#like yes violence is wrong and saying mean things and throwing shit is wrong.

[wonderjanga]

Was wondering about for your post 'captain is a terrible dad' if junior somehow convinces the league through the power of misunderstanding that 'billy' is the newest actual baby of the family? Like maybe tim is talking to junior about his younger siblings(damian stabbing him or smth), and Junior tells him about Billy and since they never heard about him before they think marvel just had another baby? Even worse if you also include the au where people think Marvel and Adam are exes and they think Marvel got close to him again?

Ever since Tim learned about Marvel having a new kid, he’s been thinking about it nonstop. It’s been bugging him and he really wants to ask about it. The only problem? Every time he’s tried to approach Marvel to ask about it, something has question-blocked him.

Robin!Tim: “Marvel, can we talk?”

Marvel: “Sure, what’s up?” *smiles*

Robin!Tim: “Well-”

Marvel: *comm rings and he realizes it’s an emergency* “Sorry, I gotta go. We’ll talk later right?” *flies off*

Eventually, after a week of this, Tim finally got his chance in one of the watchtower’s kitchens.

Robin!Tim: “Marvel , can I ask you something?”

Marvel: “Sure, go ahead.” *stirring something in a bowl*

Tim had spent the past week practicing how the conversation would go, yet didn’t even think about how he would start it.

Robin!Tim: *just decides to rip off the band-aid* “Uh… Why do you keep having kids if you hate them?”

Marvel: *slowly stops stirring his bowl so he stop and stare incredulously*

Robin!Tim: “It’s- It’s the little things. Like the little looks of disgust when they say something a kid their age would say. Or like the blatant disregard you have for their safety. Or the threats of violence.”

Marvel: *puts the bowl down* “What-”

Robin!Tim: “Like isn’t it parenting 101 that you don’t tell your kid they should’ve been lobotomized??”

Marvel: *forgot he said that to Mary the other day* “Uh-”

Robin!Tim: “And then there’s the fact that if I asked, you wouldn’t even be able to tell me where even one of them are at this moment, would you? They could be kidnapped, or lost, or in some other deep shit and you wouldn’t even notice! I haven’t seen this level of negligence in anything other than my own parents, and they didn’t even notice their own child sneaking out at night to take pictures of Batman!”

Marvel: *sounds concerned* “You were neglected-”

Robin!Tim: *grabs a nearby stool, hops on, then stands on his tippy toes so he can look Marvel straight in the face* “And don’t get me started on Black Adam! Why in the world would you even want to get back with him??”

Marvel: *sounds horrified because that inplies they were together at some point* “Who told you that?”

Robin!Tim: “What do you mean who told me that?? It’s obvious to literally everyone!”

Marvel: *looks around as if looking for hidden cameras* “Is it though-”

Robin!Tim: “YES! It is. What on earth could you possibly see in him? There are literally multiple videos of him throwing both you and your kids through buildings.”

Marvel: *goes back to looking for the hidden cameras*

Robin!Tim: *continues his rant* “And then you decided to do the worse possible thing you could do in this situation which was bring in another kid?? What is wrong with you???”

Marvel: *a little speechless but finally gets something out without being cut off for the 50 millionth time* “What do you mean bring in another kid?”

Robin!Tim: “Billy!”

Marvel: “Billy??” *sounds more confused now*

Robin!Tim: “The baby!”

Marvel: “Wha…? Billy isn’t the baby, Darla is??”

Robin!Tim: “Who is Darla???”

Marvel: *realizes he said her actual name* “The purple one.”

Robin!Tim: “She has a name??” *just completely confused now* “Then who’s Billy??”

Marvel: “He’s just some kid that doesn’t have powers.”

Robin!Tim: “He’s not one of your kids…?”

Marvel: “No? I don’t have kids?”

Robin!Tim: “Then how are you related to Junior and Mary and all the other kids??”

Marvel: “We’re siblings? They have a mom and a dad, Robin.”

Robin!Tim: *pauses* “That still doesn’t excuse the fact that you let a bunch of preteens run around fighting crime on their own, unsupervised. Also why are you so much older than them if you’re siblings?”

Solomon: “Say they’re several thousands of years old.”

Marvel: “They’re all several thousands of years old. They’re not idiots. They can fight on their own. As for me? I’m several tens of thousands of years old.”

Robin!Tim: *dumbfounded*

Marvel: “Now what was this about being neglected by your parents?”

Marvel then proceeded to get Tim to trauma dump about his parents, about his vigilante life, and about everything else.

Robin!Tim: “I just can’t believe they didn’t notice!”

Marvel: “That’s terrible.” *hands him the bowl from earlier*

Robin!Tim: “I know!” *absent-minded, stirring of bowl*

By the way, I almost finished this and then lost all the progress so I had to redo all of this. If I hadn’t lost all the progress, it would’ve came out yesterday night. So unfortunately, you’re stuck with the shittier version of this post as I continue to ride off the waves of anger that I still feel boiling inside of me. Rewriting this post made me almost crash out at 12:35 in the morning.

[twisting-roads]

DEBUNKING COMMON RAIN WORLD MISINTERPRETATIONS

The target audience for this was for people who don't know too much about the game as well, so I'm going to explain things that a normal player might already know.

Rain World is known for how it simply throws you into the world with almost no tutorial, and is often praised for it.

But this lack of explanation if you do not go out of your way to find it has also lead to a lot of misinterpretations from those who did not read all the game’s available information, or misunderstood what they were being told. I used to watch some RW lore videos that would explain and summarize these things, and in the past I believed them.

I’ve since stopped doing that after having some time to actually process what I’ve been reading, and I’m here to say...

YOU ARE ALL WRONG ABOUT RAIN WORLD.

Ok, hyperbole. Not everyone believes these, and art can always be interpreted in different ways by different people, and I won’t stop you from having these beliefs. But also, there’s plenty of ingame content which completely disproves most of these unsubstantiated points from those who do not fully research the game before making videos about it.

Looking at you Tale Foundry…

The purpose of this is to pick apart some of the sadly far too common points I’ve heard many times before from Youtube videos, to Tumblr posts, to people I’ve spoken to on Discord.

Starting with my least favorite…

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“The 5 karma were seen as sinful”

Obvious westernization of a game based off fucking Buddhism aside, there’s no ingame text directly supporting this claim. There isn’t any that says otherwise, but we have good reason to believe this isn’t the case.

The 5 natural urges, as they’re sometimes called, were NATURAL. They were what bound you to the cycle. They never worsened your life or made you a terrible person should you keep following them, but an aspect of life on the same level as suffering or ecstasy.

Hey, I’ll break down the 5 karma and their meanings to show you that they're not just "sins"

I believe the natural urges have 2 different meanings: an animalistic one, and a more “human” one.

KARMA 1 This obviously represents violence, as you see one guy stabbing the other. I believe it also represents competition and intense emotions, For example: Artificer experiencing intense grief and lashing out in violence as a result. It was not the violence that started it, but her emotions. (Yes, its Downpour. But it’s a good point.)

KARMA 2

They’re having sex. They’re fucking. They’re- ok you get it. Karma 2 represents reproduction. But, I also believe it’s desire. Joyful bodily experiences, and such. The 2 figures seen here are in a much more playful pose than if they were simply doing this only to reproduce. No, they’re having fun.

KAMRA 3 Connection. Bonding with others. Yet also trade and personal belongings. Attachment to things that are not yourself.

KARMA 4 It’s mentioned ingame that this represents gluttony It’s overindulgence, you know. Similarly to karma 2, it can also be searching for fulfillment. I'm not particularly good at telling what the meaning of this could be.

KARMA 5 Self preservation. Self preservation can come in many forms, from an animal running away from a predator or somebody getting defensive after being accused of something or being threatened, this one is rather vague about its meaning.

I do this to show that the 5 urges have very NEUTRAL meanings. It being positive or negative is entire dependant on context. They’re not sinful, get out of here with that Catholic shit!

The 5 karmas have both positive, negative, and neutral contexts which they can fit into.

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“The ancients hated being alive”

The ancients simply hated the cycle itself and its unknowable properties, as well as being much more aware of things like karma and the urges. Rather, they valued being effortless to disconnect themselves from this cycle.

“This was an eternal dilemma to them - they were burdened by great ambition, yet deeply convinced that striving in itself was an unforgivable vice. They tried very hard to be effortless.” – Bright Green Pearl (DS)

Some practices did of course include things like starving yourself, but as mentioned by Moon, these methods proved to be mostly obsolete. Void Fluid fundamentally changed their culture from what we see. Rather, we do see the ancients enjoying life and valuing it in their own way, which is INCREDIBLY important to some of the games themes, but I’ll get into that later.

"[...]'In this vessel is the living memories of Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel, of the House of Braids[…] Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel nobly decided to ascend in the beginning of 1514.008, after graciously donating all (ALL!) earthly possessions to the local Iterator project (Unparalleled Innocence), and left these memories to be cherished by the carnal plane.The assorted memories and qualia include:Watching dust suspended in a ray of sun (Old age). Eating a very tasty meal (Young child). Defeating an opponent in a debate contest, and being applauded by fellow team members (Late childhood/Early adulthood).’...and the list goes on. I'm sorry, little creature, I won't read all of this - the list is six hundred and twenty items long.” – Deep Magenta (SH)

There’s quite a lot to pick apart here, I had to cut down some parts short, but even the cut parts have important details. Just not important enough for me to bring up here.

The Memory Crypts we see ingame are… well where memories are kept. The qualia (personalized experiences) is stored within these mutated fleshy neural organisms referred to as “cabinet beasts”. These of course, contain the “living memories” or qualia of those who have ascended. There are people smarter than me who have already covered these ideas of course, so I won't go TOO indepth.

The ancients greatly valued titles and achievements just as us. They still lived normal lives. As well as this, they valued personal experiences and memories of the carnal realm so much they built an entire citadel to store memories.

As we can see as well, Seventeen Axes has quite a lot of enjoyable memories from throughout their life. Eating nice food and winning a debate contest and getting validation from their peers? That sounds rather… complacent with the 3rd and 4th natural urges, doesn’t it?

I do not believe this screams “I hate being alive!” as much as people have made it out to be, and is honestly ruins part of the game’s messages of compassion and personalized experiences, especially in the game’s ending where Survivor dreams of home.

“You have no name. I once had! I was embalmed, adorned, readied for the journey. So proud. There was jubilation! My name was sung, loud and clear. Did they know? That I didn't quite leave, didn't quite stay? Should I be ashamed? That I linger here, where my memories are kept? Should I be ashamed that I now envy your flesh prison?” - Four Needles under Plentiful Leaves

This is leaning into personal theory territory, but...

I personally believe that the ancients were somewhat terrified of the unpredictability of the cycle and the fact that life would always have more suffering in it.

RW’s religion is heavily based off Buddhism. This is well known of course. The Cycle is a variation of Samsara. Now, I’m not Buddhist, and I’ve tried to do my research about some of these topics. Feel free to correct me, I’m simply going off what I know. (Also I'd love to hear what you have to say regarding your thoughts on the game!)

In Buddhism, each new life you could be taken into the body of an animal, or even end up being tortured in hell for a very, very, VERY long time if you made the wrong decisions, which made escaping it as soon as you could seem like a rather reasonable thing to do.

The ancients never fully grasped the scope of the cycle, and the prospects of having your soul wake up in the body of some miserable worm with no memory of your past or any ideas of your future might’ve seemed bleak.

Suffering is inevitable. But that doesn’t mean they hated being alive, like I said before.

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“Rain World is post-apocalyptic.”

It really isn’t. There was never any apocalypse. The ancients simply left on their own accord, leaving behind their mark on the world that will slowly be buried once again in the ever so present cycle.

“The bones of forgotten civilizations, heaped like so many sticks.” - Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets

The world is thriving, even. The purposed organisms left behind have evolved and taken over and become it’s own ecosystem.

The iterators are dying though. Dying very slowly, but soon they’ll all decay and everything will move on.

It’s all just another manifestation of the cycle.

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“The creatures in Rain World cannot die”

This is definitely something I hear from people who haven’t played much of the game and only hear about it from outside sources and watch the gameplay.

Yes, it is easy to believe this. As slugcat, when you die, you wake back up again. This is entirely a gameplay thing and not actually related to the lore. Saying this might seem like I'm avoiding the question at hand here, but the rules that apply to you do not seem to apply to other creatures.

Every creature in the game has a 4 integer ID (it can go higher, but not in a standard playthrough).

This makes every creature you see an individual of sorts with its own randomized values or appearance.

As well as this, creatures spawn from specific marked dens. When you kill a creature that spawns from a certain den, the next cycle, that creature’s ID will never appear again. Instead, the den spawn is replaced by a creature of the same species with a different ID, or a new species entirely.

