, rolling your hips with such fever he would think you were actually a sick bunny on the third day of your heat. it’s intense, his heart racing underneath your palms on his chest. it doesn’t take long till his sighs turn into softer whines, his head rolling back to the arm rest of the couch as his pleasure builds over the edge.

again, you’re making up for the time you’ve lost.

“fuuuck me… want me t’ cum inside?”

“gimme.. g-gimme- give it to me,” you gasp, thighs clutching his thighs tighter together as you rut his thick cock impossibly deeper, until he finally lets go.

the feeling of his thick load spurting deep within your walls, white webs trickling down his cock from where he was nudged was almost fulfilling — quite literally. you finally got what you wanted and more as the sensation triggers your own release. crashing waves of endorphins buzz throughout your body, trembling at the sound of his groans and the sensation of your puffy clit grinding against his pelvis from how flushed close you were.

he doesn’t let go of you, hands tight around your thighs and eyes trailing back down to ogle the even stickier mess you both left. you can feel when he pushes your thighs further apart, hear when he outright moans at the sight of his cloudy white cum seeping out from your cunt and ringing around the base of his cock. there was silence other than your audible gasps, your unfocused eyes trail back to his face. you could purr in content upon observing the way he assesses your messy sex. his tongue is red and glistening with saliva, lollipop slightly lolled out from his gaping mouth. he looked great.

and when he suddenly met your gaze, all you could both do was let out breathless giggles and scoffs, his arm raising toward his forehead to rest and somehow cool his sweat with the back of his hand.

it runs down his face, taking the lollipop out his mouth on the trail there as you open your palms back over his chest, planting them gently while arching your body closer into his. you don’t think twice to open your mouth once he offers the sweet treat passed your lips, sucking on it fruitfully with the less amount of strength you have left.

you need the sugar after such intense activity.

“there’s your reward.” he offers in a raspy murmur, peering at you with his familiar, dimpled grin.

… ꨄ

a/n: when you write a fic to remember notes/terms for an anatomy exam, & this is what you get🫡 also, apologies for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language !!! ( nerd soobinnn <3333 tysm for reading!! )

[mxnhoo]

hit the stage! (y. jw)

✎ yang jungwon x reader genre concert, jungwon is in a band, reader is the photographer, jungwon and reader are best friends, reader is a hopeless romantic, kissing, cute as FUCK, the audience are cheerleaders fr, more kissing, not proofread, short cos i have 0 writing momentum warnings none word count 1.4k cly's note hai guys i'm back after almost being killed by assignments! this is like really cringe cos im like suuper rusty, sorry bout dat! hope yall like this one

now playing beautiful life - b.i

Upon a single spotlight lighting up a single spot on the stage, loud cheers erupted as the audience grew more excited for what's about to come. You held your camera, checking the settings and ensuring they were good to go before the whole concert started, and before you knew it, the whole stage lit up, a figure running out from backstage causing the cheers to emerge more violently.

Your eyes shot up instantly, the sight of Yang Jungwon never failing to mesmerise you no matter how many times you've seen him. Without wasting a moment, you held up your camera to your face, adjusting the focus to be perfectly on him.

Your finger pressed down, waiting for a moment to let it properly focus before pressing down on the button, which was followed by a loud shutter sound. As soon as you took the photo, you slowly let down the camera, wanting to see the stage with your own eyes and you could feel your whole world stop.

It was almost like your ears blocked out any sound, and you stood there with your mouth slightly agape, the sound of your heart beating at an accelerated rate being the only thing you could hear. He looked good — no — good was not enough to describe him — he looked godly, ethereal, delicate.

And from the way he made eye contact with you for a few seconds made your head spin, but as the drummer hits the crash symbol lightly, it sent you back to consciousness and you immediately brought the camera back to your face, accidentally hitting your mouth in the process.

You licked the inside of your mouth of the area you accidentally hit while focusing on getting more shots, moving around the stage if necessary and careful not to block others. You were Jungwon's personal photographer, well, technically, because you took photos for the band, and also his best friend. It was always his dream to be able to be in a band, and you were always by his side, supporting him in every way.

When his band was just starting out, they were in need of a publicity team, and you'd offered to help out. And here you were, at their concert, holding a camera just like you'd imagined. But one thing you didn't expect was how your body was reacting to this. Your palms were sweaty, your chest was pumping at a concerning rate, and your mind was filled with so many thoughts — each of them being related to Jungwon in some way.

If you couldn't tell already, you had the biggest.. fattest.. hopeless.. crush on your best friend. And you couldn't do anything but to just suck it up and pray it magically appears one day. You bit your lip, hearing the girls near you scream Jungwon's name, an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy filling your chest.

Jungwon raised his hand to the beat of the song, the beat drop of the song approaching, and as the drummer rolled on the snare drum and lifted his sticks for a brief moment, him hitting the crash symbol caused others to jump to the beat of the song, Jungwon pointing his fingers to the crowd and nodding his head as he continued to sing.

Your body was full of adrenaline, the thought to just forget about the photography and to just go crazy and enjoy the concert at the back of your head, but you brushed the thought away and remained professional, giving yourself a way to vibe by nodding and tapping your foot to the beat.

You were sitting down on a nearby chair, your hands still being put to work even after a few hours, taking individual shots of each group member now. Jungwon was now talking about their journey to make this band, and you tried to double task, listening attentively to his words as you shot photos for the band.

You giggled as Jake, the guitarist, made a cute post and you didn't hesitate to snap a photo. Your camera glides away, the camera now focused on Jungwon.

"We couldn't have done this without one person.."

Snap!

"I couldn't have done this without one person."

Snap!

"And to my convenience, that person is here. She's always been".

You lowered your camera, curious to who he was talking about until you saw him turn towards your direction, your brain having to take a moment to process what was going on.

"Y/N, our lovely photographer and our number one fan."

The thoughts in your head vanished, your mind struggling to even form thoughts as you stared at him with your jaw dropped. The crowd cheered loudly but you could only hear your own heart beat. Your eyes were locked with Jungwon, and even with the audience and the loud cheering, it was almost as if it was just the two of you.

He continued, not giving you a chance to recover, "My dear best friend". He flashed you a warm smile, your heart threatening to jump out as you continued to stare, not knowing how to react.

"And with this, I dedicate the last song to you, Y/N".

He gave you a cheeky wink before turning away, the drummer starting to play again being your cue to snap back and focus on photography. You felt sweat trickle down your temple, your breath irregular as you went back to your main responsibility.

As the guitarist started to play the introduction of your song, your eyebrows raised further, realising that they were playing the song.

"Since living feels like hell,"

That song.

"why don't we give love a try?"

Your favourite song.

You've never failed to play Beautiful Life at least once everyday. You shook your head and tapped your head to the beat more aggressively, mumbling the lyrics you knew softly as you continued to snap more shots.

Jungwon got lost in the music, his body moving freely as he moved with the music, his body like water and his hand switching from sliding on his body or pointing to the air. You grinned softly, enjoying the sight of your best friend live his dream, until you saw him look back at you and start walking towards you, while holding a mic.

You were puzzled, but kept the camera to your face regardless. You watched him through your camera as he jumped down the stage, confusing striking in everyone, especially you. You slowly lowered down your camera, unclear as to why he was walking towards you.

"So that's why..."

He maintained eye contact as he slowly made his way towards you.

"If i take your hand, accept it.."

You made steps backwards, being fearful and puzzled because you had no clue what was happening.

"I let out a clumsy confession.."

You stopped moving and he stopped his tracks right in front of you. You mumbled the next song lyrics, but his voice interrupted when he asked "Can I kiss you?" into the mic.

You stared at him, dumbfounded, but you body responded for you when you nodded slowly without realising. He let out a heave of relief before he stepped even closer and cupping your cheeks, pushing his lips onto yours.

His hands felt so warm on your cheeks. If anything, you were expecting him to be rough because there was a whole audience, but he was soft and gentle with you. He lead the kiss, slowly following the rhythm of the song. His hands ran down to your neck, his touch electrifying as you felt the strands on your arms stand up.

You released your camera, your camera dangling from the strap around your neck and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. It almost felt like your heart already jumped out from how fast it was beating, and a mix of emotions filled your chest.

You felt confused, ecstatic, thankful and relieved all at the same time, and you most definitely weren't complaining. The kiss was so soft and initimate, you almost wish it lasted forever and you were disappointed when he pulled away.

He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes vulnerable as he smiled at you. With his mic still in his fingers, "Y/N, I like— no, I love you!".

The crowd cheered impossibly louder and your heart skipped a beat. Your chest was tightening from his confession and you could only chuckle. You put your hand over his, forcing the mic towards your face.

"I love you too!" you yelled, your head spinning from how ecstatic you felt.

Jungwon's eyes were filled with happiness as he gave a warm grin, the one you've always loved seeing. The one that never failed to light your day.

He cupped your cheeks again before leaning in once more and kissing you again.

extra note i'm really rusty so this is mad cringey.. oh well

[creatur3featur3]

Who's There? p3

word count: 4k

warnings/triggers: basically only the smut at the end, eating out (r)

A/N: wasn't planning on writing more smut but I got fucking possessed or something so have this, I do not apologize and yall freaks probably wanted more anyways

You hated that Sevika slowly worked her way back into your life, even when she thought you wouldn't notice.

You noticed, you noticed everything.

The familiar feeling of her cloak brushing against your arm in crowds, the sound of her mechanical arm whirring and clunking. You tried to ignore it, tried to, but it was hard when Sevika started forcing you to take better care of yourself.

A water bottle suddenly appearing near you at some bar, A chef giving you food under the alias of being “on the house.”

Bullshit.

You knew, and it drove you fucking wild.

She didn't deserve to nudge her way back into your life, didn't deserve to try and make amends, she fucked up. She knew it, you knew it, hell– strangers knew it.

So you did what you did best. You ignored it.

You ignored the water bottles that showed up without explanation, ignored the food you knew damn well wasn’t free, ignored the way she hovered just close enough to step in if things got bad, but never close enough to make you acknowledge it.

But no matter how much you pretended, no matter how much you stewed in your anger, you couldn't stop noticing her.

Like now.

The bar was loud, the air thick with sweat, smoke, and the burn of cheap alcohol. You sat in your usual corner, nursing a drink you didn’t particularly care for, fingers drumming absentmindedly against the scarred wooden table.

And she was here.

Not with you, not next to you, but close. Like always.

You could hear the low rumble of her voice at the bar, exchanging words with the bartender, the unmistakable clink of metal against glass as she picked up a drink of her own.

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your irritation from boiling over. You should confront her. Should tell her to fuck off, to stop playing whatever game this was.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair, fingers tightening around your glass, and decided to wait.

Because if Sevika thought she could just slip back into your life without consequences, she had another thing coming.

You abruptly stood up, pushing yourself up with the help of the sticky wooden table and made a B-line to the exit/entrance and of course you heard Sevika get up as well.

You storm out of the bar, hearing how the doors lingered open longer than they should, like you were being followed, no, you knew you were being followed.

You turn around to face who was hopefully Sevika, because you felt like you were about to burst with anger, “Why do you keep trying to push yourself back here?!” you snarled, hearing the faltering of her boots at your harsh tone.

“What rights do you think you have? Honestly, Sevika? What makes you think you can disappear for weeks, maybe months on end and then just appear back out of the blue and pretend you didn't just leave?!”

The silence that followed your words was heavy, thick enough to choke on. You could hear the way Sevika shifted, the way her boots scraped against the dirt and grime of the Undercity street.

She didn’t answer right away.

That pissed you off even more.

You took a step forward, your hands clenching at your sides. “Say something.” Your voice wavered, not with weakness, but with the sheer force of everything you had swallowed down for months.

