#none of them were my own original post but reblogs of my sets

[khaotunq]

scrolling thru my fyp so I can fill my queue for my week without access to my pc (which is something I feel compelled to do despite the fact that whenever I do have access, i never post?? my own behaviour is a mystery.) and scrolled past like 4 of my own gifsets. thank u tumbly 😔🙏🫠

[legallyacceptibleurl]

i keep seeing this stupid fucking take propagated

ID: screenshot of a tumblr post. @paraparathecow asked: (a screenshot of text that reads: “desperately need your support. 🙏 Achieved 25500 kr/ 200000 kr, My account was verified by@\gazavetters, @\90-ghost & Voices from Gaza on X.,1100kr=100$.”) @paraparathecow: “Man, I sure do wonder why the poor poor gazans are gathering money using swedish krona of all currencies... At least they got the conversion rate right...” @homochadensistm: “But she was verified!! Bsbshjdhdd” END ID.

if you genuinely think a fundraiser being based outside of palestine is some sort of “gotcha“, that it “proves” that the fundraisers are “scams”, then you are either really dedicated to keeping yourself ignorant or someone who enjoys lying to fuck over people in need.

ID: two screenshots, the first showing that it’s a post @prismatic-bell reblogged, and that the original poster is @bsof-maarav. the second screenshot is a section of the post. @bsof-maarav: “Also reported to gofundme, I'm sure they will be interested in why this campaign is listed as being located in Texas, USA while the campaign narrative places the individual in Gaza. And I'm sure they will be further interested in knowing that I heard about it from an unsolicited spam-type message from an unknown account on social media.” END ID.

is anyone actually claiming that the fundraisers are based in palestine? who is saying that? genuinely who is saying that because i don’t know why this is such a prevalent fucking issue for people.

ID: @luckyletd0wn: “every donation that goes to a scammer is a donation stolen from gaza. gofundme does not even operate in palestine, someone from there cannot set up their own gofundme. i cannot believe the people falling for the constant scam asks. you're handing desperately needed donations to modern age nigerian princes. please i beg of you, learn some media literacy. thousands upon thousands of dollars have gone to scammers "vetted" by other scammers. some even admit to having their accounts banned for scamming and drop their new accounts!!!!” END ID.

i assumed it was common knowledge that the fundraisers were set up by family/friends/organisations/helpful people in one of the countries where gofundme operates.

but don’t take it from me, here’s one of their fellow liberals explaining it

ID: @cardassiangoodreads: “There was one case where a popular anti-scam post got things wrong - or more accurately, was "correct" but missed the point (pointing out that gofundme doesn't operate in Gaza, which is true, but to suggest none of the fundraisers are legit, which is false) and someone reblogged to correct them (that the legit gofundmes are run by relatives and friends in supported countries, not in Gaza itself - that's basically the only way people are getting out of there, having people on the outside send them money in order to do so).” END ID.

but hey don’t take it from some random tumblr liberal either. here’s time magazine explaining it

MARCH 25, 2024. Emphasis mine, plain text at the end of the post, under the cut.

“As a result, more Palestinians have increasingly turned to online crowdfunding platforms such as GoFundMe or JustGiving. A GoFundMe spokesperson told TIME that the platform has seen more than 12,000 active fundraisers for Palestinians in Gaza launched since Oct. 7, collectively raising $77 million to date. In addition to evacuation efforts, these campaigns have also been launched to fund access to humanitarian relief such as medical care and food, particularly as funding to formal aid organizations like UNRWA has been cut in various countries.”

[…]

“Because the platform can only be used in 19 countries, however, many of the Gaza-related campaigns are set up in Europe or North America. While some campaigns, such as Tareq's, are led by friends and relatives who live abroad and want to help on the ground, others have been created by activists or as collaborations between charities who rally a well-established network of donors and friends on social media or via public appeals.

In every crowdfunding case, Palestinians will rely on contacts abroad to help set up the campaign and receive donations on their behalf. In return, the platform benefits from the campaigns by charging donors 30 cents per contribution and keeping 2.9% of the total donation. “As fundraising for Gaza increases, we will continue to dedicate more resources to helping people help each other,” the GoFundMe spokesperson told TIME.”

[…]

“Despite the rising popularity of crowdfunding as a means of aid, many campaigns remain underfunded. 24-year-old Noor Hammad was once a nutritionist in Deir al-Balah, but now, she is desperate to escape Gaza after her home was heavily bombarded and she gave birth to her daughter in Rafah in January. “I lost everything in this war,” she said in a WhatsApp message. “I need to leave because I have a baby now, I need money to buy food for her.” To help Hammad, a Sydney-based journalist set up a GoFundMe campaign earlier this month to raise $27,000, which will be sent to Hammad’s brother in Sweden. So far, the fundraiser has raised just $2,580.

Even when campaigns raise enough funds, other challenges in ensuring Gazans can access and receive the money persist, especially as Western governments have introduced sanctions against Hamas. As a result, GoFundMe and other crowdfunding platforms are now required to comply by asking organizers for extensive information about to whom, and where, the money is going. Any individuals or groups who don’t pass a test screening for money laundering or terrorist financing are likely to be put on government-run lists. “

[…]

“The means through which money is transferred to Gazans is also complicated. A few wire services like Western Union are still operating in the besieged territory, but for many, a more viable option is to have the money sent to someone outside Gaza who can withdraw the cash and travel to Egypt. There, the money is paid to brokers who facilitate evacuations.

In February, Tareq and his family raised $20,000 and were finally able to leave for Egypt, where they are currently seeking refuge. But now, the 16-year-old says he needs to find the money to relocate to Canada, where his family can apply for asylum. Above all, the 11th grader—who was months ago participating in international student competitions—hopes to re-enroll in school to complete his education. He plans to make a new GoFundMe campaign in the coming weeks to raise money for the cost of visa applications, flights, and other expenses.

“The GoFundMe really helped with the evacuation and I am full of hope for the future,” he says. “But the circumstances have led Gazans to crowdfund because they lost a lot, and they continue to lose a lot”.”

Is every blog asking for funds legit? Sadly no. Do the people doing the vetting want you to just donate to each and every person who asks nicely? That’s really easy to check actually, surprising i know.

ID: @\el-shab-hussein on 30/1-2024: “As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.” END ID.

The answer is “no”. Imagine that.

hello. it feels nice and cozy under a readmore doesn’t it? like i’m inviting you into my pillow fort. be careful so you don’t rip down any of my blankets, i’m turning on the fairy lights so i can show you the article i was talking about. yk while we’re down here, i might as well post the whole article, right? i’m sure time doesn’t mind.

Palestinians Have Turned to Crowdfunding Platforms for Survival

MARCH 25, 2024.

In December, Tareq watched his entire life in Gaza get reduced to rubble. “The school I attended since first grade, the street I walked on daily, my neighborhood—they all collapsed into memory,” the 16-year-old tells TIME. With a sinking feeling, he realized that no immediate ceasefire would be brokered in the Israel-Hamas war, and the only way he could escape the horror was by evacuating Gaza. “I never imagined being forced to leave home, but it felt inevitable, like a cruel twist of fate,” he says.

U.N.-backed global monitors have issued warnings that “mass death is now imminent” in the besieged territory with acute food shortages exceeding famine levels. For most Palestinians like Tareq (who asked his last name be withheld for safety purposes), fleeing Gaza is seen as the only way to escape Israel’s bombardment, which has now entered into its fifth month.

But evacuation is not an easy or affordable feat. The only official way to cross the Rafah border, the sole crossing point between Egypt and the occupied territories, is with Israeli approval. The border is currently under an Egyptian-Israeli blockade, and evacuation is permitted only to foreign passport holders or seriously wounded patients.

Under a parallel, informal system, however, Palestinians can pay travel brokers in Egypt to get on a list of people approved for permits to leave. The fees for evacuation are often exorbitant sums ranging from $6,000 to $12,000 per person, and those looking to flee must also navigate scammers and misinformation with no guarantee of success, according to sources who spoke with TIME, as well as recent media reports.

As a result, more Palestinians have increasingly turned to online crowdfunding platforms such as GoFundMe or JustGiving. A GoFundMe spokesperson told TIME that the platform has seen more than 12,000 active fundraisers for Palestinians in Gaza launched since Oct. 7, collectively raising $77 million to date. In addition to evacuation efforts, these campaigns have also been launched to fund access to humanitarian relief such as medical care and food, particularly as funding to formal aid organizations like UNRWA has been cut in various countries.

That is how Tareq—who fled his home in November with his parents and three younger siblings after it was destroyed by Israeli airstrikes—found money for his family’s escape. After taking refuge in a U.N. shelter, he launched an online campaign on GoFundMe in December with a fundraising goal of $25,000—enough money to cover his entire family’s entrance fees to Egypt and temporary living expenses. A family friend in New Orleans helped set up the fundraiser; an aunt in Canada became the recipient for the donations to transfer the money to the family directly.

“Thank you very much for your generosity, solidarity, and kindness, your support is much appreciated and encouraged,” Tareq wrote on his fundraising page. “Your donation will make an essential impact on me and my family to live safely and have a better future.”

