#liz complains a lot

[ididitforthedogs]

Frantically left work to get to another appointment. Why is it so fucking hard not to go fucking blind

[girlwiththegreenhat]

robot characters who claim to not have emotions and feelings then constantly and objectively Do have emotions and feelings my beloved

[metamatronic]

Firstly, I love your au! Your art is amazing, and the premise lives rent-free in my head

Question: When after the fazbear frights fire when Mike added Will to the list of ghost-robot roommates, how did Liz and CC react to seeing their dad after three decades?

I assume probably tear-fueled reunion mixed with a lot of questions

Like, I assume Will figured out what happened to Liz from context clues (ghosts possess robots=Liz is circus baby), but Liz definitely didn't know what happened to Will (esp bc not even Mike knew about him being springtrap in your au) so she would probably be surprised to see her dad back as a robot bunny with a corpse in it

Well, This Is Awkward (pt. 1) {next}

It’s funny—As much as Michael complains that Lizzie was spoiled rotten as a kid, he’s a pretty bad enabler. Of course, he’s not above letting her dig herself into a hole, especially in front of their father.

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex toys, mentions of non-conscensual sex, spiked drinks, abuse/neglect, etc. words -> 3.8K

abstract -> The famous doberman hybrid... something is happening behind closed doors and not just fruits and chocolate.

y/n perspective

“You are somehow worse now that you have hybrids” Wonyoung scolded me as she looked through my closet forcing me to go out with her. She said that I hadn't hung out with her and the girls for three months now. 

Which honestly was true… Now with Wooyoung and San, I don’t really leave. And I was busy with my new book that I've started writing. 

“There, you're ready! And the driver will be here in five minutes so let's start going down” she said as she dragged me out and I saw Wooyoung and San fighting over the remote. 

“Stop hogging the TV!” San scolded and I laughed at the two which must've caught their attention. “She’s leaving so be on your best behavior with you both! I’ll return her soon~” Wonyoung said as we were now in the elevator I waved at the two hybrids who seemed displeased. 

“Where are we even going?” I asked and she smiled. “There's this new restaurant that just opened. Apparently, Winter got us reservations for tonight” she said and I sighed. 

No wonder she dressed me up this way. 

The drive was a bit long as we arrived at this restaurant which had quite a big line. “Woah,” I said and she giggled. “Told ya!” she said and we cut the line as the hostess let us in and took us to our table. It was a really pretty place. 

“y/n!!” I heard as I saw Winter, NingNing, Liz, and Eunchae. “Hi! It's really been a while” I said and they smiled. “Yeah cause you're busy with your hybrids. You’re welcome by the way!” Eunchae said and I smiled. “I owe you one” I said and she smiled. 

“Even though one of them attacked you?” Liz asked worried and I sighed. “We don’t mention that," I said, forgetting what happened.

“How is the traumatized one?” Wonyoung asked while looking at the menu. “San is doing better. Working through some things but he’s a lot better now” I said and they nodded. 

“I heard this place is actually the best at their dessert!” Eunchae sad Winter, NingNing, and Wonyoung whined. “Diet?” Liz asked and they nodded. “It's a special night! Cheat it!” I said and they chuckled. The waiter came to take our order and we talked when… 

“Hello, girls!!” I heard as I saw someone I didn’t recognize. Suddenly Wonyoung’s mood seemed to drastically change. 

“Oh? I don’t recognize you three?” she said pointing to me, Liz, and Eunchae. I also noticed the hybrid beside her… he looked thin. 

“Introduce me!” She said annoyingly and the three looked annoyed and unamused. “Eunchae, Liz, y/n. Meet e/n '' Wonyoung said and she smiled sweetly. e/n… I heard her through Wonyoung stating how rude and conniving she was. Two-faced snake as she would say...

She was apparently famous because of her hybrid Yeosang who was a model, and online influencer. 

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with people outside of the beauty industry. That's a bit risky” she said and the three scoffed. “I have a reservation with others, but honestly they’re quite annoying. You guys don’t mind me joining right?” she said as she laughed it off and sat down. 

I already hated her. 

“So what do you girls have planned?” she said, ignoring us. I looked at Liz and Eunchae who looked quite annoyed. Eunchae pointed at her phone…

I opened mine to see a new group chat…

Beauty Influcers + “Common folk” Eunchae – so are we gonna just take this slander? Liz – suddenly I wanna go to the restroom 🧍 y/n – why’d she come in that way though? Just barged in our girl's night 😢

We were complaining through the group chat when: “You know it's rude to be on your phone when you're in a restaurant” she said and we looked at each other.

“Well, when you ignore them and tell us it's risky that they are our friends I don’t blame them? What are they supposed to do, sit there and get ignored?” Wonyoung said and she scoffed. 

“It's not my fault you're friends with people like them? They’ll destroy your reputation” she said and I scoffed. “The daughter of a rich CEO, an actress, and a model will destroy our reputation, girls,” NingNing said sarcastically. “Oh? Upcoming model and actress? Who’s the daughter of a CEO?” she asked and the girls looked at me. 

“So what do you do? Or are you even planning on working?” she asked me and I scoffed. “I’m actually a writer," I explained and she laughed. 

“A writer? Are you any good at it?” she asked with a clear judging tone to her attitude. “She’s done lots of things, but she writes novels now,” Winter said in my defense and she hummed. 

“You know… I need a script to write for videos I do with Yeosang here. He’s a popular hybrid. I'm sure you’ve seen his videos~” she bragged and I rolled my eyes. 

“No thanks. I’m currently writing a book” I muttered and she hummed. “I hate to break your passion, sweetie. But believe me, I can pay you more than you’ll ever make on those silly little stories" she said and I couldn't defend myself as the waiter finally came and took our order.  

She made the conversation about herself… I half expected her to leave for her so-called reservation. Instead she stayed until dessert. 

That's when I decided to pay attention to the hybrid next to her. She’d order him very small plates of food. He’d also barely touch his food while she ate much more than him. 

He wouldn’t look up at us and he sat up properly. 

“He’s pretty right?” She said while looking at me. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I have to do just to manage him. He’s just so pretty that everyone wants a piece of him” she said with a clear smirk on her face. 

“She already has hybrids,” Eunchae said and she looked surprised. “I bet not as pretty as my Yeosangie~,” she said and I scoffed. 

“Honestly… If San wasn’t bad with people, he could’ve been a really good hybrid model” Liz said and I smiled. “San is really pretty. It's always exotic hybrids who also are sought after '' Winter said and I think they were doing it on purpose. Now taking her attention of. 

“I bet Yeosang is better behaved. He can do anything and everything right!” she said and I wondered what she meant by that. 

“You look confused? Wanna find out?” she asked and I was confused as to what she was implying. “Maybe it’ll convince you to work for me?” she asked and I scoffed. 

“Please… we told her time and time again that panther was nothing but trouble but she always gives him the most attention along with that fox of hers," Wonyoung said as she fixed her lip gloss in front of our unwanted guest. 

“Oh, but he's so sweet! And he’s the best cook I've ever seen!” Liz complimented Wooyoung. “You have a fox and a panther? What a weird duo” she said and I shrugged. 

“Here,” she said, now handing me a card. It was a QR code with a location on it. “Trust me. Go and you’ll understand what I’m talking about” she said with a smug face. 

Yeosang beside her looked… sad? His ears twitched downwards and he had a tired frown on his face as he looked at his full plate, not even enough for a toddler. 

“It’ll be fun~”

“y/nnie!!” I heard as I walked inside and kicked off my heels. I hugged Wooyoung who was right in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asked and I sighed. 

“I hate people” I muttered and I heard two chuckles. “What happened, kitty?” I heard San say as his face got closer to mine and smiled.

“I’m never leaving this place again,” I said he now looked concerned. Wooyoung lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You must've had a really bad day,” Wooyoung asked and I hummed… “But you got all dressed up… how could you look so pretty and be sad” San teased and I sighed.  

“Can I ask you two something?” I asked and I could only see San nod clearly confused. “Can a hybrid really be happy with an owner who can buy everything but be used and overworked?” I asked and they sighed.

“I don’t know… All I wanted was to belong somewhere, I wasn’t given everything I wanted materialistically but I just wanted attention and love” Wooyoung said as he put me down to my bed. “I wouldn't be. You offered me the world but I was sure you’d abuse me… even with everything you gave me, that thought made me angry. I would’ve resented you '' San confessed and I thought back to Yeosang. 

He had to have been lying right? 

“Why do you guys keep your collars on without taking them off?” I asked and they shrugged. “I like it. It's a sense of security, '' Wooyoung said happily. “It's a pretty comfortable collar… I haven't had it bother me. It's almost like when you wear those tight-fitted necklaces' ' San explained. 

“If it did hurt though I wouldn’t wear it for long periods of time” Wooyoung explained. “Why do you ask?” San asked and I shook my head. 

“There was this hybrid I saw with this woman. She… was cocky, rude, and insensitive, and yet the way he acts around her reminded me of a trained hybrid. One who was abused and taught to be submissive” I explained and they looked at each other. 

“Well… that's common. It's why hybrids pity those in the upper class. They get abused more than a common household would. Even then the percentage is still high” Wooyoung explained and I felt my heart ache. 

“Which is why we’re thankful for you. You actually care about us ” San said as he now jumped onto my bed next to me. Wooyoung also joined. 

I only ever felt loved by them… and I loved them back.

yeosang's perspective

“How many times have I told you?! You’re just constantly humiliating me!” she yelled while throwing a wine bottle. 

“It's fine… you’ll make it up to me right?” she asked with a soft smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Why did I always fall for it? Why couldn’t I make her proud…

“That girl. The writer, she’s well connected not to mention the daughter of rich parents” she said and I felt dirty as I knew what she wanted. 

“You know what to do right, yeosang-ie!” she said with a big smile. I nodded and she left me alone in my room. 

All the luxury in the world wasn’t worth it. 

Her stupid penthouse apartment just made me feel unloved, neglected, and like a slave. 

The beautiful clothing made me feel disgusting… and this stupid sparkly collar with this lock only gave me pain. A constant reminder of how I was just a pet.

That girl… she had two hybrids. I pity any hybrid who had a rich owner. 