Through gameplay, you see that the respawn rules that apply to you do not apply to other creatures. I’ve heard many points about how these dead creatures are transported to another alternate universe where they are alive, but I really do not want to delve into that theory. You do that yourself.

Excuse my unprofessional language, but this is kind of stupid. Billions and billions of little timeline splits accounting for every single insect and microbe that dies seems far too complex of a solution. Occam's Razor and all that.

With this gameplay element you see, I also want to give LORE explanations as to why this is incredibly stupid.

1) If death had no impact, the 5 natural urges would not matter

If no creatures died, there would be no point in eating (karma 4), competing with other species (karma 1), or any form of self preservation (karma 5). Reproduction (karma 2) has no role and there would be absolutely no reason to do anything any longer. All natural processes would be useless.

2) Light Blue Pearl

The information received from the cycle is most likely from the Light Blue Pearl, found in Outskirts.

“[...]The repeating mantra is important because it symbolizes the cyclical nature of life and death, and the termination verse is a symbol for ascension above and beyond it. I don't know how familiar you are with the nature of life and death, but I imagine like all living creatures you have some intuitive knowledge? Then you know that death isn't the end - birth and death are connected to each other like a ring, or some say a spiral. Some say a spiral that in turn forms a ring. Some ramble in agonizing longevity. But the basis is agreed upon: like sleep like death, you wake up again - whether you want to or not. This is true for all living things, but some actually break the cycle. That doesn't apply to you or me though, you are too entangled in your animal struggles, and for me not breaking that cycle is an integral part of the design. Our mantras keep repeating.”

“Then you know that death isn't the end - birth and death are connected to each other like a ring, or some say a spiral. Some say a spiral that in turn forms a ring.“

This line is very misunderstood. Moon specifically mentions birth and death. She mentions death. She never brings up the notion that nothing truly dies either.

As well as this, Moon says that “some say”, implying that even the ancients weren’t sure what the cycle was either. This is more important to my point regarding how the unfathomable nature of the cycle was why the Ancients were so averse to it from above, though.

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“Sliver of Straw found the solution.”/"There is/isn't solution"

No she didn’t.

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Ok fine I’ll explain.

If you’ve played Rain World you know that the purpose of the iterators is to find the solution to the “Great Problem”, the problem of how to ascend ALL living creatures.

You’ll also know Sliver sent out the Triple Affirmative…

“[...]affirmative that a solution has been found, affirmative that the solution is portable, and affirmative that a technical implementation is possible and generally applicable. She's also one of few that has ever been confirmed as exhaustively incapacitated, or dead. We do not die easily.[…]” - Pale Yellow (SL)

After sending out this affirmative, the iterators became conflicted. They never could figure out if she really ascended and had found the solution, or if it was some sort of catastrophic error.

The answer to the Great Problem is clearly intended to be as obscured as possible. There cannot be an answer one way or the other. The themes of it and the endless tolling of the iterators would not be as impactful if we knew there was or wasn’t a solution.

“[...]Either way, after that these different factions developed, as well as a huge forensic effort to recreate and simulate Sliver of Straw's last moments. Some of the simulations were wrapped in a simulation wrapped in a simulation, in case something dangerous might happen. Nothing much has come from it.[…]“ - Pale Yellow (SL)

Here’s my favorite way of explaining what I mean…

Imagine Schrodinger's Cat, the famous thought experiment. There’s a 50/50 chance that when you open the box, you either find the Solution, or find out there is No Solution.

Except you cannot open the box. And the box is entirely theoretical and nobody’s seen it. It seems impossible, but maybe one day you’ll find that box. That’s what the Great Problem is.

Sliver apparently having found the solution would have completely broken everything. Five Pebbles wouldn’t have ended up hurting himself and Moon had Sliver finding the solution been known with certainty. He was taking a shot in the dark.

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“Ascension is akin to suicide.”

I strongly believe this point harms the role that ascension and the void sea play in Rain World’s narrative. Ascension is meant to be a final destination, a goal you build up to and prepare for when you’ve lived every bit of life you possible could, and can now move on.

Bringing up the Memory Crypt pearl from earlier, Seventeen Axes lived an incredibly fulfilling life from what we see, and ascended happily.

As well as this, Buddhism strongly encourages those who wish to liberate themselves to discover their own path, which is also subtly shown through the gameplay, as there are many many routes you can take to Five Pebbles, Looks To The Moon, and The Depths.

I do also think this is why Five Pebbles failed. He tried to brute force his way to ascension.

Suicide implies that ascension is only meant to be a fruitless escape and that it’s wrong to ascend. I… do not want to go into why suicide is bad. It’s a strong topic and I’m just here to talk about video games. But ascension is a neutral thing that you can choose to do or not do and to wait until you’re ready.

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Conclusion...

I really only have the time to cover these 6 misconceptions, and I believe it should be enough. There have been many others I’ve seen, such as the ancients being malicious or that there weren’t any civilizations before them, but there’s not as much to say about them, and they aren’t as common.

Rain World is a very confusing game. I’m not upset at people who think these things to be true, and I do not believe they’re stupid or don’t have any media literacy. I just wish that the people who did actually cover this game did some more looking into it, and actually discussing it with Rain World fans.

Also I should say, that during this entire discussion I have avoided talking about Downpour- RW’s DLC- as it’s more of a official fanmade project. And so much of what it says may not be entirely in line with Vanilla. Because my life isn’t easy and of course there has to be an incredibly divisive and confusing thing like this that I need to avoid bringing up so that way the conversation isn’t muddled.

Thanks if you managed to make it through all this by the way

[gothamcitycentral]

OH Oh oh, I would love to hear a Charlie canon vs fanon rant if you're up for sharing?

Ok ok mainly I was thinking of someone recently saying “Charlie represents a shallow christian view of redemption in which you just try really hard and don’t do drugs! you’ll be a good person that easy!” (paraphrased) and well. No. Definitely not.

What Charlie represents is the emotional idea of redemption.

Charlie’s chosen existence is based fully upon the idea that there is no category of “bad person” that excludes someone from being human. As such, everyone is capable of redemption because ‘there’s good in everyone deep down inside, she knows there is.’ People like to think this as naivety (which is. a whole other thing) but this is the stance the show takes every seriously. So many, and I mean so many, are under this impression that Charlie is at some point going to be proven wrong about redemption. That not everyone can actually be redeemed. But she just won’t be because the point is always that Charlie is right. With Angel, with Pentious, against Lucifer, against Adam and against Sera, she’s proven right.

“You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything and they just bring VIOLENCE and CHAOS to your doorstep. It doesn’t matter how well intentioned you are, they’ll always disappoint you.”

…He says, as the hotel crew work together to keep each other safe and out of harm’s way even at their own risk.

In any case, Charlie’s view of redemption is that of loving-

-and being loved.

This is what the series shows. Every fully realized character loves, and is loved by, someone.

No exceptions.

It’s a deliberate point of humanization because the show argues everyone has humanity. Which is what Charlie argues! The show is always in alignment with her values. As such, it doesn’t make sense to argue any of this is something she is meant to grow out of.

Now, where the above statement is drawn from is that she doesn’t have the practical understanding of redemption. Hence the parody of America’s famously ineffectual D.A.R.E program. This done because Charlie is very much throwing shit at the wall (done through looking at common behavior in hell and having her patrons do the opposite to appeal to Heaven) in very desperate hope something will work and Heaven will recognize her people… as people. Importantly, the significant thing of Angel Dust and Sir Pentious being the actors in this scene is that through understanding them Charlie learns a practical idea of redemption. That being as (and what the show properly conceptualizes redemption as) the correction of behavior that harms oneself or those around you. Which is why we go from:

To:

“Heavenly people, the porn star chose a night of debauchery, that’s not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!”

“Are you really telling me you haven’t had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?”

She’s not bending over backwards to make Angel as appealing as possible to Heaven, she’s making a stance that disagrees with their perception of ‘bad behavior’, reminding them to acknowledge his hardships and what influences his behavior, and making it clear that these specific actions aren’t having a negative effect on anyone, and therefore doesn’t contradict her statement that Angel has improved.

Then people see the part of Charlie’s arc which is learning to have a damn backbone (to put it bluntly) and go and argue that the end point for Charlie’s character is to “stop being nice.” Well, first of all, Charlie being nice is the only reason everyone isn’t dead, so jot that down, and second, while yes Charlie fights against Adam, the ultimate result of that conflict is:

“He’s had enough.”

Charlie is always going to choose mercy. She is always going to extend humanity. She is always going to offer the olive branch. People think Charlie is going to come to some grand revelation about having to be cruel and that just, isn’t the point. Because the big thing is that people believe Charlie is defined by her naivety (and that eventually that naivety must be destroyed) but she isn’t.

The only moment I can really think that suggests Charlie being such is her singing in the pilot during the newsbroadcast despite being warned otherwise. Besides that, I just don’t see it as a major point of characterization. Because we see Charlie acknowledge not everyone wants to change, but she doesn’t get to deny any the opportunity, deny them the hotel. Because they were entitled to the opportunity to change and improve by process of being alive. “How can I turn him away? I can’t. It goes against everything I stand for.”

In general I think there’s a failure of people who view Charlie as just… naturally happy go lucky at factory default and miss that Charlie’s kindness is a choice.

Charlie was born into a broken world with a decomposing kingdom to her name. Her optimism is a developed coping mechanism because it’s the only way she can believe everything can maybe work out. Because Charlie has been surrounded by this constant death she felt powerless to stop and everyone has just! accepted it! This constant misery that she unavoidably bares witness to, and it feels like she’s the only one who cares.

So she has to be kind. She has to believe things can tangibly improve. She has to put the entire world and then some onto her own shoulders and live with every action she takes having millions of lives dependent on it. Charlie doesn’t even think she’s any sort of properly equipped to do any of this, but she’s the only person who’s bothering to try.

As Charlie deeply internalizes what people say about her. Hell’s clown, a joke, a fool chasing an impossible dream, destined to fail. Whenever anything goes wrong, Charlie directs that entirely at her own self. Adam is going to slaughter the hotel? What a horrible person she was to give the them false hope. Heaven decided to personally purge Charlie and her family because they dared to believe in their own personhood? Well she should have done a better job at convincing them otherwise.

Charlie doesn’t like herself.

So she masks it.

Sometimes the mask, the optimism, breaks.

I think Charlie’s optimism is as to Alastor’s cruelty, that’s why this scene compares them the way it does. Those aspects of them, they’re not fake exactly, but they are conjured to shield their fears. Charlie is afraid of failing everyone and Alastor is afraid of… being afraid in the first place frankly.

Because again, Charlie views everyone as her responsibility. She needs no reasoning beyond Hell being her people for her to dedicate her entire being to them. People seem to not acknowledge how closely she and Vaggie manifest their feelings of self loathing, even if they pretty much do it on opposite ends of the spectrum. Vaggie is a living extension to Charlie, Charlie is a living extension of Hell. The knight and the princess, both sworn to their own duties even at their own suffering. And the princess would burn herself to ash to warm her kingdom. Charlie is the self chosen sacrificial lamb.

[jake-sullys-wife]

Hiiiiii can I request a smut where dilf!jake sully is fucking human!reader in the forest in front of all his friends to since they’re curious about humans and to show off his human girlfriend to them?? Jake also lets them touch y/n like playing with her nipples and running their hands all over her body. If they get too close to her pussy or ass Jake gets mad at them

The celebration

(if you don't like this,then don't read)

warning! : ⚠️,🔞,🖤

Violence!/abuse!, non con!, size difference!(Let me know if I'm missing anything)

(sorry guys it takes so long for me to post because things have been hard for the past few weeks maybe months but I am now here and all that shit I know I'm just saying that but I'm telling the truth so please forgive me 😭🙏🏽 plus quaritch x Jake have been on my mind a lot 🧍🏽‍♀️)

(And to the anonymous who requested this I didn't read it all the way through when you said a front of the friends curious about the human body I didn't read it that until I started writing and finishing it now I'm looking at it and I'm very sorry but I hope this satisfies you again I'm very sorry 😔 )

*Jake is in the lab with his oxygen mask and y/n and are just talking about random stuff but Jake asked y/n this question*

"Hey I was going to ask if you want to come to the celebration. Do you want to come?"