Crowdfunding for survival

Over the past two decades, online crowdfunding platforms like GoFundMe and JustGiving have become vital sources for mutual aid and charity efforts to raise funds for everything ranging from medical emergencies and hunger relief to small business loans. In the Ukraine war, they have been essential in co-funding Ukraine’s defense campaign against Russia. “Ukrainians elevated crowdfunding’s significance to match the existential threat they face,” wrote Olga Boichak, a senior lecturer in digital cultures at the University of Sydney.

Because the platform can only be used in 19 countries, however, many of the Gaza-related campaigns are set up in Europe or North America. While some campaigns, such as Tareq's, are led by friends and relatives who live abroad and want to help on the ground, others have been created by activists or as collaborations between charities who rally a well-established network of donors and friends on social media or via public appeals.

In every crowdfunding case, Palestinians will rely on contacts abroad to help set up the campaign and receive donations on their behalf. In return, the platform benefits from the campaigns by charging donors 30 cents per contribution and keeping 2.9% of the total donation. “As fundraising for Gaza increases, we will continue to dedicate more resources to helping people help each other,” the GoFundMe spokesperson told TIME.

Just before last Christmas, Mansour Shouman, a Palestinian-Canadian journalist based in Doha, started a crowdfunding campaign with a team to raise $1.2 million for urgent humanitarian needs like food, water, clothing, tents, and hygienic products. The 39-year-old has so far raised just over $1 million in donations toward the goal.

Shouman, who has over 300,000 followers on Instagram, says he began fundraising shortly after making videos about the humanitarian crisis in Gaza. “A lot of people responded by asking how they could help,” he says. “So we started slowly creating a way in which people would donate through different means to support different projects in Gaza.”

Much of the money raised by Shouman’s fundraiser has been sent to local charities in Gaza, like the Palestinian Ethan Society for Community Development, who then purchase mattresses, tents, water, food, and redistribute the funds in the form of cash donations. Shouman says the focus has also shifted from the south to northern Gaza, where the famine has grown worse with each day. “We want to ensure that we can feed the starving population there,” he says.

In early February, a group of U.S.-based activists started a grassroots movement called Operation Olive Branch, or OOB, to help with the overwhelming number of crowdfunding requests from Palestinian families. So far, OOB has assisted close to 800 families to reach their fundraising goals.

“The families behind the fundraisers are experiencing acute starvation, illness, and trauma more extreme than any of us can imagine,” the group told TIME, adding that its role was to “center and amplify families’ direct aid requests by tapping the talents of a large and growing network of social media activists.”

But it adds that while fundraising platforms like GoFundMe have been “key to the autonomy and fundraising success of Gazan families” with the help of the diaspora who can act as beneficiaries to assist their affairs remotely, “having direct access to their donations would make a life-saving difference for these families.”

Challenges persist

Despite the rising popularity of crowdfunding as a means of aid, many campaigns remain underfunded. 24-year-old Noor Hammad was once a nutritionist in Deir al-Balah, but now, she is desperate to escape Gaza after her home was heavily bombarded and she gave birth to her daughter in Rafah in January. “I lost everything in this war,” she said in a WhatsApp message. “I need to leave because I have a baby now, I need money to buy food for her.” To help Hammad, a Sydney-based journalist set up a GoFundMe campaign earlier this month to raise $27,000, which will be sent to Hammad’s brother in Sweden. So far, the fundraiser has raised just $2,580.

Even when campaigns raise enough funds, other challenges in ensuring Gazans can access and receive the money persist, especially as Western governments have introduced sanctions against Hamas. As a result, GoFundMe and other crowdfunding platforms are now required to comply by asking organizers for extensive information about to whom, and where, the money is going. Any individuals or groups who don’t pass a test screening for money laundering or terrorist financing are likely to be put on government-run lists.

These processes have slowed aid efforts, according to a report by The Verge, which found that organizers and donors had been dealing with “heavy-handed moderation” and “inconsistent policies.” In response, GoFundMe issued a notice in March explaining how organizers could get around the extra red tape and avoid any delays, adding that it would comply with laws and regulations to “make the flow of funds from donors to beneficiaries as fast as possible.”

The means through which money is transferred to Gazans is also complicated. A few wire services like Western Union are still operating in the besieged territory, but for many, a more viable option is to have the money sent to someone outside Gaza who can withdraw the cash and travel to Egypt. There, the money is paid to brokers who facilitate evacuations.

In February, Tareq and his family raised $20,000 and were finally able to leave for Egypt, where they are currently seeking refuge. But now, the 16-year-old says he needs to find the money to relocate to Canada, where his family can apply for asylum. Above all, the 11th grader—who was months ago participating in international student competitions—hopes to re-enroll in school to complete his education. He plans to make a new GoFundMe campaign in the coming weeks to raise money for the cost of visa applications, flights, and other expenses.

“The GoFundMe really helped with the evacuation and I am full of hope for the future,” he says. “But the circumstances have led Gazans to crowdfund because they lost a lot, and they continue to lose a lot”.

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

Welcome to the HOT JANE AUSTEN MEN bracket! Submissions for the Austen Silver Foxes Tournament are now open!

Voting on all the HOTTEST Jane Austen Gentlemen and Rakes from all the many TV and Film Jane Austen Adaptations ended earlier this year and after nearly two months of voting we have our Winner! Thank you everyone for taking part and all your propaganda now send me some for the old men!

All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds,mini ask polls—can be found in the #hotjaneaustenmenpoll tag. The Silver Fox Tournament will be tagged #janeaustensilverfoxes Every poll in the Hot Jane Austen Men Tournament is tagged with the hot regency man and the year his adaptation was made if you need to search for a hot man in particular.

FAQs:

"Will there be a Hot Jane Austen Women Tournament?" Yes! My aim is to start late September/early October baring any disasters - the Jane Austen Men Poll lasted about two months in the end (and I think the women may end up longer) so I thought it would be nice to bookend the year! This will also give me a break between this and the silver foxes poll.

"Can I submit hot Jane Austen men?” If it's for the Silver Fox Tournament - Yes! Fill out the google form here (or send me an ask and I may consider it too)

“I have additional propaganda for the hot men!” Great! Send me an ask, tag me in gifsets, fancams etc or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. Also feel free to send in any book propaganda!! I'll try to boost as much propaganda as possible

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot man, I don’t accept propaganda that is of the actor outside of their Specific Jane Austen Adaptation but I do accept propaganda from them in their respective books. I would love to be tagged in gifsets and fancams, and I'd like to boost propaganda that tells us why your Jane Austen man is your favourite :)

I won’t post or boost negative propaganda. If you really hate that a certain hot man is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. I may make exceptions if your propaganda is of another Austen character bad mouthing him though...

Why is the propaganda so uneven on this poll? To stay impartial I only add propaganda to the main poll that has been sent in before each round's polls open. If you submit any after then I will reblog or post and add to the winner's propaganda in the next poll. If it's uneven it's because you never sent any in, not because I'm being biased.

“Where is [my favourite Jane Austen man]?” Have you checked all the polls in the tag? Have you done a tag search for him? Only some of the actors are tagged but if you search for his adaptation and the year he was in it you should find him! If you still haven’t found him, he probably isn't in this poll.

“WHERE ARE THE HOT JANE AUSTEN MEN. I want to see all the hot men competing in one place!" -

The Final , Third Place Poll ,Semi-Finals ,Quarter-Finals ,Round Three Master List , Round Two Master List , Round One Master List

“Who was included in the original tournament ?” We started with 64 opponents readied their duelling pistols to defend their own hotness! I included men from Pride and Prejudice 1940/1995/2005, Sense and Sensibility 1971/1995/2008, Emma 1996/1996/2009/2020, Northanger Abbey 2007, Persuasion 1995/2007/2022 and Mansfield Park 1983/ 1999/2007 as well as a couple from Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, one from Sanditon and one from Love and Friendship/Lady Susan. Most are the main hero/anti-heroes but there are a few others scattered in too.

Have you included Spin Offs ?”  In the Silver Foxes Poll - Yes! However the only strictly none Jane Austen adaptation in the original poll were from Pride and Prejudice and Zombies because it is set in the correct time period, the characters are basically the same in terms of personality and I thought the casting was great! In terms of Sandition, Sidney Parker is the only man I have entered as he is mentioned in the book as well as the TV so sadly as much as I love the other Sanditon Men they aren't included!

"How have you paired up the men ?" I did start to try and vaguely seed the men but I will be honest I did get a bit slap dash towards the end which means a couple of the match-ups are maybe a bit too even but fun I hope!

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot man’s flaws or misdemeanours, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

On that note—if you have an issue with a poll, offer a solution! I'll do my best to keep the poll happy and fun, and I'll block people being dicks. If you don’t like a poll photo or a description, offer one I can use instead.

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I'd love to hear from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

And Thank You @hotvintagepoll for the inspiration!

[perpetualexistence]

Tell us about your other Alenoaheather AU(s). I know you have them. 🔫

- Totally not Ophe

Hello completely random anon whose identity will forever be a mystery!

See, with the way you've phrased this, you've actually opened yourself up to a few options. I'll tell you a little bit about each one and you can tell me which one you want to learn more about first.

Currently unnamed G/T Alenoaheather

Definitely the most detailed AU of the bunch. It's got backstories and character arcs for each of the three. Probably the best way to describe it is Urban fantasy since none of them are (completely) human, but they pretty much live in a modern setting.