But at least they weren't alone.

I sat on the couch waiting for the door to open. I was dressed in simple black clothing… There were a lot of erotic items in the bedroom and even the kitchen. 

What fantasy would I have to portray this time?

I heard the door click and I stood up with my head down to show her respect… even if she didn't deserve it. “Have fun~” I heard my owner’s voice. I saw the same girl from the other night look at my owner as she closed the door. She is pretty… I'd at least admit that. 

She turned to me and her face was flushed. Was she drunk? Most of the people who come here are… I hate this apartment. 

“Hello, how may I serve–” “Is there any food?” 

She cut me off and I sighed… I couldn’t have guessed she was into that. Then again it's always a surprise. She opened the fridge and sighed. “Why is there so much fruit and chocolate?” she whined. She brought it out and began… eating it?

Was she just hungry?

“Is there something specifically you wanted? I could request it from room service?” I asked and she sighed. She shook her head and continued eating the bowl of fruit. Occasionally dip it in chocolate. “I think he has food ready at home… When is the driver gonna be here?: she asked. “W-what?” I was confused. “The driver? e/n told me they’d be here…” she wandered off.  

Did she not know what she was pushed into? 

“By the way, she's a bitch?” She said casually, making me let out a quick laugh. It was a random thing to mention. “Hmm. Is it offensive to call someone a bitch if you’re a dog?” she asked and I laughed. “No… not really. Humans made it an insult and if you haven't noticed im not a female” I explained and she nodded.

“Why are you here? Did she want you to convince me to work for her again?” she asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Cause she's a bitch. I make a living off my books… So why is she asking me to do something so simple as scripts? Shouldn’t that be her job?” she complained and I smiled softly. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked and she nodded and felt my heart drop. “I’m waiting for the driver,” she explained and I let out a sigh. “I really want to go home. I’m hungry and these fruits aren’t helping” she complained and she started to hiccup. She really was drunk… out of her mind. 

“What do you want to eat?” I asked now curious. She smiled softly… “I think Sannie wanted meat again. Anything he wants is fine” she said with a smile. Was that her hybrid?

“Who is he?” I asked and she grinned. “A beautiful panther” she muttered as she wandered off with a stupid smile on her face. “Is that right?” I asked now envious. “Mhm… he deserves the world, him and Woo. I’d give them everything I own to make them happy…” she trailed off. Was she actually good to them?

“What are they like?” I asked and she giggled. “The best…” she said progressively now, getting sleepy after eating. “That collar… doesn’t it hurt?” she asked me and I was shocked she’d ask. 

“I’ll be okay” I lied and she hummed. “When’s the driver getting here” she muttered as she now closed her eyes. She sat there with her head in her hands.

She looked like an angel… suddenly her phone rang. It sounded to be coming from her purse… I opened it making sure not to move her to try to turn it off. Instead, I answered the call… “y/n? Where are you, Wonyoung has literally texted everyone to know where you went?” a male voice said… the name was read as Doyoung?

“y/n?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Do I have to call you, Yuta or Johnny?” he asked, sounding worried. “She’s drunk,” I said and it was silent. “Who are you?” he asked now with an angry voice. “e/n took her to an apartment? I’m her hybrid…” I said and he sighed. He asked where the apartment was and I told him. She wasn’t supposed to be here… she was supposed to be at a party out with friends and go home to a warm meal with her hybrids. I was jealous. 

I watched as she slept and I thought about taking her to the bedroom but… I didn’t want to see the array of toys, rope, etc to be there. She was better off sleeping here…

The door was soon met with aggressive knocking. I picked her up bridal style not wanting to let them in. They’d know if they saw everything in here… I stopped at the door. They’d know everything here… would they help me? Report it? I’ve tried before… could it be a trick to punish me?

The door soon swung open to reveal a girl and a guy. 

“Do something, you're the hybrid specialist!” she yelled/whispered. Hybrid specialist? Would he help me… was I even considered abused? “I’m a hybrid doctor, not a specialist!” he said. 

I could hurt her… but she didn’t deserve it. She seemed like a good person…

He soon tried inching closer… he was gonna grab her from my arms–

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain and I hoped he’d do something. Call hybrid control… I’d beg on my knees for him to do something about the bite mark now oozing blood.

“Doyoung!” the girl next to him yelled out as he grip his arm. 

“Call, Kun we don’t know what he did to her and he bit me. We’ll have to do an investigation”

-> y/n’s perspective

“She’s always been a heavy sleeper” I heard as I realized how cold it was. “y/n!!” I heard as I realized how bright the room was. “Huh?” I was confused… Where was I? Why did I have such a big headache? “Jeno, give her some space” I heard and I saw three figures looking down on me. 

“Uhm… hello?” I said and they smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re okay,” Taeyong said and I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, realizing how big of a headache I had. 

“You were in an apartment with a doberman hybrid. He bit Doyoung and is being investigated” Taeyong said and I was confused. “Just know that you’ll have to make a statement if you remember anything. I hope you’re okay” he said as he left and Jeno rushed to get Johnny as they helped me check out of the emergency room. “y/n!!” I heard that I saw Wonyoung in last night’s dress. “What happened?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“I was hoping you’d tell me”

The elevator door opened when I saw San and Wooyoung slumped over the kitchen island sleeping. Have they been waiting for me since last night? Everything is such a blur… 

I rubbed San’s arm knowing I should wake him up first since Wooyoung might startle him. His eyes opened and he saw me with relieved eyes. He suddenly tackled me in a tight hug as I noticed his ears were pinned to his skull. “Where were you!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to say.

“We waited all night!!” San scolded them and they looked angry… “I don’t know” was the only thing I could say. They seemed to soften up a bit before calming down and hugging me.

“What do you mean by that?” they questioned and everything was a blur. “I don’t even remember drinking that much… I was told apparently someone took me to an apartment where her hybrid was? Then Wonyoung and Doyoung found me asleep” I confessed.

San looked angry and Wooyoung worried.

“You smelt of alcohol… and medicine but no one’s scent that would imply anything,” San said.

“Do you think someone spiked your drink?” Wooyoung asked and I shrugged. “That seems like the logical reason…” I muttered now feeling stupid. 

“You said someone took you to another apartment. They most likely spiked your drink, it isn’t your fault” San said and I only looked down. 

I need to try to remember what happened… maybe after a nap. 

I woke up… very confused and with a huge headache. I needed to call Taeyong.

I left the bed that had Wooyoung and San as I realized it was night. We went to sleep early in the morning when I came back since the three of us lost sleep.

“Are you okay?” I heard as I was now on the balcony. “Taeyong, is it a crime to spike someone’s drink? Could they get arrested for it?” I asked. “Of course. Do you remember anything?” He asked me… he almost seemed hesitant. 

“Yeah… e/n she’s an influencer who manages her hybrid—“ I soon saw the door to go back inside open as I saw San and Wooyoung looking at me worried. I offered them a small smile and tapped the seat next to me. “— I remember her handing me a drink and we had a conversation about her stupid job offer” I explained.

Wooyoung hugged me and rubbed his head on my shoulder almost as if he wanted to keep me warm.

“Do you remember anything that happened in the apartment?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Nothing happened… her hybrid was there alone. I remember just raiding the fridge of strawberries?” I said, trying to remember.

I heard his laugh as San now held my free hand. “I’m glad to hear nothing malicious happened. I’ll make sure to give information to Jaehyun in case a lawsuit comes” he said and I nodded to myself.

“Taeyong? There are rumors about her… Wonyoung at the party told me about her invitation. She handed me one about three days ago? It’s a sex invitation with her hybrid… he does her sex work” I said and I felt San and Wooyoung’s grip tighten on me.

“Did he push you into doing anything?” He asked, sounding a little angry. “No… actually he seemed sweet. The night of the dinner he seemed submissive, I think he’s forced into it” I said my opinion as Taeyong only hummed. 

“Do you know anything else I should look into?” He asked and I sighed. “I think she blackmails people… I remember Wonyoung mentioning her suing a few people for inappropriate behavior towards him. I think she wanted to do the same with me” I confessed.

“I’ll look into it,” he said as we said our goodbye and hung up. 

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked and I smiled softly as I kissed his head. “Yeah… nothing happened despite her intention. I just feel bad for him” I said and they nodded. 

“I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be forced into a life like that. You said he was famous right?” San asked and I nodded. 

“I feel bad for whoever it is… but if it was me I would just take it. At least I had a home” Wooyoung said sadly and I hugged him. “But it’s not you,” I said and he smiled softly as he kissed me softly. 

“And I’m thankful to you and San for that,” he said as I saw San smile softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” 

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[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 17. Jealousy

Summary: Xaden and Garrick get their squads together to train, leading to some jealousy with someone unexpected.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long delay on Dahlia. Kinktober took priority, but we are back in full force. I wrote so many parts in the last 24 hours for this, and I can't wait for you guys to see what I'm building up to in a few parts! Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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“I don’t know why you won’t give him a chance.” Liz says in an airy tone.

I turn to see her staring at Garrick and Xaden who have gone shirtless for their sparring warm up. And she wasn’t the only one. There were more cadets here than normal for our night training session. Since bonding dragons it seemed a lot of the first years were wanting to make sure they kept their seat. And every single girl in the room was starting at them.

I can’t help but let my eyes wander as I look over at them. Garrick was by far the most muscular guy in the quadrant. As if every muscle had been carved from stone. I shake my head in attempt to get those thoughts out of my head before turning back to watch Imogen spar with another first year.

“I won’t give him a chance, because he won’t give me a chance.” I reply bitterly.

“I mean, can you blame the guy? You’ve seen how your brother and father treat the other marked ones.” Liz murmurs, still lost in a trance as she watches them spar.

“I am not my brother and my father.” I nearly snap at her, my typical anger rising to the surface at being compared to them.

“Trust me, we know. Even if you were an angsty bitch when we first met you.” Austin teases from my other side, dodging my attempt to shove her away.

“Thanks? Not sure if that was a compliment or an insult.” I say as I narrow my eyes at her slightly.

”Let’s go with both.” Bodhi says as he walks over and joins us, Garrick and Xaden close behind him.

