#looking at you eggy and honee

[mollyrolls]

someone needs to do a psychological study on me bc anytime i SEE the name akaashi i swear to god my heart starts racing. god forbid he’s put in a Scenario

[honeekyuu]

HAPPY SELF SHIP FRIDAY HONEE can i get uhhh #20 & #28 (i am a dedicated sunee shipper)

EGGY PLEASE IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU HERE

ask game questions here!

20: What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

i am a very very dedicated hoodie stealer. i wear them to sleep bc they smell like him and if i wake up in the middle of the night and hes out in the living room doing loser gamer boy shit, i get very fucking upset (the first time he did this, we were still fwb and i thought he had left my apartment -- when i found him in the living room i started crying like a fucking idiot. this was also the first time we half-defined the relationship and made it clear that, WHATEVER we were, it was a committed thing). he gives me his hoodies now so that i can be lulled back to sleep and not show up behind him like a very pissed off cryptid while he's shiny hunting toedscools in the fucking dark

we also share a pair of black wire frame blue-light glasses. i use them on campus/when im writing dissertation chapters and he uses them at night while im sleeping and hes gaming

28: What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

i have a thin chain necklace with an S charm on it that he bought for me because he caught me looking at them on etsy when i thought he wasnt paying attention. ive broken the chain about 6 times already, so he just keeps a pack of replacement ones in his bedside table.

he has a picture of me as his phone wallpaper and another, much less sfw, polaroid hidden in his phone case from our situationship days. i have tried to take it out like 15 times at this point, but he is fucking tall and has a ridiculous wing span.

[causenessus]

OKAY! Now that I have been given the okay to use my degree in yappology-

CLEANING WHEN YOU’RE STRESSED IS SO REAL. Like tmi mayhaps but I have like a 2 yr depression room (at one time it was clean but stuff happened that is not tumblr sanctioned and it reverted back to a depression room 🧍🏻‍♀️) and I got stressed about the first day of school (senior yr I’m gonna throw up guys-) and I just started cleaning it! I did like four loads of laundry and picked up all the trash and folded all my new clothes I got. I made a dent in the room and I was very happy about it lol.

Whenever I have a bad day I too rant to someone, usually it’s my best friend bcs as an only child I don’t have a sibling I can kidnap and force to listen to me and vice versa. So like needing to feel productive when your day has been literally awful??? Real for that!

Like I’m pretty sure I have picture day the same day I’m supposed to get my hair done which makes me want to pull my hair out. Like ONE MORE DAY PLEASE. MY SENIOR PICTURE CANNOT BE ME WITH THIS ORANGEY PINK MESS. PLEASE I’LL CRY. Unfortunately I don’t think they’ll push it back if I ask 🙄 how unreasonable /j

I’M SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO MOTIVATE YOU TO MAKE THINGS!!! THAT MAKES ME GIGGLE AND TWIRL MY HAIR!!! Also not to worry, I love sending long asks so every once in a while if you enjoyed these more will be coming soon to Tumblrs near you <333

I am caring for myself, it’s called rummaging through your account along with (eggy, dodger, hiraethwa <333, honee, and Molly’s accounts). What more self care could I need??? NO BUT REALLY. I am taking care of myself, had myself a little self care shower the other day with face masks and hair masks. You know the works! Mostly because I had to take my nail polish off finally bcs school 😔 (I’m in a culinary tech school and you can’t have nail polish lol) also had a delicious meal bcs school started. We’re making yogurt and granola and then making crepes. The granola was so good- like omg. I added more brown sugar and honey 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Okay enough about me- now onto rambles about your fics bcs they’re delectable.

LOVE NOTES. OMG MY BELOVED….

I LOVE ALL THE LITTLE THINGS THAT LOVE NOTES SUNA DOES FOR HER. LIKE GOD I’VE SEEN WHAT YOU’VE DONE FOR OTHERS. LIKE BARKING. GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE.