It does get dark at times. Think Beastars-adjacent in terms of vibes. Including the murder bits. But it's mostly self-defense or being forced into it, so take that as you will. I will say that it's nowhere near the levels of toxic relationships that something like the Sea Monster AU has. And they do actually improve as people. These three still get drama mind you, but it's from keeping secrets rather than being genuinely manipulative. ...Well. Too manipulative. It does have Alejandro and Heather in it. But it's got fluff moments because fluffy giant/tiny dynamics are precious and must be preserved at all costs.

It's got Alejandro who's a giant-shifter able to grow even larger than most other giant-shifters thank to his Burromuerto heritage. The Burromuertos are a completely upstanding giant-shifter family and definitely don't have any incredibly fucked up family traditions they expect Alejandro to continue.

Noah's a were-mongoose. Werefolk come in a large variety, though mongoose is on the far more uncommon side. Unlike most werefolk, this kid genius actually figured out a way to not completely give into his instincts during full moons. This has absolutely no negative repercussions on his wellbeing.

Heather who's a giant-shifter hybrid unable to grow thanks to her human heritage from her father's side. She's the only one of her siblings unable to grow. She definitely doesn't have a complex about this. But she has managed to find her own way of making herself just as much of a physical threat as her two boyfriends. (Aka the day I take away from Heather's inherent badassery is the day I die.)

Serial Killer AU

It's exactly what it sounds like. With exactly the vibes the name implies. Definitely the darker one. They're just a thriving villain throuple with a body count. It's also mostly Noah-focused so far as I haven't figured out Alejandro or Heather's motivations.

Noah stumbles across a body of a serial killer spree, only to be the first to realize that one serial killer is actually two. Curiosity leads him to investigate...but not for the reasons you'd think.

(For this one that's pretty much all I can share before just going into the whole AU)

And then, on the completed side since might as well dump all the Alenoaheather AUs:

Noah and the Beanstalk

Another giant/tiny AU! This one's actually got its own post already. I don't really have anything else that I didn't already mention in that post. But it's my blog, so I'll advertise my own AUs as I please!

Collab AUs

The Royal Court AU

Originally named The Lords In Black AU because it was originally inspired by me watching an animatic of The Summoning from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Then it evolved into something far beyond that where the name doesn't seem quite right anymore.

It's got Alenoaheather as the worst teens at school and unashamed about it. ...Until Alejandro goes missing, and nobody else really seems to care. Leaving Heather and Noah to investigate and try their best not to be next.

They fail, but hey, at least they get cool eldritch powers out of it!

This AUs also dark because the premise is them being kidnapped to be used as sacrifices. And it's got plenty of eldritch horror in it. The posts for it are scattered because they ended up going into two separate reblog chains with @total-drama-brainrot and @ur-local-brown-multifandomist. If you look up 'lords in black au' on my blog you should be able to find most of it. I'm going to just centralize it for ease of organization one day. It'll just be. You know. Effort.

Also, @ur-local-brown-multifandomist is currently making a fic for it! It's their first one, so feel free to check it out.

Fake Dating Alenoaheather AU

This one's a collab AU between me and @total-drama-brainrot, a person you have never met because you are a completely anonymous anon. Noah gets caught in between Heather and Alejandro's attempts to make the other jealous by each making him pretend to be their boyfriend. Shenanigans and drama ensue. The posts for this are also scattered and tagged on both our blogs, and one day we might make a fic about it. For now, there actually is someone already making a fic about it that you can feel free to read!

I still can't believe two different people decided to start making fic of AUs I helped create. It's wild, and I'm incredibly touched.

"Why are all of these AUs except for one dark in at least some way?"

I honestly couldn't tell you exactly why my brain works the way it does. It just decided that the two canon villains and one-villain coded teenager deserve to be at least a little feral. As a treat.

Maybe one day I'll have an AU with them that's not so dark. That day will be a surprise to us all.

But yeah, that's all of the Alenoaheather AUs I got! The first two I'm more than happy to go into more detail for if you ask!

[nekoannie-chan]

The gift

The gift

Title: You should.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 487 words.

Square: 13 “Doorbell rang but nobody was there.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: A gift from Brock.

Major Tags: Sad, goodbyes.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Valentine’s edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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The rain gently tapped against the window of your small apartment; you felt nostalgic. Since Hydra's uprising, nothing had been the same.

But none of it hurt you as much as he did.

Brock Rumlow.

You and Brock were complete opposites, but the day came when you met and, against all odds, you had fallen in love.

Now you knew that he had been a Hydra agent from the beginning, an infiltrated traitor. And yet you couldn't help but be in love with him; even though he had disappeared since the fall of SHIELD, and you had assumed you would never see him again.

That night, as you sank into the couch with a cup of coffee, the sound of your doorbell made you startle. You frowned, setting the cup aside. You weren't expecting visitors. Cautiously, you got up and walked to the door, your hand resting on the pistol you always kept close to you.

You opened the door carefully, only to find yourself alone. No one was there.

But then you saw it. A small wooden box. There were no notes, no instructions, but you didn't need any. You knew exactly who had left it.

Brock.

You bent down, picked up the box with trembling hands, and carried it inside. You closed the door with a firm click, your mind racing with questions. Why now, why after weeks of silence?

You sat down on the couch, setting the box down in front of you. With a deep sigh, you lifted the lid.

Inside, there was a knife which you recognized immediately was the one Brock always carried on his belt. But it wasn't just the knife that caught your attention. There was also a small envelope, neatly folded, with your name written in Brock's handwriting, which you would recognize anywhere.

With trembling fingers, you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.

I knew you wouldn't forgive me for what I am, and I don't expect you to. But this is the only thing I can give you now: a chance for you to be prepared.

I know you hate me. I know you feel betrayed. But I want you to remember something: what I felt for you was never a lie. It was all real.

My gun. It's yours now. I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll protect you. Even if it means staying away from you. Take care of yourself. Trust no one.

B.

Your hands were shaking as you finished reading, tears welled up in your eyes.

You put the letter away and picked up the knife, feeling its weight in your hand. You knew Brock had made a decision and also that you couldn't trust him, but you also couldn't ignore what that box, that knife, that letter meant. It was a goodbye, but also a promise.

A promise that, despite everything, he would never stop taking care of you.

[maleficore]

I don’t even go here but your replies to deepdragons were so needlessly hostile.

“If you found it so disrespectful then why didn’t you block me?” This is childish and hypocritical. If you found their take so bad, why did you go out of your way to go to their blog, find the post, and then argue with them? Why didn’t YOU block them first so you wouldn’t have to see their takes? Why do people need to block you, to actively prevent you from interacting with them entirely, for you to not be rude to them?

People will have shitty takes and you will not agree with every post you see — that’s the nature of fandom. You can’t control how other people post or think and that’s annoying, I get it, but YOU can control how you interact with others. The way you were speaking to that person was so needlessly rude and hostile. Is that how you speak to people in real life? I’m so curious as to what your goal was in talking to them like that. Surely it wasn’t to convince any one of anything. Who would want to agree with someone being so dickish and annoying about something as inconsequential as the politics of elven aging? So, what was all of that for? Did that make you happy or have you just riled yourself up? Do you feel like you accomplished something by speaking to someone like that?

I really hate when people tear others apart for being wrong about fandom things. If you were wrong about something, do you think you would appreciate someone talking to you in the way you spoke to deepdragons? Or would you rather they approach you with respect and understanding? Golden rule and all that, yeah?

You did not have to seek them out and you did not have to engage with them. Next time, either speak to others with respect or just make your own goddamn post. Not everything needs to be a debate.

I also find it funny how you were coming at them for not being faithful for the lore or whatever and then, when someone with more textual evidence than you rebutted your statements and called for you to back up your claims, you were like “I can’t be expected to cite all of my claims like an academic paper!!” Fucking lol. The onus of proof lies only with the people you disagree with, huh?

Have you seen the original post? I'm guessing not because then you'd know that my reply pretty much mirrored the exact condescending tone used by the OP. I also didn't "go out of my way" to do anything. I've said so before and I'll repeat it again: I got an error while reblogging the OG post, went to check the person's blog for what's up with that and the first thing I saw was them calling people stupid for pointing out that They're Not Correct. I already had the post written at that point and I simply copied it from one tab to another. This is the internet, you post something publicly people can and will interact with it unless you stop them. I didn't block the OP because at the time I did not give a shit if they interacted with me or not, I was just setting straight misinfo I see regurgitated over and over again to the point I'm sick of it. Because of the attitude they displayed I was actually fully expecting to get blocked straight away myself.

I'm not actually a dick unless someone annoys me into it. Because sometimes people get annoyed and they're rude, that's just how people work. But I guess you know that? Since you're annoyed at me and wrote a whole essay trying to make me feel bad?

And just to finish this off.. none of my statements were rebutted. I got lore dumped on and half of it wasn't even interpreted correctly from the linked books. Yes, I don't need to cite like it's an academic paper because all the goddamn info needed was already in my first post. Astarion was not a child because he was a grown ass man with a government job. There's no basis for "Ascended Vampires can't love" because Larian homebrews their vampires so the written lore doesn't apply. That's literally it. People on this site just can't fucking read.

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HEY EVERYONE I NEED TO POST ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA INCORRECT QUOTES ON HERE BECAUSE THE WORLD NEEDS THEM!!!