I keep my eyes focused on Bodhi as I jokingly glare at him, but out of the corner of my eye I feel Garrick staring at me. Ever since our interaction in the hallway I’d felt his eyes on me more. Almost as if challenging me to take the bait he’d laid out the other day. Which I was not. Yes I could admit he was attractive, especially while he stood there shirtless with his freaking muscles on full display as they glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. But even if I did get along with him, I was not becoming another notch in his bed post.

”Alright everyone, pair up with someone and start going through some weapon practice.” Xaden advises as he looks over us.

Tonight both his and Garrick’s squads were training together. Apparently a good way to broaden our training by going up against people we didn’t really know. Naturally Imogen tagged along even though she wasn’t in either squad. She made a habit of turning up whenever we were here. She kept saying it was coincidence, but I was starting to think it really wasn’t. Our squads start pairing off, Liz and Austin pairing up as if on auto pilot. They worked well together as they were a similar skill level, often complaining Bodhi and I were too difficult to go up against.

I go to follow Bodhi, but a large figure steps into my path and I’m forced to look up at Garrick. ”How about you and I pair up little Aetos?” His voice laced with a mocking tone as he looks down at me.

I roll my eyes and scoff at him. “No thanks, wouldn’t want to catch something from being too close to you.” I snap back, causing Bodhi and Imogen to snicker at my comment, Xaden’s eyes going wide as he looks between us.

”You’re just scared I’ll finally show you up.” He mocks, arms crossing over his chest as he cocks his head to the side.

An idea forms in my head. A stupid idea. And I silently hope he doesn’t follow through with it as the words leave my mouth. “If you’re so confident about that maybe you should challenge me once challenges start back up. Unless you’re scared I’ll prove you wrong again?”

Another round of snickers pick up around us, Garrick’s brow furrowing as he glares down at me. Clearly me proving him wrong all those weeks ago was still a sore spot for him, and I couldn’t help but smirk at him before pushing past him and dragging Bodhi with me.

”You know he’s going to end up doing that and he’s going to kick your ass in front of everyone?” Bodhi whispers as I lead us over to a spot on the far side of the room.

”He’s not going to kick my ass in front of everyone.” I throw back at him as I grab a sword from the weapons rack.

I turn around to see Bodhi looking at me like I’m an idiot. “Clearly you don’t know him very well, or you’re delusional on the size difference between you two.”

”And he also doesn’t know me very well.” I point out, Bodhi eyeing the sword I’m waving around cautiously as if worried I’m going to hurt him or myself with it.

”Maybe if you-”

”Nope, not happening.” I say before settling into a fighting stance.

Bodhi clearly takes it as a sign this conversation wasn’t going any further, his shoulders sagging in defeat before walking over to grab his own sword. As soon as he settles into a fighting stance I launch myself at him, Bodhi flailing to keep up with me. Each of my strikes fuelled with the hint of anger that had risen to the surface from my interaction with Garrick and words with Bodhi.

Bodhi didn’t deserve how hard I was going at him, but I needed to let out my frustrations somehow. Everyone was so adamant I give the lumbering oaf a chance. But why should I when he wouldn’t give me one? Since the day I’d walked across the parapet, he’d made up his mind about me. Had lumped me in with my brother and father without even a second thought.

Poor Bodhi is quick to succumb to my attacks, my leg kicking his out from beneath him as he falls to the floor with a loud thud as his sword clangs loudly on the ground as I point the tip of mine at his neck.

Bodhi just shakes his head and laughs. “Remind me to never piss you off again.”

”You’ll be fine.” I tease as I move my sword from his neck as I hold out my free hand to him.

He grasps his around mine before pushing off the ground to help me pull him up. Clearly still wobbly from his fall he stumbles into me as he rights himself, causing him and I to laugh at his clumsiness.

“You sure? I nearly just made a fool of myself by nearly sending us plummeting to the floor.”

”Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve made a fool of yourself.”

Bodhi laughs as he playfully shoves me away before releasing my hand and heading over to get a drink of water from his pack. As he moves my eyes fall on Garrick who hasn’t moved an inch, except to turn and look over at us. But for once his glare and eyes aren’t trained on me. They’re focused on Bodhi. And it almost looks like he wants to murder him.

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[deathworlders-of-e24]

Thomas, Engineer

Part 1

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Watching Tranquility Base drift away as the Noah launched on its maiden voyage from Earth’s moon left Thomas Hibbs with an odd feeling of deja vu. He’d worked on dozens of ships, but always in the engineering decks where the only windows were peering into the mechanical arrays. Peering out into the void of space was…actually pretty damn cool in Thomas’s opinion.

I wonder if this thing has a VR Grid, he thought.

In the 50 years since humanity had joined the GAIL, it hadn’t been all space hoppers and life saving medical breakthroughs, the entertainment industry had made huge jumps in realism and simulated realities. One species in particular, the machine people known as the Padrino, had such a realistic virtual reality environment code that practically every other species in the assembly paid top dollar for a copy of it. Thought most used it for information storage and practical exploits, Humans were the first to turn it into a hyper advanced game simulation. The Padrino weren’t exactly pleased to learn the code they used to store their memories and experiences was being used to fight monsters with supernatural powers at weekend game tournaments on Earth, but they didn’t complain that much. Thomas had the idea to upload a compatible version of an old game called PAC-MAN where you’re your own avatar running the mazes into the ships computers. He couldn’t wait to get that high score again.

The engineering deck was right below the science labs, and Thomas saw one of the 3 other humans on board with him. He thought her name was Liz or something, but didn’t stop to say hi. She looked preoccupied with something, and talking to people was hard. Machines were good listeners. Thomas could talk for hours to machines while he worked, even if they weren’t the kind that could talk back, thought this ship did have those. Maybe here he could meet some people who get him.

The engineering deck was all catwalks and overhead piping, service lights and ventilation ducts. Computer terminals threw blue light against the opposite wall as Thomas made his way to the Engineer ‘locker’ room. Thomas figured that’s what it was, given the cubbies for the crew’s personal items and racks and shelves of tools and equipment for the ‘fixers’ to use.

There were about two dozen people moving around the room, none of them human, several of which were non biological as well. 2 Padrino were there, speaking their machine language while they sorted tools across a long workbench against the far wall. There were several other species as well that Thomas didn’t recognize, lots of different shapes and sizes. He felt a little insecure, being just the basic human he was.

Thomas found his name on the cubby wall and stuff his own tool bag in there, as well as a change of clothes and safety gear. Then he very carefully hid a hand held game pad under his spare jumpsuit, for emergencies. He’d been stuck in an air duct once before for hours twiddling his thumbs. Never again.

Just as he finished stuffing away his gear, something small bumped against his boot. He looked down, and saw a small robot waiting patiently for him to lift his foot. Apparently he’d been trailing confetti from the launch ceremony around the ship the whole time because these droids weren’t supposed to be down here in engineering. It had probably been following him since he’d walked in. The little guy had a cylinder torso, no real neck but his head looked like it turned in circles with two tiny exhaust pipes sticking out the top. Two ‘eyes’, or sensors with aesthetics, were all that made up the face. His little feet reminded Thomas of a chicken’s, and he had two little arms with tiny hands on each.

“Oh my god you’re so cute I love you,” Thomas half squealed as he picked the little robot up like a baby. “Have you been following me this whole time? Doing such a good job, keeping the ship clean. Did you get lost? Do you need help?”

The little machine just looked at him and wiggled its legs, probably the gyroscope trying to compensate for the sudden shift in balance.

One of the other engineers laughed.

“It’s just a service drone, it can’t actually understand you. It probably just followed your trail of waste and its sensors can’t get it back to the upper decks anymore.”

Thomas looked up from the tiny robot to see a fair number of his co workers looking at him, some trying to hide smiles, some not bothering being so polite. He felt his face begin to burn as a blush came to his cheeks and surged down his neck.

Oh my god I can’t believe I did that but it’s so freaking cute how can I not how can they not love it maybe there’s more on the ship this cute, his brain might implode at the rate it was going. The service drone continued to wiggle in his grip. To Thomas it was almost the size of a toy, maybe a solid 4 inches tall. It stopped squirming and looked up at his face, its tiny head whirring and clicking as gears shifted inside its chassis. It reached out one of its tiny hands and poked his thumb.

“Beep.”

“Beep.”

“Beep.”

Thomas’s mouth dropped. How could a machine with no higher functioning AI be this adorable?

“I’m gonna call you Roomba.”

“That’s just its service alarm. It’s processing an inability to perform its tasks so it thinks it’s stuck somewhere, ergo it’s alerting other drones to come assist it. It probably thinks you’re rectifying the obstacle.”

There were some snickers, a few openly laughed, but Thomas couldn’t care about them right now. The little droid was so adorable in Thomas’s eyes it was like looking at puppies.

He did, however, notice the 2 Padrino staring at him, motionless. For a moment he worried he’d maybe offended them by gushing over the little toy like robot. One of them approached. The Padrino had a clearly mechanical body with chrome plating encasing its joints and limbs. Its torso was thin but solid, whirring quietly as it walked over. Its head had a single antenna with a tinted face plate, which Thomas figured just was it’s ‘face’.

“It has been observed that Humans form an emotional bond to many different species and objects. Is this what is occurring, Human Thomas?”

Gauging the inflections of their voice was difficult, they didn’t have any kind of body language and the voice itself was entirely synthesized, adding layers of difficulty. Thomas thought for a moment, then just shrugged.

“I didn’t mean to cause a scene in here, I just got excited. It’s small and kinda cute so I just lost control for a moment.”

“Apologizing is unnecessary. We’d simply like to understand how Humans function to better improve the efficiency of this division.”

“Beep.”

The service drone wiggled in his hand again.

“It appears the small droid is out of range of its directive. It is asking for assistance with a new objective to replace its task queue.”

“Wait, you can understand it?”

“Yes, the alert sound is not a language. It’s sending out a very short range signal burst with information embedded in it, which I can receive with internal sensors. It’s AI is crude and simple, but it does have the basic functionality to form an artificial language. You’ve replaced its designation D7 with the name Roomba.”

Thomas looked from the Padrino to the little droid and back again.

“Does it like the name?”