FOR ME??? AWHFJSJJFJS I FEEL SO SPECIAL 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I’m gonna be so fr- I love love notes Suna but if I got put in that universe he’s not the one I would go after. Love you pookie but I need Osamu. As a baker I need him. Chef + Baker combo goes so hard like- we would cause so much havoc for Atsumu. Like “Here I made cupcakes you want one?” And he would agree bcs what could sweet little bakery anon have done to them??? PRANK. Osamu and I would be menaces and I feel like love notes Suna (and Sakusa) would wholeheartedly support this.

Wanting to write a story based off one scene in your head? Real. I do that all the time. There’s literally so many ideas floating around in my head (send help I have 15 drafts of ideas and it grows everyday😭😭😭😭🔫)

RAHHH MAKING ART FOR PEOPLE IS JUST SO ROMANTIC. I find it even more romantic when the other person doesn’t know because person A isn’t making the art to get credit or to get ahead in any way with person B they’re doing it because they get so inspired by person B that they have to get their love out somehow. And they want to inspire the people they love. WHEN IS IT MY TURN????

In a completely funny and ironic way when I think of love notes I think of “LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH! EVERY TIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH!” Like my brain supplies me with that anytime photography is mentioned it’s all I can think of.

FOREHEAD KISS AND FRESH BAKED COOKIES MWAH 🍪🍪🍪🍪

I love you too Ness!!!!! <3333 MAKE SURE TO EAT FOOD AND DRINK WATER!!! AND THIS IS FOR EVERYONE ELSE WHO MADE IT THIS FAR IN MY YAPPING!!! -> YOU’RE IMPORTANT AND I LOVE YOU!!! AM I A STRANGER ON THE INTERNET? YES BUT DOES THAT MATTER? NO! You’re worth all the effort and deserve someone who puts effort into you. If no one else tells you they love you today I love you! You’re doing your best, even if you think you’re not. If you only have 40% of your usual effort today to give that means that you still have 100% because you made it through the day. You guys are doing great and eat food, drink water (it’s good for you I promise!) and take a shower or bath to help you decompress. You deserve it. And good night/morning because you deserve one!!! <33333

Thank you for yapping with me <3333 certified yapper clocking out for the day-

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪 <3

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY BAKERY ANON PLEASE YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE OKAY TO USE YOUR DEGREE IN YAPPOLOGY <3 like u worked hard for that degree yk 😔😔 don't let anyone tell u that u can't use it!! BUT ANYWAY I'M SORRY I'M SO LATE I PROMISE IT IS ONLY BECAUSE LAST NIGHT -> TODAY LITERALLY SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE AND TOLD ME TO STAY DOWN </33 BUT I AM BACK AND ALIVE NOW!!

and not tmi at all!! omg i totally get the depression room 😭😭 like my desk is always just a mess of things i cannot be bothered to deal with and then i throw anything else in my closet so i don't have to deal with it and just recently cleaned it out and it was the best feeling in the world!! and ik how hard it can be to like start trying to clean up cluttered rooms when there's so much to do so i'm so proud of you for cleaning it!! stress cleaning is super fun <3 (it being clean and then things happening is so real + GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR SENIOR YEAR!! ENJOY YOURSELF <3 DON'T STRESS TOO MUCH ABOUT COLLEGE OR ANYTHING!!! HAVE FUN!! <33 and idk why i'm so stupid but i read "i made a dent in the room" and thought you meant a LITERAL DENT like i fully imagined you [a person with a cookie for a head <3 /pos it's so cute] just sucker punching your wall and leaving a dent LMAOOO)

and aa i'm glad you have a best friend to rant to!! friends are amazing honestly i definitely value friends over family tbh so i think that's just as good as a sibling yk <33

AND PLEASE???? idk i remember for my senior year they literally just used our junior pictures 💀💀 bc i guess their priority was the senior photos yk!! AND AAA ORANGEY PINK HAIR SOUNDS SO PRETTY THOUGH!!!! I HOPE YOUR PICTURE TURNS OUT WELL :(( AND ALSO THAT YOUR HAIR APPOINTMENT GOES WELL!! (😭😭 maybe they have like a retake picture day if u need it??)