Finally, she exhaled, slow and measured. “I never pretended.”

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Bullshit.”

“I didn’t.” Her voice was rougher now, more strained. “I knew I fucked up. I knew you hated me for it. And I knew there was nothing I could say that would fix that.”

You could hear the edge of frustration creeping in, but it wasn’t the kind that came from anger—it was something else.

“So what?” You threw your hands up, your whole body trembling with the force of what you were holding back. “You thought you’d just sneak your way back in? Drop off some water, make sure I don’t pass out in an alley, and suddenly everything’s fine?”

“No.” Sevika’s tone was firm, unwavering. “I didn’t expect anything.”

“Then why?” You hated how raw your voice sounded, hated that this wasn’t just anger—it was hurt, betrayal, all of it bleeding together into something you couldn’t control. “Why the fuck are you here, Sevika?”

For the first time since you started yelling, she hesitated.

You could hear her breathing, hear the mechanical whirr of her arm as she flexed her fingers, like she was working through her own shit in real-time.

“I don’t know.”

You opened your mouth to snap at her, to shove her words back in her face, but then she kept talking.

“I don’t know why I came back. I don’t know why I give a shit. I just—” she sighed, sharp and almost bitter, “—I just do.”

That shut you up.

For a moment, all you could do was stand there, your breath coming too fast, too shallow, like your body didn’t know what to do with any of this.

Sevika shifted again, the familiar sound of her cloak rustling as she stepped back. “If you want me gone, say it. I’ll walk away, and I won’t come back.”

The words sat between you, heavy, waiting.

And fuck—you hated how much you hesitated.

“Well guess what?” You hummed forcefully, “I hate that I hate you this much for leaving, and I hate that I don't want you gone,” you admit with a scoff.

“You wanna know why, Sevika?”

“Because I fucking love you.”

You took a breath,

“I fucking hate that i'm admitting it but it's true, I fucking love you Sevika, I love your snarky ass comments, I love your stupid voice, and I love that you give two shits about me.” You huff.

Silence.

The kind that made your chest tight, that made your heart hammer so hard you thought it might break through your ribs.

Sevika didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

And for a second, that scared you more than anything else.

You swallowed, your throat dry, your pulse pounding in your ears. “Say something,” you muttered, your voice quieter now, raw. “For fuck’s sake, say something.”

A slow exhale. A shift of fabric. Then—

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

You let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah. I know.”

Sevika sighed again, but it wasn’t exasperated this time. It wasn’t bitter or cold. It was… something else. Something uncertain.

“I don’t—” she started, then stopped. You heard her step forward, slow and deliberate. “I don’t know if I deserve that.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You don’t.”

Sevika huffed, probably giving you one of those tired, unimpressed looks. “Then why the hell are you saying it?”

“Because it’s true.” You clenched your fists, feeling the tension coil in your muscles. “Because I’m tired of pretending it’s not.”

Another step. Closer.

You could hear her now, the way her breathing had changed, the way she was shifting, like she didn’t know what the fuck to do with herself.

Then, finally, she spoke, and her voice was low, gruff, but softer than you’d ever heard it.

“…Say it again.”

Your breath caught.

Your fingers twitched.

And then, without hesitation—

“I love you.”

Sevika didn’t answer right away. But you heard the slight, unsteady inhale she took, heard the way her mechanical fingers flexed.

Then—her voice, quiet.

“…Yeah.” A pause. “I think I love you too.”

You fucking hated how calm life had gotten, no more unfair fights, no more starving and freezing your ass off in the cold nights.

Everything was just— quiet.

It should've comforted you, should've shown you that there was more to life than just- surviving, but of course it didn't.

You felt more on edge about everything, felt on edge walking the now suddenly peaceful streets, on edge in the warmth and safety of a home, shit— you even felt on edge in Sevika’s bed.

You couldn't help it, honestly, it was like a instinct, a deafening and terrified voice in your mind–

“Don't trust, do not trust, they are liars, all of them.”

You tried your best to ignore it, and sometimes it was manageable, other times it wasn't, but shit— if Sevika wasn't a expert at calming you down at this point.

All she had to do was wrap her arms around you or take one of your shaking hands in her flesh one, give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, and redirect your attention to something else,

and god, you loved it.

But you hated it, too.

Hated how easily she could pull you back, how quickly she could silence that voice in your head like it had never been there in the first place.

It made you feel weak. Vulnerable.

And yet—

Sevika shifted beside you, her warmth pressed against your side as you lay tangled in her sheets. The room was dim, quiet, the distant hum of the Undercity barely noticeable through the thick walls. Her arm draped lazily over your waist, her real hand tracing slow, absentminded patterns against your stomach.

“You’re thinking too loud,” she muttered, voice rough with sleep.

You huffed, tilting your head slightly. “Didn’t know thoughts made sound.”

“They do when it’s you.”

A smirk pulled at your lips despite yourself. “You got some kinda superpower I don’t know about?”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, the vibration of it rumbling against your back. “Nah. Just know you.”

That made your stomach twist—not in a bad way, but in a way that made you uneasy all the same.

You swallowed, fingers twitching against the sheets. “...Too well?”

Sevika didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tightened her hold, pulling you closer, resting her chin against your shoulder. “Not enough,” she admitted.

And that scared the shit out of you.

Because if she wanted to know you—all of you—then eventually, she was going to see the parts you kept buried. The parts you didn’t even want to look at yourself.

And then what?

You stiffened without meaning to, and of course, Sevika caught it.

Her fingers stilled. Her breath slowed.

Then, after a long beat, she sighed. “You’re waiting for it, aren’t you?”

You didn’t ask what she meant. You already knew.

You didn’t answer, either.

That was answer enough.

Sevika was quiet for a long moment before she shifted, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your neck. “Go to sleep,” she murmured, voice softer than it had any right to be. “You’re safe.”

Safe.

The word felt foreign. Unreal.

But with her arms wrapped around you, her warmth anchoring you in place—

For the first time in a long, long time—

You almost believed it.

“What if I'm not sleepy?” you hum playfully, hearing Sevika grumble in response, “Doubt it,” she mumbled back.

Boo.

You were tired, exhausted even, but that didn't mean you couldn't at least have a little fun.. “Sev,” you purred softly

“Don't.”

You grinned, turning in her arms so you were facing her, tilting your head slightly. “Aww, come on, Sev,” you hummed, letting your fingers trail up her chest, featherlight. “You scared?”

Sevika let out a slow exhale through her nose, unimpressed. “Of you? Not a chance.”

You smirked, pushing yourself up on one elbow, leaning in close—close enough that you could feel her breath against your lips. “Mmm, then what’s stopping you?”

She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, but you could tell by the slight twitch in her jaw that she was trying really hard to stay unaffected.

“You’re tired,” she said flatly.

“So?”

“So—” Sevika grabbed your wandering hand before it could go any further, pinning it against her chest. “You’ll regret it in the morning.”

You laughed softly, fingers flexing against her. “Regret what? Trying to have a little fun with my girlfriend?”

Sevika’s grip tightened just a fraction, her metal fingers cool against your skin. “I swear to god—”

“Sevika.” You dragged her name out, letting your voice dip into something low and teasing. “You wouldn’t dare say no to me, would you?”

She exhaled sharply through her nose, her patience hanging by a thread.

“Try me.”

Oh, now that was a challenge.

You leaned in further, your nose barely brushing against hers, your lips just out of reach. “You like it when I tease you,” you whispered, fingers slipping from her grasp so you could run them up her jaw. “Don’t you?”

Sevika’s breath hitched—barely—but you caught it.

Got her.

Her silence was answer enough.

You grinned triumphantly, but before you could gloat, you suddenly found yourself flat on your back, Sevika hovering over you, her knee pressed between your legs just enough to make you gasp.

She smirked down at you, eyes dark, dangerous. “You really wanna play this game?” she murmured, her voice low, gravelly, almost taunting.

Your heart pounded.

You stuttered, hearing Sevika chuckle, making your cheeks heat up, cheater.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, shifting slightly, trying to avoid Sevika’s knee– only for her to shift it higher, making your breath hitch. 

“Sev,” you groaned, pouting up at her, making her scoff, “What? you started it.”

You huffed, feeling your face burn under her intense gaze. “I did not tell you to do that,” you shot back, shifting again—only for her knee to stay exactly where it was, pressing just enough to keep you squirming.

Sevika smirked, her voice rich with amusement. “Didn’t have to.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. She had you trapped, and she knew it.

Slowly, teasingly, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. “What happened to all that confidence, huh?” she murmured, dragging her knuckles down your side, sending a shiver up your spine. “Thought you wanted to have fun.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as heat pooled in your stomach. “I—”

She tutted, cutting you off, her lips just barely ghosting over your jaw. “No backing out now, princess.”

God, you weren't sure how long it had been, how long ago you had actually let loose?It didn't matter right now, what mattered was that you were here, right now in this moment.

“Okay, fine, no backing out,” you muttered, feeling Sevika’s eyes on you. 

Sevika chuckled, low and satisfied, her grip tightening ever so slightly on your hip. “That’s more like it.”

You could feel her smirk even without seeing it, that smugness radiating off her in waves. It made your breath hitch, made your pulse stutter in a way that both thrilled and infuriated you. She always did this—pushed you, teased you, knew exactly how to get under your skin.

But two could play that game.

You slid your hands up her chest, slow and deliberate, feeling the way her muscles tensed under your touch. “Then quit talking and do something about it,” you murmured, tilting your head up, your lips a breath away from hers.

Sevika stilled for half a second, just long enough for you to feel that flicker of tension, that split-second hesitation—before she exhaled sharply through her nose and closed the distance, her lips crashing into yours.

God.

You barely had time to think before she was pressing you deeper into the mattress, her knee still firm between your legs, her metal hand cool against your waist as she gripped you, held you steady. Her kiss was hungry, all rough edges and quiet restraint, like she’d been waiting for this as much as you had.

And maybe she had.

Good, served her right.

You shuddered when her knee pressed firmer against your core, tempting a shaky grind from your hips, and fuck—

You moaned softly against Sevika's lips, feeling her grip tighten every so slightly

Sevika growled low in her throat, like she felt the sound you made more than she heard it. Her grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp against her lips.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement and something darker. “So needy already.”

You wanted to snap back, wanted to wipe that smug tone from her voice—but then she moved her knee, just a fraction, and any words you had died in your throat.

Your breath stuttered, hips bucking instinctively into the friction, and Sevika chuckled—slow and dangerous.

“Fuck,” you breathed, hands clenching at her shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.

Sevika hummed, her flesh hand coming up to cup your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head back slightly. “That’s cute,” she murmured, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Say that again.”

“What's the magic word?” you slyly purred, even when your voice quivered at the end, Sevika huffed a laugh, low and almost impressed at your audacity. Even now, with your body trembling beneath her, you still had it in you to tease.

Her thumb traced over your lip, slow and deliberate. “Magic word, huh?” she mused, tilting her head slightly.

Then, without warning, she moved her knee—just enough to take away that delicious pressure you were grinding against.

You whined before you could stop yourself, your fingers digging into her shoulders, desperate to pull her back.

Sevika grinned against your cheek, her breath warm as she spoke. “How about please?”

“Fuck, okay okay,” You grumbled, pulling her closer, “can we move on from the teasing and actually just fuck?-” you whined, albeit a little pathetically, but you didn't give a fuck anymore.

Sevika chuckled, deep and satisfied, like she’d won some unspoken game. “That’s more like it,” she murmured, her voice dark with promise.