“Beep.”

“It says it is a sufficient new designation and is awaiting a new task queue.”

“Oh good, I’m not good at naming stuff so I was worried-”

“Since the ship has launched, the service drones have gone inactive due to safety features. Since this one, new designation Roomba, was here on the engineering deck, it was outside the proximity of the ship’s AI core transmissions. It has exhausted its task queue and requests a new one.”

“Beep.”

“It is repeating the request.”

“Yeah, yes, got that, thank you. Okay, and I can just give it something to do?”

“That is correct.”

“Beep.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Roomba, can you hand me another bolt please?”

“Beep.”

[Primary task in the queue has not been completed: obtain high score]

“I know buddy, but you can pause it with that little button on the side there. I need that bolt real quick.”

Roomba looked where Thomas was pointing on the game pad. The pad itself was bigger than the drone, by a good half inch, so it was like Roomba was standing on a flat screen built into the floor, or playing one of those retro dance machine games from way back.

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

The Padrino had been kind enough to give Thomas’s ear piece translator an quick upgrade, so now he was able to receive Roomba’s signal burst data and understand what he was ‘saying’. They’d even given Roomba’s AI a little tune up so he could understand more complex tasks and ideas. Roomba had disconnected from the ship’s core code when he’d gone to the engineering deck so Thomas figured it’d be fine, the little guy could hang out with him now.

It took Roomba’s whole hand to get the game pad to register the pressed button and pause PAC-MAN, which was cute. And what was even cuter was the bolt Thomas needed was half the little robots size so it struggled just a little to bring it over the few feet to him.

“Good job buddy, thank you,” Thomas said, grinning.

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged. Returning to primary task]

“You do that. Good luck Roomba.”

At the time, the only thing the Padrino had asked for in return for their help and upgrades was the chance to observe biological lifeforms and their tendencies to ‘bond’ with others. The Padrino were a sort of hive mind it seemed, each unit being just an interface with the main AI back on their home planet. When units were out of range of communication with the home office, the main AI base code was copied into the machines and split off to collect information. When they got home, they dumped the data into the main computers and integrated back into the main AI core.

Thomas thought they were the coolest people he’d ever met. He’d said ‘sure, observe all you want, I just wanna thank you guys for your help.’

The game pad trilled, a little tune to congratulate moving up a level.

“Beep.”

[Update: progress has been made. Continuing primary task: obtain high score]

“Good work Roomba. You keep at it buddy, you’ll get there.”

From down the hall the 2 Padrino watched the strange little robot ‘playing video games’ next to the human doing an actually productive task.

“More data must be collected. The human, a deathworlder, has bonded to the drone.”

“We will continue to observe.”

“Agreed.”

[olderthannetfic]

Until I read the comments on that one post I had no idea the Bechdel Test was a joke and wasn't supposed to be a serious measuring stick by which you gauged if something was feminist or not. Everywhere I'd ever heard it brought up, it was brought up as a very serious thing, and it was a failure of media if it didn't pass it. I remember the debate about Mako Mori from Pacific Rim and if she was a character you were "allowed" to like as a progressive person despite the fact that Pacific Rim doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, the discourse, the discussion of if the director was sexist for not writing in another woman for her to chat with about non-men related stuff, the camp of people trying to insist that having a fully realized character arc and being as developed as any of the male leads = good writing even if she doesn't talk to another girl...

And I've also had the remark about my writing not passing the test, just not to my face. I searched my fanfic's name once, curious to see if anyone was discussing it outside of tumblr and AO3, and found a Tiktok complaining about it not passing the Bechdel Test. The top comment was "motherfucker YOU don't pass the test but we still watch your ass". I cackled and moved on, but neither the commenter, poster, nor I had any awareness this wasn't Feminist Media Critique 101 theory and was, in fact, a goof.

Right now there's a segment of fandom debating if Blue Eye Samurai is feminist since when Mizu and Akemi talk, they do bring up men, since, y'know. Women aren't considered people with rights in their era in Japan and thus it's something they mention instead of only talking about being cool girlboss badasses who never bring up gender. If something doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, a smug segment of the internet high-fives itself and congratulates one another on being More Feminist Than Thou.

They then get really angry if you disagree, even though by this metric, Sleeping Beauty (the original animated one, where Aurora has only 16 lines of dialogue) is more feminist than Blue Eye Samurai.

--

*DYING*

Okay, so, nonnie....

Dykes to Watch Out For (1983-2008) was a long-running comic and major piece of lesbian media. I grew up buying compiled volumes at the bookstore. To be honest, that kind of 90s-ish lesbian culture isn't really my scene despite me being bi, but it was very nice to have this slice of life-y somewhat realistic, occasionally somewhat parody, look at the queer communities around me. It's up there with Tales of the City for me in terms of being a window into a particular culture and time and place.

If anybody is interested in queer history, in addition to looking up factual info, I think a read of the complete Dykes would give a really good overview of how people were thinking about things and what issues came up a lot. You'll see things like Barnes & Noble increasingly putting feminist bookstores out of business in the 90s, attitudes towards porn in lesbian circles—all kinds of cultural issues of the day.

I drifted away as I got later in my teens and found more genre fiction I cared about, but at one point, this comic was a very welcome antidote to the glurgey coming out stories that made up a lot of the more realistic media.

Anyway, here's the comic itself, reproduced in its entirety because I think it's important to actually understand the context.

This is from 1985, so the era of Rambo, Conan, and Death Wish, each of which you can see being made fun of here. It's based on Bechdel's friend Liz Wallace's actual rule for seeing movies.

That's it. That's the origin of this whole stupid test.

"LOL, fuck 80s action movies". That's it. That's the joke.

The fact that blockbusters still routinely fail to pass in the 2020s is shameful, but that was never the point of the strip.

[bloatedandalone04]

Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.3

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which which anakin finally confesses to what’s been slowly killing him inside, and your reaction leaves him running on pure adrenaline once he’s forced to go on stage.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.6k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Anakin was a sweaty mess as he ran off the stage and into your awaiting arms. Despite you gesturing for him to do that, you still cringed when his damp body made contact with yours and when his lips pressed loud kisses all over your face. “Ew,” you laugh when he rubs his face against yours. “You’re so gross.”

He laughed as he handed his guitar off to one of the crew guys with a grateful smile before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Get used to it,” he hummed as he gently gripped your jaw and pressed a chaste kiss to your mouth. “Because I still haven’t fully registered the fact that you’re staying on tour with me.”

“I’m staying, Ani,” you promise and push him away. “And you’re showering as soon as we get back to the bus.”

Anakin takes your hand in his and pulls you back to him. “I don’t want to go back to the bus yet,” he said and you gave him a confused smile.

“Okay,” you trail off, placing your palm flat against his chest. “What do you want to do then?” 

He watches as Vinny and Theo walk past him and towards the doors that lead to the parking lot, both of them shaking their heads when they see the way Anakin couldn’t keep his hands off you. “Let’s go on a date,” he suggested and you raised a brow in curiosity. 

“A date?” You ask with a laugh. “Ani, it’s almost one in the morning, nothing will be open.”

“We’re in the City of Light, baby,” he beamed and took your hand in his. “I’m sure we’ll find something that’s open.”

You follow after him, chewing on your bottom lip as you glance around. You looked just as excited as he did, and the way your eyes met his with a glimpse of longing in them had him quickening his pace. 

Liz was talking to one of the stage crew guys, and she opened her mouth when he passed her, but Anakin just continued on. He could faintly hear her scoff as he opened the door and pulled you along with him, but she was crazy if she thought he would waste anymore time with her.

“Where are we going?” You ask and he shrugs.

“Let’s just walk around,” he suggested, noticing the way you started to shiver a bit at the cool air. “See if we can find a place to grab something to eat.”

He shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you from behind. “You want to walk around Paris at one in the morning?” You ask with a laugh as you place your hands over his. 

“What, are you scared?” He teased and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t you know that as long as you’re with me, you’ll be fine?”

“I do know that,” you reply and tuck yourself into his side as you begin walking again. “I’m so happy I’m back with you, Ani. I gotta say, I’m not a big fan of missing you.”

“I’m happy you’re back with me, too,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “And I’m not a big fan of missing you, either.”

“Great, so let’s stop missing each other,” you suggest with a smile as the two of you walk down the nearly empty street. A comfortable silence passes as you look out for any possible food shops, then you glance up at him with your pretty smile. “Promise we’ll go see the Eiffel Tower before we leave? I’ve always wanted to see it.”

Anakin hummed in agreement. “I know, baby. We’ll see it at some point before we go,” 

You sigh contently and allow him to pull you towards a small shop that sold different flavors of coffee and pastries, and you spend the next forty five minutes trying anything and everything you wanted with no complaints from him. 

Anakin was sure he’d never complain about another thing for the rest of his life when it came to you.

Which is why he wasn’t grumpy or annoyed that he had gotten maybe three hours of sleep once you and he returned to the bus. You had a shower together, and had to keep reminding one another to be quiet since there were three other people sleeping on the bus and you didn’t want to wake them.

He fell asleep easily with you in his arms and your body half on top of his, and he knew his sleep schedule would even out soon enough now that you were back with him. 

A few hours after waking up, you and Anakin moved to the couch and were preoccupied with other things, but still very much present with each other. You had your head on his shoulder and your back pressed to his side, your laptop settled on your thighs as you typed away on a project he wasn’t allowed to know about yet. His left arm was wrapped around you while he used his right hand to scribble down lyrics to a possible new song he’s been coming up with ever since you told him you were coming to Paris. 

He knew his inspiration would come back along with you, that much was clear with how fast he was coming up with lyrics now that he had you under his arm. 

He was lost in thought when you closed your laptop and shifted to look at the notebook on the armrest of the couch, and he heard the excitement in your voice as you read off the paper, “Wrapped Around Your Finger…is that a new song?”

Anakin nodded and you sat up a bit and positioned yourself so you were practically on his lap. “Is it about me?”

“Of course,” he answered and matched the big grin that formed on your face with his own. “Who else would it be about?”

You shrug, “One of your groupies?”