*Oh yeah the celebration is coming soon*

"Sure I could come! I need to get out of this lab every once in awhile" *y/n said as look down at her paperwork then looking back at Jake which he was chuckling*

"Haha! Well I'll tell neytiri about you coming plus she can give you the clothes you know the top and the Loincloth"

*After that little conversation Jake left to go tell his wife and after a few hours neytiri came by and handed her the finest clothes*

♡

*It's the day at the celebration and y/n put on the clothes the top and Loincloth, she put on her oxygen mask and left out the lab.*

*At the celebration there was a lot na'vi having a good time*

*Y/n had a few drinks, some food (of course you got to take the oxygen mask off and put it back on) then she decided to dance a little*

*She had her arms up and swaying with her hips, then a few na'vi males surrounded her and dancing with her*

*She didn't mind it of course because you know they're dancing, she's dancing. it's the celebration*

*One of them went behind her and put their hands on her waist, y/n is giggling and didn't even care*

*The male na'vi sliding his hand up going under her top but then Jake came out of nowhere*

"Hey can I borrow her for a sec?"

*He sounded demanding and most likely pissed off?*

"Oh yes, of course toruk makto"

*he ran off so did the others, Jake grab her wrist and took her far away from the celebration. Y/n doesn't know what's wrong with him and why is he acting like this?*

♡

*Jake stopped and pushed her against a tree, his eyes filled with anger and lust*

"Why did you let those fukers touching you like you're were some whore"

*Some whore? The hell is he talking about?*

"What are you talking about, you invite me to the celebration-- !" *Jake punched her stomach, he punched her that hard that the next day a big bruise will show*

*Y/n almost fell to the ground, holding her stomach. It felt like she's going to throw up*

*Then Jake's hand grabbed y/n's hair making her look up at him*

"Yeah I did invite you to celebration but that doesn't mean you let those nasty fucks touching you like that, especially touching what's mine"

*Then with a flip of a wrist Jake ripped her top and her Loincloth, throwing them behind his shoulder*

"W-what are you doing!?" *Y/n panicked, covering herself with her arms but Jake grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and rising her wrists above her head*

"What am I doing? About to Mark what's mine to show those men what they are touching" *with his free hand he got between her legs, touching her pussy and stroking her lips with his fingers while his thumb rubbing her cilt*

*Y/n struggle while he's playing her pussy, she also struggled trying to pull her both of her wrists from his grip* "stop!..~"

"How about you stop struggling? Besides we both know you like this~" *Jake said. He stopped playing her pussy then with his freed hand he untied his Loincloth, revealing his big massive cock*

*Y/n's eyes widen seeing something that big in front of her*

"See *this*? *This* is going to be inside you~" *Jake pushed y/n on the ground while holding both of her wrist, he got between her legs. Stroking his member with purecum leaking out*

"It's not going to fit..." *Y/n said look at it. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it*

"Oh it will, it will fit. I'll make sure it fits" *and just like that with that warning he thrust it in her. His thrust was harsh and rough. He can feel her walls tighten around him but he's only halfway in which means he has to put the rest of him inside*

"Already I can feel you clenching around me~" *another harsh thrust he finally put the rest of him inside. Y/n moans loudly as she can feel him stretching her walls and feel his tip though her cervix*

*After a few moments Jake began to move, his hips hitting against hers while y/n is moaning loudly throughout the forest that every animal can hear her*

*His hand groping her breast while he's thrusting* "fuck! You feel so good~ so good~"

*He lean down biting her neck* "j-jake!~"

"Yeah that's right, scream my name!~ scream my name with those pretty lips!~" *Jake let go both of her wrist then. He used his hands to grab her legs and put them on his shoulders*

*He went he went a little deeper inside her pussy. Y/n gripping the Forest Grass for dear life*

"You fucking love this, don't ya?~ gonna breed this pussy~" *wait did he just say...breed? Oh shit*

"N-no! Don't--ah!~" *y/n tried telling him no but that interrupted by his thrusting. He thrusts so rough*

"Fuckkk I'm gonna cum inside!~" *a few lazy thrust he released his seed deep inside her while y/n cried through all of it*

"Now.... Let's see those fucks try to touch you now~"

*End*

(I tried my best as you can see 😔)

[babyhedonistt]

Too Close to Touch // FOUR

Warning : violence, swearing

Three Years Ago……

“Fine then just walk away like you always do!” You yell at him as he leaves out of your bedroom, your door hitting the wall of your bedroom as he stormed into the hallway. “If I don’t walk away I’m going to say something I regret.” Noah grumbles, not turning to face you as he grabs his car keys off the island. “You won’t even listen to me!”

“I don’t need to. I saw everything I needed to.” He scowls. You run in front of him and block the front door before he could exit. “Y/N, move.”

His eyes were glassy. They were half open but his jaw was as clenched as he could make it. He was holding back his tears. He was angry.

“No. You always run when you feel this way. It’s not fair to me.”

“How do you explain this photo then?” He asks, holding up his phone. I snatch the phone out of his grip before zooming in on the photo he pushed into my face. “Noah, this isn’t even me.” You look at him dumbfounded. “Yes it is. The tattoos match. “

Your mouth went slack in disbelief. Your boyfriend was accusing you of cheating on him, and considering you can’t see the faces of these people in the news report, claiming you specifically were cheating on your rockstar boyfriend, you couldn’t believe the accusations leaving Noah’s mouth right now.

“Well, since you’re so fucking smart, you would know that I have a butterfly tattoo behind my right ear.” You say, pulling your hair over your shoulder to show him. “I know that.” He scoffs. You zoom into the side profile of the woman in the photo to reveal no tattoo on the woman’s neck.

The color leaves Noah’s face before he looks up at you. “Y-Y/N, I’m so-“

You throw the phone at his chest with a toss. “Don’t even start that shit.” You shake your head at him. “This is the third time you’ve accused me of cheating on you Noah. And the three times you have, you’ve been wrong consistently. Answer me this,” You fold your arms across your chest.

“Are you trying to make me leave? This is a serious question, don’t bullshit me.”

He should have said no. He should have said no without any hesitation.

But he did. He hesitated.

“Y/N.. It’s not that.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t bear to break up with me that you have to find some way to make it my fault? Why? Why can’t you just be honest with me and tell me you don’t want to be with me?!” You point at his chest.

“Y/N..” He starts and tears start pouring down your cheeks. “Do you know how many news articles I’ve seen about how many women you’re supposedly with?! Oh! Noah Sebastian spotted with a new woman! Oh! Noah Sebastian flirts with reporter, any new sparks? Did you ever stop to think about how THAT makes ME feel? As your ACTUAL girlfiend?”

He bit his lip before shaking his head. “Y/N, you know how I feel about you.”

He looked like a kicked dog with a tail between his legs. He knew he was wrong, but there was something he wasn’t telling you that you needed to get out of him.  “I don’t think I do, Noah. You’ve been so busy working on your new album this is the first time I’ve gotten to spend time with you in 2 weeks! I never see you anymore and right now it seems like I’m the last person you want to be around.” Your cheeks were soaked with tears. He finally snapped. He grabbed your arms, pulling you in front of you, gripping your arms tightly.

“You have no idea how hard it is to do what I do.” He claimed, holding his gaze with mine. “I thought you’d be more supportive than this.”

“Get your fucking hands off me.” You squirm in his grip, but he keeps you in place. “Folio was right. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you.”

Ouch. That…

“Let GO.” You release yourself from his grip before going over to open the front door. “Get the fuck out of my house.” You don’t even look at him. “Y/N, I didn’t mean-“

“You don’t mean a lot of things apparently. Now get out. And never talk to me again.”

Part of you wished he denied leaving. You wished he refused to leave and fix things, but he didn’t. He walked out of the house and you slammed the door behind him. He went no contact.

And you received the NDA proposal in the mail a week later.

To be continued...

Yall might get a double post today lol. I thought this flashback needed to be by itself. :) Much Love <3

[aris-ink]

can you PLEASE write this couple again? soft smut? i literally beg nothing topped this i swear (daddy's got you one) 🎈 https://at.tumblr.com/aris-ink/694418642578849792/lws2mtncn3lz

yes angel 🫰most of us have muddled reflections. I hope sometime you can see them for what they really are, and love yourselves every day for the rest of your lives.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: romance

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), allusions to emotional abuse (not by jungkook), hurt/comfort, reassurance, praise, dirty talk, dd/lg, choking, mentions of spanking, riding, rough sex, creampie, soft!dom jk, he is.... in love.....

What's wrong with me?

Jungkook couldn't stand hearing that question. He couldn't stand seeing you cry, and he absolutely couldn't stand the people you lived with.

He refused to call them your family. No one who made you feel so down about yourself deserved to hold such a title. After he beat the shit out of your brother, he wasn't welcome in your house anymore and he had zero regrets. The next night, it took him all of twenty minutes to arrive at your place, stuff your bags into the trunk of his car and take you to his house.

It took all of his self control, however, not to sneak back into your neighborhood and slit the fucker's throat. Mostly because he had more important things to take care of, like helping you settle in. But if there was anything Jungkook has learned over the years, it was that there was no need to hurry when it came to making someone suffer. He knew how to hold a grudge. There was not an ounce of space for forgiveness in his heart for anyone who tore at your self esteem. No willingness to find it either.

By now, he didn't even need to hear you ask the question out loud. One look into your eyes and he knew what you were thinking. One look was enough to make him forget about everything that existed around him; the only thing that felt real and that mattered was you. Your warmth under his fingertips, so solid. The rest was smoke.

"Baby," he whispered into your ear, his hands running over your waist slowly as you sat in his lap. "Look at me."

You lifted your eyes to his, met with a soft smile.

"Nothing," he said.

You blinked at him, so adorably confused.

"What?"

"The answer is nothing," he clarified. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"Oh."

You immediately tried to avoid his gaze, but he wouldn't let you, not now, not ever. Not until his words were burned into your mind, covering all the other scars there.

His big hand cupped your cheek, tilting your chin up.

"Do you trust me?"

You fiddled with the fabric of his shirt, trying to find the right words.

"I- I do. I just wish I was more-"

"Don't say it," he warned. "I mean it, baby."

He hated the word normal. Absolutely abhorred it. His jaw twitched, his thumbs stroking both of your cheeks. Why did you have to grow up surrounded by people who littered in your lake, throwing all of their ugly thoughts, ignorance and hatred into its clear waters? Muddling your reflection so much that when you peeked into it you appeared small and distorted, like a dead, crumbling star, when in reality you were so bright and expansive; an entire universe of wonders. How were you supposed to see it in all the pollution? Some you even caused yourself, because they made you want to erase your image from the rippling surface altogether.

He didn't care how dirty that lake was. He was ready to dive in and suffocate to help you clean it out.

"Color?" He murmured, the tip of his nose pressing against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut. Even though you weren't sure what he needed the confirmation for, you still answered quietly.

"Green."

Jungkook's mouth parted softly next to yours, his breath hot and minty on your skin.

"Then let go," he whispered. "Let daddy take care of you."

Let daddy take care of you. The one sentence that always made your shoulders relax, seeming to melt all your worries away. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, warm and wet, teasing, inviting. He pulled you closer to him, already lost in your galaxies, and more than happy to turn to ashes among them.

He heard somewhere that bones were made of stardust. Yours and his must have been from the same star, longing to be reunited, moulded together for all eternity. He kissed you hard, his hands slipping under your shirt to skim your breasts, feel your nipples harden in response to the touch. His cock stirred and twitched at the feeling of your skin, his lungs constricted.

"I am going to fuck all of this doubt out of you, baby," he breathed, tightening his hand on your breast to fondle it. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll only know whatever I say, no other thoughts."

He lowered your panties with one hand, the movement clumsy and hurried.

"Like how much I love you," he grunted, lowering his lips to your neck. "How pretty you are. How amazing."

He twisted your nipple, teeth grazing your throat, a groan fleeing his lips when you sneaked your hand into his pants to palm him.

"Shit, what did daddy say about being a little minx, huh?"

You breathed out a whine, tilting your head back to allow him to press wetter kisses into your neck.

"But I need you, daddy."

Jungkook could feel his eyes rolling back. The sounds you made, the begging, the way you stroked his cock - it was too much. He hissed, his hips rolling forward unconsciously, seeking more, always needing more.

"Are you wet for me, baby? Already soaked your little panties?"

You moaned shamelessly, nodding against his lips. The sound was drowned out by Jungkook's groan, louder, longer.

"So fucking hot."

He let you pull his pants down his thick thighs, just enough to free his cock. It throbbed in your hand, leaking with the need for more friction, for a connection that would leave him buried so deep inside you there would be no space for anything else ever again. Not for doubt, not for fear or pain. Just him.

"Baby," he detached his lips from yours only to whisper these words. "Need to fuck you."

You moaned softly, your arms wrapping around his neck, hips lifting off his lap. His breath hitched when you lowered them again, agonizingly slowly, wet heat coming into contact with the aching tip of his big cock.

"Yeah, good girl. Ride me, baby."