I CANNOT WAIT FOR MORE LONG ASKS ESPECIALLY FROM YOU BAKERY ANON!! YOU ARE SO SWEET AND I LOVE TO READ AND REPLY TO THESE <33

AND RAHHHH!! i'm so so glad you loved love notes!!! suna is so sweet literally i think about him everyday <3 and then i see irl men and get severely disappointed and depressed </3 but it's okay bc that's what fanfics are for!! (@/yogurtkags tagged me in the most DELECTABLE suna drabble EVER OMG IT LITERALLY GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES but i reblogged it on my sideblog bc i went a little too feral...and not main blog appropriate....so if u want to read it u can either find it on there or i'll definitely find a way to send u the link!! like we can do it like a little smuggle deal where u send me an ask asking for the goods and i send u the link and then u send me another ask telling me u got it and then i delete the post... 😈😈😈 [i have no idea why i'm gatekeeping this fic or why i would do something this convoluted i am just mildly ashamed of my own behavior and reaction that fic ahem...]) AND PLEASE GOING FOR OSAMU IS SO VALID!!! AND THE CHEF X BAKER COMBO IS ACTUALLY SO SO CUTE!!!! <3333 i would die for your guys' prank wars 😭😭 ik that all goes crazy and suna and sakusa would definitely support you!! love notes yn would too <3

THE 15 IDEAS FLOATING AROUND YOUR HEAD IS SO REAL 😭😭😭 THAT'S ME AND ALL THE LITTLE TINY NOTES I HAVE IN MY NOTES APP THAT ARE JUST SPORADIC NOTES AND COMMENTS THAT MAKE NO SENSE

AND RIGHT IT'S SO ROMANTIC :((( like i don't think i ever find a way to convey this very clearly bc i was so scared to do a lot of pictures yk 😭😭 but that's basically how it was!! like they were both artists and they were both each other's muse <3 like y/n would be taking pictures of people (especially like engagement/couple photos) and be thinking about suna and suna was making art thinking of her <33 aa they're so cute!!!

FOREHEAD KISSES AND FRESH BAKED COOKIES :((( THANK YOU BAKERY ANON I LOVE YOU!! <33

YOU'RE SO SO SWEET BAKERY ANON PLEASE REMEMBER YOUR ENTIRE NOTE ALSO APPLIES TO YOU!!! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF <333 GET ENOUGH REST!! EAT PLENTY!! DRINK WATER!!! LOVE YOURSELF!! AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY <333

[sardix]

Exacly i do not know why but honely i can believe that they have reproductive organs but can't have kids since it's a big rensosibiliti and they literaly were created to protect the world from colapsing.

Also... 3 SAID WHAT!?HE got a second spine!?

But on all seriousness their biologi funcions on the rules of memes wich means that eachperson has a basic anatomy but they got added stuff like the abilty that eggy has with her hair... (I still have no clue how the hell did that turn into a literal saw) and seing that both smg3 and smg4 were created at the same time means that they probably have same anatomy like 1:1 (most likely with just slight difrences).

What we do know is that memes are represented like human so basicly there human with added stuff like abilities or looks like idk a literal cat karen.

But it also means that with that logic our meme guardians are aliens and there anatomy can literaly be anything. I mean they weren't even born, just created. So literaly they can be anything when it goes to there anatomy, i mean they can probably change it using meme energy since there probably made out of it. So idk like they could have for example two types of genitalias. Becouse why tf not?

Also about the whole sleaping togheter, smg4 is genuenly shocked and is also the first to say "what are you doing in my room!?" And smg3 then repeats the same thing like in panic + the fact that yea they are in smg4's room not smg3's.

So it means only one thing and I think we know who was the one to go to the others room and grab their hand in their sleep... 😏💜(would that be stalking?... yea)

OR a certain plumber decidet to give them some help... again.

i, uhm..

made a lil drawing

this scene lives in my head rent-free lmao

(for those who struggle to read:

Wait! SMG4 I-i've got something to tell you!