The website I generate these from are none other than the lovely https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, whose quotes come from user suggestions, Tumblr, Twitter, and bash.org (the sources that aren’t user suggestions were pretty early and they take quotes from user suggestions now just to clarify) and I’ve been having the time of my life making them.

Also, as a heads up I’m only posting SFW ones.

And so I’ll edit this post whenever i generate new ones and copy and paste them into my documents and choose the ones I want to post. I know that with incorrect quotes from any fandom, people like to post multiple posts of one quote or a handful of them wherever they post them from and I’d like to do that, it’s not a bad idea, I just like to collect them all in a large mega post.

UPDATE: this no longer applies to this post. I’m not making it a mega post anymore, because it’s too confusing for me and I’ll be like “okay so if this the original mega post or is this the first reblog or the third reblog or the tenth reblog—“ and it just looks better with multiple posts of a collection of different quotes.

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID—here they are!!!

Melvyn, talking to Mik: Well Mik, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Hugh do that?’ and if he would, I do not do that thing.

Mik: …

Hugh, from the distance: He’s not wrong though!

Melvyn: The first time I ever got upset in front of Hugh, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask him if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Hugh: I was doing both, for your information.

Mik: The first time Hugh hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Melvyn: When I was a kid, Hugh told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Mik: They are!

Melvyn: FOR REAL?

Mik: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Mik: They made Melvyn cry!

Hugh: Melvyn always cries!

Melvyn: That's not true! *cries*

Richard, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Jeff, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Kelly, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Bev, trembling: What are we playing?!

Richard: Are you laughing at that video of Bev and Jeff fighting?

Kelly: No.

Kelly: I'm laughing at the comments.

*The Squad is at Jeff’s house*

Melvyn : Ohhhh we each get our own oven?

Jeff: …N-No…

Jeff, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Melvyn , motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!

Richard: I see a-

Jeff, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Melvyn : Oh, well I-

Jeff: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Jeff, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Hugh: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Bev: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Jeff: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’!

Jeff: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Jeff, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Mik, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven!

Jeff:

Melvyn : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Jeff:

Jeff, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

Bev: Today, Kelly took my phone, and in five minutes, he sent high resolution close-up photos of Richard to the following people: Jeff, Hugh, Mik, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.

Bev: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Kelly: No.

Richard: I did not.

Melvyn : I may have actually forgotten one.

Jeff: Also no.

Bev: Oh good, neither did I.

Hugh: *Exhausted sigh*

Hugh: We’re kind of missing something guys.

Kelly: Cohesion?

Richard: Teamwork?

Bev: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Mik: And Jeff is not here.

Kelly: Oh, and that, yeah.

*The Squad is playing Chess*

Hugh: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*

Kelly: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

Bev: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

Mik: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

Jeff: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.

Melvyn : They named a board game after cheese?

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Richard, Bev, and Melvyn : *spinning a little and talking*

Jeff, Hugh, and Kelly: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Richard: Did you bring Jeff?

Kelly, gesturing to Hugh: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Richard: Hugh? The next best thing would be Bev.

Hugh: I would be offended, but Bev is freakishly strong.

Melvyn: Hugh, I have a question.

Hugh: What is it, Melvyn?

Melvyn: What color is an orange?

Hugh: Melvyn, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon.

Hugh: Do you take constructive criticism?

Melvyn: Not without crying

Hugh, entering the room: *Sees Melvyn and leaves*

Melvyn, watching Hugh leave: There’s my monthly dose of Hugh…

Hugh: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE.

Melvyn: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds.

Hugh: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME—

Melvyn: *sigh* What do you want?

Hugh: Chicken nuggets please.

Hugh: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why?

Melvyn: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group.

Hugh: ...

Melvyn: ...

Hugh: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

Melvyn: Hugh, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Hugh: It... It didn't take me the whole day…

Melvyn, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!

Hugh: …What does that even mean?!

Jeff: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.

Richard: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.

Jeff: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?

Bev: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

Bev: Jeff, gather the others. We need to have another Hugh-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.

Melvyn: What’s your name?

Jeff, whispering to Bev: Can I tell him my real name?

Bev: No!

Jeff: I’m… Bev.

Bev, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right…

Melvyn: Are pigeons drones?

Hugh: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Melvyn: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Hugh: *Crying* Please let me sleep…

Hugh: Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement?

Melvyn: With tears?

Hugh: No.

Melvyn: *tears up*

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Jeff : Aw man. *Throws it away*

Bev: Five second rule!

Hugh: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Richard: *Sobs on the floor*

*when a child starts crying in public*

Mik: *tries to make the child laugh*

Kelly: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Bev: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Melvyn: *cries with the child*

Richard: *ignores the child*

Hugh: *is the reason why the child is crying*

Melvyn: While I'm gone, you're in charge Richard.

Richard: Yes!

Melvyn, whispering to Hugh: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad.

Hugh: Obviously.

Richard: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?

Hugh: Not again!

Richard: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.

Melvyn: Just wait until you hear about whales.

Richard: What now?

Hugh: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.

Richard: Melvyn is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Hugh.

Melvyn: I feel like Hugh is the more responsible one of us two though.

Hugh: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Melvyn: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Melvyn: Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella!

*Melvyn opens their umbrella while indoors*

Richard: Melvyn, that’s bad luck…

Melvyn: Chill out, Richard !

Hugh, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!

Melvyn and Richard: *screams*

Richard: Hugh isn’t answering my messages.

Melvyn: Allow me.

Richard: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Hugh: *replying to message* Hello.

Melvyn: How did you even get in here?

Hugh: Richard's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Hugh's door"!

Richard: I’m closing the window.

Hugh: If you water water, it grows.

Richard: ...What.

Melvyn: He’s got a point.

Melvyn & Hugh: *Playing video games*

Richard: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games?

Melvyn: *silence*

Hugh: *silence*

Richard, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?

Melvyn & Hugh in shame: Yeah…

Melvyn: Richard won’t come out of his room!

Hugh: Just tell them I said something.

Melvyn: Like what?

Hugh: Anything factually incorrect.

Melvyn, shrugging: If you say so.

Richard, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Hugh: *Talking to Richard* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me.

Melvyn: But this is my abode.

Hugh: ...

Hugh: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Melvyn: Why is Hugh crying?

Richard: He saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Hugh: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Melvyn: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Hugh: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Melvyn: NO, NOT THAT!

Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Richard: Define “dream”.

Hugh: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Melvyn: That’s too dark!

Richard: Melvyn, I’m afraid.

Melvyn: Just stay close to Hugh.

Richard: That's why I’m afraid.

Melvyn: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Richard: What are you two arguing about this time?

Melvyn: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Hugh: Cry me a table, Melvyn.

Melvyn: Ladies, gentlemen and Hugh, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!

Richard: A llama?

Melvyn: No.

Richard: A baby llama?

Melvyn: No!

Richard: A baby llama with a little hat on?

Melvyn: NO!

Richard: Melvyn, what are you doing?

Melvyn: Making chocolate pudding.

Richard: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Melvyn: Because I've lost control of my life.

Melvyn: Here's your pudding, Hugh.

Hugh: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

Richard: Yesterday, I overheard Melvyn saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Hugh replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Melvyn: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Richard: I saw you.

Melvyn: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Hugh in a turkey costume.

Melvyn: *lifting weights*

Hugh: Wow… He’s so intense!

Richard: I wonder what drives him.

Melvyn, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Richard to Melvyn: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Hugh, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Richard: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Hugh: *sneaking in through his window*

Richard: *turning in his chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Hugh: I was with Melvyn?

Melvyn: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

Melvyn: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing.

Richard: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing.

Hugh: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

Richard, trying to impress Melvyn: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

Hugh: He turned it off and back on again.

Hugh: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Richard?

Richard: No.

Melvyn: I do!

Hugh: I know, Melvyn.

Melvyn: I’m sad.

Hugh: I know, Melvyn.

Hugh: Go ahead, Melvyn. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Richard: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Melvyn: Last night I found out Hugh is a sleep talker.

Richard: Oh, really?

Melvyn: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Hugh: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

Richard: Why?

Hugh: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Melvyn.

Richard: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that.

Hugh: Richard, you have opened my eyes.

[erisluna35ocblog]

ErisLuna35ocblog Guide:

I started this blog to organize my OC lores for those who are interested and want to get to know them better. It's a little complicated as I tend to put them in AUs, and they end up somewhat different depending on the story they're in yet I try to keep the cores of their characters the same. It will take a while before this blog starts posting original content as I put a lot of stuff on main that I will reblog here for now. I will expand and update this as time goes on.

Main OCs:

Keagan Gerald "Kaji" Aurelio Ashworth

Fiona "Fuyu" Kuznetsov

Shizuke Midorikawa

Blair Crawford

Blake Crawford

Natalia Hale

Damien Guerrero

Zephyr Ryder

AUs:

OG STORY - this is the tag I use to label my original concepts for these characters. Before their better known ML AU incarnations, I pictured them in this fairytale-esque fantasy au with Keagan as the main protagonist. Prince Keagan had a leisurely life as the spare to the throne who's only responsibility is tying down the most powerful knight of their generation to stay on their kingdom's side forever through marriage. Everything was set on a track and he had no intention of fighting it. He likes his hedonistic life as a prince and he gets along well enough with his fiance, it's not worth losing over a thing called "freedom". His destiny was agreeable to him... that is, until he learns of a horrible secret that puts his fiance in danger but she can't know about it lest she dies by her own sword because she is stubborn about protecting everyone like the goddamn knight she is. The prince is forced to take matters into his own hands and run away from the capital, recruiting an unlikely group of outcasts, creating enemies from the shadows and have his fiance and his other childhood friend try to drag him back home.