You whined into his neck, sinking down softly to get used to the stretch, gripping him so tightly he couldn't help the stutter of his hips, the veins in his neck prominent with the effort of trying to not fuck into you.

When the skin of your thighs met his, your slick dripping onto him, he moaned into your hair and gripped it in one hand, keeping the other under your shirt.

Up. Then down. These were his favorite sounds; the wet, desperate slapping of your bodies, you falling apart around him like there was no tomorrow, lost in bliss. He let you roll your hips and set your own pace, experiment, torture his poor, damned soul in all the sweetest ways you wished.

But the heat in his body was becoming feverish, the need to take over and take care of you overshadowing reason. The need to pound into you and make your legs shake, hear you scream his name.

Licking his lips, he slid both hands down to your waist, soft to the touch, his hold on you secure and strong as he flipped you onto the mattress. You gasped, fingertips digging into the nape of his neck.

For a moment, he remained still, his eyes locked on yours. Could you learn to see your reflection in them instead?

He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I can't do this by myself, baby, I won't," he whispered. "Daddy needs you. Needs you to work with him on this."

Your thighs trembled around him. He looked up at you, dark gaze full of love.

"Promise me, baby."

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. That was progress. Jungkook grabbed a hold of your neck, gently at first, making your lips part.

"You're a good girl who doesn't break promises, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You nodded again, your pussy clenching around him. He groaned, pulling out of the sticky heat only to plunge back in roughly, setting a pace so different to yours. The headboard banged against the wall, but Jungkook didn't give a shit. He wanted to come so bad, wanted to take you there with him.

"Fuuuck, fuck," his moans turned raspier, higher, his balls aching with each thrust. "Good girl, is this what you needed? Daddy's love? Daddy's big cock in that tight, pretty cunt?"

"Y-yeah," you stuttered out a whine, sharp nails dragging down the flexing muscles of his back. "Please daddy, please-!"

Jungkook choked you harder, shaking you a little.

"Are you gonna start listening to daddy? Huh? You gonna stop saying all that shit about yourself that makes my heart hurt? Are you gonna let me fucking love you?"

You let out a sob into his neck. He wasn't sure whether it was because of what he said or because of how needy you were, knowing that coming without his permission in this case would do nothing but land you in a whole pile of trouble.

"Color, s-shit, baby, what's your color-"

"Green!" You moaned. "Please. Please, daddy."

Jungkook shuddered, fucking you faster, meaner, punishing you with all the strength he had. You'd be bruised tomorrow, but the way you chanted his name clouded his mind, made his cock throb inside you.

"Answer me first, baby, do you want me to fucking spank you? Answer me."

You clenched around him again. He hissed, satisfaction washing over him when your back arched, words spilling out of your pretty mouth brokenly.

"Yes, I promise! I promise, d-daddy, ohh-"

"That's my good girl," he groaned. "So tight, oh god. Fuck. Come for me, yeah? Come on. Cream daddy's cock, baby. You want me to come inside you, don't you?"

That was enough to make you tense beneath him, his lips quick to capture yours and control at least some of the volume your cries carried throughout the room. Jungkook continued fucking you, his cock pulsing, filling you up with hot, thick strings of cum. He broke the kiss only when his own self control slipped completely, breathy yeahs let out into your neck.

Praises fell from his mouth in whispers when he limped against you, as natural and unconscious as every breath he took. Good girl, so beautiful, feels so good, I love you so much.

He lifted himself up to kiss you, hazy and sated, but the faint smile he noticed on your face made him pause. It looked relaxed. Genuine. Warm.

It made his heart feel like it was no longer attached to his body, but floating, entwined with yours, cells grown into each other, atoms connecting. He smiled back, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

Maybe you could learn to see yourself in his eyes. At least until your lake was clean again.

💌 taglist: @wonyuknow @imnotlauriane @baalsgurl1913 @bucketofhiros @glowunderthemoon @silv3rswirls @osakis-gf @era-genius @iceprincessviviane

[kotoneshiomiofficial]

i seriously cant do it with this website anymore. like you people will have full on academic discussions on why dungeons and dragons as written has imperialist and colonial themes baked in but you cant understand why incest porn hurts real people? like if tabletop role playing games can perpetuate harmful narratives and stereotypes why does that not apply to erotic role play? whats the goddamn difference?

listen here's the fuckin deal. rape play and incest play and age play and race play* and whatever the fuck else i forgot is materially harmful because it reinforces negative sentiments towards survivors of different kinds of sexual violence (*and fetishizes/dehumanizes Black people). it trivializes it, it increases the stigma and makes it harder to talk about. thats fuckin why.

and the worst part? you fuckers are on here talking about how "oh so incest is suddenly too far for the cannibalism website?" Yes. it is. (and thats a real actual post i read from another real actual human being) sometimes things are taboo for a reason, not because catholics think its bad or whatever.

look, its stupid and malicious to make callout posts for people's harmless kinks, but the problem is, *you* dropped the harmless part. yeah trans women are punished for being sexual in any way, but you have to understand, 99% of these women arent doing anything wrong.

but now, people are just saying "we have to accept everyone no matter how gross or weird their kinks are!" and youre not talking about the trans women who get harassed over like. vore or petplay or actual harmless shit, no its always some shit like "oh well they think we're all freaks anyway, who cares how taboo it is?" it doesnt matter what other people think or dont think about us, that doesnt mean your actions suddenly dont have consequences.

and you know what? even kinks that are fine in a vacuum can still be harmful because thats the nature of fuckin. being alive and interacting with others. like my stuffing kink's all fine and good but id be lying if i said it didnt do harm sometimes. people sometimes push fatphobic bullshit with it and i gotta push back against that shit or else im part of the problem. you understand what im saying?

like you want to dress it up like youre trying to help trans women, but youre not! youre throwing us under the motherfucking bus just so you dont have to accept that youre into some fucked up shit that hurts other real people. youd rather insinuate that actually all us transfems ARE pedos and we should just accept it! BITCH WHAT? that belief about trans women gets us fucking murdered every single goddamn day, and instead of fighting it, you want to use us as a shield? fuck you.

[beartrap11]

Kenny x reader

Okay here we go with chapter two

Do I know what I’m gonna do for this chapter absolutely not. But you guys won’t know that because it’ll be done when you see it. 😝

But anyways hope you enjoy this chapter nuggets peace ✌🏾

Warning: probably some violence/ eventual smut/ fluff/ angst/ bad writing lol

The World Around Us

Strangers to Friends to Lovers to Memories

Chapter 2

We had some good news and bad news, the good news was you had made it to Macon and stopped near a liquor store.

There’s definitely gotta be some food in there.

The bad news was we were out of gas. So it didn’t look like we were going anywhere anytime soon.

Well this is as far as we’re going.

Then it’s far enough.

We all step out the car. I pick up Clem and hold her in my arms. Just to be safe.

Look!

We all turn to see what Ducks looking at, it looks like a guy, but something’s seems kinda off.

Hey there! You friendly ? Trucks run out of gas

Uh Kenny?

Before I could say anything else, the guy turns around showing his face.

He was 100 percent dead. And Kenny not only got that guys attention but the whole fucking herd of them we hadn’t seen until now.

FUCK!

WERE TRAPPED!

AHHHH!

We all turn to see who screamed. It was Duck and a walker was right on top of him, trying to bite him.

Before anyone of us could react, someone had shot the walker right through the skull killing it instantly.

Two new people appeared a women and a guy.

RUN!!

They were covering us. Now was our chance to run.

I held onto Clem as tightly as possible, Lee grabbed my hand. Kenny grabs his family and we all book it, heading straight for the liquor store. The new guy locking the store so no one could get in or out.

I sigh, squeezing Clem.

Are you okay sweetie?

I..I think so.

Once I catch my breath I look around. We got into the store safely, but with a whole new group of people as well.

We can’t taking risks like this!

And we can’t keep letting people die either.

When I say that door stays shut no matter what. I fucking mean it ! We don’t know who these people are they could be dangerous!

Worse they could’ve lead them right to us!

Where the hell is your humanity ! They would have died out there!

Then we let um!

We have kids with us.

Lee now speaks up.

I see one little girl.

I hold Clem closer to me. Not liking this guy one little bit. Clem pokes me.

Yes Clem.

I..I have to pee.

I put her down. And scan the room finding a restroom.

There’s a restroom there. Hurry up.

Clem nods and walks over. I turn back to the conversation

They’ve got kids lily.

Those things outside don’t care!

Maybe you should go join um then ! You’ll have something in common!

Kenny starts to get agitated

Goddamit Lily! You have to control these people!

Carly and glen just ran out there!

I don’t give a flying fuck, we’re in a war zone.

She’s not wrong, they took a risk. And we appreciate it. Now let’s settle down.

The big guy turns to Duck

Holy shit ! One of them is bitten!

Deciding I had enough of this guy I speak up

He wasn’t bitten.

Hell he wasn’t, we have to end this now!

Kenny walks up stands in front of Duck blocks the asshole from getting to him.

I’m very my dead body.

Will dig one hole.

No Im cleaning him up, there’s no bite, he’s fine!

Don’t you fucking people get it! We’ve already seen this happen, we let someone with a bite stay and we all end up bitten!

Shut up !

We’ve gotta throw him out, or smash his head in !

KENNY STOP HIM !

Lee, Peaches, what do we do about this guy!

Dad, it’s just a boy, it’s…

Lily I’ll handle this.

But your heart dad you, need to calm down. Well get these kids out of here.

A rush of anger goes hits me.

Kick his fucking ass, if he ever try’s to touch our kids.

That’s what I’m thinking!

Everyone chill the fuck out!!

Nobody is doing anything.

Shut up Lily!

He turns to the other girl.

And you shut the fuck up. They will find us and they will get in here and none of this will fucking matter. But right now where about to be trapped in here with one of those things!

What the hell are you talking about !

He’s bitten! That’s how you turn!

He’s not bitten. Lee stop this. It’s upsetting him.

Oh I’m upsetting him, what’s upsetting is getting eaten alive!

Dad we get it, it’s a big deal.

Do you? You’re not fucking acting like it!

Lee starts to get aggressive as well

Sit down! Or that’s it.

Ha, your gonna whoop me? You and what homo parade.

I step in again, also more aggressive.

This one !

HA that’s good.

Kenny glances at you, showing a hint of a smile.

The dude turns back to Kenny talking to Duck.

Little boy! Before you eat your mommy, you can watch your daddy, and his little friend get their noses broken.

This little shit

I’m gonna kill him Kat! Just worry about Duck.

Me and Kenny keep digging into this guy. I didn’t notice that Clem and Lee were talking across the store.

Lee.

Yeah.

There’s someone in there.

It’s just locked, keys behind the counter.

Probably.

I caught that tho. I don’t have time to think too much on it because the guy with the peanut brain is still yapping.

Hey! I’m not the bad guy here, I’m just looking out for my daughter!

No you’re just the guy arguing for killing a kid!

He’s covered in muck! She’ll find the bite. WATCH!

She won’t.

And if she does? The first thing he’ll do is sink his teeth into his mom’s face. Then he’ll probably pounce on your little girl. She’ll turn fast, and then?

Please, let me punch this guy please, I’m so ready.

You motherfucker!

I go to punch him but Lee stands in front of me. (Damn)

Then we’ll deal with it then! But right now you’re just feeling everyone out!

Then get ready to deal with it, because that boy is bitten.

Kenny still standing beside me speaks up again

It’s not gonna happen!

It is! AND WHERE TOSSING HIM OUT NOW!

Something in Lee snaps

STOP, you don’t touch that boy, you don’t touch anybody!

I step in, like we were tag teaming

We’ve got my little sister, we’re trying to protect in here too! You want to get violent you old fuck, well come on!

Lee steps back in

You better have a plan to kill us tho. BECAUSE ITS US BEFORE ANYONE ELSE IN HERE!

(Yay girl power.)

Before the old man could say anything else we hear Clem scream. I drop everything I turn to see what happened to my sister.

We turn to see a walker was in the restroom and trying to grab her. He and Lee react fast trying to get to her.

Lee was a bit faster then me tho, he grabs the walker and start wrestling with it. While I grab Clem and set her down next to Kenny.

I turn and see Lee needs help. Frantically I look around and see a bat on the floor, so quickly I grab it and run towards Lee and the walker.

Luckily he pushed the walker far enough away from him that I could swing the bat at the walker and not both of them.

I swing and hit the walker as hard as I can on the head. Probably a bit too hard. Its brains went all over that side of the store.

Man.

The woman looks at us

You okay?

Just great thanks.

Uh… guys?

We all freeze, us shouting from earlier was so loud it alerted the walkers outside, now they are trying to get in.