(SMG4) what?

I'm... ..pregnant)

[mspenelopelane]

Jess’ POV of “Nobody is Ever Missing” from Chapter 16 of “The Desert”

She called for the car at nine a.m. and made the short journey up to Eastnor Castle. Along the winding drive, she noticed a black SUV driving in the opposite direction and felt an involuntary drop in her stomach. Jess blinked once and squinted her eyes slightly.

For years, she had honed that skill—the skill to find Kendall from a distance, in a crowd, across the room—to alert him of breaking news, a stock price drop, a terror threat, a lunch delivery—and her eyes focused. As the cars passed one another, she saw a figure, hunched and alone, in the backseat of the SUV. She waved a little, confused, but he either did not see or—did he ignore it? Was it even him? It didn’t even make any sense. A relative, maybe. She must’ve been mistaken.

           She turned and looked in the rear window as the SUV grew smaller in her view. Jess whipped back around and jabbed at her phone. Kendall’s phone went straight to voicemail. She called again. And again. But no answer.

           As the car neared the castle, Jess hopped out, making the rest of the journey on foot as usual, and dug into her bag to look for the key card, but she reminded herself that she’d left it in the room. How was she to get in…?

           She crept to the side door. Kendall was not waiting.

           “Dammit,” she whispered as she stepped back.

           There was a crunching underfoot. Jess brought her attention down to the ground and saw broken glass. The strange feeling in her stomach intensified. Had that glass been there the whole time?

           She ran back around to the front entrance, thinking of the unattended office equipment in the sitting room. Where was Stewy? There was no time to call him now; the computers’ security was now at risk. Did Kendall take the computers with him wherever he may have been going? Was there an email she had missed? Was that even him in the car? Jess racked her brain; the image was too brief. She felt like she couldn’t trust her own senses.

           Jess took a deep breath and walked up the front entrance. It seemed people were still eating breakfast, but some were milling about the great hall. Jess steeled herself and tried to make a beeline for the stairs to make it up to the room without drawing attention.

           “And there’s his Girl Friday,” she heard a voice behind her as her foot hit the first step.

           Jess spun around and found Roman Roy delicately deconstructing the pickle-onion-celery garnish from the Bloody Mary he was holding in his hand.

           “Where is—”

           “Oh, you’re looking for Mr. Brightside?” Roman crunched into a cornichon, “yeah, he’s gone.”

           “Gone—What—”

           “Yup,” he sighed, “back to rehab. Perfect timing, too—with everything. Motherfucker.”

           Roman turned to go, and then spoke over his shoulder as he went back for a second helping of eggy pegs, “don’t bother picking him up this time. Just fucking leave him there.”

           Jess stood on the stair for a moment, feeling a sob well in her chest. She held the back of her hand to her mouth to suppress it before continuing upstairs.

           “Ms. Jordan,” another voice, this time softer, came from behind her.

           Jess stopped and a chill overtook her. Before she could even turn around, she knew who it was.

           “Come with me,” Colin said.

           Jess followed him obediently to the front entrance, sucking in her tears so her face would be dry when she looked at him.

           “I just need to get up to Mr. Roy’s room and retrieve some items—” Jess said quietly.

           “We can’t let you do that.”

           “I work for Kendall Roy—”

           “I am aware of that,” Colin took a step toward her, knowing what he was doing. Jess did not step back, “but right now, you are not a guest of Ms. Roy or Mr. Wambsgans, and you are trespassing.”

The words seemed to hiss through the hall and a few guests, all white, turned and looked at Jess. She swallowed once and looked around. The reminder was loud and clear: she had been allowed there for a while, but Colin had made it clear that she did not belong.

           The power that Colin wielded over her was familiar, but infuriating. There would be no getting the computers. There would be no finding out where Kendall actually was.

“Ms. Jordan,” he repeated in an even voice as he towered over her, “I’m going to have to ask you to sign—”

           Jess was shocked, but cut in, “I’m not signing anything without a lawyer present.”

           “Very well,” Colin was cool, “ but I need you to answer some questions as well.”