She wasted no more time, her lips crashing back into yours, rough and claiming. Her hands—one flesh, one metal—gripped your body like she owned it, like she was making up for every second she’d been away.

And fuck—maybe she was.

You didn’t care. Not anymore. Not when she was finally here, finally touching you the way you’d craved for so long.

And judging by the way her body pressed against yours, the way she practically devoured you—

She’d been craving it too.

You tugged at Sevika’s shirt, quickly pulling it off of her as one of her hands tugged at your own, and soon half your clothes were on the floor. You whined softly, grinding back down on Sevika's knee, lifting your hips off the bed slightly.

You needed more, jesus– you needed more now.

"So impatient...and all for me." She hummed, gently gripping both of your thighs, forcing them to hold still. Her dark gaze was fixated on the sight of your slightly squirming body, but that was all she gave you as she hovered over you.

Her hands slowly roamed up and down the expanse of your sides, making a mental note of all the little noises and whines you made.

"You sound so pretty.." She murmured, leaning down and dragging her teeth against your inner thigh.

“Sevika, please,” You whined softly, a hand going to her hair and trying to guide her quicker to your aching heat between your thighs.

Sevika smirked against your thigh, her breath warm, deliberate as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss just a fraction away from where you needed her most. Almost, but not quite.

“You’re real cute when you beg,” she murmured, her voice rough with amusement.

Your fingers tightened in her hair, a mix of frustration and desperation bubbling in your throat. “Sevika—”

But she shushed you, her flesh hand smoothing up your stomach, pressing down just enough to keep you from writhing. “Patience, sweetheart,” she crooned, her metal fingers dragging up your inner thigh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. “You wanted me to fuck you, remember?”

Her lips brushed over the softest part of your thigh, her teeth grazing ever so lightly—just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure up your spine.

You sucked in a breath, your hips lifting instinctively, but Sevika tutted, her grip tightening. “Stay still,” she warned.

You let out a soft whimper, your head tilting back against the mattress. “You’re torturing me.”

Sevika chuckled, dark and pleased, pressing one last teasing kiss to your skin before finally—finally—giving you exactly what you wanted.

The feeling of her tongue running through your folds was something you probably could never describe with how perfect it felt, your head tilting back as you tried to bite back the moan that fell from your lips–

But Sevika wasn’t having that.

She hummed against you, the vibration sending a shiver straight up your spine. Her hands, one warm and rough, the other cold and unyielding, gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you from escaping—even though the last thing you wanted was to get away.

"Don't hold back on me now," she murmured, her breath hot against your slick heat. "I wanna hear you."

Your fingers curled tighter in her hair, your breath hitching as she dragged her tongue up slowly, deliberately, like she was savoring every little reaction from you. You could feel her smirk when your thighs trembled around her.

"Fuck, Sev—"

She groaned, her grip tightening as she pulled you impossibly closer, pressing her tongue deeper against you. The combination of her mouth and the slight scrape of her teeth made your whole body jerk.

"That's right," she rasped, pulling back just long enough to press a kiss right against your swollen clit, making your breath stutter. "Say my name just like that."

You whined, thighs trembling, fuck, you needed more, Sevika's tongue was good, hell– it was the best you'd ever felt.. but you needed more.

Sevika chuckled, deep and low, feeling the way your body trembled beneath her. She could hear it in your breath, in the way your fingers pulled at her hair, desperate, needy.

"You need more, huh?" she murmured against your slick heat, her breath sending another shiver through you. She pressed another slow, teasing kiss to your clit before finally moving one hand, her fingers dragging up your thigh, tracing the curve of your hip before slipping between your legs.

The first brush of her fingers against your entrance had you gasping, hips bucking instinctively. Sevika smirked.

"So greedy," she teased, pressing the tip of one finger inside, just barely.

"Sevika, please—"

That was all she needed.

She pushed in, her thick finger stretching you open in a way that had your back arching off the bed. Slowly, she curled it, dragging against that sweet, aching spot inside you, watching as your mouth fell open, a moan slipping past your lips.

"That's it," she purred, adding a second finger, stretching you further. "You take me so fucking well."

She set a slow, deep rhythm, her fingers thrusting into you as her mouth returned to your clit, her tongue circling, flicking—fucking devouring you like she was starving.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel—heat coiling tighter, your thighs shaking as she worked you over with precise, knowing movements.

"Fuck, Sev, I'm—"

She groaned against you, her fingers speeding up, her metal hand tightening on your thigh to keep you from squirming away.

"Go on, baby," she rasped, her voice thick with want. "Come for me."

The moment her words reached your ears, the coil inside you snapped. Your entire body tensed, thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry before a desperate moan finally tore free, your fingers gripping Sevika’s hair like a lifeline.

She didn’t stop—not yet. Her fingers kept working you through it, slow and deliberate, her tongue still teasing your clit, prolonging every second of your high. The overstimulation made you whimper, body twitching, but Sevika held you firm, savoring every little reaction, every sound you made.

"That's it," she murmured against your slick skin, finally easing her fingers out, her mouth pressing one last, lingering kiss against your overstimulated clit before she sat back slightly, admiring the sight of you—panting, wrecked, glowing.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking down at you. "You look good like this," she teased, running her metal hand over your thigh, feeling the aftershocks still making you shiver.

You barely had the strength to glare at her, still trying to catch your breath. "You're so—"

"So what?" she murmured, leaning in close again, her lips brushing against yours, teasing, taunting.

You huffed, still too blissed-out to argue. Instead, you tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her into a slow, lazy kiss, sighing against her mouth.

Sevika grinned against your lips. "Still got more in you?" she murmured.

You felt her hand trailing lower again, and fuck—maybe you did.

[bflys]

I need to see mistynat kiss this season bc why the fuck were they so obsessed with each other in the adult timeline. Like Nat showed up to her fucking house with a gun in her face right out of rehab after stalking her from her work. And all Misty could do was smirk at her after getting called a crazy bitch!!! DID YALL FUCK IN THE WILDERNESS WHAT ELSE HAPPENED OUT THERE. It’s giving toxic break up

[elliesglock]

bahamas interview 😛😛😛

first of all this interview, do yall like need a minute to stop flirting in our faces or maybe a quick makeout sesh to get some of that tension out...like everybody in the comments saying something about it atp. i think that's literally the whole interview i didn't hear no basketball talk i just heard heart eyes. azzi nodding to everything p says like okay girl. also azzi you don't have to check out p every time she's answering a question btw.

reporter asks if paige likes the bahamas and she gets this little smile. and the way i see the bahamas trip i think azzi and p both visualize and understand the bahamas is like their little honeymoon part of the season. so the little smile is cute. i think she smiles and thinks about how coming here yes is fun in a basketball sense but also she gets to have a dream vacay with her girl. also i don't think it hurts she gets to see azzi in a bikini either for a couple days 😭 in all honesty, they both have a little look of (like always) we know what we've been doing and why we get to smile at the question and lemme tell you it's not because of those damn pigs they got to hold.

azzi stares at her a lot while answering this question which kinda says to me she agrees and thinks the same way about their trip.

i might be reading into this a little bit but that's what i do, a reporter clarifies what paige is saying about them leaving and mentions the hotel. paige kinda gets this smirk and side eyes azzi and says "yeah we're going to some other places." and i think the "we're" part sticks out to me only because she side eyes az. like yes she means the team but i think in her head the "we're" is associated with her and az and she gets the little smirk. idk yall can agree with this or not but it just stuck out to me.

and then we get the grand moment when paige wants azzi to answer a reporters question. she immediately looks at her and of course like ive said before many times as soon as she looks at her face she gets a grin and instantly makes eye contact with her. shit p i'd grin too if i looked at my girlfriends face and it was azzi. she knows her girl is beautiful. i think it's also just a reflex fr. like as soon as you look at someone you love you smile because you love to see them. that's what it gives. azzi does it with p all the time. they both really bad about it. their looks at each other and the way their eyes wander is one of their biggest giveaways. everytime they make eye contact it's fr like a fresh of breath air for everybody. i love seeing two people so happy with one another just by seeing each other it's special ☹️ paige also is just excited to tease azzi cause that's her one constant joy in life. so she grins.

azzi being the little shy one as always says no you got it immediately. paige looks away much to her chagrin probably and leans up into her hands and says "nope i've been talking the whole time." huge body language moment for me. leaning up and putting ur face into your hands usually symbolizes shyness and awkwardness. which of course she'd be shy she just stared at her girl for a little bit and azzi's talking to her after a couple minutes of her being completely silent. then this fucking menace azzi jazlyn sees how shy paige is and rubs her back almost like she's going for her while she's weak 😭 probably how she gets her way all the time but also because p is whipped. tell my why this girl starts rubbing her back and saying, "you're so good tho please continue." HELLOOOOO?? PAUSE. in any other context this would be a very...interesting thing to say and hear as well. just saying to rub your friends back and say they're doing so good and they should continue talking....yeah no yall aren't friends yall doing something. i can see why princess is so spoiled this is definitely one of the reasons. the way her voice gets all soft and sweet and she intitiates contact like she knows p will give in.....how many times have you done this azzi you look experienced. they both get a little blushy after this besides maybe azzi a bit who is upset she has to answer the question. (btw i wonder if interviewers get sad when athletes try to avoid their questions like they do sometimes 😭) paige ofc starts disassociating cause me too twin if my girl was that bad. (also why does it look like p is looking at azzi through the camera....? i don't know if they can see themselves but i wouldn't be surprised if she was)

p has a HUGEEEE problem with azzi coughing this whole interview like her first cough she side eyes her and keeps talking. i'll tell yall why i think she does in a second.

paige taps azzi like a dork to get her to answer a question and azzi just looks over it 😭 she wants to get her way i love it she's still salty lololol. and no ofc azzi is not a spoiled brat ofc not but i think she's used to paige letting her be the princess and answering questions and everything. i think p just wanted to tease her though and made her. (just wanted to give a little more context on this)

azzi sniffles and paige immediately gets the most disgusted looking face but like is still as fond as anyone can be 😭 so here's where i'm gonna talk about WHY i think paige is all teasing about azzi being sick and why she acts like she can't stand it. first of all azzi was sick in the bahamas. then all the sudden paige madison comes back to the grand storrs and has a little cold as well. hmmmmm.....so yall was playing tonsil hockey while azzi was sick. now paige always teases azzi about coughing and being sick she did it in this interview and she did it in the women's champions classic interview. she teases her because every time azzi gets sick paige gets sick and that's because miss blondie cant resist the urge to kiss her girl. i think it's sorta an inside joke paige loves to use. she obv is not gonna stop kissing azzi no matter how many times shes gonna get sick doing it. i think she dislikes that 😭 she doesn't like how she can't feel like she can kiss her girl without getting sick cause she knows she won't not do it you know. and paige being a very jokey person obv is gonna make fun of azzi for it to constantly annoy her about it and project 😭 anyways that's just the way i feel. i've talked about it before. azzi says "sorry" and giggles and they both laugh before az answers the questions. azzi has trouble answering this question afterwards and yes i could argue it's because paige was teasing her and she was flustered but i think she just didn't wanna answer questions lolololol. paige giggles at this and definitely finds it cute. she seems like the type to giggle and smile and tease when azzi stutters.