We all began to whisper

Everybody down. Stay quiet.

Clem scared clings to my back while I cling to Lee. He puts his arms around both of us.

There gonna get in.

Shut up.

All of a sudden we hear him shots outside.

Is that the military?

I don’t know?

Thank god for whatever it is.

The asshole speaks up

We almost died because of this bitch and her yelling! That’s was stupid! That’s was.. ahh ah.

He doubles over in pain

DAD!

He falls to the floor ( hehe karmas a bitch huh)

Was he the one bitten

I say with a hint of sass

No don’t be crazy! It’s his heart.

My pills.

He says very weakly, clutching his fucking pearls.

Uh-um Nitroglycerin pills?

Yes. We’re out. We’ve been trying to get into the pharmacy since we got here. Please try to get in there, behind the counter where the pills are.

She’s practically begging.

I sigh, I don’t like her father. But I’m not heartless. Me and Lee share a look making a silent agreement.

There’s probably another entrance. Maybe through the office?

How do you know that’s an office?

(Good question)

Uh educated guess.

It doesn’t matter, we need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I’ll keep an eye on my dad.

Kenny finally speaks up again

Everyone else should get comfy and look for anything useful. We could be in here for a while.

I’m starting to think this drug store isn’t a permanent solution.

You’re right, this ain’t exactly Ft. Knox.

What do you suggest?

We need as much gas as possible so we can all get of downtown Macon. Fast.

Agreed.

Then I’ll head out and get gas. There’s a motel not too far from here, out towards the end of (Peachtree). I’ll work my way towards it and then loop, back siphoning what I can.

I hear Kenny chuckle softly, then look at me.

He thinks he’s so funny

This motherfucker, I cover Clems eyes real fast, just so I can flip him the bird.

He puts his arms up slightly as a surrender.

I shake my head smiling going back to the original conversation.

Alright well silence is consent. That’s the plan.

Damn Kenny distracted me, I didn’t even notice they were talking to me.

Well if you’re gonna go out there, here’s a walkie talkie if you get into a tight spot. Hopefully you won’t need it.

Hey that one was mine 🥲

Cool.

My sister has the other one. Check in with me and her and get back as soon as you can.

Kenny turns to wingus and dingus

And you. What’s your name.

It’s Lily, my dad’s Larry.

Keep a good eye on him. These guys will work on getting you your medicine.

Better than me Kenny. He turns to the other guy in the room.

And you, you keep an eye on that front door. You’re our look-out.

It’s Doug, you got it.

And I’m Carley.

Okay Carley, you’ll shift in with Doug or peachy when he needs it. For now, get some rest- peach you got a mean swing that could come in handy and Carley you’ve got a good shot and I’d like to keep it that way.

You got it boss.

Peachy?

I mutter under my breath.

Now get him those pills.

Well I’m glad that’s all over, I look down at Clem, I walk her over to a chair next to Carley. And sit her down. Popping a squat to her eye level so we could talk.

Do you need anything?

I’m okay, maybe I’m a little hungry?

I know Clem, I’ll see if I can find something for you.

I get up and start to look around the store anything to eat.

Near the counter I see Lee and Kenny talking, Kenny taking a quick glance at me then going back to Lee.

Huh what are those too idiots talking about. I wonder but I let it go once I found a energy bar on the floor

Well better then nothing I suppose.

I go back to clementine and give her the energy bar.

Thanks.

I nod and just decide to sit there next to her in the floor.

I don’t stay there very long tho, because Kenny comes up to me.

Hey, can I talk to you.

Sure, stay here Clem I’ll be right back

Okay.

I get up and walk with Kenny to a corner so no one could hear us.

So what’s up.

I wanted to thank you for standing up for my son. You and Lee really gave that old man hell.

No problem, plus ain’t no one hurting my little sister or duck, they’re just kids.

You don’t have to tell me, I was ready to tear the man’s head off myself. Anyways me and Kat appreciate y’all’s support. So thank you.

Don’t mention it.

But um, How’s duck doing?

He’s okay I think. We’re lucky as hell nobody got nabbed on the way in here.

Yeah, no kidding.

How is Clem doing?

Okay I hope.

Right, and how are you doing, you okay?

Well before we met Lee our parents left us messages that we missed so I listened to them. And um…

I try to hold myself together.

It’s okay you don’t have to say anything I get it. I’m sorry darlin.

I’m just not sure how to tell her.

You’ll figure it out, I’m sure you will. Plus she’s a tough girl.

Yeah she is.

But, that’s not really what I came over here to talk about. I wanted to talk about Hershel.

Oh.

We didn’t even try to save him that blood is on our hands. You know?

It all happened so fast.

I guess, but I can’t stop seeing him in my head.

Me too , but we can’t kill ourselves over it .

We killed that boy. We could’ve saved him together.

We did what we could and bad things happened. We didn’t kill Shawn. You think you did, when you think back on it. But in a moment? When things are really out of control. You don’t have a choice.

I guess.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

Just… try to let it go. And focus on the now.

I let go of his arm and go back to clementine to let him soak in what I said.

Kenny goes back to his wife and son.

(Kenny will remember what you said)

Authors note: and that’s the end of the second chapter yay, and so much more to go. I was gonna write a lot more in this chapter buuutt I’ll leave the intense stuff for the next chapter. Hope you guess liked this one. Next chapter will come out soon later taters. 😝✌🏾

[happyk44]

Jason has rules that you can't eat anything after 8 p.m., even if someone is going to starve to death, no one should break this rule.

Coral just wanted to have a snack and so she took a cookie and, of course, she doesn't care that the clock says 8:10...

as a result, Jason runs after her and yells that he will fry her, Percy runs after both of them and yells so that Jason doesn't dare touch his sister.

Hazel and Nico just watch tiredly and wait for the opportunity to intervene at the very last moment.

Haha, I don't know about that rule for my concept of Jason. I feel like wolf instinct is making sure everyone eats (Hazel and Nico 100% share this instinct, but more on a grandma level than wolf baby). But I do like the idea that he's a lot looser when it comes to Coral. Like you'd think he'd be more stiff because her nature clashes against his and he'd want to restrain himself more against his instincts. But he doesn't have to - not with her. Because she can handle whatever he throws at her, and he knows that and understands it doesn't bother her (and that trying to lecture her on the right way to do something means nothing to her, especially if a personal rule beholden to Jason and not society as a whole).

So, lol, I'm imagining him calling up Hazel, like, "hey we gotta track down Coral, I need to go batshit insane for ten minutes", and Hazel's just "oh my god I didn't sign up for this shit", and then they find Coral, Coral explicitly and purposely breaks a rule in front of him then handles it easily when he snaps, while Hazel stands back, looking exasperated like her dad when he has to be the older brother, and makes sure they don't murder each other or accidentally hurt someone else.

Because at his core Jason doesn't want to hurt anyone. Sometimes an execution seems like the only proper response, and he doesn't really like that about himself - but in the same breath, he also knows he's one of the few people who won't be affected by it because it's the right thing to do/the law requires it as punishment, so if it becomes the only possible outcome, or something that's voted on, he always volunteers himself to be the one who holds the knife, or syringe, or whatever they use, idk how they'd handle the death penalty. It's a complicated to understand that the way you think is best might be dumb while, at the same time, holding it in such high importance that it baffles you other people don't agree.

(Fun fact: My OC, June, has so much love for the world but her gut instinct is violence every single time, no matter how minor the rule, because of reasons, and this causes her so much internal pain that sometimes I get mad at about it, lol)

I think, unlike June, Jason has more stages in his idea of justice. Teaching people about morals and ethics, showing them the difference between right and wrong, explaining the importance of the rules - these are likely his starting points. It might be that his gut instinct is violence but he's taught himself better ways to start off (which June, unfortunately, is not capable of, due to the way I've structured her story). He's also softer because while he feels the urge to be the leader, he doesn't necessarily want to be. Sometimes he wants collaboration. It can be difficult at times, yes, but that's how Jason is. He wants everyone to be equal. I don't think he has OCPD but I do think he deals with some traits of it, varying in intensity at certain times.

Thalia would be different - in what I remember of canon, she's more volatile, more insistent on being in charge, was immediately promoted to Lieutenant and there's never any indication she was unhappy about that. So, whether she has it or not, maybe OCPD traits are much stronger and prominent in her than in Jason.

She might have a harder time letting go of the reigns, or accepting collaborative efforts than he does. She might have a higher sense of superiority than he does - in part because she's the daughter of Zeus and gets pedestal-ed for it, and in part because any possible OCPD traits push that sense of "I'm right and everyone else is wrong". She might get more anxious when things aren't orderly or perfect, or focus too much on the small things.

Which works out - you know, everyone is different, it wouldn't make sense for them to be the same.

With my Neptune girls, Coral is on the more extreme end of szpd, but Melpomene exists in more of a middle ground, with a higher prevalence for ASPD traits than Coral (I'll go into that in a separate post when I have time, but was thinking about ASPD as a Neptune/Poseidon/Ares thing as well, which, haha, comorbidity among personality disorders is common so why not, and it was fitting Mel's character as I was developing her, so double why not 🤷‍♂️).

But, lol, not to get off track, yeah, I think the idea of Jason using Coral to blow off some steam because she doesn't have the emotional capacity to be bothered by his neurotic tendencies blowing up at her is a good concept. And Percy stumbling into the middle of this with zero awareness because Coral didn't think to say anything about it the last time they talked, seeing Jason chasing his sister around with a whip of lightning, is so funny.

He'd be so confused for a hot second before jumping into action. And then Jason would be yelling at him that she broke a rule (a stupid, silly rule that makes no sense to most people), and now Percy's chasing him yelling about that's a dumb rule, and Coral agrees, which ofc, makes Jason even more upset, and now he's chasing both of them, and Hazel is in the background just fully, "ugh, if I knew being Pluto's child meant I had to deal with this shit, I would've stayed dead. Or asked you to train me yourself instead of sending me to Camp Jupiter" and Nico is nodding along, going, "This is why Dad doesn't talk to his family unless he has to"

It's how they bond as cousins 😂

[minty-playhouse]

OK, but if I may ramble about daltwistle for a moment...

Putting this under a cut because it's just me basically telling you why they compel me so much, so if you're not interested or if you already know you can skip this, otherwise, let's go!

So what makes me crazy about them specifically is how wildly different they are when it comes to approaching their own problems and insecurities, and how that can mesh so well or catastrophically wrong.

Like it drives me up the wall thinking about Roger, who comes from a background where he’s expected to perform in the manliest of ways, already being at a disadvantage because of his short height, resorting to violence/aggression as his coping way, as his way to yes, to prove that he is a big burly guy, what of it?

Meanwhile John is an autistic only child who needs to prove themselves worthy over and over (to a parental figure that will probably never really care no matter how grandiose their achievement is) so he just becomes a character. He’s just masking his way through life, nothing wrong with that. You just need to remember to play your part all the time, no biggie.

So they are pretty much decided on who they are from the get go. Roger is short tempered and picks up fights and brawls all the time because that’s what guys are supposed to do, right? John tries to do every single thing under the sun to impress his unenthused stepdad, because that’s what’s expected right? For you to make your parents proud?

And I just think that while from a “feelings for each other” standpoint (because so far I’ve only been lying down the like base of who they are in my head when thinking these thoughts) John would accept what he feels much easier, since he was never really pressured to perform in any type of manly man setting - at least not to the same extend as Roger’s factory worker background – so OK. Also he’s friends with Pete who’s………… very not straight, which has been all but confirmed by him at this point, so John isn’t exactly shocked and appalled that he himself isn’t an example. He’s surprised it’s Roger of all people that instilled this feeling in him though.

Roger is fucking besides himself. All that perfect image of a guy you shouldn’t mess with, that he built upon for years, and for what? For him to throw it all away because some guy with gnarly teeth smirked at you a little weird and it made you feel weak in your knees for a split second?

And while I feel that John would accept his feelings easier, that doesn’t automatically means he’s just going to open up about them. His entire life was built upon “fake it till you make it” so honestly, he isn’t going to just go to Rog and say what he’s feeling, but nothing’s stopping him from looking and thinking. And besides, how pathetic, that a small shrimp like Rog would have any type of influence over him in any way.

((when the animosity between them as a band as a whole starts to simmer down they realize wow we were being really childish about all of that we really shouldn’t have made that so much more complicated, but I guess our backgrounds made it hard to express ourselves in healthy ways but let’s not unpack all that right now!))