           “No, I’m not answering anything,” she countered, the hair on her neck rising.

           “Then you need to leave.”

            Jess, incandescent with silent anger as Colin went back to make a report to Logan, shook her head and went out. Once across the moat, her breathing steadied, but she allowed herself a moment to stomp her feet against the frozen ground as she let out a strangled growl of frustration.

           “Um—” yet another voice behind her, “ma’am? Are—are you in distress?”

           She spun around, slightly mortified someone had been witness to her mini breakdown.

           “Oh!” Greg exclaimed as he recognized her, pointing to her with the cigarette between his fingers, “you’re—um—Kendall’s—are you OK?”

           Jess gave him an imperceptible nod and turned back around. She took a yoga breath to get centered and collected herself enough to call…Stewy.

           “Where’s Kendall?” he blurted into the phone when he picked up, “he’s not answering.”

           “I don’t know—I was hoping you would,” she fired back as she began marching down the long drive.

           “Um—OK--,” Stewy thought for a moment, “come meet me—I’m at the…Deer Cottage-whatever-the-fuck—”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25585159/chapters/62092366

CHAPTER 19 drops this weekend!

[travellingwithleoandzoe-blog]

#4 Rio Celeste & Rincon de la Vieja, Costa Rica

Our obscured views on that misty day in  Arenal had left us lusting for more volcanic scenery. We pressed on northwards through acres of striking countryside, reaching the tiny village of Bijagua in what seemed like a flash. Here, we’d rented a small apartment to rest our heads for the night. But first we dumped our bags and turned back on ourselves to re-enter Tenorio Volcano National Park, all in a quest to see sky blue waters of Rio Celeste.

If you’ve ever been exposed to any pictures of Costa Rica, the chances are you’ve caught a glimpse of Rio Celeste before. It’s distinctive turquoise waters make it a common inclusion on post cards and the front cover of tourism materials. The river is unsurprisingly very popular, and the park wisely limits the trail to 400 people at a time. Fortunately, we arrived early enough to walk straight through (after paying of course). The path to view the waters is relatively gentle and easy going, making it accessible for all. By chance, or due to questionable map reading skills, we managed to save the pièce de résistance, the waterfall, till last. Our attention in the meantime honed in on some of the other notable features along the river, including: the magnificent blue lagoon, the pungent bubbling borballones, and the intriguing point of Tenidores. This trail end is where you can view two separate clear water rivers, Buenavista and Sour Creek, merge into one to create the vivid coloured Rio Celeste. The physical phenomenon known as Mie scattering is, in simplistic terms, caused by mineral rich waters combining with highly acidic volcanic waters and rays sunlight. The alternative explanation on offer, long held by locals, is that God dipped his brush into the river while he was painting the sky blue. We’re backing the science explanation.

After admiring the pre-waterfall build up, we finally descended down a set of steep steps to catch our first glance of the main attraction. We weren’t disappointed. The encompassing greenery amplified the colours on show. The picturesque and mineral rich falls have carved the rock face to leave behind a warming orange hue. The immense plunge pool glimmers like a enormous turquoise gemstone. It’s the quintessential waterfall. One that almost looks photoshopped even when viewing in person. We had to prise ourselves away from the view. As we exited the park we spotted various fleeing lizards along with an unperturbed white nosed coati.

We departed Bijagua the next morning and set our sights on Rincon de la Vieja National Park. We knew little about our next destination. The tip off came from one of the guys at the car hire company after we mentioned we had desires to hike during our trip. Heeding his advice, we waved goodbye to the region of Alajuela and entered into the agricultural province of Guanacaste in pursuit of the Santa Maria Volcano lodge. It was a smidge too late in the day to get the most out of the trails on offer when we arrived. We instead rambled around the beautiful surrounding gardens of our wooden lodge. It’s easy to stay occupied in the outdoors of Costa Rica. Our first treat was a duo of chattering bright green parrots, followed by a wonderfully colourful keel-billed toucan who was hopping between branches with consummate ease. We pondered and sat in awe of the garden for some hours before heading out for dinner. Thankfully, a new favourite of ours, Casado, was on the menu. This typical Costa Rican dish comprises of rice and beans, salad, plantain, salsas, a corn tortilla, and portion of meat or veg of your choosing. A complete meal, and one always served at a reasonable price. We washed it down with a guanabana juice and closed the day feeling content.