Anakin felt his heart drop a bit at your choice of words, but he kept his composure and gently traced his fingers along your arm. “Only have one of those, and she’s right next to me,” 

You grin and lean up to kiss him quickly. “Right answer,” 

“Is it?” He laughed. “You know you’re not just some groupie, right?”

“I know,” you tease. “I just like messing with you.”

Anakin scoffed lightly and you grinned up at him. “You’re the worst,”

You slap his shoulder before pulling him into a hug. “I’m glad to see that you’re writing again,” you murmur as he wraps his arms around your middle. 

“Guess that’s what happens when you’re around,” he joked and you shake your head with a smile. 

“You don’t need me to be able to write great songs, Ani,”

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Anakin couldn’t even function properly without you around, let alone write a fucking song. “That’s not true,” he muttered and pulled away so he could look you in the eye. “I need you. Not just to help me write songs or inspire me. I need you with me for the rest of my life.”  

Your smile softened and you bit down on your lip briefly before kissing him, and you continued to do just that until it was time to head to the venue. 

-

Anakin seemed to be extra clingy and affectionate lately, and while you weren’t complaining a single bit, you were a bit confused as to why he couldn’t seem to stay away from you whenever you were near Liz. 

She was glaring at the two of you from your place backstage, and you were getting pretty irritated with her. Before you could actually go over to her and call her out on it, she set her camera aside and made it to the two of you in three strides. “Anakin,” she muttered and he avoided looking at her as his arm tightened around your waist. “I don’t appreciate you blocking me and refusing to talk to me now that she’s back. What, I suddenly mean nothing to you now? Is that it?”

You furrow your brows at her sudden outburst and look up at your boyfriend, who still wasn’t looking at the angry brunette. “What is she talking about?” You ask, making Liz glance over at you with something you couldn’t quite decipher in her eyes. 

“Tell her, Anakin,” she seethed and it was almost comical how quickly that had him looking over at her. “Or I will.” 

You could feel your heartbeat pick up a bit, and you open your mouth to question him again, but he takes your hand in his and begins to pull you towards the door that leads to a hallway. “Come with me,” he requested in a small voice that left you powerless to object.

He guides you with him down the hall and towards the small dressing room. This venue was a lot bigger than all the ones you’ve been to in the past, so the guys were given an actual dressing room tonight. Anakin gestures for you to sit down on the couch that was in the room, and you do so hesitantly. “What’s going on, Ani?” 

You weren’t sure why you were suddenly so nervous. It’s Anakin, the guy you’ve loved for half a decade now, what could he possibly have done to change that?

Anakin runs a hand through his hair and makes it messy within seconds, despite him having just brushed it and made it nice for when he went out onto stage. “I need to tell you something,” he started and moved to sit next to you. 

You tried not to think about the amount of space he left in between you as you whisper, “Okay….what?”

“I love you,” he said. “You know that. I love you so much.”

“I know,” you laughed, but you were a bit scared now. Why was he acting so weird? “I love you, too.”

He nodded and dropped his gaze to the carpet. “Last week, Liz and I were at a club. It was when we were in Germany, it was our first night there, and she wanted to check out this bar,” he began and no matter how hard you tried to get him to meet your eyes, he just wouldn’t. “We’d been doing that a lot together, her and I; getting drunk and staying up well past one in the morning.”

That kind of explained why he looked like he had gotten less than ten hours of sleep when he picked you up from the airport, but that wasn’t all of it. You knew it wasn’t, because that didn’t sound all that bad at all. Yeah, the excessive drinking and partying definitely wasn’t ideal, but that came with the job, you guessed.

“It was right after you and I fought and I was a prick to you. Liz somehow was able to sneak drugs in, and when she offered me one, I took it,” 

Your eyes widened and you reached over to grip his shoulder. “Anakin, you took drugs?”

He finally looked over at you, and there were hints of tears in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have,” 

“You’re right, that was stupid,” you tried to lighten the mood with a small smile he didn’t return. 

“That’s not all,” he mumbled and you gently massaged his shoulder with your fingers. That wasn’t the worst of it? “After I took it, I drank a lot and I guess it increased the effects or something. Liz pulled me to the back of the club and she…she started touching me.”

You felt your heart stop for a second at that, and your fingers paused. 

He continued before you could say anything else, “She pushed my shirt up and started kissing all over my chest and…she kissed me. But I pulled away as soon as I realized that it wasn’t you- I thought it was you,” He was rushing his words now but you could barely hear him over the sound of your ears ringing. “I promise, I swear, I pulled away the second she kissed me. I pulled away and I left, I….baby, say something, please.”

Your hand dropped from his shoulder and you tore your eyes away from his and stared down at the floor. “You…” You trailed off as you felt tears gather along your water lines. “Kissed her?”

“She kissed me,” he desperately corrected you, but you felt like getting up and sprinting out of the room. “I pulled away. Please, please, baby, you have to believe me. I could never do that to you, I’d never cheat on you.”

He moved closer to you, but the room was quickly beginning to feel like a furnace. That was the only way to describe the way your whole body heated up in a burning flame. 

“Y/n, princess, please-”

“Stop,” you begged and felt the first tear slip from your eye and roll down your cheek. “Please, just…stop.”

Anakin fell silent, and when you looked over at him, his blue eyes were wide and drowning in guilt. More tears slipped down your face as you processed his words and really let them sink in. 

He kissed Liz. Or, she kissed him. Either way, his lips touched hers. 

His inability to keep his hands off you, his speech to you over the phone about how much he loves you, his request of you staying away from Liz. 

It all made sense now, and you almost wished you never found out why he had done all that. He’d been hiding this from you for a week now. Was he ever planning on telling you had Liz not threatened to do so herself? Had he really changed that much in the month you’ve been separated? 

“Um,” you tested out your voice, and it was weak like you expected it to be. “Why? Why did you… go with her to all these clubs?”

Anakin looked like he was in agony as he answered, “Because I missed you. I missed you so fucking much,”

He reached for your hand, but you instinctively pulled away as you felt yourself begin to build up walls around your heart. “So you let her get that close to you?” You muttered and turned to glare at him. “You take drugs from her? You cut my calls short just to get drunk with the fucking photographer?”

“I’m so sorry,” he rasped, reaching for you again. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I love you, I-”

You pulled away and moved over until you were pressed against the armrest, but even that didn’t feel far enough. A few days ago you were craving to be next to him, but right now you wanted to be as far away from him as possible. It was scary how fast things had changed. “I need to be alone,” you whisper, wiping at the tears that showed no signs of stopping. 

Anakin shook his head, but stayed where he was instead of trying to touch you again. You could appreciate that, at least. “I don’t want to leave you right now, baby,”

“You have to,” you murmured. “You need to go on stage.”

“I need to talk about this with you,” he responded, but the look you gave him told him all he needed to know. 

“Go, please,” you pleaded and nodded towards the door. 

He looked like he had been kicked repeatedly as he stood up. “Can we….please, can we talk about this after? I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go out there without knowing you’ll be here afterwards,”

You avoided his eyes as you traced random shapes onto the armrest. You never could look at him when you lied. “I’ll be here,”

Even that didn’t seem to be enough, but that was all you could give him right now. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I love you. More than anything. I always will.”

You nod and a few more silent seconds pass before he opens the door and leaves you alone, and almost instantly you begin sobbing. 

It felt like you were suffocating. Your throat hurt from the heavy cries that ripped through it, and it felt like someone had literally taken a knife to your heart. It ached that fucking badly. 

How could he let this happen? Why didn’t he tell you sooner? How long was he going to keep that to himself?

It felt like you had been with a complete stranger since yesterday. The Anakin you knew would’ve never hurt you in the way he did, no matter how accidental or unintentional. 

You heard the fans erupt in screams as the guys went on stage, and you were still sobbing as you forced yourself to stand up and leave the suffocating room. You didn’t make it very far back down the hallway before you heard a voice that made your skin crawl, and you turned to see Liz leaning against the wall beside the dressing room door. “So he told you? I’m sorry you had to find out about our little affair this way,” She had the nerve to smirk. 

She fucking smirked. 

You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you tried. Never in your life had you felt this disgusted, humiliated and enraged at all once. 

Before she could get another word out, you curled your fingers into a fist and walked over to her, then punched her square in the face. The faint crack you could hear didn’t make you feel any better, nor did the sound of her camera falling to the ground. 

She was clearly caught off guard as she stumbled back and slumped against the wall. “You fucking bitch,” she seethed as she held onto her bloody nose. 

You glared at her through blurry eyes and ignored the throbbing in your hand. “Me? You’re the bitch here,” you muttered, your voice deadly calm despite your heart racing. “If you ever touch him like that again, I’m not just going to give you a free nose job.”

Her eyes widened just a bit as you turned around and rushed out of the dark hallway, holding onto your backstage pass as you pushed open the doors and moved to your spot next to the speaker. 

They hadn’t started performing yet, and when Anakin looked over at you from his place in the middle of the stage, you could feel your eyes burn again. 

You knew then that you needed to leave before anything worse happened. 

-

Anakin had no fucking idea how he was supposed to sing when his throat felt like it was closed up and his lungs had no air left in them.

He knew things would change as soon as he told you what he did, he just didn’t expect you to immediately shut down and close yourself off. 

He should’ve expected it, though. He’s known you for five and a half years, he knows how stubborn you are, and how kind you are, and he knows how quickly you close people off who’ve upset you. 

It felt like he couldn’t breathe as he stared out at the thousands of people who came here for him and the guys. The stage lights felt like they were seconds away from lighting him on fire from how hot and blinding they were, and his hands were shaking as he gripped the microphone stand. 

This could very well be the worst show of his life, and while he deserved it, Vinny and Theo definitely did not. 

Vinny was delivering their opening speech when Anakin looked over to his right, and to his surprise, you were there. In your unofficial but official spot backstage, you wore the most heartbroken expression he had ever seen. 

It had him faltering in his stance, and when he looked at who was next to you, he was about three seconds away from walking right back off this stage. Liz was holding a cloth to her nose, and she looked pissed, while you looked like the one in pain. He knew you must’ve run into her before this, yet he couldn’t even be happy that you very clearly had your way with her - if the blood on the cloth was anything to go by - he was too on edge right now. Too terrified. 