ML AU - this is the tag I use to lump together all stories set in the show called Miraculous Ladybug.

BTaL - Between Truths and Lies, posted on Ao3 and FF.net. Acronym can be pronounced to sound like "Beetle" lol. The basic premise is its lowkey a future gen fic focusing on the new heroes, Shizuke Midorikawa as Ladybug and Blair Crawford as Chat Noire. Follow their journey as they struggle through superheroing, magic, love, grief and one evil butterfly lady.

N2CatS - No Two Cats are the Same, posted on Ao3 and FF.net. Acronym can be pronounced like "N-2-Cats". It's the time travel story set midway S2 of BTaL that features canon characters and how they deal with being stuck with my ocs for a week. Focused mainly on character study. It jumps off from an alternate end to Ephemeral where Sass's last resort ends up yeeting Adrien and Blair into each other's eras. Can be read as a stand alone despite its references to BTaL, as most references come with an explanation or much context isn't needed to be understood. Though reading BTaL first does enhance some of the references and enhances foreshadowing.

Otome Game AU - You know those manhwas where the protagonist, usually female, wakes up one day into the romfan world of the otome game or novel she was reading before she died? And she's in the body of the villainess, or the heroine or some extra? This AU, that's my entire main cast. A group of tired and stressed college students were working on a game for their thesis. They either worked themselves to death or their kidneys gave out from too much red bull or maybe they were half asleep walking home when truck-kun came for them, who knows. Thing is, they all died. Individually woke up into the body of the character that was modelled after them - which explains how none of them realizes they're not the only one who reincarnated. Chaos ensues. Can they all come to the same page before its too late?

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[nekoannie-chan]

Continue

Title: Continue.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men, The Gifted.

Pairing: Underground mutants.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 595 words.

Warnings: Mention of characters death, run away, Sentinels.

Summary: You and the rest of the mutants are trying to survive to the “new” world.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover, Annie-1018 & square 1:

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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You kept running; the only thing on your minds was that you had to escape; if you didn't, then the Sentinels would catch them. You still didn't know what would happen if that happened; you had had no communication with anyone about what the Sentinels had caught.

The X-men no longer existed; now where would there be a safe place for mutants?

Finally, after a couple of hours, you found a place where you could hide. It did not seem very safe, so you had to make several modifications to be able to condition it and try to make it as close to the home you used to have as possible.

"I'm sorry about James," you said to John.

"He has always been like that; I knew that sooner or later he was going to sacrifice himself, but I didn't think that so soon...

"I know he was always trying to protect us; we have lost a great member...

"Am I interrupting something?" Lorna asked with a playful little smile.

"No, we were just remembering James," you answered, and the smile disappeared from Lorna's face.

"Do you need anything?" John questioned her after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Marcos and I were checking out the place; maybe we could set up here, but we will need to make some modifications so we can be safe," "Lorna informed.

"We also need to look for the others, as well as other mutants; we are all useful in some way or another."

Slowly, you were able to rehabilitate the place; it definitely didn't look anything like Mansion X, nor did you have the same technology, but none of that mattered; it was your home now.

You saw the old photos; that first place after you had to flee from the mansion no longer existed; the Sentinels had destroyed it. Not counting all the casualties, you had, you missed Sonia. Whenever you had nightmares, you went to her.

You were waiting for me to return from the confrontation against Reeva. It was indescribable what you felt when they started telling about Reed's sacrifice.

A couple of nights later, you reunited; the Sentinel program and the Accords had been cancelled, and the Purifiers were also being tried for your crimes.

You began to talk about what you were going to do—everything you would like to do—you were finally free, yet an emptiness was felt; without hesitation, you would have liked all mutants to be there and be able to live such bliss—all those you considered your family, the family that a few had taken from them.

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us." John suddenly said

"I miss Mansion X and all the adventures we had..." you started to say, but your voice broke.

In the last five years, you had lived through horrible things—running away, hiding, and countless other things—and it seemed implausible to be able to have a relatively normal life or as close to what it was before all the chaos broke out.

"Well, now we can do whatever we want. Our Aurora will grow up happy and normal," Marcos commented.

"There's nothing normal about Dawn's parents," you whispered, causing everyone to laugh. You still didn't understand how Lorna had fallen in love with Marcos.

You kept joking until something distracted you.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?" Clarice called you.

"Steve Rogers is coming to get us," you said, still staring blankly.

"What does he want?" John questioned.

"Our help."

[beautiful-songbird]

Valentine Baby

Pairing: Dad!Yoongi x Mom!OC

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yoongi and Rosaelia welcome their newborn the night before Valentine’s Day.

“How do you feel about spending Valentine’s Day in the hospital?” Rosaelia asked softly.

She’d just delivered her son a couple hours earlier, hours before Valentine’s Day started. It was ironic. They’d chosen his name to be Valentine long before he’d been due on the day he shared a name with.

Yoongi chuckled as he cradled his newborn. “I don’t mind. Maybe Isa can come by in the morning?”

“I bet she was disappointed she couldn’t come see him tonight.”

“Oh yeah. She threw a fit when I told her it was bedtime.”

Rosaelia smiled. “I can’t believe we have two kids now.”

“Me neither.” Yoongi paused. “No more after this one.” He pressed his finger lightly into Valentine’s nose.

“I second that,” Rosaelia laughed.

The two of them had planned to have no kids. In fact, it had been something they’d mutually agreed on when getting married. No kids. The two of them had dedicated themselves to being the best aunt and uncle on the planet, but having kids of their own was too scary to fathom.

But then Isabella had surprised them. She’d been their brazen little baby from day one. And they’d decided they needed no more kids then. Isa was lovely, and she was enough to fill their hearts.

And then last June had rolled around. They’d been busier than ever having just welcomed Hobi’s third daughter, and Jimin’s wife had been less than two months from her due date. Rosaelia had started to feel weird, and she’d only felt this type of weird once before. Those two tell-tale red lines were all it took to confirm her suspicions. And she’d been happy. Scared, but happy. Raising a baby once hadn’t been as terrifying as she’d expected it to be, and Isabella would be almost eight when they’d welcome the second baby. That didn’t sound bad at all.

Tonight she was sitting here watching Yoongi hold their son. It was the best feeling in the world to see him cooing down at the sleeping boy. If raising kids wasn’t so much work, she might do this a hundred more times just to see him so happy. And of course, she definitely didn’t mind shopping for baby clothes. Or smiling down at that sleeping baby herself.

“You wanna hold him again?” Yoongi asked quietly.

“Yes please!”

◇◆◇◆◇

It was barely nine the next morning when Isabella came running into the room. Zelda was close behind her with Jiho in her arms and Hyeon holding her hand.

“Appa! We went Valentine’s shopping!” Isabella exclaimed as she held tight to a balloon. She tried to climb up Rosaelia’s bed.

“Oh, you did?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah! We got you chocolates and a balloon!” the seven-year-old grinned, holding up the two gifts to her father.

Yoongi took them, and Isabella leaned over her mother to see her baby brother. She squealed.

“He’s so cute! Can I hold him?”

Rosaelia laughed. “Of course. Go sit down. Appa can hand him to you.”

Isabella hopped off the bed and crossed the room to seat herself in the chair that was next to the window. Yoongi set his gifts down before helping Rosaelia transfer the baby to Isabella. Isabella grinned widely down at her brother once he was in her arms.

“I can’t wait to dress him up!”

The adults laughed.

“Rosa, I got some chocolate for you too. Figured a nursing mom would like all the food she can get,” Zelda smiled as she handed Rosaelia her gift.

“Ohh! Thank you so much. I’m sure these will be gone in the next few days, though.”

“I’m hiding my chocolate,” Yoongi announced.

“Ok, you do that,” Rosaelia nodded, grinning.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

Valentine Masterlist can be found here

A/N: ack ok this turned out way better than the original draft I’m so happy. Also I’m breaking my “don’t post twice in one day” rule cause this was supposed to be posted 4 days ago at the very least 😃

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie @taehoneycheeks @aianloveseven @bangtansjonas @fly-you-dam-fools

[ask-healthy-light]

For Home

When I opened my eyes, I could only see a blanket of white. I remember the frost, yet, I still felt warm. As I laid there, every second, I heard the faint noises of metal upon metal becoming clearer.

I rolled onto my back, and found my vision was blurry, and my head ached. Checking over my body, it became clear what the warmth was, as my fur and the snow-covered ground I was laying on turned red.

Though it felt like an eternity, I remember it as no longer than a moment. As I sat upright, trying to stop the bleeding, I saw my caretaker, and protector, Dark, standing barely a hoof away from me.

His expression was filled with fury as he swung his axe. When my hoof touched the hilt of my sword, I understood why. Instantly, I grabbed the blade, and shook my head as I rose to stand by his side.

It was clear that he was hurt, but he gave not a hoof of distance. The scene before him, I will not describe. I lifted up my buckler and together, we held off the attack. None would cross the bridge.