By 8 am the next day we were back on the road. We had ambitions to cover three separate hikes in the national park, amounting some decent mileage. The park spans some 34,000 acres, however the route up to the crater of the Rincon De La Vieja volcano has long been closed due to a large eruption back in 2011. Luckily there are plenty of other trails on offer and we decided on the Cataratas La Cangreja trail as our first route. Within moments of entering the park this windy path led us into a section of shady forest sporting some epically large trees. We turned to one another and acknowledged how this was the type of trail we’d been longing for. It felt less pruned and righteous from the first step.

In time, the forest trail fed us out into an expansive savannah sandwiched between two volcanoes masquerading as hills. Our first clear view of any since arriving. 

The prize at the end of the trail? A 50m waterfall and crystal clear lagoon. Unfortunately, swimming is now prohibited, but it was possible to clamber around the fringes to get up and close to the fall. We enjoyed a modest lunch before starting to make our way back along the path we’d come from.

After 3 km or so, we approached the turn off point for our second route of the day, Cartaratas Escondidas. This trail was shorter, but the 2km scrambly ascent was far more gruelling. After hoisting ourselves up past the last few blackened boulders we caught our breathe to an expansive panoramic view extending out northwards towards Nicaragua and across both the Pacific and Caribbean sides of the country. We barely encountered another soul on the path, and soon found ourselves at the top of another sizeable fall looking down.

At first we parked our heavy legs and dipped our feet in the cool water believing this was the finish line, but a side path invited us to explore further. After a couple of minutes of tentatively venturing on around a corner we discovered a worn rope leading down to the real end point. You guessed it, another waterfall. This time around we took advantage of the secluded setting, and plunged into the water for a refreshing dip. We bounced back down the trail revitalised and ready to squeeze in the most popular trail in the park, Sendero Las Pailas.

The main draw of this loop route is six separate viewpoints that allow you to get up close to bubbling mud pools and sulphurous fumeroles. Intriguing as all this volcanic activity was, we moved fairly hastily due to the crowds, eggy stench, and our tiring legs. We’ve since learnt that all of this geothermal energy is being harnessed into the Las Palais Power Plant which generates some serious megawattage. Just one of the many alternative energy methods the country makes the most of.

On the route back we bravely decided to ignore sat nav instructions after spotting a sign post for our lodge. This led us down a bone jangling narrow dirt road for 45 minutes, but also came we some benefits. We pierced through dense forest, completed our first river crossing, and were treated to a rainbow to top the day off. 

It was the type of road 4x4s are built for, and our little Karando didn’t struggle one bit. Rincon de la Vieja had surpassed our expectations. We unquestionably enjoyed our best day in Costa Rica’s wilderness yet.

[mack3030]

While I understand that the intentions are good with Eggy’s posts I feel they miss their mark.

First, I bet you that tumblr treats it’s own staff just as badly as the users on this hellsite. Because those who make the BIG decisions (corporate) probably aren’t the overworked people who moderate accounts and handle community disturbances. They are humans, and do not need to be screamed at.

Passion is fine, and can be honed and used well to make a respectful and intentional massage. But when that passion and emotion boils over and is not honed well, it can become a hot mess of word vomit that fails to get you taken seriously. Adding words that also are insulting towards women doesn’t add to your bonus points either.

One of my favorite TV shows I’ve ever watched is “Daredevil” and this is because they actually made Kingpin a character with a very easy to relate backstory. They showed how even though he made bad choices, he did so believing they were good, and he even found love and purpose. The character is brilliant because it reminds us that we all have some villain in us. We all could be the people making bad choices that hurt others thinking we are doing the right thing.