a reporter asks a question regarding how little they've played together in the last five years. after she finishes, paige and azzi look at each other and p gets this little look in her eye. it's very fond. now i'm gonna be delusional and say yes they were thinking about how yes it's sad they didn't get to play together but they still are together at the end of the day. also it just feels like one of those looks where they think about memories and it translates into their eyes. they do it all the time soooo guilty lock them up. also i'm so so grateful we're getting paige and azzi healthy hoops this year :( their smiles kinda linger as azzi answers it and thank god azzi has the mic because who knows what paige's goofy ass would say. they both obv love talking about each other because the smiles they have everytime they talk about one another gives soooo girlfriends. just like if your friend asks you about your significant other and you get a smile just from thinking about them. sorry they're married idk they're literally telling yall all the time in their facial expressions 😭 azzi bragging on p and p just having a goofy smile the whole time YEAHHHH MORE OF THAT. i think p secretly (well not secretly but she tries her best to hide it) loves when azzi brags on her game and who she is. like omg the the azzi fudd my crush is talking about me omg. i think she still reverts back to that little paigey who was so shy and just moped around for azzi's attention sometimes. you can tell she still feels parts of that anytime azzi talks about her. she still can't believe her bag guys she's insane 😭 their smiles talking about each other sigh yall are goofs. also p knowing immediately how many minutes azzi had like okay studying your girls stat sheet bookie.

p wanting azzi to answer a question so she nods at her and gives her the most loving look like that's literally usual idk. i've never seen her look at azzi with anything other than heart eyes. that's her princess im so sick actually. azzi answers and talks about how much fun it's been bonding with everybody in the bahamas (lowkey proving my point by how she words it that this was also honey moon time). something she says that really sticks out to me is, "building a relationship off the court, you can only be a better teammate on the court." don't quote me on this it's not exact. yes i know she's talking about her teammates but you can apply it to pazzi so bad and why they work. like on the court they've mentioned they just clicked immediately and it's literally do to them being soulmates. in the slam interview p says they didn't talk much off the court but that was bound to happen because i truly believe they were meant to be in life together. the fact you clicked so quickly and built chemistry so fast with each other on the court and have always maintained that chemistry even thought you haven't played many games together, that's special and their hearts have always been one another's. even if they didn't know it. it's always lead them right back to each other BOOM. ofc paige had to burst azzi and i's sentimental moment with her little stupid ass smile and "facts gang." asking for a dab. even though azzi's annoyed though she still dabs her up and smiles and giggles, and i think that sums azzi up pretty well. even p has said when she's getting on princess's last nerve she still wants her around. perfect show of their dynamic right there.

thanks for reading! figured i'd put out a little analysis before the bigger one i have coming later in the week! love ya anons! talk soon 🤞

[asreadbyaj]

Nobody was “ran off” or “bullied off” anywhere. The name of the writer wasn’t even shared in the posts (that I saw). Grow the fuck up and stand ten toes down on your mistakes and correcting them when they are realized. Own it, learn the lesson and then apply it.

There was another writer and events’ group that made mistakes surrounding “!white reader” tagging last year or the year before. They didn’t run off. They owned their mistakes, an open dialogue happened and people moved on with more knowledge and understanding. It isn’t hard to take accountability when you embrace being in a place of understanding. No one is expecting perfection of anyone but the ability to take criticism and holding oneself accountable is basic-level maturity.

And now a rant because I wrote the section below before the above response and it needs to be said for the people in the back.

Do people not understand the racism that POC and especially Black people already have to deal with when participating in fandom. The microaggressions that we have to deal with on a daily basis by just existing on this planet? Or do yall simply bask in the privilege of being able to just not care?

It is not just a “stupid flag.” It is a BLATANT sign saying “you are not welcome here.” Literally and point fucking blank. I don’t care if you’re the world greatest writer of all time and you literally shit pots of gold. You know the implications and connotations of what you include in your writing, especially if you are renown for being very intelligent and intentional with the way you write and the imagery you include. You know how symbolism works. What are you trying to symbolize with using that “stupid flag” in your writing? Don’t be daft.

Writing and reading may be an escape for yall, but this is our daily fucking lives. Where the fuck can we “escape” to when your ignorant ass views and lack of fucking care includes the hateful images and items are used in these spaces being celebrated as “safe for everyone?” The same images and items being displayed on vehicles, in homes, at events, marched down the streets, in the windows of stores telling us we don’t “belong” there. Items and images proudly paraded by same people who still to this day “graciously” warn us not to be in certain cities after dark.

How many Brown and Black writers do I have to see actually run off by ignorant ass people filling up their ask boxes, reblogs and comment sections saying all types of racist things simply because they wanted to make sure people of darker skin tones felt safely represented in fandom? They were amazing writers as well, top-fucking-tier writers to be completely real with you. Do they not deserve to take up space in fandom, to have their art on display as well? Do they not deserve an escape from reality?

Fuck yall.

The person you called out for the stupid flag thing has now deactivated their account and we've lost a brilliant writer and a very nice person. You couldn't just have contacted them via DM instead of making a big thing of it in public?

Hi there, anon. Perhaps you haven’t seen my post about “the stupid flag thing” from this morning! It’s right here.

Yesterday, some people were concerned about the use of a confederate flag in a fic. A discussion was had about how this was surprising and out of character and a couple people DID dm the writer out of concern. They were empathetic and polite and sincere. I saw the screenshots.

Here is my own contribution to that early conversation.

Unfortunately, the responses the writers got back were not encouraging. In one she said (and again, I saw the screen shot and this is a direct quote from the writer of the fic in question. Multiple people saw this and can verify that they were her words) “I am fully aware of the history and connotations of the flag and how it can be/has been percieved throughout history.”

Only after this very distressing response did anyone “call her out.” Nobody jumped the gun. No one was especially unkind considering the touchy and emotionally charged subject. She hurt a lot of feelings and disappointed people who liked and respected her, including me.

Could you not have dm’d me to talk off anon if you’re so bothered by what has happened? Are you more mad at me for shining a light on problematic behavior than you are at the people doing problematic things? Do very nice people use racist imagery to set the scene in a fic and completely disregard how their audience will feel about that?

I’m sorry she left too, because now people like you only take away that she was somehow “bullied off the app” by people who are rightfully upset at her actions and response and not that she couldn’t be big enough to listen, learn, grow, and use her platform (much bigger than mine by the way!) to elevate anti racist messages in this community and amplify the voices of the writers here who have been saying for ages how they no longer feel welcome or safe here because of racism?

Some people take criticism and are thankful for the opportunity to do better, and end up being great allies and we all benefit and grow. Some people just run. We saw what happened.

[oclovingmaniac]

EPIC - The Musical LIVE BLOG (bc I've never done one of these)

Damn okay vocals from Odysseus

THEY WANT HIM TO KILL A CHILD???

Yeah don't do it bro just raise him as your kids brother or smt

Okay he actually did it goddamn

Oh they hungry

Polites is such a little cutie omg I love him❤️❤️❤️

THE LITTLE CUTIE GOT TUNES OKAY POLITES I SEE YOU!!

I better see Polites with a lover at the end of these and they better greet him with open arms

Okay the lotus eaters are really cute

Never mind they're a hive mind okay😭

OH OKAY ATHENA OKAYYYY (Lil biased cus I'm a worshipper of her but whatever)

Ooooh sheep okay, I've seen this part specifically. Poor cyclops guy.

DONT GIVE THE CYCLOPS WINE???

Hear me out, maybe just flee the cave and don't fight the big ass bitch??

POLITES NO!!! WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I HATE THIS I HATE THIS, FUCK YOU EPIC DIE KILL THE CYCLOPS IMMEDIATELY

Yeah die you stupid one eyed bitch and stay thay way fucker. I hate the cyclops. Fuck the cyclops man.

Hell yeah Odysseus remember them indeed. Mainly Polites.

Oh damn there's more of the big fuckers oh no

Oh wait the cyclops is lonely. Wait they left him and he went "Don't go" why the fuck does my heart hurt now. Fuck this musical man😭

Odysseus, my guy, you can't just say NO to Athena???😭😭

OKAY ODY GET IT BUDDY

THE INFAMOUS ODYSSEUS HELL YEAH

Why did the cyclops smile that was so fucking creepy.💀

Okay back to Athena hell yes.

Okay a little harsh girlie, you can't blame him for getting emotional there.

OKAY DON'T INSULT HER DUDE???

Oh damn the girls are fighting guys just hug it out please🙄

JESUS ODY THATS A BIT MUCH???

Valid crash out Athena😭

They'll talk it out don't worry guys😔

Oooh "Storm" okay

Is Poseidon about to fuck them over?😭

OH THESE VOCALS ARE HEAVENLYYY

STOOOOOORRRM (STOOOOOORRRRMMM)

Eurydice be positive omfg yall have dealt with enough death

Yall really about to shoot the fucking sky???💀

Ohhh there was an island okay I wasn't paying attention my bad yall

Oh wind god? Okay fun.

EURYDICE SHUT UP MAN POLITES WOULD NOT APPRECIATE THIS

Oh okay okay

How much longer till yo luck runs out duh duh duhduh vibe okay

Okay I get Eurydice's concern now I shouldn't have shit talked I'm sorry everybody deals with grief differently I guess😭

NOT THE FUCKING POLITES FLASH BACK ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME JUMP OUT MY BEDROOM WINDOW AT HALF TEN AT NIGHT????

Oh shit the passive aggressiveness

"I need to talk to you in private" Ooooooh Eurydice's in troubleeeee

Shit bro fr getting scolded below the decks right now😭

Oh the flute love that okay

Aeolis? How do you spell it???

OH SHIT HES A SHE??

I love her.

AWE THE LITTLE LOTUS EATERS AWEEEEE

Lmao this animator drew the lotus eaters twerking💀

Okay I really fuck with Aeolis (I do not know how to spell her name and I refus to use subtitles)

DAMN THE LOTUS EATERS ARE SHIT STIRRERS😭😭😭 "It's treasure!" "...what?" "Buh-bye!"

THE WAY HE HAS TO TALK TO THEM LIKE THEYRE KIDS DUDE💀 I love them bro

Shit they arguing😔

Okay they're almost home great wonderful awesome cool. And they all lived happily ever after and no one opened the bag.

For the love of fucking God don't open the bag PLEASE.

ODYSSEUS STAY AWAKE FOR FUCK SAKE. PLEASE.

MORON.

THEY TIED HIM TO THE FUCKING BOAT??? DUDE??? YALL ARE WARRIORS YOU CANNOT BE THIS STUPID COME ON😭😭😭

WHAT. THE. FUCK. DID. HE. TELL. YOU???

EURYDICE YOURE HIS SECOND IN COMMAND SURELY YOU TRIED TO STOP THEM OR SOMETHING??? FUCKING IDIOTS.

OH SHIT ITS POSEIDON YALL ARE SO FUCKED-

Oh damn he's yelling lemme turn this shit down.

Damn bro really just tryna chill with the waves and yall pissed him off because you're IMPULSIVE FUCKING BUFFOONS-

Shit the cyclops is Poseidons kid??? You guys are actually already dead write yo damn wills😭

RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY UPON OURSELVESSSSS

I may have a crush on EPIC Poseidon...

Hey the sea man (with tentacles I may add) has got a point and I would listen to him if I were you I'm just saying like I'm totally not biased or anything because he's hot that's ridiculous-

Bro really would've preferred if he just offed his son omg😭

His vocals are fire tho fr

Oh damn the rest of his men are about to die aren't they😭

I FUCKING KNEW IT DAMMIT POSEIDON

Okay at least it wasn't all of then I guess?😭

OH DAMN HE STABBED THE WINDBAG OKAY-

Yeah okay that was such a smart move but also Ody you're such a little shit and it's hilarious😭🙏

Oh where the fuck are we now

Eurydice shut the fuck up nobody said you could speak be quiet.