As we fought, he begged me to return, to take Dusk and to run, but I refused. We would not flee, if he did not. Still, I do not understand his expression. Sadness, fear, anger and joy, all at once…

For hours we stood and held off any that tried to near our village. We stopped them all. None would get close. Often, Dark moved to stand in front of me, his fury intensifying whenever I was injured.

Eventually, when our weapons were stained red, and the bridge and river were covered with countless fallen, we heard a rallying cry from behind us, and we prepared to stand until our approaching end.

But when I heard Dark cheer, I knew it was not the end. The dozen warriors, carrying great weapons, and clad head-to-hoof in heavy armour, followed us as we charged over the bridge towards the enemy.

Ultimately, we were victorious. After we set a watch over the bridge and assessed the damage to the village, we returned home. To our relief, Dusk was still asleep, so, we ate in silence, and smiled.

We fought not out of hatred against others, but out of love for others.

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: Morro, Dark and Dusk from @askdarkpony

Edited the story to be more like my current style. The original version still exists in reblogs of this post, either on this blog, or on those of others!

[sing-you-fools]

fine, i'll post the explanation again. the original had more memes if you wanna look through the reblogs for it.

i think where people are getting stuck is the core concept of the word queer. so here is a very quick breakdown of what that word means to me.

queer isn't a box. it isn’t a label the way the other letters are labels. it's not a synonym for "LGBT+" or "gay" or anything. queer is a word that specifically evokes the nuance of identity.

heaven and hell in good omens, for all their flaws, are a queernormative soceity. in this society, gender is treated less as a box that you fall into when you're born, or even a box you get to choose, but rather as a buffet table. you walk over and decide which pronouns you want (if any), which identity label (if any), how you want to present.

in a world like this, any other labels become extremely nebulous. what is straight, what is gay, what is trans, when gender is a mosaic? when you deconstruct the very concept of gender, it queers everything. when you build a world where the concept of gender is this expansive, you can't shrink the characters down into the boxes our culture uses!!!!!

(now, when queerness is the norm, people within the society likely won't consider individual relationships queer [as many others have pointed out, from heaven and hell's pov, the angel and demon thing is a lot queerer than the both-mostly-appearing-masc thing], but remember we're watching and understanding through an earth 2023 lens and if we're going to talk about it it's going to be in the language our culture uses for such things, because that's how language and communication works. i've read and discussed a lot of fiction that takes place in queernormative settings but i think this is the first time anyone has demanded that i defend my "choice" to consider the relationships within the setting queer.)

queer means this entire concept is too big for my tiny human brain!!!!! queer means none of us are using these words in the exact same way. none of us are thinking about gender and sexuality in the exact same way and that's the point!!!!! we shouldn't be!!!!! IT'S NUANCED!!!!!

queer says the boxes aren't always big enough, or small enough, or flexible or permeable enough or close enough to another box you wanna stick a limb into once in a while so let's destroy them and let everyone make their own beautiful artwork to tell us who they are!!!!! we'll keep the labelmaker around for those who like the labels and want to add them but no one is obligated!!!!!

i think the final thing the fans who haven't been alive for as long as Neil and Terry have been writing queer characters aren't understanding is that this book came out in 1990 and THIS WAS NOT DONE IN 1990. THIS WAS GROUNDBREAKING.

YES, THIS MOMENT IS DIRECTLY FROM THE BOOK AND IT'S A HUGE DEAL.

to have a main character - a protagonist - in a book that isn't specifically, explicitly, and exclusively being marketed to The Gays™️ proudly declare himself THE Southern Pansy, simply was not something authors did!!!!! and it especially wasn't something authors who were then going to get mad that people read their characters as queer did!!!!! this was the height of the AIDS epidemic, y'all!!!!!

"but it was a joke" yes!!!!! a positive joke!!!!! an affirming joke!!!!! it's not even a little bit at our expense!!!!!

Aziraphale said oh no i'm not just gay i'm the fucking platonic form of queerness in nineteen fucking ninety and people are frothing because Neil won't use the word you want him to!!!!! and if you don’t think they read like a couple please read some Discworld and get back to me!!!!!

read other work by these authors and other queernormative worlds and other older fiction where the queerness could only exist as subtext and try to understand the immense privilege you have had to grow up queer in a world that allows you to look at some of the best representation i've seen in my 36 years and declare it not queer enough for you!!!!!

@neil-gaiman you're a saint

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The Second Bride in the Sakamaki Household: Part Three 

Word Count: 4k let’s gooooooo UwU 

HEY GUYS! I know it’s been a while (only a week shut up Sage) but here yall go~! And at the end is a little segment of what I originally decided to end the chapter but I HATED it and it didn’t match the tone i was going for in this story. It also didn’t match the post Pettyvall made that inspired this story. So yeah! You are free to reblog but do NOT REPOST or claim this story as your own. Also, LEMME SEE MORE FANART QwQ You guys are amazing.) 

⚠️ 15+ content ahead. You have been warned. ⚠️

The school day ended shortly after that, with nothing really important happening. But perhaps that was only because I had been zoning in and out of consciousness the entire rest of the school day. My hand ached, and the wound was disgusting. The two teeth marks from mere hours ago had turned from a dark red to a raging purple and blue. Is this what a bruise looked like? I wasn’t quite sure. I had never really gotten hurt like this before. Scrapes and scars were one thing. But Mama and Papa had never hit me, slapped me, nor spanked me. I had never been so careless as to obtain a bruise before. I felt like a failure as a young woman. It was my job to be flawless, clean, beautiful, and prestigious. Yet here I was, with a bitten hand and a broken heart. 

It ached so much. Twitching or moving my hand caused the agony to roar back to life, and pulse with pain. I grit my teeth to bite back a groan. I had gone to the nurse before class started again, and lied about what caused the teeth marks. I told her I had bit myself by accident, zoning out. It made me think of the story of Daniel and the Lions, for some reason. How he was supposedly sent into the Lion’s den to die, but God had closed their mouths. And then the Wicked Advisors who set him up were cast into the Lion’s den and were doomed. And yet, God didn’t close Kanato’s mouth, when he was coming to harm me. 

With narrowing eyes, the nurse wrapped my hand in a bandage with a salve and silently sent me back to my class. 

But more importantly, there was pain in my heart. I felt so guilty. I never lied. Not to anyone. Papa taught me better than that. He had caught me lying about eating cookies from the cookie jar, and he sent me to my room for the rest of the night. He came up the next morning and explained to me how lying and stealing was wrong. He was so kind and gentle. He said it pushed our soul away from God to break his commandments and to do the wrong thing. Thou shall not steal. That was the last time I ever explicitly lied to anyone, ever. 

I knew better than to lie. 

Yet, after that scene at the rooftop, I was startled out of my wits. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn’t eat a bit of lunch, nor talk with any of my classmates. Besides, It wasn’t like I could tell the Nurse a boy had bitten me. He could’ve gotten into trouble. And I was worried that he would take it out on me in the end. And either way, I wasn’t sure if she would have believed me. 

I was more determined to figure out WHAT Kanato really was, not who he was. I never doubted someone's character before, but now I was pressured to doubt an entirety of six men all at once. Mother would have disapproved of my thought process, but… There was something about that boy that didn’t make logical sense. I was hoping I wasn’t just saying that because of the nightmare I had last night. 

None of the Sakamaki brothers made any rational sense. For one, Ayato and Laito called me a human. Which is a fact, a very blatant one in fact, but the tone in which they said it was irrational. They made it seem like I was different from them, simply because I was a human. Nobody ever called anyone else a “human,” anyways. It was… Beyond the means of normalcy. Secondly, the attitudes they had were rude, aggressive and snarky at best, ignorant and sexual at worst. Perhaps it was only because they had grown up in such a rich estate, with their every need met and cared for. They seemed so arrogant, by what I had seen so far, and it made my blood boil. Thirdly, Kanato kept talking about how he did not want to kill me. How I needed to behave. Who did he think he was, my father? I did not belong to him. I did not belong to any man. He was not my husband. He was not my caregiver. Besides, it felt like a blatant threat. By forcing me to “Behave” he would not HAVE to kill me? It was thinking beyond my recognition. My mind was reeling. His smile. His pointy teeth. His stance. His Teddy bear. The dream. 

It all made me feel sick to my stomach. 

All in all, they just seemed unnatural. But the “Good Catholic Girl” in me made me feel ashamed. I hope I wasn’t being too rude to them, or too judgemental. Maybe they were just... Socially inept. Perhaps Kanato had no idea how to talk to a woman, or anyone else for that matter. There was no woman in the household, not that I had seen. He seemed mentally unwell, which made me feel pity for him.  He seemed very sweet, all in all, after the rough surface. 

There was something wrong with that boy. Kanato. Whether it was just social awkwardness or arrogance or he was sick in the head… Something was inherently wrong. 

I left the classroom and got into the car, silently sitting next to Kanato. Ayato was not in the car, nor Reji. Everyone else was, though. Subaru and Shuu kept quietly to themselves in the corner. Laito chuckled at me as I got in and sat silently next to Kanato. I kept my head down. Kanato was looking out the window, and seemed in his own little world. He didn’t acknowledge me as I sat down. As soon as I took my seat, the car lurched forward, heading back home. 

“Aww, is the little bitch shy after our engagement earlier?” Laito purred, tilting his head to smirk at me. At least, that’s what I assumed he was doing, knowing so little yet so much about his mannerisms. I had just kept my head down. I reached into my bookbag and started to open my book. After a few moments, Laito chuckled. 