Could this not apply to those on the other side of the argument? While yes, doxxing and classism and other actions are horrible, these people could have very strong reasons in their own mind for these actions. While it doesn’t excuse the behavior, it does remind us that they are, at the heart of things, humans. They deserve to be treated with empathy.

There are times for loud voices, but it’s best to use those voices to shout for the unheard, to help guide the lost, and to bring attention to the things that need fixing instead of aiming them at other humans in anger. This is how you win. Playing dirty and slinging mud ends up with everyone looking like shit.

To my fellow Simblrs

CW: Abusive, misogynist language. Threats of violence

Heads up to @anachrosims @xldkx @academiclemonade @loookawway @chelseasanidiot @bill-l-s4cc @fiftymilehighclub​ @mack3030​ @melunn​​

Look, I understand the importance of standing to the pieces of scum who are tearing our fandom apart through paywalls, adflys to literal death threats and doxing. Where we choose to continue fighting through awareness, courage and a commitment to building a healthier community, @eggysimblr​ choses to fight with toxicity, misogynistic slurs and death threats.

  Listen, I believe we should use our anger to demand change as a better world but when it just devolves into hateful, disgusting vitriol like this, I say this…  

…or else we’re no better than the Neo-Nazis of the -Channer boards. This must stop.

[joneshead]

reggie mantle .

Ironically, the reason Reggie Mantle was late for his fifth period Sexual Education course is because he had decided to yank Jughead’s patented crown-shaped hat, which led to a full chase through the halls, culminating in Reggie throwing the hat deep into the girl’s locker room and snickering to himself like the biggest bully cliché ever all the way to class. The reason it was ironic is what would happen upon walking into the room.  His brows furrowed in uncertainty when he saw the other students sitting in boy/girl pairs, each two person group with their very own baby doll.   Of course, Miss Meyers had been telling them for the past week that they would be starting this project today, but remembering that would require that Reggie paid minimal attention, or didn’t sleep during class, or even showed up on a regular basis. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Nice of you to join us, Mr. Mantle,” Miss Meyers said without even bothering to look up, adjusting the thick glasses on the bridge of her nose and turning the page on the paperback novel she was reading.  "Grab a baby from the box.  Everyone else has already paired off, so wait until the other missing student arrives and then begin discussing how you and your partner plan on raising the little bundle of joy.“ The project in question was vaguely coming back to Reggie, but more than anything else he was stuck on the words other missing student.  There was one particular student who he knew wasn’t there yet because of the incident in the hallway, and the sound of footsteps approaching the door made him recoil in abject horror. "No, no, no… NO.  Please, GOD NO.  NOOOOOOOOO.”

@dudebroreg

It wasn’t unusual for Jughead to be late to things, what with how often he got pushed into lockers or dragged into a ridiculous argument with the rich kids from the Goonies. He was used to Reggie’s antics, if not simply tired of them, and while he had no fear in snapping back at the other boy with a cleverly worded comeback, he wasn’t much of a match for him when it came to physical altercations. Reggie had half a foot and several pounds of muscle on the scrawnier boy, and so when the football star took off running with his hat, there wasn’t much he could do but follow and pray for it to all be over.

Which left him dragging his feet through the empty hallways, adjusting his hat on his head, after being handed the bit of wool from a sympathetic girl without a shirt on. 

He slouched, gait slow, as he wandered through the classroom door, unimpressed with the greeting from the teacher. But then came the words Jughead didn’t want to hear. “And you’ll be paired with Mr. Mantle.” “What?”

His eyes flashed over to Reggie, standing just as appalled as Jughead felt. A slight smug smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth -- ah, he could practically taste the opportunity to seek revenge. Torturing him through a baby exercise? It was practically served up on a golden platter.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” Jughead said caustically, elbowing the other boy in the ribs ( and knowing full well he couldn’t do anything about it with Meyers on the watch ). Eyebrows flicked up playfully, his smile fading to a stoic expression, teasing him with a seriousness Jughead had long since honed. “Let’s have a girl -- really go for that nuclear family kind of vibe.”