HIS NAME IS EURYLICHUS? I GOT HIS NAME WRONG THE WHOLE TIME? FUCK SAKE MAN

Yeah no shut the fuck up baldy (that's what I'm calling him from now on cus fuck yall)

TELL ME MORE MEN DIDNT ACTUALLY JUST DIE MAN😭

Yall just... entered a random Palace because the voice sounded pretty??? NO WONDER ODY TALKS TO THEM LIKE THEYRE CHILDREN ITS BECAUSE THEY FUCKING ARE😭

"A woman😔" "...what-" Bro is so done with baldy and so am I honestly-

Ody is APPALLED at how easy it is to grasp these stupid men bro😭

LMAO SHES SO ICONIC WAIT I LOVE HER

Also you cannot tell me baldy was the only one to stand there skeptical I refus to believe that.

STOP I LOVE CIRCE WTF SHES SO ICONIC

SHE TURNED THEM INTO PIGS LMAO WHAT A DIVA

Baldy shut up bro.

HERMES YAY HERMES IS HERE

STOP I LOVE HERMES VOCALS AND THIS SOMG IS SUCH A BOP WHAT- THEY DID MY BRO PROUD IM SURE

HIS VOCALS ARE INCREDIBLE DUDE I CANTTTT

Did Hermes actually just get Odysseus high???😭

Hermes is just there for the drama bro. What. A. Queen.

"REVEAL THEIR TRUE FORMS" SHES SUCH AN ICON BRO I LOVE HER

The way she knew this was Hermes doing those two have beef I guarantee it😭

ODY LEAVE CIRCE ALONE SHE'S JUST TRYNA PROTECT HER NYMPHS DUDE

THEYRE LIKE HER DAUGHTERS??? ODY JUST LEAVE BRO😭😭😭

IS SHE ACTUALLY ABOUT TO TRY AND SEDUCE HIM TO SAVE THE NYMPHS FUCK MAN I LOVE HER

Okay if there's one thing I knew before listening to this it's that Odysseus like refuses to cheat on Penelope so I'm not worried rn

Hell yeah we love loyal men- NOT HIM SITTING NEXT TO CIRCE LIKE SHES A FUCKING THERAPIST BRO I CANT😭

I'm gonna pause and assume she keys them go with absolutely no catch whatsoever and then Ody gets home with no further issues the end. THE. END. PLEASE. IM DYING.

Damn okay R.I.P to the prophet I guess😭

DONT SEND HIM TO THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD BRO- WITH HIS LUCK??? HES FUCKED DONT DO THAT-

Awe she was in love?😭

I KNEW WE COULD FUCK WITH CIRCE MAN I LOVE HER

Let's hope they fucking listen this time man, especially in the fucking underworld???

Yall ever go to the airport when you were younger so your mom would scare you into staying near her so you wouldn't wander off? Yeah that's what Ody should do here.

Damn bro is being YELLED AT

YOU CANT SPRONG A DEAD POLITES ON ME LIKE THAT MAN ILL FUCKING SOB AGAIN I MEAN IT IM A WEAK BOY PLEASE

(I doubt Polites would be in the underworld, he'd probably be in the Elysian fields but fucking whatever man ignore me)

DO NOT FUCKING BRING HIS MOTHER INTO THIS-

WAIT SHES DEAD?? OH MY FUCKING GOD DUDE-

You've got me sobbing in the middle of my bedroom at that "Bye mom" Jorge I hope you fucking know that. You're paying for my therapy.

OKAY NOW YOURE YELLING??? SHUT UP-

Do we meet the prophet now-

We do yay.

Oh he's cute as fuck wait-

Bro is just refusing to help okay😭

Okay if you can predict all that could you not have maybe predicted all the current bullshit going on and maybe idk WARNED US?? Sorry I shouldn't talk about politics my bad🙄

But my guy is actually just refusing to cooperate what a diva

"WHO?" Bro take a wild fucking guess Ody-

Okay I no longer fuck with the prophet. He may be a diva but he's also a bitch so-

Ody: "It's me, hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

R.I.P Ody you would've loved Tay Tay

THANK YOU ODY YOU FINALLY UNDERSTAND THE NECESSARY KILLINGS FUCKING HELL DUDE.

SCILLA IS FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT GET AWAY- IM TRYNA SEE ODYS REACTION TO BALDYS STULIDITY AND SHES SITTING THERE WIDE EYED FUCK OFF-

SHES SO FREAKY HELP-

EW WHY DID HER NECK FUCKING ELONGATE???

oh bro got snatched okay-

WHY IS SHE SNATCHING EVERYONE EXCEPT THE BALD FUCKER???

Okay but how many died just now???

Six okay, also stfu and sit yo Baldy ass back down Eurylichus

PUT THAT SWORD AWAY IMMEDIATELY LIKE YO DUMBASS WOULDNT HAVE DONE THE FUCKING SAME-

THEY STABBED HIM??? YALL MAD CUS HE LIKES WIFE MORE THAN YOU??? JEALOUS FUCKS-

THE FUCKING NECK OF THESE GUYS MAN OMFG-

Omg no pls listen to Ody- BALDY FOR ONCE JUST FUCKING LISTEN TO ODYSSEUS PLEASE-

You are not about to slay a cow that belongs to Lord Apollon bro😭

Idiots. All of them.

OH NOW YOU WANNA FUCKING LISTEN TO ODY??? FUCK OFF MAN YOU STUPID FUCKS-

I KNEW ODY SHOULDVE THROWN BALDY OVERBOARD IN SCYLLAS LAIR

GET THEIR ASSES APOLLON!!!

Oh or Zeus that works too ig I was excited to see Apollo-

WHY IS ZEUS SEDUCING A CLOUD RIGHT NOW???

This is grossing me out wait😭

EUGHHHH NO FUCK OFF I HATE THE MYTHS OF ZEUS DUDE😭😭😭

Lmao Zeus avenging Apollo's cows instead of Apollo is pretty funny to me honestly

Okay why are we dissing pride rn Zeus you homophobe-

LET THEM DIE THEYRE USELESS AS FUCK! THEY LITERALLY JUST STABBED YOU LIKE AN HOUR AGO LET THEM DIEEEEE PLEASEEEE

OH FUCK OFF BALDY WITH YOUR SAD PUPPY LOOK YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF YOU DUMBASS BITCH YOU CLEARLY SHAVED OFF PART OF YOUR BRAIN ALONG WITH YOUR HAIR

NO DONT CRY ODY THEY WERE USELESS ITS OKAY!

Oh 7 yrs later

Oh damn is this Telemachus? My boy rocking those dangling earrings okay-

NO HES NOT DEAD DUDE HAVE HOPE COME ON!

He has a dog???

Buddy you do not want to fight those monsters maybe just stay with you, yourself and... thou? And the dog ofc and Penelope I'm guessing.

OHHH OKAY L-L-L-L-LEGENDARY! GET IT TELEMACHUS!

Damn not them rocking up in the Palace just to disrespect the Prince wtf???😭

OWL??? ATHENA??? ARE YOU BACK???

STOP I LOVE HIMMMM

"Where is he ehememememe" SHUT YO DESPERATE ASS UP-

HOW DARE YOU CALL PENELOPE A FUCKING TRAMP???

YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER FUCKING ROOM!!

HELL YEAH TELEMACHUS DEFEND HER NAME!!!

BEAT HIS ASS TELEMACHUS!!!

STOP SINGING AND STAB HIM WTF???

HELL YEAH GET HIM!!!

THE FUCKING NERVE OF THIS CUNT??? GET HIM TELEMACHUS!!!

GET YOUR HAND OFF OF HIS NECK IMMEDIATELY???

TELEMACHUS GET UP OMFG-

HOW IS THIS BOY PENELOPES SON??? I KNOW DAMN WELL SHE CAN PROBABLY FIGHT LIKE A BEAST WHY IS SHE NOT TEACHING HIM???

ATHENAAAA YESSSS HELP THIS POOR GUYYYYY

YEAH UPPERCUT!! FUCK YES!!

YES ATHENA!!! FUCK HIM UP!!!

YES FUCK HIM UP TELEMACHUS!!!

GET IT LITTLE WOLF!!!

I HATE THIS GUY?? NOT TELEMACHUS BUT THE FUCKER HES FIGHTING-

Yay Athena has a new student and it's her old students son we love thatttt

Damn just tell him you were his father's mentor??? No? Okay-

Stop Telemachus is such a fucking cutie I can't-

OMG SHE HIGH FIVED TELEMACHUS BUT NOT ODY THATS AMAZING-

"You're a good kid..." "Thanks :D" I LOVE HIM-

Damn she really just hasn't even checked on him for ten years-

Athena, girly, you have missed alot😭😭😭

Damn now he's missing alright

Okay now who is this girly calling him "sleepyhead"?

LMAO NOT HER JUST BRUSHING PAST THE WIFE COMMENT😭

OH EW FUCK OFF??? HOMEWRECKER GTFO-

Damn okay it's kind of a bop though

Okay this is low-key SA I'm gonna be honest so I'm actually not gonna joke much about Calypso and Ody out of personal preference.

Oh okay he's just gonna jump off a cliff, cool-

CALYPSO HES TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF CAN YOU STOP HARASSING HIM FOR LIKE TWO FUCKING SECONDS YOU ANNOYING HOMEWRECKING BITCH I HATE YOU-

STOP SPRINGING FLASHBACKS OF POLITES ON ME!!!

let's not mourn the baldy he was useless anyway-

Valid crash out.

HE CALLED FOR ATHENA OMG THIS POOR GUY DUDE

YEAH GO HELP HIM ATHENA!!!

Wtf are the god games

Oh she asking for Zeus's help okay

Bro, your kid is asking for your help, and you wanna make it a game fuck off-

YAY WE ACTUALLY GET TO SEE APOLLO OMG

Okay, so, she has to convince all of them to help save Odysseus and then they'll let him off Calypso's Island cool awesome fun-

Imma do this in sections wait

Apollo

Love the vocals omg? Bro mad about the sirens. OMG HE DIDNT EVEN CARE ONCE HE FOUND OUT THE SIRENS WERE FINE😭 BRO SAID "TF AM I HERE FOR"

Hephaestus

Yeah valid reasoning very valid

LMAO HE DOESNT SOUND ARSED TO ARGUE WITH HER I LOVE THAT-

Aphrodite

Oh I love her

No I don't never mind.

Ehhh.

Ares

LMAO COMING TO BACK UP HIS WIFE AND ANNOY HIS SISTER I SEE YOU ARES!!!

I kinda love him

Oh oh rapping okay get it get it

AYE DONT DISS TELEMACHUS-

Yes Athena get his ass.

Lmao the simultaneous response between him and Aphrodite what a power couple honestly. Love Ares.

Hera

AHHHH LOVE HER

Lmao she's low-key on Athena's side she just wants a good reason. She's here for fun.

LMAO SHE WAS CONVINCED BY THE LACK OF CHEATING THATS SO AMAZING-

Zeus

Oh he being scary.

DONT YELL AT HER???

Bro don't get pissy because you lost

(LMAO ALL OF THE OTHERS LOOKIM AT ZEUS LIKE "UH WTF-")

GET UP ATHENA GET YOUR ASS UP-

GET UP GIRL PLEASE😭

YESSSSS LADY ATHENA!!!

LISTEN TO YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER ZEUS??? WHY ARE YOU ACTUVELY HURTING HER??? YOU BITCH-

Oh not fucking Calypso again please-

YEAH HES LEAVING GOOD FOR YOU ODY!!!

Shut up bro nobody likes you

CAME ON TOO STRONG!? YOU FUCKING ASSAULTED HIM YOU WORTHLESS BITCH???

Oh NOW you'll say you were wrong huh? What's up with assholes apologising far too late in this fucking musical???

I do hate you yes.