You fought for him, though, so maybe that was a good thing?

Or maybe not, because before he could begin the first song, he watched as you tore your gaze away from him and didn’t even glance at Liz before turning around and heading for the exit. 

Almost immediately Anakin’s hands released the stand and he was making his way backstage, but Theo stopped him before he could fully get there. “Anakin,” he said, his voice barely audible over the sounds of screaming fans. “Don’t do this man. Think about them.” 

He turned towards the packed seats and had never felt this conflicted in his entire life. In any other situation he would be off this stage and following after you within half a second, but he had his bandmates, his manager and the people who paid over a hundred dollars each to see him to think about now, too. 

How could he possibly let them down after he’s already let you down?

“She’ll still be here after the show,” his friend promised, and that was just barely enough to have Anakin retreating back to the middle of the stage and performing just as terrible as he felt.

[l0serloki]

Showtime

JPM x Reader

Summary : You and Liz brainstorm how to spice things up in the bedroom with your husband.. It is a definite success.

CW : SMUT, fem!reader, reader calls james ‘mr.march’, spanking, choking, praise kink, pet names (queen/doll/dear/good girl), biting & marking, rough sex, creampie

A/N : this might not be great but I was rewatching hotel and his cane gave me ideas... 

It had been quite a while since you and Liz had a talk. You settled down to gossip with your close friend. 

“Y/N, it’s been a while. I thought you would have forgotten about me.” Liz smirked.

“How could I ever! I’ve just been so busy with James and the new.. arrivals. Devil’s Night was such a chore.” You droned on, complaining about how much screaming there was over the course of the night.

“Well that’s to be expected. How are you and James anyways?” 

How were you and James? You were fine, splendid actually, but something seemed off. You had thought about it quite a lot this week, coming to the conclusion you needed something to spice up your sex life.

“Good! I just.. I don’t know.” You shrugged and Liz gave you the side eye, setting her book on the counter.

“You don’t know? Darling, are you alright?” 

You nodded as she took your hands, giving them a tight squeeze.

“Yes! Don’t worry! I just want to.. spice things up with him. I feel as though he will get bored of me. I want to get something nice for him but I can’t think of what.” 

Liz tapped her lips with a pen, her eyes raising as she thought of an idea.

“Y/N, have you ever worn any fancy lingerie for him? Maybe put on a little show?” 

Your mind sparked with the idea and you shook your head.

“No! Where would I even get that? That would be perfect.” 

Liz waved you away from the kiosk, already getting to planning.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you a nice set to surprise your dear Mr.March.”

—

Liz had done exactly what she promised, going out and buying quite a lovely lingerie set for you. It framed your body perfectly, only adding to your confidence. You slipped your casual clothes over the garments, making your way down the hall. You knew James would be busy with his plans for next year's event.

Your fingers curled around the doorknob, opening it to meet your husbands face. You jumped at the proximity, not expecting him to be so close.

“My dear! I was just coming to fetch you.” His smooth accent sailed through the air, sending currents down your spine. Your finger trailed at his suit hoping to give him the same reaction. 

“Were you? Guess I have good timing then.. Mr.March.” You trailed around his form, hands feeling up the taut muscles. His body shook with excitement from the teases, hands coming to clamp down on your wrists.

“Yes.. It seems you were longing for me as much as I was for you.” His suave smirk made heat pool in your stomach, hands starting to roam your shirt. Your breath quickened as his fingers trailed under the the material. His eyes widened when he pawed at the lace that was hidden.

“My my.. What is it that my dear doll has on?” He frisked away at your shirt, abandoning it on the floor without a care. His chestnut hues wracked in the sight of your ample flesh dawned with the silky lace. His wild smile only added to your carnal desire, making you tremble with pleasure.

“You like it? It’s all for you, Mr.March.” 

His deep hum filled the silence. 

“I do, dear. This is quite the surprise. Step out of those pants and bend over so I can see the whole thing.” His voice was dark and filled with lust. You knew exactly where this was headed. 

You followed instructions, popping your ass out so he could get the full view of your body. You felt as if you were on fire. His eyes followed your every curve, searing it into his memory. His rough hand gripped at his cane, holding back at what he wanted.

“You’ve given me such a good present, my pretty girl. I can’t believe you would hide this from me. I think you deserve a punishment, no?” 

You could only moan in response, desperate for any kind of touch he could give you. He seemed to like your response, shoveling you against the desk. Your perky ass was still stuck out for him, waiting for his move. You waited for what felt like forever until a long smack hit. Your breath left your mouth as you shook, your ass cheeks swelling against the wood. The metal tip of his cane brushed at your entrance, prodding at the wet spot on your panties.

“Someone enjoys being spanked with a cane? What a naughty girl..” James laughed, your squirming not going unnoticed. His hand smacked against your sore cheek and you bounced at the contact.

“Be good and take a few more. Then we can get to the fun part.” 

You nodded as he continued his assault on your ass, tears welling in your eyes at the pain and pleasure. Your body was practically screaming for him, arousal pooling on your thighs. 

His cane hit for the last time and then he was everywhere at once. His greedy hands yanked at your ruined panties, revealing your poor pussy. 

“God. I need you!” You moaned out as his fingers teased across your thighs, coming dangerously close to your entrance. His thumb pressed against your slick, making a mess of you. He toyed your clit, rubbing at it a few times before puling away. You groaned at the loss of contact, turning to see why he had stopped. James fumbled with his belt, hands jittering with energy. He gave you a grin, lips licking at the arousal on his finger,

“My queen, you’ve been so obedient tonight.. I shall give you what you wish.”

James’ cock rubbed against your folds, slowly pushing in. It felt as if everything else faded as he bottomed out, his calloused hands coming to grip at your neck. His thrusts gained pace as your moans got louder, alerting anyone near his room of what you were up to.

He was animalistic. Lips biting and marking at your skin, smacks blown across any flesh he could reach. His other hand choked you out, watching from the side as your eyes grew larger.

You felt your air leaving as his pace went erratic, the string inside you so close to snapping.

“I-I’m gonna cum. So close, baby.” You strangled out.

James snarled, his hands rough enough to leave marks for the next few days. His cock twitched inside of you, egging you on.

“Cum. Cum for me, darling.” He goaded and you did as told, eyes rolling back at the euphoria he gave. His ruts finally stopped and thick ribbons of white filled you. 

You spun around and snorted at your husbands tired face. He leaned in to kiss the top of your nose, hands pulling you into an embrace.

“That was a night to remember, dear. We should do this more often.”

[0cta9on]

The Gaeul in 'Lessons' 😲😳 Was there any major inspiration that made you come up with this idea?

Seeing Gaeul on the Dom side is usually uncommon but wow! Another fic showing why I'll happy let Gaeul drain me till I past out

For those who need more convincing...

I love the reaction from other members too! I could see them being lowkey jealous (especially wonyoung 🤐). I think Gaeul would get back at the members for teasing her for being single for so long.

What if Gaeul decides for her full day off, she's "too tired" to walk around the dorm and commands you to carry her around.

Specifically you're butt ass naked, Gaeul clinging to you akin to a koala holding on to a tree. Your cock sheathed inside her the entire time when carrying her, suppressing your moans when you feel her squeeze around your cock just to mess with you.

Stand and carry in a literal sense but you're just doing all the hardwork while focusing not cumming inside your mistress. Even when sitting down she remains attached to you. You're feeling good but also... not?😅

Taking it to the next level would be her purposely leading you (you're still carrying her) to be right next to her members, just so she could chat with them with the obvious intention of getting them riled up.

Do you think you could take it? Not just the stimulation from Gaeul but seeing her members getting visible horny because of you.

Would Gaeul be really harsh if you fail to hold it in? Or would she blame the members for 'intervening' and secretly giving you a little treat instead?

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LESSON ???: HOW TO SPICE IT UP

"Didn't you say you love cumming to her fancams? Can you give your mistress a good show? Cumming all over mistress's precious boy toy? "

"You would like to cum inside your mistress instead don't you?"

"Good boy~"

"Oh you'll have to do a lot more to convince me to swallow. The offer is still on the table: Give. Me. A. Good. Show~"

Hello, whisky! The whole "lessons" part of Lessons actually came from me accidentally misinterpreting the buyer's commission (They ended up liking the final product anyways, which I'm really grateful for :> ). Their original idea was for Gaeul, as the oldest member of IVE, to teach the rest of her members how to be proper girlfriends and ending with the scene at the end where Gaeul shows them that they don't have to be submissive and that the man should put in the work to pleasure their partners.

Somehow, I interpreted that as Gaeul taking lessons on how to be a proper girlfriend and being unhappy with the notion that women should always be submissive. In the end, the buyer liked it and I also quite liked the final product, so I consider this a happy little accident :]

This took a little while because of my personal life getting a little hectic, but I couldn't not write a semi-sequel to Lessons with the fuel that you have me :> I went into a bit of a different direction, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Unedited, but it's whatever :>

Gaeul slowly drags her soft, wet tongue across the bottom of your shaft, watching in delight as you helplessly squirm from the sensation. With your wrists handcuffed to her bedpost, all you can do is let your mind melt as she tortures you with pleasure.

“You better not cum yet, or else I’ll-”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Gaeul- Oh.” Liz’s face turns bright red as she sticks her head through the door. “Um, it’s your turn to wash the dishes.” She gives you a polite yet awkward nod before leaving. 

Gaeul groans, face planting into your stomach. “I don’t wanna wash the dishes,” she complains, her voice muffled against your skin. Suddenly, she shoots her gaze up at you, climbing into your lap until her face is mere inches from yours. “Yah, you should do the dishes for me.

You scoff, coming down from your high. “Don’t I already take care of you enough? In more ways than one, might I add.”

She sighs before climbing off of your lap and heading to the door. “Fine, then I guess you’re okay with staying here like that while I go wash the dishes?” She raises an eyebrow at you, gesturing towards your constraints.

“W-wait,” you say, conceding. “I’ll do it.”

She smirks at you, grabbing the key from her nightstand. “Good boy~” You bite your lip, suppressing a moan as the word dances against your ears, making your skin shiver with elation. Her smirk widens as she suddenly begins to strip in front of you, revealing her slender body that you love to worship.