“Ohhh, how harsh. She won't even say a word to me! Poor little girl. She must have gotten so excited earlier, she just didn’t know how to cope!” He snatched the book from my hands and I snapped my head up in shock. 

“Jeez, Laito,” Subaru scoffed, ruffling his hair with irritation, “Just let the poor girl alone. Fucks sake.” Laito looked at him and gave him a cold smile. My stomach turned cold.  

“What are you reading, hmm? What could be so important that It excites you more than I do~?” He turned back to me and dramatically flipped open the book and started peeking through, skimming the pages. He did-so high in the air, humming to himself.  

“You know, I never pegged you as a girl that likes to read books. You seem so much more interesting than that. Books are so silly!” He laughed his stupid little laugh, and tore out a page of my book. I cried out automatically, and attempted to get the book from him. I didn’t speak to him, not yet. I wasn’t supposed to. I shouldn’t have even looked at him. But that book was special to me. He put his hand far into the air as I reached over as far as I could, attempting to get it back. Shuu was asleep in the corner, while Subaru seemed to be watching with an angry expression. He was always angry. 

“Girls like you should be doing better things with your time. Like playing with men like me. Fufufu…~” He reached and patted my hair, and I backed away just in time to miss his hand that would have forced me into his lap. But then I suddenly stopped with a sudden epiphany. He was doing this on purpose. I had never had siblings before, but I had read about them in books. They often played pranks on each other, and teased each other in a way he was doing to me. He wanted to get a rise out of me. He wanted me to get mad and play along. By the memories of earlier, he just wanted attention. He wanted me to hit him… As if he enjoyed the pain. I shuddered. 

I stifled my anger and fear of the book and slowly got back into my seat next to Kanato. Kanato looked over at me and gave me a small smile. Was he proud of me? Could he tell me what I was trying to do as he asked? I gave him a small smile in return. 

“Oh?” Laito looked from me to Kanato, eyes wide, “You don’t actually care about this little book? Well, I’m not surprised. It seemed so boring and dull.” He took his Fedora off, and gently placed it on the cushion next to him. Then, without hesitation, he did what I feared the most. 

He ripped the book in half with a nonchalant shrug, and tossed it to the side of the car. 

Slow motion hit me, as I watched the pages of the book slowly drift onto different sides of the car. My vision tilted. My eyes blurred, and I attempted to blink them. They were filled with tears. 

That was it. It was my final straw for the day. 

The tears came out fast, and I choked back a sob. A slow whine left my throat, and it got worse from there. Subaru shot a look at Laito, while Shuu opened his eyes. 

“Jeez, way to go, Laito,” He groaned coldly, “You woke me up from my nap. Made the human go on crying.” 

I couldn’t stop crying. I put my hands in front of my eyes and let them pour out. 

Kanato stood up and stared down at Laito, clutching his Teddy. The air in the limo dropped a significant amount. It went from a nice balanced temperature to really cold. The atmosphere was tense. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, nor stop crying. Subaru sat up in his seat, while Shuu leaned back in irritation. 

Kanato looked very angry. More so than he had been with me. I had never seen such vicious hatred, such intense vulgarity in a man’s features. He was clutching himself, as if he was supporting his body to not move forward. He shook violently. 

“How… How dare you? HOW! DARE! YOU! HOW DARE YOU MAKE HER CRY!” He shouted, baring his teeth like a dog. He held Teddy in his left hand while he used his right hand to motion around him. 

“YOU HAD YOUR TURN. I’VE MADE MY FUCKING CHOICE!”  Laito just looked on at him with a smug grin. 

“Why, Kanato, I never knew you could hold such hatred in your heart for me. One of your own Triplets! So eager to claim your prey,” Laito stood up and looked down at Kanato with a smug grin, “I’ve never seen you like this. Besides… She has no true markings on her delectable body~” 

 I cowered away from Kanato and Laito, clutching my ears and my head with broken sobs. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. What was going on? What was happening? What choice? Why why why why why? What did I do? Was I in trouble? 

“I CLAIM HER, YOU FUCKING DEGENERATE. YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO MAKE HER CRY IN FRONT OF ME, WHEN YOU KNOW I WILL SOON OWN HER? Besides,” He cackled in his face, “We know a slutty brother like you just needs another human to make yourself feel better over her!” That was the last straw. They lunged at each other. I muffled a cry as chaos ensued. 

“O-OI! What the fuck are you-?! STOP!” Subabru rushed in to break the two of them up. Through my blurred eyes, I saw nothing but bodies rushing at one another, loud vicious shouting, animalistic growling, and my own sobs. 

Too fast. They were moving too fast for my own eyes. Papers flew all around the Limo as bodies collided into the floor. I cowered into the seat as I saw a fork was brought out into the scene. Kanato reeled back and stabbed Laito, two, four, six times in his chest. Blood hit the limo seats, and Shuu put his headphones back in. 

“So many noisy idiots,” He called out, “I’m not gonna tell four eyes what the fuck you idiots are doing to the Limo, but cut it out.” And, as if NOTHING was happening, he seemed to fall asleep instantly, laying on the seats with his arms behind his head. What in the world..? Was this really happening right now?  How could he just stay calm like that? His brothers were about to kill each other! 

Laito was forced back a few steps, as Kanato continued to wheel insults at him, screeching and howling at the top of his lungs. Subaru was holding him back, shouting at him to calm the fuck down. Kanato attempted to stab him with the fork as well, while Laito was on the ground groaning. 

Teddy was somehow thrown on the floor in my direction, so I held him into my chest as I rocked back and forth, attempting to calm myself down. 

Laito snarled, and I watched in horror as he grinned. 

“Ohhh, Is that how you want to go, little Brother?” Laito moaned and laughed through gritted teeth, as he snarled and reeled back to grab Kanato’s head. He lifted it and bashed it into the floor of the Limo. I cried out as Kanato screamed, clawing and scratching at Laito with fierce intensity. They were like fighting dogs. It was horrific, bloody, and frightening. Kanato rolled and ended up on top of Laito, while Subaru lifted him up and dogged the clawing headed his way. 

“Stop!” I yelled through my sobs, “Please, Please stop it, stop it stop it! No more!” My pleas were ignored as Laito shoved Subaru out of the way, and Subaru collided with Shuu. They both snarled at Laito. I got a closer look at their teeth. They were pointed. Sharp and pointy. 

The two bite marks on my hand. Animalistic fighting. The lack of empathy. Snarling. Growling. Wanting a taste of me. Calling me a human. 

These were not demons from the bible. No.  

They were Vampires. 

Through my realization, Shuu had lopped his arms through Laitos and had sat down, forcing Laito to stand up and glare at Kanato. Kanato was attempting to get around Subaru, snarling and screeching as he attempted to maneuver around him to get to Laito.  Laito was grinning like a maniac, laughing as he looked up into the sky. 

“Kanato,” I called through my crying, “Please stop. Look at me. LOOK AT ME!” I cried, still curled up in a fetal position. I had stopped rocking back and forth. The heavy air was filled with panting breaths, and darkness. It was tense. I thought Kanato would lunge back at Laito. I thought they would kill each other. I wiped my eyes, but more tears kept coming. 

“Monsters!” I cried out, shaking my head, “Oh my God, you’re monsters. Vampires. How..? Y-you’re..” I sobbed and reached out for Kanato. I was on my knees, walking to him like a toddler. I reached his feet and he looked down at me, panting. Through my tears, I could tell he wasn’t sweaty. His hair was disheveled. He was panting from anger, not exhaustion. As if an inhuman monster would be tired. 

“I’m sorry, I looked at him and I tried not to talk to him and I didn’t mean to make you angry,” I was panting, holding onto his pant legs, “A-and I don’t want you to be mad at me because… H-he wont talk with me again a-and I’ll stay away from him, please, please don’t fight anymore!” 

Through my talking, Kanato squatted down beside me, and went to hold my hand. 

“Shh, Doll, Shh,” he shushed me, patting my hair, “It’ll be okay now, Dolores. Just let me do one thing and I won't be angry.” Kanto glared at Laito. 

“I’ll never forgive you for making her cry.” 

The Limo stopped and Kanato picked me up, and cradled me in his arms. We rushed inside and headed to the kitchen. I buried my face in his neck, trying to calm myself. Teddy was wrapped in my arms, and I snuggled him closer to me. 

He found the kitchen so much easier than I did, but I suppose that's understandable. He lived here much longer than I had, after all. As soon as we got inside, he rested me atop of the kitchen table and clicked his tongue. 

“Such a nuisance, carrying you like that. Did you enjoy it?” 

I nodded my head. Kanato gave me a gentle smile and went into the fridge, and brought me a piece of cake. His smile dropped as he saw him holding Teddy. 

“I didn’t give you permission to hold him.” I felt my body go cold. 

“You didn’t,” I shifted anxiously, “When you got into that fight, he fell on the ground. I didn’t want him to get dirty.” Kanato seemed annoyed, patting my head as he took the Teddy from me. He leaned towards me with a fork in hand. I flinched. Was he going to stab me? 

“Calm down, Dollie. It’s just cake.” I slowly peeled my eyes open. He stared at me, with no emotion. His mouth was relaxed. He wasn’t going to hurt me. He was feeding me cake. 