Bro BE sorry for loving him??? HE HATES YOU AND HE HAS EVERY RIGHT TOO-

ODY DONT FEEL FUCKING BAD FOR HER? DONT TRY AND COMFORT HER??

Okay sad backstory, yeah, but that doesn't really excuse you assaulting him now does it, Calypso?

STOP GUILT TRIPPING HIM YOU MANIPULATIVE BITCH-

IS THIS NOT ABUSE??? IS THIS NOT ABUSE???

He should hate you and he has every right to hate you because you're a fucking bitch-

"Ehememememe I have all these negative emotions so it's your problem now EHMEMEMEMEMEEM" that's all I hear right now-

ODY NO! DONT TRY TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER?? WHERE'S THE BEAST GONE?? WHERE'S THE MONSTER??? STOP IT!!!

I HATE THIS WHOLE SEGMENT AND NOBODY CAN EVER MAKE ME LIKE CALYPSO IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM! ARGUE WITH THE WALL!

Ain't no way he's getting all the way back to Ithica on a fucking raft😭🙏

HERMES IS FUCKING BACK WITH THE WIND BAG WHAT AN ICON!!!

HIS STUPID FUCKING LAUGH OH GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-

Can I just mention how amazing Hermes would be at hosting a circus? Like je would fucking love the greatest showman

STOP BECAUSE HES GENUINELY ACTUALLY ROOTING FOR ODYSSEUS HERE LIKE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH MAN

Do. Not. Open. That. Fucking. Bag. I swear if this bag opens I'm suing SOMEBODY-

This song is such a bop btw

AHSGDHSKDHDGW I LOVE HIMMMMM

Love how he's low-key shit talking a sea monster

OKAY DONT GET CARRIED AWAY ODY PLEASE JUST THINK FUCKING LOGICALLY YOURE MAKING ME NERVOUS-

YAY HE CAN SEE ITHICA!!!

WHY THE FUCK CANT WE JUST LET THIS FUCKER BE HAPPY FOR LIKE TWO MINITES? POSEIDON FUCK OFF-

DO NOT GET IN THE FUCKING WATER-

Oh maybe get in the water actually...

AYE DO NOT THREATEN TELEMACHUS AND PENELOPE???

POSEIDON YOU HEARTLESS FUCK

Lmao he's really trying to reason with Lord Poseidon, get it ig-

LMAO ITS OKAY ODY YOU WERE SO CLOSE KEEP TRYING BUDDY

OKAY POSEIDON CHILL CHILL CHILL-

ODYSSEUS NOOOOOO

STOP. GIVING ME. POLITES. FLASHBACKS. PLEASE BRO-

BRO CMON YOU CANT DIE NOW-

OH? OH OKAY HE GETTIN BACK UP!!!

WHY THE FUCK IS HE FLYING WHAT IS GOING ON-

Oh damn was he just empowered by like three different gods???😭

Oh he screaming okay-

GET HIM ODY!!!

OH DAMN DID HE JUST KILL POSEIDON??

Oh he didn't okay.

HE OPENED THE BAG??? ODYSSEUS WHY???

Oh he threatening him-

OH- NOT THE TORTURE!

HES REALLY TORTURING A GOD FUCKING HELL-

BRO JUST TORTURED A LITERAL GOD TO GET HOME OH JESUS-

"Next to my wife" COLDEST LINE IN FUCKING CINEMATIC HISTORY- YES ODYSSEUS GO AND GET EM TIGER!!!!

Oh we back in the Palace okay

PENELOPE YOU WILL NOT CHOOSE A SUITOR BRO-

PENELOPE YOURE AMAZING DONT CRY I LOVE YOU-

I KNEW SHE WAS A BADASS!!!

NO DONT SET AN ACTUAL CHALLENGE FOR THEM PENELOPE THEY HAVE PLOT ARMOUR-

STOP GIRL DONT CRY YOURE SO STRONG WERE ALL SO PROUD OF YOU HONEY!!!

NO, YOU HEARD THE QUEEN, IF YOU CANT STRING THE FUCKING BOW THEN YOURE USELESS AND SHE HATES YOU SO FUCK OFF!

FUCK. OFF. STUPID. UGLY. BASTARD. I WISH SOMEONE WOULD HOLD YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU FOR FUCK SAKE-

STOP- NO- LEAVE TELEMACHUS ALONE YOU FUCKING FREAKS FUCK OFF I HATE THIS DONT YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON THAT BOY!!!

SLIT WHOS THROAT?? I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF-

WHAT EVEN IS THIS GUYS NAME??? FUCK OFF YOU FREAK NOBODY LIKES YOU-

IF YOU TOUCH PENELOPE IM GONNA FEED YOU TO THE CYCLOPS-

EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW I CANT EVEN JOKE ABOUT THIS THATS JUST FUCKING DISGUSTING???

OH ODYSSEUS IS HERE? FINALLY!!

HES DEAD! YES! OLAY PENELOPE AND TELEMACHUS ARENT HURT WE'RE GOOD!

TELL THEM ODY!!!

KILL THEM ALL!! 600 STRIKES PER FUCKER!!!

HES BAAAAAACK!!!

yall ever play hide and seek in the dark? Yeah that's what this is to me-

HUNT THEM DOWN ODY!!!

FUCK YES ODYSSEUS!!!

NOT THIS FUCKER TRYING TO SWEET TALK ODYSSEUS SIT YO ASS DOWN AND TAKE THIS ARROW BITCH-

"Open arms insteaaaa-" "No :/" FUCK YEAH ODY!!!

YESSSS ODY

OH IT WAS TELEMACHUS!!! FUCK YES BUDDY!!!

OH YOU COWARDS LEAVE THE KID ALONE

YOU WILL NOT ALL ATTACK THE LRINCE FUCK OFF-

FUCK THEM UP TELEMACHUS!!! YOUVE GOT THIS!!!

ODY TO THE RESCUE FUCK YES

MERCY???

KILL THEM ALL ODY!!!

SCREAMMMMMM COWARDSSSSS

AAAAHHHH THEY FINALLY MEET THE FATHER AND SON OMG YAY-

Oh buddy😭

I'll be too busy sobbing to react to this part so uhhh yeah

See, this is why I can't watch father and son things because I genuinely do just start sobbing. I'm not joking, there's tears streaming down my neck it's really annoying me actually-

OH YAY ATHENA IS BACK FUCK YES!!!

GO AND SEE YOUR WIFE ODYSSEUS!!!

Wait I don't like that song title I thought they were already madly in love??? THEY STAYED IN LOVE NO??? IF I CRY AGAIN IM MAKING IT EVERYONES PROBLEM-

YES ITS REALLY HIM TF-

YES YOU ARE ODY FUCK OFF.

ODYSSEUS FUCK OFF STOP BEING STUPID YOURE STILL HER LOVING HUSBAND STOP IT😭

SHUT UP STOP MAKING THINGS HARDER JUST BE IN LOVE-

YOU WANT HIM TO TAKE AWAY YOUR FUCKING WEDDING BED??? PENELOPE ITS A TREE THATS NAILED INTO THE FUCKING GROUND ALSO WHY THE FUCK-

Oh wait she was just testing if it was him oh my god my heart stop fuck off I'll cry-

STOP SHE'S SO IN LOVE WITH HIM IM GONNA CRYYYY-

OH MY FUCKING GOD KILL ME NOW DUDE MY HEARTTTTT

Okay so uhhhh

Verdict: Masterpiece, absolutely loved it, never getting over Polites, Hermes is an icon and I love him, and this might be the topic of all my solitudious discussions for the next like month or so-

Okay it's half three in the morning GOODNIGHT-

[yourlittlegoblin]

{Awkwardly Yours} Cyno x Reader

Yall wish me luck that I don't suck at school. I need to be an academic weapon not an academic victim this year. Best of wishes to all my other fellow students and I will see you all in the next update!!

Cyno is down bad but like in his own awkward way

He tries to impress you with jokes, but half the time they’re so bad you don’t know whether to laugh or groan or crawl into a grave

“You must be a five-star card, because you’re always on my mind.” Cue him staring at you waiting for a reaction

When he realizes he has a crush, he just… stares at you for a solid minute like he’s trying to process a complex strategy

Tighnari and Kaveh notice immediately. Tighnari sighs. Kaveh just watches in secondhand embarrassment.

Oh and Alhaitham talks to you in front of him just to piss him off occasionally-

Anyways-

He accidentally gets way too competitive when playing TCG with you. If he loses, he acts normal on the outside but is internally spiraling. If he wins, he immediately regrets it because he wanted you to have fun

He lowkey starts gatekeeping you from other players. “Oh, you want to duel them? Are you sure? I mean, I could teach you better strategies…”

Oh shit I can see it in my head and it lowkey kinda making me grin like the little shit that I am

His love language is low-effort but endearing. He’ll place a Sumpter Beast plushie next to your usual seat at a card shop, claiming it “reserves” your spot

If you ever laugh at one of his puns, congratulations. You’ve made his entire week- no- year- fuck it you made his entire lifetime

One day, he blurts out, “You’re like my favorite deck.” You ask what he means, and he just mumbles, “Balanced… powerful… impossible to replace…” before practically speed-walking away

He starts "casually" showing up wherever you are. If you're at the Grand Bazaar, he's suddenly “on patrol.” If you’re at the Akademiya, he's "just passing through." Tighnari is this 🤏 close to staging an intervention

He offers to teach you how to play TCG, even if you already know. If you’re a beginner, he goes full mentor mode, explaining every mechanic with laser focus. If you’re experienced, he gets adorably flustered when you counter his moves

He may be a bit turned on if you win a couple times in a row

At some point, Dehya pulls you aside and just straight-up asks if you realize he likes you. When you say you’re not sure, she groans. “He literally lets you win in TCG. Do you know how serious that is?”

The moment he decides to confess, he goes full-on strategist mode

He plans everything meticulously… and then completely goes off the tracks by panicking at the last second

Ends up abandoning ship for the third time this month

His grand confession?

It happens over a TCG match. He carefully selects his cards, makes his move, then—without looking up—blurts out, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

The silence that follows is so long he starts internally regretting everything. But the moment you say yes, he stiffens, nods very seriously, and then plays his next card like nothing happened

You question yourself after

Later when Tighnari asks how it went Cyno just crosses his arms and says “It was an easy victory.”

But internally? He’s fucking thriving

[levissslutt]

𝔹𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤

It is now late afternoon. You and Ashanti talked for hours in the dining hall, until they closed for dinner, about nothing in particular. You were tempted to tell her about whats going on, but considering the age difference and the fact that he's a professor, and well some more obvious reasons, like he's apart of a fucking gang, you decided against it.

Gathering the trash you cleaned up the table and headed back to your dorm rooms.

"I'll see you later Shanti, text me ok?."

"I will" she yelled back.

As you got back in your room you immediately stripped and hopped in the shower.

After doing your shower routine and daily TED talk you got out. You checked your phone seeing you had a text from Toji. "Meet me outside when you see this pretty girl :)."

"He's 40 years old and text like that, oh boy."

30 minutes later, you finally walked out to his car. "Goddamn it took you long enough." You smiled at him, "but don't I look cute?". His eyes flickered to your bare legs and back to your eyes. He smirked. "Don't be weird, I was talking about my shoes."

"Yea whatever." He chuckled, driving off.

"I ordered take out, so we can take it back to my place, is that ok?". You nodded, "I didn't have a preference anyways". You noticed his different attire, not realizing he had so many tattoos. As he drove you studied him, his broad shoulders, his stern expression, his light green eyes, his jawline, my god he's so fine.

"You checking me out?"

You forgot people know you're looking at them, oh god that's embarrassing. "Maybe" you mumbled, turning to look out the window.