Gaeul sits on your lap once more, resting her whole body weight on your erection. “Why don’t we make things interesting~?” She bites her lip, slowly impaling herself onto your cock. A deep, guttural moan escapes your lips as you bottom out inside of her.

“Do all my chores without cumming inside me and then I’ll give you a little prize at the end. Can you do that for me, baby?” She whispers into your ear. 

You nod, unable to produce a coherent word as her velvety walls squeeze your shaft. After Gaeul unshackles you from the handcuffs, you struggle to carry her to the kitchen, constantly fighting the urge to thrust into her petite body.

You peer into the sink only to find a couple dirty dishes inside. Gaeul could’ve easily done them herself, but as her manager and her boyfriend, you live to please her, even if it means enduring the most cruel and unusual punishment you’ve ever faced. 

You manage to wash a few of the dishes with relative ease, but in typical Gaeul fashion, she decides to make things even more difficult for you. Sucking on your neck, nibbling your ear, grazing your back with her fingernails, pressing her tits into your chest, it’s as if this woman was created specifically to be the death of you. Eventually, you have to take a breather after nearly exploding inside of her.

“You still have a couple dishes left, what’s the matter?” she teases. “Are you disobeying your mistress’s orders?”

“N-no, mistress, I-I’m just taking a b-break,” you reply.

Gaeul shifts her weight around, causing your legs to nearly give out from underneath you. “Did I say you could take a fucking break?” She digs your nails into your chest, not enough to cut but enough for it to burn your flesh.

“I-I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Ugh,” Wonyoung groans, walking into the kitchen. “Do you really have to do that in the middle of the kitchen?”

Gaeul’s threatening expression suddenly shifts into a cheeky grin as she wraps her arms around your neck in a pleasant hug. “First of all, this is technically all your doing, and second of all, I finally got a boyfriend after so long, let me enjoy this.

Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “Whatever. I’m heading out.”

“Don’t cause any trouble!” Gaeul calls out to her before glaring back at you with a lustful smirk. “Now, finish washing the dishes, you fucking dog.”

“Y-yes, mistress.” You finish cleaning off the last plate as she sucks on your neck, marking you for the world to see. Your supervisor might ask about those tomorrow, but he fades into the back of your mind as you melt into Gaeul’s touch, riding on the edge of bursting inside of her.

“Oh, you’re done? Good boy~” She giggles, finding great joy in watching you squirm and moan with every small movement she makes. “Now, take me back to my room so we can—”

“Gaeul!” Yujin calls out from her room. “Can you help me with something?”

Gaeul slams her forehead against your chest in frustration. “Ugh, why can’t you ask Rei or Liz!?”

“They’re busy right now. Please?” she begs. Gaeul mutters a harsh expletive under her breath, squeezing your cock in the process. You grunt as her fingers wrap around your throat, pressing against your windpipe.

“You better fucking hold it, or else,” she threatens. “Hurry up and take me to Yujin’s room.”

“Yes, m-mistress.” You support her supple thighs, stumbling through the hallway as the lack of air and overstimulation turns your brain into goop. It barely renders in your mind that you’re face to face with Yujin’s door.

“Hey, you two!” she greets without batting an eye at the vulgar scene in front of her. You sit down on Yujin’s bed, just barely clinging onto the last ounce of sanity you have left. The need to follow your mistress’s orders is much stronger than your need to chase after any kind of self-pleasure, so you sit there and focus on your breathing while Gaeul keeps your cock in a chokehold.

“What did you need help with?” she groans, glaring at Yujin.

“I’m going on a date later and I’m having trouble deciding what to wear.” Yujin pulls out two dresses from her closet, both nearly identical aside from one being black and the other being white. “What do you think?”

Gaeul yanks your hair, forcing a moan out of you as she shifts her weight. “Are you kidding me?! You dragged me all the way over here just for this!?” She angrily gyrates her hips around your cock, more for herself rather than you. You try to think about anything else to keep your climax at bay, your supervisor, tomorrow’s schedules, whether or not you cleaned the dishes properly, but it’s becoming increasingly harder with each time her skin slaps against yours.

“You know how indecisive Liz is, and Rei would’ve just picked a random without looking. You’re the only one here that can help me!” Yujin exclaims.

“I cannot fucking believe you right now!” Gaeul growls. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something important right now!?”

Yujin pouts, turning towards you. “What about you, manager? What do you think I should wear?”

With the overwhelming wave of pleasure coursing through your veins at this moment, you can barely make out the dresses as she presents them to you. Hell, you’re surprised that you even managed to understand her question in the first place. Gaeul certainly isn’t making this easy for you, but that doesn’t matter. Your only purpose is obeying your mistress.

“B-black… Black is—Hngh! G-good…” you manage to utter.

“Uh, Gaeul? Is he okay—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Gaeul screams at her before leaning into your ear, her nails digging into the flesh of your back. “I’m so fucking close, baby. I don’t care if she’s here, just fucking cum in me already. Fill me with your fucking seed!”

You grip onto her tight ass as you meet her thrusts with your own, desperate to obey your mistress’s orders. All the pain, the suffering, the waiting, it’ll all finally be worth it. Everything else fades away, leaving you and your mistress to chase the highs of your orgasms together. Gaeul catches your lips in hers as the both of you moan into each others’ mouths, collapsing into a ball of utter bliss.

“H-holy… shit…” Gaeul pants, her hot breath dancing on your neck. “This is why I fucking love you. You better have some more energy left cuz I’m not done yet, do you understand?”

“Y-yes… m-mistress…” You barely have enough energy to keep yourself upright, but if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’s going to get.

“Wow, that was…” Yujin bites her lip, her cheeks bright red as she watches the two of you recover. “Would you two ever be interested in a foursome—”

“He’s mine!” Gaeul hisses at her. She slaps your cheek, bringing you to full attention. “Bring me to my room, now!”

“Yes, mistress!” In an instant, you march out of Yujin’s room, still connected to Gaeul. The last thing you see is Yujin’s pouting expression before you shut the door behind you, finally alone with your one true love.

Gaeul places a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a good boy~” The words tickle your ear like a pleasant song, only for that pleasant feeling to be ripped away right as her fingers close around your neck. “But remember - you belong to me. You are my toy. My property. Do you understand that?”

You fight back a moan, her harsh grip around your neck and that lustful fire in her eyes making you rock hard once again. As her manager, most people would think that you’re the one that bosses her around and disciplines her when she causes trouble. In the public eye, that might be true. But behind closed doors, when it’s just the two of you, you know exactly who’s boss.

“Yes, mistress.”

[ukranianacearo]

You asked for Kid requests? Oh hoh hoh, well I've /got/ Kid requests.

Okay, so an idea I have is Kid being with a girl who's kinda like the tichular character from Komi Can't Communicate. They come off as cool and collected, mysterious even. But they're actually just a socially anxious weeb/nerd who doesn't know how to people. She's always the kid in the back of class everyone is too afraid to talk to because she's either thought of as scary or too cool to talk to. And of course, since no one is too cool for Kid, he'd talk to her, finds out she's a loveable dorkfish like him, and the rest is history.

Any pronouns are okay but she/her or they/them is preferred!

-𓆣

The two of us could reach the stars

Komi-san!Fem!Reader

Tw: social anxiety maybe?

Pairing: Death, the kid x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Since Kid's first day at the Academy, he heard a lot of whispers and rumors about a certain classmate that always sits at the back of the class.

Genre: I guess fluff or something like that

Author's note: YAYAYAYAY anon𓆣 I love you sm, you're my savior. Also, I never watched Komi-sama can't communicate so the fact that you explained her character more in depth helps me a lot😭 Thank you sm for the request, I hope you like this and there may be mistakes, bc English isn't my first language and I didn't proofread this

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- "That girl is so weird, she never talks and always avoids people. What is it with her?" - BlackStar complained loudly as he and the group were going to the class.

- "You shouldn't talk like that about her, BlackStar..." - Tsubaki tried to calm down the blue haired boy. She was obviously curious about the girl too, but the girl herself didn't seem very interested in them.

- "Who are you talking about anyway?" - Kid, who was still on his first week at the Academy, asked.

- "Oh, that's right, you probably don't know, Kid, since you're still new. There's a girl in our class that's always in the back and she almost never talks. She's very smart tho, always making it to the top 3." - Explained patiently Maka.

- "She remind me of a ghost. Kinda mysterious, but also almost non existent at some point." - Added in a murmur Soul.

- "Hah, she must have that from me. My shining greatness is so illuminating that she decided to try and be like me. Not like she will ever reach my greatness." - Commented BlackStar again. Kid didn't take that seriously, for BlackStar is just bubbling non sense. They finally arrived to the classroom everyone was going to their seats.

- "Look, Kid, she's that girl sitting at the back." - Maka said as she looked at the mysterious girl. Kid followed her gaze and saw a girl their age. He must admit, she did have a mystical vibe around her. Maybe he should talk to her, but how?

...

- "Liz, Patty, go without me, I have something else I have to do." - Said Kid as he left the classroom.

- "Oh? Alright, take care." - Liz answered. As Kid walked out of the classroom, he could see the one who he wanted to talk to. He picked up the pace, since he could see that the person was getting further away. The crowd of individuals that has formed in the halls didn't help.

As he got to an empty hall, he finally could see the enigmatic girl. He hurried his footing and soon enough, he caught up to her.

- "Hey." - He called out to her and as if pulled out of a trance, the girl slowly turned around to see Kid behind her. Her upper body was slightly leaned away from Kid. She didn't answer Kid, even if she wanted, he soon started talking again. - "You're that girl who got everyone and their grandmas intrigued, right? I'm Death, the Kid, son of Lord Death. You actually are quite interesting and symmetrical, so what do you say to talking sometimes?" - The girl expression didn't change much, at least to Kid's impression. She shook her head slightly in affirmation, her school bag still in her hands by the handles. - "Alright, then it's settled. Now, I have matters to attend so farewell for the time being. I'll see you around." - with that, Kid went back the same way he came as the girl just stood there looking at him as he was leaving.

...