I feel that in the short run Roger would be the first to crack because for all his macho demanding background, at least he just exploded with whoever was making him mad and got over it pretty much (which is a much healthier outlet than mr. “my entire persona is carefully crafted to please those around me”). He would probably think “OK, maybe if I just fucking do it maybe it’s out of my system and I can let this GO” because Roger hates having to keep shit bottled up. But at the same time this is shit he’s gotta keep bottled up because otherwise it’ll ruin his reputation. So yeah, he’s under a lot of stress thirsting over this weird goth guy who existed before goth guys were even a thing.

John would probably show way more vulnerability in the longer run. Like, with Roger there isn’t really much else. What you see is what you get pretty much. When he finally unties himself from people’s demands of him to perform like A Man, he goes “Wow, not sure what I was freaking out about, hah!”

Meanwhile John is a whole baggage that, while I’m not unpacking here because that could be it’s own post, would take eons to go through. Like yeah it’s all fun and games when it’s banging late at night at a hotel when drunk and high. Don’t really need to think about anything. And it’s nice when Roger compliments him. But whatever, he doesn’t really love Roger, it’s no big deal. It’s no big deal, he keeps telling himself.

John is almost scared about his feelings later because at first he thinks “Ah, this is a fling” but the feeling doesn’t go away. And the attachment is way more scary for John than the idea of being gay.

Like, did Roger fall for him, or for the perfectly manicured persona he put forth all these years?

But yeah, these are all things that they could solve if they spent like two minutes talking to each other like people, but instead they need to play this weird game with each other. Where they are in this limbo that’s not really a relationship, but just what are they anyway? They really don’t know, but they also wouldn’t trade this for anything.

I think that’s what compels me about them I guess =shrug emoji=

[batrogers]

choose violence: 8, 12, 16

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Tears of the Kingdom is a completely normal Zelda game, with plot holes big enough to drive trucks through, unexplained new races (anyone remember chicken tits Ooccoo??), failure to be an explicable sequel, and asspull macguffins to save the day.

Do I think it was amazing and deserved Game of the Year? No. But I think it did exactly what it meant to do, and it should be judged according to that and not according to the Sequel To Breath of the Wild built up in your head.

Criticizing it for another iteration of racist Gerudo stereotypes? Yes. Criticizing it for failing to keep the Sheikah tech in any meaningful way? They were never going to do that and any look at Zelda history can tell you that much.

Put on your big girl pants and wade into the mud-filled plot holes with the rest of us. It's fun down here! There's no canon to stop you, and it's a good consistency for throwing at the walls!

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

You're just baiting me to geek about Spirit Tracks, and you know what? Fine. Speaking of Zelda games that created by means of Nintendo having zero relationship to continuity, this is a fantastic game that, once again, did exactly what it intended to do and did it with flair.

I was extremely skeptical of the premise to begin with, but dug into a walkthrough (bc I own one console and am not patient enough for weird emulators) and honestly I really enjoyed it. The story set up is amazing. The characters are adorable. Byrne is my favourite butch and you cannot tell me otherwise. I love that Spirit Tracks Link is absolutely devoted to one thing and it permeates the whole game.

I ran a little wild with my characterization for him, but that's just what i do when I love stories. The gaps in the worldbuilding are again, wide enough to fit the entire Demon Train through with room to spare, but that's part of what makes it a Zelda game like any other. i filled in the gaps with some of my own experience with heavy machinery and historical knowledge, and its taken me some wild places.

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Arson in Breath of the Wild. Like. What?

Not even remotely how I played the game. Probably it's very personal but IIRC it's not supported in LU which tends to feed into a lot of people's headcanons, it's just like a joke people tell and keep telling and I'm so very confused. There's not even that much shit to burn??

My Breath of the Wild playthrough was mostly spent going "Ooo what's over there" and getting myself halfway up a cliff and praying my stamina food would suffice, so just. Very not me, very not my thing.

Then again, I backclimbed from the boss fight in Tears of the Kingdom recently, and ballooned and climbed out of another pit for kicks (aka a No-Warping run) so...

I just have a thing for "Can I do it, though?" what can I say. That just doesn't include "Will it burn?" most of the time.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 19 - Mike

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 18 -- Part 20

Pairing: Mike x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: Drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched), a whole lot of ADHD, Mike being Mike, probably some mentions of some inappropriate things.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Yeeting some Mikey your way just because! (I love him, your honor...) God. This chapter has a special place in my heart because a) it's Mike and b) I loved writing this. I wrote most of it in a couple of hours, and I just completely let my ADHD take the lead on it. It was awesome! (Also: Sorry for not getting creative with titles here, that would just be confusing at this point 😂)

Let me know what you think! 🥰

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I hate waiting. I hate it almost as much as I hate making phone calls to our internet provider, who always refuses to accept that I’ve already figured out what the problem is. Right now, I’m doing both. It’s infuriating. ‘Mike, the internet’s down. Can you take a look at that?’ Of course I fucking can, a two year old could do that! There’s usually not even a lot I can do about it, except call someone to fix it, and anyone else could do that, too. But no. It’s gotta be me. Why does it always have to be me? 

That being said; I’d rather do this than help downstairs, and since they’ve got no idea what exactly I’m doing anyway, I can just play a game while I’m on hold. And it’s not as if I don’t profit from a working internet connection. I’m running low on movies to watch and half the shit I wanted to see has disappeared off Netflix again. I can’t help it that sometimes I need to watch every Disney movie I can remember from my childhood before my brain lets me watch anything new. And it doesn’t help that Dani refuses to watch any horror movies I haven’t seen yet, because she needs me to tell when the jumpscares are. I don’t mind - it’s cute. The way she curls up next to me with a blanket, and holds onto me when she gets scared… Makes me want to show her every scary movie I’ve ever watched. 

Fuck, I’ve got it bad for this girl. But that’s okay, I like it. Even though it’s only been a few weeks since we first went out. And only two weeks since what she thinks is the first time we went out. She’s soft and nice and she’s not just okay with the fact that sometimes I just need to get stoned to shut my brain up, but she actually got stoned with me? She’s pretty great. It’s the insecurities that sometimes get me. Like when she doesn’t trust that I actually mean what I say. I’m a heart-on-sleeve kind of guy. Oh well. 

“Hello?”

“Oh!” The phone, right. “Sorry. Hi…” As suspected; the guy on the phone doesn’t believe that what I say is wrong with my connection, is actually what’s wrong with my connection. Yes, I’ve tried turning it off and on again. Yes, everything’s plugged in where it should be plugged in. Yes, right passwords and whatnot. It’s really not one of those, dude, I ran basic diagnostics. Thanks. Why do I even still do that beforehand? Right, because if it is one of those, I won’t have to call to begin with, and I’ll do anything to avoid that.

“It can take a few min…”

“Dude, I’m so sorry to interrupt.” I really don’t have the patience for this. “I’ve tried all of this before I even picked up the phone…” Although I could have gotten everything done in the time I was on hold. “I’m telling you…” Finally, he agrees to put me through to someone who actually knows anything about the technical side of things. Great. 

“Internet is up again,” I announce to the full - and excruciatingly busy - kitchen. I’m just in time to see Leon toss a bag of weed on the table. “Nice.” Wait, I was trying to think that… 

“I knew there was a reason we kept him around.” Charles. It hurts when he hits the bone in my shoulder, but I’m fairly sure it hurts him more, even though there’s nothing on his face that reveals that little grain of truth. 

“Yeah, it would be so awful if you couldn’t watch porn for one night.” Why is the word ‘porn’ so hot out of the mouth of my girlfriend? Wait. I’ve been saying ‘girlfriend’. Is it too soon to call her my girlfriend? Oh, what gives. She’s hugging me, I like it, and I’m going to be sad when she stops, that’s all that matters. Something Charles says about not needing any porn tonight registers vaguely, but I do catch the way he winks at Dani. What a dick. 

“Think you can still get laid with a broken nose and a black eye, Brandon?” It’s entirely unlikely I can take him on my own, but I feel I can count on some support from Geralt - or even better… Sol. She’s fierce - and she’s the only one who’s ever hit Charles in the nuts. We all applaud her for that a little. Dani’s arms tighten around me. I don’t look away from Charles, I just pull her closer to me. When I finally do look down at her. She’s biting her lip, looking adorable. I can’t help but kiss her. Maybe it’s a little much, considering we’re in public. Maybe I’m just shamelessly marking territory here. I can’t say I care much right now. 

“Where’s Sherlock?” Lucky bastard is upstairs, not getting mixed up in all of this. I was almost just as lucky, yet here I am. 

“In his room,” I say, “he wouldn’t last five minutes tonight if he had to deal with all of this, too.” Neither would I, so I’m glad I skipped most of it. But not enough. Dani puts her hands on the sides of my face. Fuck, I’m clenching my jaw - so hard she noticed, apparently. 

“Relax,” she whispers softly. I have no clue how long we’ve been standing there. I’d say it’s gotta be a while, but I’ve been wrong before. 

“We’ve got it from here,” Geralt says. He jerks his head in the direction of the door. That means ‘Mikey, get out’, but in the nice way. You can’t grow up as me and not pick up on these things, honestly. 

Taking a walk with Dani beats taking a walk without Dani. Facts. There’s one little thing though. She’s slow… -er than me, I should say. I could walk circles around her, I really could. 

“I’m not fast enough for you, am I?” How does she always know? I smile apologetically. And I really do feel bad about it! I swear! My eyes flutter over her body - that always wreaks havoc on my brain. It goes: nice, nice, nice, nice, very nice, wish she’d turn around, nice, nice, she’s smiling, cute, mine, what was I thinking about? I was trying to get some form of… Right!

“Come here,” I say, “climb on.” 

“Mike, there’s no way you can carry me,” she laughs. I love to see her laugh. It’s fucking amazing, the way she laughs. That’s kinda what made me fall in love with her on pretty much the very first day of the year. And then it took me like fifteen weeks to ask her out. Which, honestly… not a great move. Ange actually had to stop me from deleting the text I wrote to ask her out for the thirteenth time - yes, I counted them. Come to think of it, I should probably thank her for that one of these days. Where was I? Right.

“Yeah, I can, come on!” I’m not gonna be much faster with her on my back, but I’m gonna be able to tire myself out, and that’s kinda the point. And I get to touch her. Definite bonus. You’d think - I know I did - that her touching me would be a bonus, too, but it’s very distracting. Because she’s trying very hard to distract me. 

She’s spent enough time in class with me, you’d think, to know that distracting me isn’t exactly an Olympic level sport. Anyone can do that. Squirrels can do that. Leaves can do that. Those little tiny bits of dust that you can see float through the air when it’s spring and there’s sunlight streaming in through a window, and it’s nice and warm and you’re inside, but you really don’t want to be inside, so you look at those little dust-thingies move and you’re really curious how it would feel to just float down, and you spend a little too much time breathing in their direction to make them move, until your teacher notices and asks what the fuck you are doing and you also don’t know the answer to the question they’re asking, so they tell you you’re not paying attention, but is it really your fault, because you’re just not made to sit still on a chair for hours on end, but no, it’s your problem and they tell you to leave the room because you’re disturbing the class when you were really just wondering what it would feel like to be dust and nothing was the matter and you weren’t disturbing anyone until they called you out on not paying attention for a tiny little bit? Mike, focus. Right. 

Oh no. Focus just takes me back to her hands. They aren’t the problem, but they kinda make me wish they were. The problem is the fact that she won’t stop kissing my neck, and every last one of those kisses is kinda altering the fit of my jeans, if you catch my drift. Fuck. 

“Babe, stop.” Of course she doesn’t. Cue adorable noise of sadness. Fine. She wants to play? I’ll play. There’s a few trees nearby, and I walk her straight across the grass to get to one. She thinks I can’t carry her? She’s gonna have to think again. I pull one of her legs to my other hip. 

“Mikey!” she shrieks, but she can’t help but let go of my neck. This is only going to be impressive if I don’t drop her - that would be kinda sad. “What are you doing, you idiot? Oh.” I’m a little proud of myself that I actually managed to do this, and a lot happy to see her pinned against this tree, with her legs wrapped around my waist. 

“Kiss?” I ask. I’d tell myself I have to stop grinning like an idiot, except, no I fucking don’t. She pulls me in - hell yeah! - and kisses me. It’s great when she does that. Her lips honestly feel so amazing. But the tip of her nose is cold against my cheek. Oh, fuck, she moves her hips, and they’re kinda directly over mine. Goddamn, feels good. No, no, why does she stop kissing me? That’s not good.

“Aw, baby.” She presses her lips to my neck again, and I feel her tongue on my skin. Every move makes me grind my hips into her, and she’s moaning softly against my skin every time I do. The sound makes my cock twitch, and that’s of no use to me, because I can’t exactly have her right now, which means this was - all things considered - a fairly terrible idea by yours truly. It really doesn’t help that I’m holding her up with two hands firmly on her ass, either. It’s so squeezable. Soft. I’m really not helping this whole pants-situation. Ehh, I’ll sort that out later. That’s what math is for, right? Right now, I just want to keep kissing my girl.