He found that quite amusing. Truth be told he didn't mind one bit.

Fifteen minutes later yall arrived at the restaurant. "I'll be right back", he says.

Sitting in the passenger seat you notice how nice his car is. "I know for a fact he did not buy this car on his college professor salary." You were getting antsy so you decided to look in the glove compartment. Rule of thumb, you'll find out a lot about a person by whats in their glove compartment.

Your dad taught you that. You opened that shit and sitting neatly in there was a pistol, very much worn out . "The hell..." Toji opened the door to find you holding it. You turned and pointed it at him. "Pew pew."

"Kid what the hell are you doing?". "I found your pistol, why do you have this?". "Better question is why do you have it?", he asked getting in the car. "Even better question, why do you know what kind of gun that is?". You smiled, "Lucky guess". He could tell he knew you were familiar with the deadly item from the way you were holding it."I know you're lying" he said, "but I guess there are some things we are both lying about."

You tilted your head, smiling at him. "You're right, for starters, I know you didn't buy this car on a college professor salary". He lets out a snort as he pulls out of the parking lot. He knew your dad probably taught you any and everything there is to know about weapons and hand to hand combat.

He was one of those paranoid people who took precautions on everything, like picking your school...and teaching his only child combat that you would never actually need.

The thought of him just so happening to work at this school didn't seem like such a coincidence anymore. You knew nothing was wrong or anything or that you weren't in any danger, but you have dreams about this mystery man who plays with guns with your dad, and now he just so happens to work at this unknown ass school in the middle of buttfuck? Uh uh.

You looked at him. "Hmm?" he hums. " My dad sent you here?"

"Sharp as hell aren't you?" You called that shit, sneaky bastard. "Well it wasn't that hard to put two and two together." However there was absolutely no way in hell you were telling him about those dreams, fuck no.

Y'all arrived at his house, it was fucking huge. "Just you?." He trailed behind you to the front door. "Uh yea, why?"

"People who have huge houses, and it's only them living there, either are sex addicts or kill people for a living."

He scoffed at you, not saying anything. He then gave you his key to unlock the door, so he wouldn't drop the food. You stepped inside and looked around. To the right was the kitchen and past that the dining room. To your left was the living room and directly in front of you was a huge double sided stair case. It was cute however nothing matched. "Your decor is god awful."

"Look here little girl you don't have to comment on every little thing."

Ignoring the maniac in front of you you stepped around him in disbelief. "Your couch is in the middle of the floor, are you ok?" He set the food down and made himself comfortable. "I cannot believe I'm being insulted by a mf half my age." You laughed, "I wasn't all that serious it isn't that bad."

It actually was, but he seemed a little embarrassed so you dropped it, it wasn't exactly empty just nothing matched and everything was in odd places.

Shaking your head at the mans layout you made your way over to where he was in his kitchen. The kitchen however was kind of cute, it had a marble gray backsplash behind the stove with matching dish clothes, and decor. You smiled at yourself in the vast improvement but spared him another sly remark.

He made our plates as you sat across from him at the dining table. "Why did he send you here." You waisted no time.

"Straight to it huh?". You nodded, you were curious to know how the hell we got here, considering you didn't even know he existed 48 hours ago.

Well you had heard the name before, but nonetheless the man in front of you was otherwise a stranger to you. Besides those dreams of course.

"I don't work for him if that's what you're thinking, more like I work with him."

"Is that not the same thing?", you asked through a mouthful of food. "No, see he isn't my boss. I am my own boss, with my own men." You were utterly confused. "But you all are apart of the same gang, so how do you not work for him?"

"Like I said Im my own boss with my own men." He said this slowly looking at you through unreadable eyes.

You leaned back in your chair a bit. "Wait I remember now, I forget about that sometimes." The Black Panthers are the gang they are all in. More widely known as The Tags. Your dad is the leader, he's the founder and runs pretty much everything, You didn't know how you forgot, but besides your dad there are other founding members Gojo, Nanami, Nico, Worick, and of course Toji. Including your dad thats six men and they all run their own regiments.

He kept you completely separate from that life, like completely. Growing up he didn't even keep weapons in the house. The only one of them you'd met was of course your uncle Gojo who damn near raised you with your dad, however Toji was a name that had many stories behind it, hence why you'd heard the name but never met the man, as if they had time to anyways.

The tags are just that damn big. Well over ten thousand men in each group. You've never met Nico, Nanami, or Worick. You grew up around Gojo, and obviously you never met Toji until today. There's a reason you never really met them. Toji watches you closely as you eat and analyze everything slowly.

"I see your gears moving." Toji said. "I just don't get why he has you working at the uni, aren't you all too busy for that."

"You're sharp, but not that bright."

"Fuck you ." He got up and walked over to me. Leaning his weight on both hands on the side of the table. "Im one of the founding members of your dads gang and you think Im here at your school for no reason? You said it yourself earlier."

" Well yea I was just thinking you wouldn't be here unless something was wrong-"

And then it clicked. Something was wrong so very very wrong. Even though earlier you had ruled that out, you ere very wrong.

His eyes shifted to the floor, his facade fading.

" Geto is missing."

Your breathe caught in your throat. Your words came out in a whisper eyes flickering to the tall man. " What do you mean he's missing."

"I didn't mean to stall like this or drop it on you like that because we have reasons to believe he's fine, we just haven't been able to get in contact with him, and in the case this was ever to happen I was to look after you."

He looked sincere when he spoke I know they wouldn't lie about his wellbeing, but he might still be holding something back. As soon as that thought crossed your mind "did Gojo know" you blurted out.

He looked conflicted, again like he was holding something back.

"That's not my place to s-"

You cut him off no longer in the mood to eat.

" Did he know Toji?" You asked again raising your voice.

His shoulders dropped " yea."

Why the fuck would he not tell you something like that.

The two of you talked for bout an hour after that conversation. He felt really bad about the whole situation considering you didn't know anything and were kept out of the loop. After drilling him for more answers you calmed a bit realizing Gojo couldn't say anything.

"Do you want to watch a movie?", he asked. Trying to ease the tension. "Answer one more question and then I will watch a movie with you", "hit me" he says as he leans back in his chair.

"Can you go back over your lecture from earlier?" You questioned with a smile.

He returned the same toothy grin " Sure pretty girl, but next time you ought to pay attention and not stare off into space."

He briefly explained some important points from earlier and ended with " But don't worry well be talking about this subject for a few weeks you'll have plenty of time to grasp it, and Im not giving you exceptions you better do your damn work."

" Well yes sir" You half heartedly saluted at him.

The entire time you'd been with him he thought you didn't notice, but just as you were checking him out in the car ride he was doing the same to you, a lot more subtly, though. He loved the way your hair fell to your mid back, you had locs and the ones in the front where a bit shorter causing you to constantly tuck them behind your ears, or even when a few locs fell into your eyes and you'd shift them away was mesmerizing to him for some reason.

You had piercings taking up each side of your ear damn near leaving no room, as well as a brow piercing with a few more jewelry pieces in your face. He wondered where else you had piercings.

To Toji you looked nothing like your father, but every bit of your late mother was there in the flesh. He'd never in 100 million years and then some, admit this, but way way back in the day when him and your dad first met, he had actually hit it off with your mom, but she picked Geto in the end. He'd never let it all the way go and even at his big age had never been in a serious relationship.

The thoughts where lingering in the back of his head as he moved into the living room watching your every move.

You decided to watch Twilight, your favorite movie. It was the scene were Bella was playing baseball with Edwards family. You were sitting next to him on the miss-placed couch when your phones buzzed. You looked at the notification, "oh fuck yea" you said, "the hell?" Toji muttered. Classes had been cancelled until further notice. "Thats some shady shit", the man next to you said."

"Welp that means we are having a sleepover." You announced.

"You can't just invite yourself to stay the night at other peoples houses." Toji says as he leans back into the couch resting his arm on the back, manspread.

"Why not, it isn't like you're going to say no".

He chuckled and pulled you closer, "true".

The action made you freeze, but he didn't shift any further than that so you eventually relaxed into his side.

The movie finished, but it was only 9 pm.  "Hey where's your bathroom I want to take a shower", "hold on i'll show you and I'll get you some clothes". He walked you to his bathroom and then left to find something comfortable you could wear. You folded your clothes up on the counter and stepped in the steaming shower after letting it run for a few seconds. He came back in the bathroom shortly after holding some clothes for you.

"I realized I'm like 3 times your size, so I brought you a t-shirt and some fuzzy socks that I can't fit." You laughed softly at the thought of this scary looking man having fuzzy socks, then again you can never go wrong with some fuzzy socks, "I appreciate it."

It did not go unnoticed all he gave you was a shirt and some dam socks.

You were shocked to see the kind of products he bathes with. Usually men bathe with all purpose cleaner. You can use that shit to clean a truck engine. But he had mostly dove products. And that aromatherapy body wash from bath and body works. He had a lip scrub too, thats so cute.

You washed and stepped out, greeted with a fluffy blue towel and the clothes Toji put on the counter for you. The other clothes from earlier were gone. He left a travel size lotion and deodorant you could use. You finished your business and stepped out to find Toji sprawled out on his bed.

It was a king, but his big ass took up the entire bed. "You done brat?"

"Yea I thought you fell asleep on me." He rolled over on his back "I may be old, but I can hang." He motioned for you to come closer. You got up on the bed and sat on his lap facing him.

He froze much like how you did on the couch earlier. His eyes flickered something dark that made you shift. " Bold of you sweetheart."

You weren't about to back down now. " Seeing how far you'll let me go." He was staring right through you. Not saying a word. Most people in this situation would be uncomfortable, but his eyes, those damn eyes gave you butterflies. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

That lip scrub does its job cause his lips are so damn soft. You kiss him back scooting closer to him, wanting to feel all of his warmth. His hands slide down to your hips, not breaking the kiss. You cup his cheeks and deepen the kiss as he slides his hand under your shirt, hands resting on your bare skin. His touch sent chills down your spine. You wanted more, but before you got what you wanted he broke the kiss, leaning back a bit. Giving you that same look from earlier only with more lust. His eyes flickered with passion.

"Marry me."

[followthebluebell]

Hey, yall get a lot of ragdolls going through your rescue. Have any of them had the uterine aplasia and/or Renal agenisis thing? We recently had a ragdoll kitten come through work with both and I'm fascinated by it. Do the ones with Renal agenisis have changes in their bloodwork? Do they have shorter lifespans?

I haven't seen either of those with any of my ragdolls! Honestly the biggest problems I've got with my ragdolls have been FIP and parasites.

Most of my ragdolls arrived unaltered (ie, unspayed/unneutered), but my surgeon didn't comment on 'hey, guess what fucked up thing I found in your cats' uterus this time'. I feel like a missing uterine horn would have come up at some point. Some of them were spayed before being transferred to me, so perhaps some of them were missing a uterine horn. Most of the ragdolls in this line reportedly have smaller litters (2-3 kittens) and I know one of them failed to carry any litters at all before she was spayed.

Most of my ragdolls have had bloodwork done. Most of our attention was on the a/g ratio since FIP was our biggest concern, but I didn't see any major signs of kidney malfunction nor did their vet comment on it. Bloodwork from cats with renal agenisis is usually pretty normal, though; the remaining kidney is often working double duty for the missing one. Just like humans, cats can survive with one functional kidney c: It's usually discovered by complete accident, when getting scanned for other conditions.

I can't actually find a lot of info on how this affects their longevity, tbh. I can only theorize that they'll probably be just fine right up until they get to the age where they begin to develop renal disease. I suspect it would progress more quickly in a cat with one functioning kidney.