- "Today she will finally hear it from THE BlackStar!" - as usual, BlackStar was causing quite the scene when Kid saw him and Tsubaki pass by in the hallway. There weren't that many people around, so the sound of BlackStar's voice was echoing throughout the tall walls of the halls. Suddenly, Kid saw the girl who BlackStar was complaining about coming right at BlackStar and Tsubaki from the other hall. The girl clearly heard BlackStar's shouting, it would be surprising if she didn't thought Kid, so to apparently avoid the blue-haired boy, she quickly skipped to the next hall while BlackStar turned away and started walking back first, for some reason. This scene of the girl caused the wheels in Kid's mind to turn. Was she avoiding the loud boy because she knew it was about her or just because he was loud? He had to think it over.

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This short af and I'm sorry it's not as good as it could have been😔 I didn't know what I should do later on, but I hope you all like it (Black Star being the best wingman ever❓❗) If someone asks for part 2 I might do it and incline more in the romantic theme, I guess, I really don't know sorry

anyway, bye bye xoxo

[ididitforthedogs]

More bitching on tumblr time

[girlwiththegreenhat]

april please be kind to me. please

[crazy-pages]

A company owned by two of Donald Trump’s top mega-donors has routinely brought dozens of its workers from Mexico to staff its warehouses in Wisconsin and other locations even though they do not appear to have permission to work in the US.

This is not a contradiction. ICE is the bogeyman these employers use to keep their undocumented workers in line and ununionized. If they ever feel like their workers are starting to get uppity, or just feel like terrorizing them to keep them in line, ICE is the tool they use to do that. Just send them in to raid a trailer parkor a company provided housing block, ruined a few dozen lives, and in doing so terrorize the rest of them or their replacements into submission.

And if enforcement ever gets so intense they run out of desperate people coming to the US for work? Well the deportation wait times will just get longer, and the 14th Amendment will be used to pressgang them back into the same jobs as legally enslaved prisoners. Pressganged prisoners are already the source of a lot of United States manufacturing labor.

I need to make this really clear, we are not identifying a hypocrisy and these employers are not going to get what's coming to them when their workforce gets deported. This is the point. This Is how they maintain control. Part of the reason it's been getting more intense is because migrant farm workers have actually gotten better at organizing even in the face of these terror tactics so these employers are doubling down.

[jiraisupportgroup]

why do you get to sit in your heated home with daddy’s money and tell everyone who can and can’t wear jirai kei?

I don’t usually respond to stuff like this, especially because I’m fairly certain this was just ripped from a popular j-fashion creators video, but:

I feel like I make it quite clear that when I talk about jirai kei it’s just my opinions. I openly state that I’m likely a dumbass and you should take my word with a grain of salt considering I’m not a spokesperson for the Jirai Kei community, I’m not an expert on Jirai Kei, I also don’t speak Japanese so I can’t rly access a lot of “OG” jirai kei content that launched the community.

Additionally: I’ve never stated that anyone can’t wear anything. The closest I’ve gotten to that is when I state that I don’t generally believe “jirai kei” is the appropriate term for the fashion (therefore you can’t rly “wear it” if we want to be super technical) or when I said that “fashion jirais” who complain about the community can fuck off.

Never at any point in that did I say that anyone can’t wear anything. If you want to wear girly kei or dark girly or larme or ryousangata or whatever the fuck you want to wear - by all means please do. My main point is if you don’t like the jirai kei community, don’t interact with it. You can post coords and find friends and have a lot of fun with the clothing if that’s want you want to do. You can buy Liz Lisa & MCM bags and generally live your best ryousangata life. You don’t have to interact with the jirai kei community to do that. Block the people you find annoying. Block tags, block accounts, block whatever you don’t want to see. No one is going to be mad at you for not wanting to interact with the “dark side” of jirai kei (as people love to call it for some reason) UNLESS you’re adamantly saying “the dark side is wrong” and then using a shitload of jirai-related tags. Other tags for these clothes exist. Separate the two if you want, I don’t give a fuck; jirai kei doesn’t own the clothing.

I’m not going to sit here and outright defend people in the jirai kei community posting people’s coords and bullying them, I’m not gunna sit here and defend the fatphobic or racist things that have been said on jirai kei twt. I will point out that those posts are not actually super common in the jirai kei community, and the people that post them generally aren’t very well liked by other landmines either, they also tend to be very young. It’s a really big community. There are going to be “bad apples” especially because it’s a community based around mental health issues. You can’t look at that handful of posts and say “the entire community is toxic and awful”. Venting & the like are very common, but it’s pretty rare that I see people actively posting hate like that, and there is a huge difference between the two. Most of the landmines I see are too scared to even make vague callout posts. Maybe that’s just Tumblr, idk, but honestly the amount of hate I see in this community is rather small.

Secondarily to your point; my house is not fucking heated. I can barely afford to run the AC in the summer or the heat in the winter - typically I turn it on when my BF is here and turn it off when he leaves to save money. I have my own apartment. I work for my own apartment. I can barely fucking afford it. I make about $2700 a month and my bills add up to be about $2400 a month (and it’s not like an expensive or nice apartment it’s literally full of roaches and my oven doesn’t work). I usually end up spending about $100 of the leftover on cat food, and then have $200 left over for gas to get to work AND food AND toiletries for the MONTH.

I don’t have “daddy’s money”. I live by myself about 8 hours away from my family; they don’t have shit to send me. My dad died 3 years ago and left us with 50k in debt because he decided paying taxes was optional. When that happened - I was making 17.50 an hour and I had the HIGHEST WAGE out of anyone in my family. I was trying to finish college which I was attending on a scholarship bc I couldn’t fucking afford it, I was working overtime, trying to organize my dad’s funeral bc no one else in my family could do it, and paying tax payments. “Daddy’s money” was a negative sum. I frequently send leftover cash to my family if there is any just to help them in any way I can.

The cute and nice things I can afford are typically bought either because I pick up overnight shifts at my secondary serving job or from sugar daddies. Although I stopped sugaring about 3 years ago.

I started working when I was 15. I started SW when I was 17 to help my family pay rent. I did SW from about 17 years old to 21 and stopped shortly after my father died because I didn’t have the time anymore. And I fucking hated it but it made money.

Don’t fucking come at me saying I’ve got a nice house and daddy’s money when I’m sitting in a roach-infested apartment that I work myself to the fucking bone for & I spent multiple years trying to pay off my dad’s debt.

Fuck right off with that dude.

[mammalsofaction]

Merry Fuckin' Christmas

Rating: M

Relationships: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Add tags: Established relationships, dancing, speaking perry, human Perry, pnfsecretsanta, merry Christmas liz dont hate me bc i really like this prompt, FUCK TIMEZONES I JUST WOKE UP

Dedicated to @agentlizardofowca for the secret santa

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"Oh, this takes me back.”

Perry looks up, a little further back than is comfortable, on account of them both being pressed so close together. Perry raises an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t remember?” Heinz asks, a little sullenly.

Perry hums a little, as if in thought. He closes his eyes, allowing Heinz the opportunity to stare unabashedly; observe his smooth, relaxed features and the subtle flush from the cold outside. Given the opportunity, Heinz could stare at him forever.

Perry briefly takes his hands off of his waist to sign, and Heinz clutches at his shoulders. New Years?

He hadn’t even thought of that, but now that he does, the memory brings itself forward with a familiar flush of warmth. It’s a better memory, for sure.

“I was thinking more along the lines of our first.” Heinz prods.

Perry furrows his brow, a head tilt as eloquent as a thousand words. Heinz could almost hear him say it; That was our first.

Heinz shakes his head, giggling, and oh, that must be the champagne. His feet are getting sore–they must’ve been here for hours–but he feels reluctant to let this night pass just yet. “Earlier,” he coaxes. “Early. Our first summer.”

The furrow stays for a second longer, than two, and Heinz could tell the moment it hits him. Perry breathes out an involuntary chuckle, and Heinz could feel his own heart growing two sizes.

We were doing the macarena, Perry complains.

“There was a salsa in there somewhere.”

Some ballet moves.

“You did most of the leading,” Heinz recalls, giggling again, because he had been so irritated by it.

Not on purpose, Perry responds, and Heinz is man enough to give him that. Perry doesn’t lie, not for stupid, little things. He doesn’t see the point, when he’d lied enough for two lifetimes. Besides, I knew you were a better dancer.

Heinz raised an eyebrow. “Even then?”

Even then. Perry confirms.

The Michael Buble song playing, an instrumental of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, ends with a flourish, and so do they. Perry leads, and Heinz follows, but he does it on his own time, on his own terms, and Perry meets him half-way. He twirls, and Perry spins him, and when he trips on his feet Perry covers for him, swooping him low. The crowd around them; OWCA staff, agents and interns, clap enthusiastically for them. Heinz feels dizzy, delighted, but even with all the attention there’s no feeling on earth like Perry’s eyes on him, gulping him down like a tall glass of water.

Perry leads him away from the dancefloor before the next song could start, sneaking away into one of the many shadowed nooks and crannies outside the hall. They’re grinning and giggling like a couple of teenagers, not that Heinz had any sort of similar experience in his youth. He’s tempted to lead Perry all the way down the rest of the hall, outside the gates and into the parking lot, to bring him home, but then Perry pins him against the wall, hiking him up to sit on his hip so Heinz could wrap his legs around him, and oh. Well. He could settle with something quick before they go.

“I kept it, y’know.” Perry mumbles, his accent thick and slurred from mulled wine, now that they were well away from every other listening ear.

“Hm?”

“The magazine,” Perry smirks. He hikes Heinz a little higher on his hip, making him squeak. “You look amazing in tights.”

“Is that your grappling hook,” Heinz asks weakly. “Or are you just happy to see me?”

Perry laughs, pulling his lover down. Their lips clash like titans; it’s hungry and sloppy and a little too wet, and when Perry pulls away there is a smear of bold rouge all across the lower half of his face, and Heinz is thinking they really should’ve at least made it out to the car. Perry presses his mouth below Heinz’s ear–in their periphery, the crowd inside the hall has begun making a ruckus. The clock strikes midnight with a loud, echoing gong, masking the sound of his involuntary moan as Perry slips a hand down the front of his white tuxedo pants.

Merry Christmas indeed.