“Mikey,” she moans against my lips. I know she’s trying to speak, but her lips feel good and they’re soft and warm and I don’t want to stop… “Mikey, stop.” Ok. I freeze, and slowly move away. 

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” she says. Good, she’s still laughing. That makes me happy. “Let’s get back?” I like that idea. But she shouldn’t think I’m done with her, because I’m not. 

 

“Listen.” That’s Marshall. He’s been dealing with something, and I don’t think any of us have bothered to ask what it is. Not that he’d have answered, we know him well enough by now. “You’re not the only people on the planet. Get a fucking room.” Okay. So it’s about a girl, otherwise he wouldn’t care. I’m not going to scream at him, because that would involve taking my mouth off… Hey! I have to glare at him now. A second ago, I was making out with Dani, now I’m not. This is a problem.

“Marshall,” she says, “go find yourself someone to suck your dick, and leave us alone.” Let me try not to laugh at that. Marshall seems plenty ticked off about it, which adds to how funny I find all of this, to be completely honest. I’m not gonna laugh, I’m not gonna laugh… I mean, at least he backs off? My thoughts are still all over the place. I was going to just pretend they aren’t, but Dani points it out. Not in a ‘Mike, stop being so fucking annoying’ kind of way, but in a sweet, caring ‘anything we need to take care of to make it better’ kind of way, and… I know it’s way too soon to say something way too affectionate, but I’m really having trouble keeping my mouth shut. 

“Herbal remedy?” she offers with a sly smile. Fucking marry me. Don’t say that out loud! We walk to the living room, looking for a place to sit down for a second. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dani makes some gesture at Marshall, who is talking to some girl - I don’t know her. Judging from the reflection in the window, she’s sticking her tongue in her cheek. I try not to laugh - again. This is a horrible night for me. I can’t laugh at anything, dammit. 

I sit down and pull Dani into my lap, but she gets up immediately. 

“My roommates are here,” she says. I’ve never met them, but I’ve heard some things about them. For one, I know Sloane is going to be majorly disappointed when she sees she’s already too late to get something going with Sy. I don’t know why she’s after him - possibly because Dani’s review was good. Is it insecure of me to question whether she thinks he’s better in bed than I am? I mean, she isn’t complaining, but we’re a long way from keeping the whole house awake like Geralt and Sol do on occasion. Oh well. 

“Mike!” Hand in front of eyes, waving. Hand. Waving. OH! My head snaps up, and I remember just in time the bag of stuff I’m holding isn’t closed. 

“Second,” I say, closing it before getting up. “Hi!” Sloane and Ariel don’t seem impressed, and honestly, who can blame them. I didn’t notice they were there for the first few seconds they were standing right in front of me. They introduce themselves, and Dani kinda quickly leads them away again to introduce them to the rest of the guys. It takes a while before she comes back, and she stands next to me while I roll a joint. I just keep working. I hope she knows I’m not ignoring her. When her hand brushes past my cheek, I lean into her touch. After some time, I hear a little bit of a tussle next to me, but if I look up now, this is never getting done. Just a few more seconds and... Done! I put everything back in my pockets and look up just in time to see Charles get real mad.   

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here,” he says before taking a swing at some guy I don’t recognize. Dani! Don’t ask me how, but I can hear her breathing, it stands out from all the other sounds all the other people are making, even though the room has gone eerily quiet due to this scuffle. I turn my head to her so fast my neck protests, but big fucking deal. 

“Hey…” I get up and pull her into my arms. She’s upset, but I didn’t see what happened. Fuck. “Come here.”

“Are you alright, Dani?” Charles asks without looking away from the guy, who seems to decide it’s probably for the best if he just fucks off. I can see Ariel standing across the room; she’s next to Leon, and she’s glaring at me. Fuck, I’m not making a great impression here. Sy calls for everyone to mind their own business, and the fact that everyone stops staring relaxes me a little. But only a little. 

“Wanna go outside?” Dani asks. I can tell she’s upset, and it’s fucked up that she’s taking care of me right now instead of the other way around. 

“You wanna tell me what happened?” I hope my eyes apologize enough for now, because I can’t bring myself to say ‘sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend’ out loud in a room filled with people I barely know. 

“Actually, I could really use some of that joint right now,” she says. Apparently, she doesn’t want to talk in a room full of people, either. 

It’s quieter outside, and I feel like I can finally think straight. We’re not the only people there, but the ones who are there - August, Anjelica, Sol and Geralt - are good company. With the same idea I had, apparently. Except no one is smoking. 

“Did you guys step outside when you saw me leave the living room?” I ask. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, and they’re not too proud to just admit to it, either. “For fuck’s sake, I’ll roll another one, here.” I hand the joint in my pocket to Dani and sit down at the only slightly wonky table to get to work on the next one. 

“Thanks, Mikey.” Dear, sweet Angie. I love her to bits, we all do. Infinite bonus points to her for keeping August’s head level, too, there’s not a lot of people who can do that. 

“Are you almost done?” Dani’s voice is shaky - and so is the rest of her. It’s cold, but it’s not that kind of trembling, I can tell. I finish what I’m doing, hand the product of my hard work to Geralt and pull her into my lap. 

“What happened, Dani?” Ange again. She’s so sweet. If August ever breaks up with her, I’m fairly sure none of us will look at him for a while. 

“Just some guy who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” Fuck! That’s what I missed? Maybe I’m really not made for this relationship stuff, if I can’t even… Best I can do is hold her right now, I guess. 

“Shit, you took care of that?” August asks me, forcing me to tell him it was Charles who ended up kicking him out. No one says anything. No questions, no ‘why not you?’ They understand. But does she? Her friend Ariel clearly didn’t. Everyone stays quiet for a bit, which is kinda nice. 

“Anything I can do for you, baby?” No need to get creative in a situation like this one, right? She shakes her head and snuggles up closer. “Hold me,” she says to me, “and get me some of that.” August sees her pointing at him and he hands her the joint. It’s surprising, but he’s a lightweight when it comes to pot. He can drink like no tomorrow, though, and I can see he’s holding a glass of whatever. He hasn’t had enough to be all over Ange yet. Shame, they’re cute when they get all clingy. Geralt and Solveig haven’t had the courage to let go of each other just yet. Seeing Geralt like this sure beats seeing him the week after Sol leaves - or the week after he comes back from seeing her. Not that he gets particularly annoying or anything. Just sighs a lot. 

A few minutes go by, and we’re still not talking. Most of us came here for some peace and quiet, anyway. Ange is a chatterbox, but she’s had a bad week. August probably took care of the worst part before they even got here. I wonder if she can even sit comfortably. Alright, I can't make myself laugh right now, they're gonna ask what I'm thinking. Moving on… Sol prefers to be in quieter places, Geralt is going insane with all the chatter inside when he’s standing out here, let alone when he’s in the middle of it, and August just doesn’t like people. I can figure that out about these guys in a heartbeat, but I can’t tell when my own girlfriend is being harassed. Honestly, it feels pretty fucking terrible. 

My brain slows down unusually fast. It’s nice, finally some genuine quiet. Dani melts into me, which is awesome. She’s warm, she’s soft, she’s great. Oh, and she smells nice. August and Angie are getting inappropriately touchy, which just makes me laugh. I honestly couldn’t give a damn. They’re great together, and I love seeing people happy and in love. Same goes for Sol and Geralt. Like, who cares if they keep the whole house up all night every once in a while? Why the hell should I be mad that they’re having great sex? Little jealous, maybe… Dani puts her head on my shoulder, and I lean my cheek against her hair. Deep sigh. I used to think it wasn’t for me. I’m still not completely sure I can do it. But fuck, I’m gonna try. I want what they have. Love. Who knows, maybe I’ve already found it?

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remote rewatches Angel, 2.05 "Dear Boy"

This has always been one of my favourite episodes because I looove Darla and Angel's descent into moral greyness. Julie Benz, be still my heart. Still a very good episode! This is Benz's time to shine and she's impeccable.

I do wonder what the hell was Wolfram and Hart's plan in revealing to Angel that Darla was in fact Darla. All they did was cause him some legal annoyances. If they'd continued to confuse him he got could have got really unhinged. There's a bit where Angel and Darla belittle the plan and are like "they're only human" but, writers, lampshading your awkward writing doesn't fix the problem.

I have Mixed Feelings about the gender politics of this episode. Watching this now, it is pretty uncomfortable to watch Angel manhandle Darla as much as he does. He throws her around, grabs her by the throat, bites her... and yeah, she used to be Evil, but he is still a superhuman being and she's a human and David Boreanaz is like twice Julie Benz's size. And just because you had a sadomasochistic relationship in the past doesn't mean it's okay to start throwing your ex against walls if you run into them again. And yes Darla is doing very bad things and is complicit in getting people killed even now so she deserves some kind of punishment (I mean I don't believe in retributive justice but yknow in the logic of the TV show), but Angel is just doing this for kicks. I don't have a strong moral disapproval of the depiction of abuse here (Angel is obviously portrayed as being in the wrong), but there's some stuff to talk about here.

Which is not to say that, uh, it's not extremely hot. I would have been 11 when I first watched this, maybe even 10, and it was extremely erotic then and it still is! These are very kinky shows, it's no wonder I latched onto them. Angel/Darla, Spike/Buffy, Wesley/Lilah, Faith in general... I was sooo into this shit. Plus Julie Benz is in a corset in the flashbacks which is <3 <3 <3

Speaking of this episode has some of the better flashbacks and Juliet Landau is great at playing completely insane. Angel's Irish accent, however...... like jesus christ how was that ever allowed

As a white British child I didn't grow up with a great understanding of US racial politics and ho boy I did not pick up on Kate racially profiling Gunn. Bad Kate. We'll see how I feel about the show's handling of racism & police violence when we get to "The Thin Dead Line". I'm more fond of Kate than most but her illogical behaviour is pretty irritating here. "While you fight your big battles of good and evil, I care about the innocent people who get caught in the crossfire, like that man who was murdered! [proceeds to do absolutely nothing about the dead guy and just fixate on Angel]"

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Minette watches Medici, part 20 (Innocents)

-Hey, look! Another (mostly) good episode! The Medici truly are at their best when they are more morally ambiguous. I did have some problems with this episode, once again because of Lorenzo, whose corruption arch wasn't very well handled, but much like Alicent in Hot D, many moments of that arch are good, even if the arch itself doesn't come together in a coherent manner, like at all.

-RIP LUCREZIA T, YOU WERE THE BEST FEMALE CHARACTER IN THIS FRANCHISE AND PROBABLY THE BEST CHARACTER PERIOD, YES EVEN BETTER THAN MY KING FERRANTE, FUCK YOU, FIGHT ME.

-Beyond my endless love for Lucrezia T, her final episode too was nothing to scoff at, like some moments were cliche (especially the Incurable Cough Of Death), but overall she got a great sendoff that cemented her as my absolute favourite. Her engaging in some light embezzlement because Lorenzo is just that bad with money? Fun, interesting character beat. Mentoring Clarice into becoming her successor? It's a bit surprising she didn't even try sooner, but still, pretty cool! Her being reminded of Giuliano when Giulio gets into fights? Amazing, no notes. Like that minisubplot was indeed very cheesy, but surprisingly emotionally effective. Hell, they did the "dying person deliriously running after someone and collapsing" AND "dying person sees a tragically fallen loved one as a some sort of psychopomp" - and I didn't roll my eyes once!

-Speaking of: I wish Giulio was just plain better developed, because there are interesting kernels of characterization here that I'd adore to see explored. Like for a show that loves to just plain spell shit out, Giulio's sword was such a great storytelling device - I mean, teenage Giulio gets so little screen time, but when he decides he maybe wants to become a priest? You absolutely get it. There are also some hints of him growing closer over the years to Giovanni at least, if not Piero, but again, not enough to really see it clearly.

-Lol, I recognized another child actor in this! First Adam from Good Omens as baby Lorenzo, now Tewkesbury from Enola Holmes as teenage Piero... I have no point to make here, I just think it's funny.

-Riario continues his uninterrupted streak of being a pathetic little thug that is only ever a threat because his uncle is the pope and he's... Let's be real here, only about as brutal as any IRL condotierro, but that's just enough capacity of violence to be a genuine menace. I also love his relationship with Caterina, like he knows what he has in her and clearly wants to be a wife guy so badly, but he's too much of thuggish manbaby to ever show affection towards anyone, even her. Like the same way Rüstem can never not be creepy, even when he means well, Riario can never not be an absolute douche.