[blond3ang3l]

Modern day! Kenpachi headcanons

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African American! Kenpachi

Kenpachi is definitely a boxer, freshly retired from being undefeated. He spent 20+ years doing all types of fighting until he landed on boxing in the last decade in is career. He absolutely loved beating niggas the fuck up. No other reason, he just liked to fight.

Originally from down south, specifically Texas. And when I say country I mean country farm boy. Growing up going to rodeos and living on a farm country. He absolutely loves everything about farm life as he feels it made him the man he was and helped him gain his knowledge on h what real work was since he would have to wake up at dawn to help his parents. Despite not living in the country in years he still has a thick southern twang that isn’t going anywhere ever.

Barely waits a year before proposing to you. Doesn’t care at all about how people think the age gap between you. The man was already sixty and you were less than half his age, why wait to put a ring on your finger? Beside if you thought you colluded be with any other man after being with him you were surely mistaken.

Gave you a BIG ass ring. Like that shit is heavy cause he is loaded. Not a regular diamond on your ring either, he gave you his birthstone because he didn’t know it until he got with you and one of you guys conversation during your first date was about bbirthstones.

You adopted yachiru with him and he is absolutely smitten with seeing you care for her. Watching you parent her fills him with a lot of emotion because e never saw himself as a domestic type. His little girl is completely obsessed with you and you quickly became her favorite reason ever besides him of course.

Owns a bunch of Sanrio clips because Yachiru is completely obsessed with she loves to have you put them in is hair since its so long. You have so many pictures with him, his hair full of my melody and Pochaco. He lets her pick out whatever hairstyles she wants him to wear.

Speaking of his hair he never cuts his hair at all and lets it grow,except on the sides. Band on the sides he gets our initials shaved in every single time.

Now yall know I love a nigga with tattoos and he is no exception. Of course has your name three times to be exact. One on his bicep, one on his chest, and the last one is your initials above his eyebrow.

He loves doing the silly little couple tik tok trends with you. His absolute favorite was letting you tie a pink ribbon around his bicep and taking a picture of his around you.

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I have so many more so expect a part two

@wintrrxxo

[angelflms]

oh boy. guess i have something to say about CK after all. get ready. it's gonna be a fucking doozy because ima bout to piss off so many people.

yall cared wayyyy too much about robby (this is coming from a robby lover).

for a cheesy, straightforward show, some of y'all didn't understand its tropes at all. or at least what it was trying to tell you, especially when it comes to the roles miguel and robby are supposed to be in.

miguel has been and always will be the show's karate kid. he was supposed to be the daniel of the story, hell even GQ just said it in an article about the show recently. robby was always supposed to be a johnny-like foil to miguel. the thing is that the show tries to bamboozle you into thinking otherwise because of who's training them, how they're trained, and how they act because of the type of training they're initially recieved.

yes, miguel acts very similar to johnny in the show. yes most of the og TKK call backs they make with him are in relation to johnny, but he is the underdog character. you know how everyone expected johnny to win in TKK because he was a fucking champ and such. it's almost like how we as an audience for awhile assume that robby is gonna be the final end all champ of the series. but just like with johnny, we're proven wrong. it's just that the bullet was in a different gun this time. it's the one in the ck gi who won this time.

idk why people get so mad over miguel's victories when it was always supposed to be him that was gonna win. the show is called cobra kai for a reason, therefore, the final winner of the show is gonna be someone from that dojo. it only makes sense. and since the main karate kid that started off the show was a ck member originally, surprise! he's gonna be the final victor of the show.

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now im seeing a lot of hatred towards johnny's character, again because of robby. now yes, johnny was a fucking horrible dad. and as a girl who's bio dad is a piece of shit like johnny was and has never been in my life (even started a business similar in the world as johnny's), i understand robby's dad pain a lot, even more so than miguel's.

but what you don't understand is that cobra kai is a show about generational pain. generational trauma. generational grief. generational hurt. the whole story revolves around pain that started 30 years prior (even further if you bring up kreese). the show also is about breaking the cycle once brought upon you to better the future for those who look up to you.

johnny is close to miguel because he was his second chance at being a better father figure to him. he didn't expect that he would get robby back in his life the way he did (robby literally told him to rightfully stay away) so he focused heavily on miguel and his family. now once he and robby reconciled, it was a huge breaking the circle moment because johnny lawrence is a victim of physical and verbal child abuse from both his step-dad, sid and his father figure, kreese. kreese was to johnny what he is to robby, but less abusive. and robby was to kenny what johnny was to him, but robby eventually broke the cycle, something that johnny was able to eventually do himself.

that emotional scene between johnny and kreese wasn't just emotional but kreese's final moment of realization that he was a horrible man and father figure to johnny. he hurt him so bad that he couldn't be a normal human being, which in turn caused him to be an absentee parent to robby. not saying that it's okay but it's understandable. not getting that johnny is a broken person just ruins the whole point of the show's point of generational pain, something the show is nearly spoon feeding the audience to.

yes johnny is horrible as a father, but damn it the man didn't have a father figure as a model. all of his figures were abusive, absentee drunks who never saw his potential. that was a norm for him.

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ive said many times that y'all talk wayyyyy too much shit about miguel for no reason. and the way this season ended and how much y'all are upset, im starting to look at a lot of you in a side-eyed way. like his character arc is poorly written but that's not his fault. the writers hate him i feel. look i love robby and i hated the way he went out but at the end of the day, you need to understand that he wasn't gonna be the final guy. maybe i think too much in terms of the nuances of shows but i'd like to think this was the most straightforward show about fighting out there. like there wasn't much of a hidden message as they told you what they were. maybe yall are too lost in the fact that y'all care so much about robby that you don't care. maybe im missing something as i have only been in the fandom for over a year. or maybe y'all just subconsciously racist atp because the hatred miguel and xolo get for no reason is beyond me.

but i will give everyone this: the show's writing sucks.

they didn't know how to write certain characters and i feel like it was due to wanting to please everyone because i remember the death threats this fandom threw towards so many people during the lockdown days. but the show genuinely can go past surface level shit and it sucks. i wrote a whole thing dedicated to how miguel's storyline should've went post-coma because honestly they fucked his character up BIG time. but at the end of the day, i do think, even with good writing, he deserved that ending. i just wished everyone else agreed.

[staylovesmiley]

Hi, can I please request soft + hard bf hyunjin thoughts please? He’s bias wrecking me so hard atm

Listen I feel you- no matter what album I get at least one pc is ALWAYS Hyunjin (he wants me sooo bad ig even though he’s my partner’s bias lol)

We’ll start with soft first~

Hyune is….now say it with me- a romantic heheh I’ve said before I think he would be all for classic forms of romance like showing up at your place with flowers or having them sent to you with a very sweet note, holding the door open for you always, he would paint you or both of you together and gift it to you, write you romantic letters while he is away on tour and mail them to you~

I also think he would keep a journal filled with date ideas he wants to take you on, or maybe couples trips he wants to take with you. This boy would also try his best to cook romantic dinners for the two of you whenever he could. He’s not the best cook but he isn’t awful and he really is trying his best-

We all know how much this man loves physical affection as well~ he would be aaaallll over you- just…imagine all those times he’s hugging and annoying Innie with skinship?? Or Felix? Or literally any other member? Yeah that but waayyy worse lol he takes pda as a personal challenge and the other members are constantly shouting at the two of you to “get a room!” Heheheh

Now for the hard thoughts….

I just know this man is a lil freaky- come on….red lights?? TASTE??? He gives me submissive top energy for real- like….yeah he’s the one on top but you are in control mhm mhm

Loves when you tie him up and ride him, or put a leash on him and tug on it as he fucks into you. I also feel like he is a slut for like….soft, possessive degradation?? Like- call him your pretty little slut and he is absolute putty in your hands

I think on the rare occasions he is feeling more dominant it’s not as freaky?? I think when it comes to giving he is the opposite and is all about sweet words and praise. He definitely loves missionary most cause he loves to watch your face or bury his in your neck so he can smell the traces of your perfume and your hair care products. He is big on smells and bro same so I feel like he would be obsessed with complimenting how good you smell while he’s fucking you. He would do this in more sfw situations too, like hugging or cuddling, but especially during sex.

He can get a lil animalistic with it sometimes, a lil desperate the closer he gets to finish and I feel like he is a whimperer. Definitely a growler have yall seen that video with Risabae??? He would grunt and growl when he’s concentrating really hard on making sure you finish first mhm mhm 100%

[aloysarrow]

I think what bothers me about the new ZZZ skins is that two out of the three are less quality than the original skins. One shouldn't even be a skin for sale, like it should be a skin you can obtain for free if you have the unit (which I don't, I skipped Ellen and I don't especially want her anyway).

Like look at this shit lol:

These are the new skins. In my humble woman opinion (because yall know that women gacha players get no say in the aesthetics of gacha /s), only Nicole's actually is worth going for, and it's the fucking free skin you can get by just playing the game.

Astra's original skin:

vs Astra's premium skin? The premium skin's only crime is that it's a loss in color, but it's still less dynamic than her original and there's nothing really new about it. As great as ZZZ has been with their some of their character models and how they move and some of the women's different body sizes (it's hoyo, tho, they don't do size thats not slimthic or straight up child), what? Astra couldn't even get a new hair design? Lol. Lame and lazy.

You know what's even more lame and fucking lazy?

Ellen Joe's alt "premium" skin you can pay for vs her original:

I'm actually so glad I don't have Ellen, but even if I don't, wtf is this shit? It's her npc skin, yall.

I'd be mad as HELL if I liked Ellen, snd then saw that the MULTI. BILLION. DOLLARS. COMPANY. didn't give even a single fuck to give her something, anything, other than her npc skin.

I just can't believe that this is what we have to look forward to. Like, seriously, at least Nicole's (the free 4 star with the currently free skin) is actually really nice looking. But if all the premium 5 star skins are this thoughtless, then I'm guaranteeing right now that ZZZ won't even last the hypothesized two years before it turns to shit - it has started now.

[quasi-normalcy]

#not to sound like a simpleton#i know dying empires reach for wars of foreign invasion to maintain themselves#but i have felt so crazy for a month now because like. greenland and canada are not for sale#there's a guy in congress right now writing up a proposal to buy greenland but there's no fucking mechanism for that#what's the plan stan#how we gonna integrate canada#but also yall don't even want to washington dc or puerto rico as states???? because they'd be too blue????#what the fuck do yall want with canada#(is it oil? is that it?)

It's so Trump can look at a map and see that America's really big. That's literally all that it is.

At the risk of sounding chuavinistic, I do honestly think that no one's quite as good at dragging America as Canadians. Quote:

Trump has promised to return America to its traditional way of life—and, to be fair, losing wars of occupation is traditional for the United States.

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That’s why America wins every battle and loses every war. They can perform military actions perfectly but they can’t recognize the ultimate consequences of those actions. War, for them, is a kind of hobby. They only enjoy it on foreign soil, when the stakes are on the other side. [...] September 11 was the most successful military action of the 21st century exactly because it exploited American vulnerability toward spectacles of violence in their homeland. The Americans played right into their enemies’ hands after a single attack. Their foreign policy decisions in the subsequent decade could not have been more self-defeating if Osama Bin Laden had been dictating them. American foreign policy operates on a combination of extraordinary technical facility and fundamental stupidity; this may be their defining trait as a nation.

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We should fear American weakness rather than strength. And America has never been weaker in our lifetimes. It is barely in a condition to defend itself, or even to understand when it is being attacked. Sometime in the next four years, America’s enemies, rather than its allies, will pick their moment and pop the United States like a balloon. All it will take is a pinprick.