-Speaking of pathetic little bitches - Lorenzo and pope competed for the title of Italy's Biggest Primadonna, and Lorenzo scored an unquestioned victory with his "I'd rather have innocent people slaughtered than apologize to you". Like, fuck dude, I know you technically didn't do anything wrong, but there are lives at stake! Swallow your pride, goddamnit! The worst part is, he then apologizes anyway - so that the head honchos at the conference pay attention to him, because he's afraid the pope might be getting a win with the whole conference taking place outside of Florence thing! BTW I am still not sure how Lorenzo being a center of attention for a hot minute erases pope's contributions to the conference, or really what those contributions are considering it doesn't even take place on his territory... Is he some kind of chairman here? I am so confused. The whole conference doesn't make any sense anyway, like is it supposed to have ended some particular war or whatever? Would it be that hard to throw in a few words about how, say, France and Venice were at war and now they and their allies are negotiating the peace terms?!

-Oh, I see Lorenzo didn't restore signoria after the peace as he promised! VERY interesting. Or it would be if I had any idea why the fuck is he doing something so blatantly terrible and against everything he professed to stand for even a couple of episodes ago. Is he afraid of what might happen to him and his family if he loses absolute power for even a second? Well, that would be interesting, if the show so much as hinted at it, but it doesn't, rendering the whole corruption arch a fucking joke.

-I do think that in a vacuum, Lorenzo letting all those people be massacred by Riario was pretty interesting both as a political move and a character beat. Like, even the characters were like "damn dude that's COLD". I don't love Bernardi once again being Lorenzo's shoulder devil, but at least the dude's characterization is consistent... And now the showrunners are teasing us with his backstory. Well, ladies and gentlemen, consider that bait swallowed! I truly can't wait for what they are going to do with it.

-Oh, look, a decent Lorenzo x Clarice scene! You know, once in a while these two remind me that they can be a good couple, and then go back to their old ways of being boring and devoid of chemistry. Honestly, making them join a polycule with Lucrezia D can only improve things.

-Oh, hey, Caterina is doing some cool shit this episode! Nice.

-...okay, I'll admit, that was one hell of a cliffhanger right at the end.

[twilightmalachite]

MIRAGE - The Most Beautiful Mirror in the World 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: Bella

"(Who can I even talk to about this? My parents? God? Is there anyone who can make this right?)"

Season: Winter

Location: Back Alley in Downtown

That day, after school…

Shinobu: …

Yuuta: …Look, Shinobu-kun.

I just told you. Stay out of this. It’s best for the both of us.

I’m not gonna hold back from spitting in the industry bigwig’s faces anymore. You wouldn’t want to be on my side anyways.

You might end up ruining RYUSEITAI’s reputation of being allies of justice, y’know. If you become a bad boy like me, everyone in RYUSEITAI might even start looking down on you.

You don’t want that. Who would? Nobody likes a bad kid.

Go home.

Shinobu: …Ninja art: hiding technique!

Yuuta: What?

Shinobu: Yuuta-kun has successfully fallen for my ninjutsu, and is speaking in the wrong direction!

What he doesn’t know is that he is only looking at a mirage, my real self being in the shadows of the convenience store—

Yuuta: Hiyah.

Shinobu: Oww. I-I’m against violence…

Yuuta: C’mon, I didn’t hit that hard. If you had been Aniki, I would’ve done a jump kick.

Shinobu: The degree of violence doesn’t matter, de gozaru! Hitting others is bad no matter what!

Wait, ahh, not that I’m here, or anything.

Hehehe, that foolish Yuuta-kun—he’s striking in the wrong direction. All right!

Yuuta: What are you doing? Look, this is starting to really get on my nerves. Can’t you go and disappear already?

Y’know, with your oh-so-amazing ninjutsu and shit. Go poof.

Shinobu: Ninjutsu is used when you must escape from your enemies, de gozaru.

However, Yuuta-kun is no enemy of mine.

Yuuta: Aren’t you using a hiding technique right now, though? Since you’re using ninjutsu, doesn’t that mean you think of me as your enemy?

Shinobu: Ah… W-Wrong! Hidden techniques don’t count. You can use those against your allies too. Yes.

Yuuta: You’re kidding me… Guess I don’t know anything about ninjas.

Shinobu: If you’d like, I can teach you, de gozaru! About ninjas! I love them so much I could go on about them for a week straight!

Yuuta: I really don’t want to be stuck listening to your senseless, endless otaku ramblings…

Shinobu: Ah, he ran away, de gozaru! Yuuta-kun, wait!

Heheheh, if you think you can escape the pursuit of a ninja, you are naive indeed~!

Yuuta: (…What the hell?)

(Why is he chasing after me? Even though I said things so harsh it makes me want to throw up from self-disgust…)

(Why won’t he leave me alone? Because he’s a friend? What even is a friend?)

(Is this something someone normal would know? A normal kid who is loved by his parents, goes to school normally, and is able to make friends normally?)

(I just don’t get it…! Why was I born as an abnormal kid who can’t even understand something so normal?)

(Who can I even talk to about this? My parents? God? Is there anyone who can make this right?)

Location: Downtown

One hour later…

Yuuta: (Phew… I got away, somehow.)

(Shinobu-kun’s been chasing me persistently, and it’s put me through a lot of trouble… He’s surprisingly fast and is really good at tailing others. As expected of a ninja, I guess.)

(But, I’ve got my share of chasing! I’ve been playing tag with Aniki ever since I was little!)

(Every time Aniki would do something stupid, I’d get angry and chase him—)

(And while doing so, I’d be able to forget about all the things I hate. Even if nothing would get solved, once I’d catch Aniki and punish him, I’d feel much better.)

(…I’ve been using Aniki as a punching bag for so long.)

(By turning Aniki into the embodiment of all that is bad in the world, I was able to find peace of mind by beating him into a pulp. Ahh, and I’d say I was the good kid compared to him.)

(The more righteous one.)

(But, that was sick of me, and I regret what I did to “Hinata-kun”.

(It’s me, now. I’ve become the demon.)

(No… From the beginning, the most horrible one of us was…)

Shinobu: Yuuuuta-kuun! ♪

Yuuta: Hyaaahhh!?

Shinobu: Whoa, what a scream. No way, did you not notice me? I was behind you this entire time, de gozaru…

Eheh, it seems like my hidden arts are more advanced than I had thought!

Yuuta: …Seriously, what do you want?

Seriously, even though I was disguised as Aoi Byakuya, you still recognized me.

Shinobu: Hehe, you can’t deceive the eyes of a ninja! I could tell at first glance!

Yuuta: And yet the first time you ran into me like this, you panicked and said “Who!?”

Shinobu: …Yuuta-kun, do you want ice cream?

Yuuta: Huh? In winter?

Shinobu: Eating ice cream in the winter is also exceptional, de gozaru! Around this time of year, people are always lining up at convenience stores for new flavors—

I get all excited every year as well!

Yuuta: Uh-huh…

Shinobu: …I’ve always wanted a friend with whom I could talk about the little things to.

Yuuta: If you wanna talk about those things, why can’t you just talk to the other kids in RYUSEITAI…

Shinobu: Because there, we have allll sorts of problems going on…

It’s always talk about things like work and the future of the unit. My stomach ends up hurting to the point I couldn’t get ice cream if I wanted, de gozaru…

Yuuta: I get that. For me, it’s not too much an issue anymore, but… Before, my friends, family, and colleagues were all Aniki. So if we got into a fight, it was the absolute worst.

The entire world would turn pitch black. When a moonless night falls, I can’t see anything.

Shinobu: Mhm!

I want you to be able to talk to me about those things, important or not, de gozaru. I want to know more about you, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: Does… that mean you’re going to become a bad kid with me?

Shinobu: No. I’m a part of RYUSEITAI after all, I can’t take part in anything bad.

Yuuta: Then this conversation is over.

Shinobu: Don’t say that. If one overlooks evil deeds, they’re disqualified as a hero, but if one abandons a troubled friend, they’re disqualified as a human being.

I’m a coward, so I don’t think I could get in the dirt with you, Yuuta-kun. I’ve never really wanted to take revenge on someone who made me upset, so I can’t empathize with you.

Yuuta: …

Shinobu: But even still, I might be able to at least help you in another way. To fight the enemy—the evil that’s tormenting you, Yuuta-kun. And for that reason, I’ll put my mind to it and do whatever I can!

Whether you want it or not, this is what I want to do. No, this is what I (boku) will do.

That’s what I’ve decided.

Yuuta: You really are selfish. Just like everybody else around me.

But maybe it’s alright if I’m selfish, like you and everyone else too, y’know! But when I oppose my father and other people in higher positions, I get scolded for being a bad kid…

I shouldn’t have to be the only one forbidden to do what everyone else does normally.

Shinobu: Nobody’s trying to forbid or condemn you for anything, though.

Yuuta: Right… …I’ll have one of those ice creams as well.

I don’t really like sweet things, but seeing you eat it made me really want one too.

Shinobu: Sure, but it’s not on me, de gozaru. You’ll have to pay me back!

Yuuta: Jeesh~, you’re so stingy, Shinobu-kun.

Shinobu: I’ve told you again and again, I’m kinda broke!

Yuuta: …♪

Shinobu: …♪

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Just a few Sun x Y/N x Moon memes

Moon: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time. Sun: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way. Moon: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time. Sun: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

Sun: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind. Sun: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. Sun: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year? Y/N: This is Monopoly.

Y/N: Alright, listen up you little shits. Y/N: Not you Sun. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Moon: Do you want a drink? Y/N: I could go for some appy slices right now. Moon: With a little peanut butter to dip them in? Y/N: FUCKING OF COURSE I WANT PEANUT BUTTER MOON!

Moon: Truth or dare? Y/N: Truth. Moon: How many hours have you slept this week? Y/N: Y/N: Dare. Moon: Go to sleep. Y/N: I don't like this game.

Y/N: Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it. Sun: …what happened? Moon: We made a VERY bad mistake.

Moon: How would you like your hair cut? Y/N: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

Y/N: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.

Y/N: *Grabs Sun* This is mine now.

Y/N: I just had a long talk with Sun and Moon about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

Sun: Let's all agree that going up the stairs on all fours is actually the best experience on earth. Y/N: Conversely, going down the stairs on all fours is actually the most terrifying experience on earth.

Sun, to Y/N: You know, Moon can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Sun: blows airhorn at Moon GET FUCKED!

Moon: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon. Moon: It's me.

Y/N: Hey, Moon, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Moon: Yeah. Y/N: And you, Sun? Sun: Umm… yes? Y/N: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Sun: Did they just-

Y/N: Moon, you risked your life to save me! Moon: And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.

Moon: Any idiot would know that. Sun: I knew that! Moon: See?

Moon: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi. Y/N: MOON, NO!

Y/N: I’m Y/N. I’m a fast food worker. Moon: I’m Moon. I have a knife.

Y/N: standing on a balcony and sneezes Moon: standing on the roof Bless you. Y/N: God?

Sun: Can we go to a haunted house? Y/N: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Sun: Wh-what? Y/N: Goodnight, Sun.

Y/N: Is this about me? Moon: No. Y/N: Then I've lost interest.

Y/N: running towards Moon with open arms Moon: moves out of the way Y/N: Hey, why'd you move?! Moon: I thought you were going to attack me. Y/N: I was going to hug you! Moon: Why would you hug me? Y/N: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Sun: You look mentally ill. Moon: I am. Let’s go.

Sun: I told Moon that his hat wags when he lies. Y/N: Does it? Sun: No. Y/N: Then why did you tell him that? Sun: Because I can do this. Sun: Hey Moon! Do you love us? Moon, gripping his hat: No.

Y/N: Are we fighting or flirting? Moon: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Y/N: Your point?

Y/N: Sun has discovered "deez nuts" jokes and it's all he says now. Everything is deez nuts. He simply won’t stop. Y/N: I asked Sun where he learned that joke. He made me promise he wouldn't get in trouble if he told me. I agreed. Y/N: So he leans in and whispers, "deez nuts."

Y/N: Though I admit I don���t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Moon: Who told you my secret?

Y/N: Moon made you cry? Sun, tearing up: Yes. He said some really mean things that are only partly true.

Sun: I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Y/N’s phone number just by choosing random numbers.

Sun: sighs I have no friends… Y/N: Y/N: coughs Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

Moon: What’s your name cutie?~ Y/N: I don’t know, I’m like 8 years old.

Sun: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Moon: No, we are mad. Sun: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Moon: No, we’re not! Sun: I am not a mind reader, Moon!

Sun: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible? Moon: I gotta give you credit, Y/N. You make it look easy. Y/N: Years of practice.

Y/N: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Moon: But ya' didn't!