I opened my mouth slowly, cautiously. He slipped the fork in my mouth gently. A delicious vanilla cake burst in my mouth, and I moaned at the taste. He fed me another bite, and then put the fork down. 

He slowly leaned into me and put Teddy down next to me. He tilted my chin up to him, and licked my lips. My eyes were wide. 

“Your lips taste so sweet, Dolores,” He murmured, pushing me into him, “But I know what’ll taste better. And I know other ways to make you moan” 

He kissed my lips, and buried his hands into my hair. I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage of my shock, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I had never kissed anyone else before. Well, I had kissed Mama and Papa, but that didn’t count. I knew that a good girl was supposed to wait until marriage to have sex, to be intamate with their husband. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. 

I leaned back to attempt to get away from him, but Kanato was having none of it. He pushed me down on the table and put his hands on either side of my head, crooning softly. My legs ended up wrapped around his. 

He bit my lip harshly, and I cried out. He pulled away enough to grip my neck. 

“Quiet. Be a good Doll for me. Be silent. Take your punishment.” 

Why was I being punished? 

He slipped his mouth inside of mine and bit my tongue. I whimpered quietly, and his hold on my neck tightened. He softly licked the inside of my mouth and bit my lips, my tongue, my teeth. It felt so odd. It was slightly pleasurable, despite the agonizing pain that accompanied his teeth digging into mine. 

Leaving my mouth, he smirked at me. “How does it feel, to be pulled farther away from the God you so love and Cherish?” He went down my neck with his hands and softly caressed it, digging his nails into my skin. He brushed his tongue and nails up and down my neck softly. He seemed soft, but I knew pain was coming. My lip and tongue. felt awful. It ached and hurt so badly. But it was nothing compared to the bite. He bit my neck, full force, several times. Every time I made noise, his hand went back around my neck and thigh, squeezing harshly. Tears leaked out of my eyes. 

“Your tears are so pretty. Cry more for me. I want you to keep giving me that wonderful expression, the fear, the hurt, the sadness. More. I want to see more. Be a good Doll and give me more love.”

It hurt, everything hurt so badly. 

But... The sucking sensation his mouth gave my neck felt good. It was an odd contrast to what he was doing to the rest of my body. I was ashamed to think such a thing. He was tainting my innocence, and hurting me. He didn’t care. 

I realized then and there he was biting me not for pleasure. He was drinking my blood, like some sort of tick. 

I felt dizzy. I was going to faint. 

“Awaken, Alice. Thou meneth no harm.” 

I turned to try and look at him, but he slammed my head against the table. I heard him. Was it him? Why was he calling me Alice? 

Then I remembered. The Rabbit. The dream. But I was asleep then, I was awake now. 

Right? 

It hurt, it hurt so much. It was hot, I was hot, I was dizzy. I felt sick. 

Soon, when he had his fill, he stopped. It felt like an hour, he edged me on with cake and sweet kisses, and then got all rough with me again. My entire body was sore, and I could barely breathe. He looked so happy. 

“I would love to see you asleep, but we need to bake together. You promised me!” He leaned me up and got off of me roughly. It was difficult to understand him. He was so intimate with me before, and then he just… Pulled away. Happy that pain. With my submission. 

I could barely move my neck and lips. It hurt to talk, but I spoke: 

“Thank you for the cake.” I murmured, softly touching my lips. They were swollen. 

He scoffed. 

“I only did that so I could taste the cake also. Don’t be so foolish to think I was being romantic. I am marking my territory.” He picked Teddy up and cooed at him. 

“Now she’ll smell like me forever, Teddy~” He turned around and smiled at me. 

“I could have made it worse. Trust me.”  

I leaned up and fought back the tears from my eyes. 

“Now, let’s bake a lemon meringue pie, Dolores. You’d like that right, Teddy?” He spoke to his teddy bear softly, as he turned his back to me and headed to the bookshelf to get a recipe book. 

I couldn't respond, as I felt my soul spiraling farther and rather deep into the depths of my own mind. I nodded mindlessly.

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EXTRA! The ORIGINAL ENDING that I hated with a passion and I got lazy and wanted to end it quickly BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’M A TRY HARD AND WANTED IT TO BE GOOD, SUE ME. FUCKING. SUE. ME. 

STARTING RIGHT AFTER KANATO SHUSHED DOLORES: 

Through my talking, Kanato squatted down beside me, and went to hold my hand. 

“Shh, Doll, Shh,” he shushed me, patting my hair, “It’ll be okay now, Dolores. Just let me do one thing and I won't be angry.” Kanto glared at Laito. 

The anxiety in my stomach settled until I did a double take.

 “Do what?” 

“This.” 

Without hesitation, Kanato pinned me down on the ground of the Limo and bit my neck. I gasped and suppressed a sudden scream. It was violent, aggressive. His hands pinned my wrists down on either side of my head. His body was pressed against mine, leaving me with little room to breathe. 

“Mine,” Kanato growled into my skin, “She. is. mine. All of you, stay the fuck away from my Doll.” 

I felt all the brother’s eyes on me as he drank from me. I silently sobbed as he licked and purred into my neck. 

I saw the white bunny in my peripheral vision as I slowly blacked out, succumbing to the darkness. He ran to me and nestled on top of my hand. 

“Awaken, Alice. Thou meneth no harm.” 

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ROBIN #5 BUT IT’S JUST ME TALKING ABOUT JASON.

Hey, how are you guys doing? I wasn’t going to review this issue and I won’t because this isn’t really a review, this is just me talking about Jason’s involvement in this story.

I mentioned in a previous reblog (as well as in a old post) that I am not a fan of Joshua Williamson’s way of writing Jason. I think that he, like Lobdell, thinks of Jason in a way that doesn’t really match Jason’s origin (UtRH, Lost Days) or his current stories (RHatO, RHO, and other brief appearances), I think that Williamson is writing this sort of mesh between fanon Jason and a self-indulgent Jason that results in a very... bland and kinda repetitive version of Jason.

I have also talked about my dislike of his writing from a “romance” perspective. I absolutely didn’t like how he wrote the supposed “relationship” that Jason had with Rose in Future State: Red Hood. It honestly left a very nasty taste in my mouth after I read those issues and I just didn’t see their chemistry, to be honest, while I was reading those issues I felt like Williamson was writing an “unrequited love” thing between both of them (Jason being in love and Rose not at all).

That is of course my opinion. I know that many people like this relationship and I respect that but just as a heads up, I am not a fan of Jason being involved in any sort of romantic relationship with anyone. It’s just something that I would rather not see in a Red Hood story and that’s just the way I see it (once again, you are welcome to think otherwise).

Now, after I have said all that (which I believe is necessary because I like to tell you guys my general stances on Jason related stuff), I can begin my “review” of Jason’s appearances in this issue. 

Let’s begin!

Rose calling Jason to tell him about Damian.

Yeah, I find this weird. Since when are Jason and Rose talking? Here is where I am lost because I think that I am missing some information. 

This Jason right here is supposed to be the Jason that was at the end of Urban Legends #6, right? The last time that I remember Jason interaction with Rose was back in RHatO vol.1 #40, I know that Rose had a “relationship” with Jason in DCeased and in Future State (Red Hood and Gotham) but here is the thing, DCeased is a story that doesn’t belong to this or any continuities so it doesn’t count and Future State is set in the future, and a future that might never happen at that. So, where is this “Jason and Rose being in contact” thing coming from? If anyone knows, please let me know. 

Anyway, I just think that Rose contacting Dick would have made more sense but I guess I am missing some context here but hey, I am here to also learn.

The other thing I would like to talk about these panels is Jason not wanting Damian to be involved in a dangerous “death tournament”. Oh, well colour me not surprised at all by that fact, than you so much. 

Who would have thought that Jason would have a problem with a child being involved in a dangerous situation (me, that’s who), I guess that this is confirmation of DC not reading their own material because in one book Jason’s helping a kid “kill” the Joker and here Jason is like “WHY DID YOU JOIN A DEATH TOURNAMENT DAMIAN!?” (did ya put your name in the goblet of fire?!?! said Dumbledore calmly). I guess this Omniverse thing that DC has going on is helpful when you want to blame inconsistencies on something other than poor management on DC’s part. 

I just think that it’s funny. And also right on the line of OOC and in character for Jason, because I can actually see Jason being worried if a kid is joining that sort of thing, but I also don’t see Jason caring much about what Damian does or doesn’t. 

“If I can come home, so can you”

Good lord, I am not having a good time. I hate this. If this is your first time coming across one of my post, Hi! My name is Tati and I absolutely hate the fact that the fanon concept of “Batfamily” is being integrated in actual comics canon. 

This is so bad, what the hell is Jason saying? This man knows nothing about Damian’s situation, why would Jason not think that Damian has his own reasons not to go back “home”??? 

And what the HELL is Jason calling “home”, is he calling Batman or the Batfamily “home”??? Child, are you on crack? Honest question, because Bruce has done nothing for you, he has done awful things to you and he really doesn’t like you. 

Let’s be honest for a second, Bruce hates what Jason has become ever since he came back from the dead, Bruce hates the fact that Jason has a different way of seeing things. He only tolerates Jason when he can molde him the way that he wants. 

I mean, what the hell is this, why would Jason, after the events of Batman and Robin (2011) #20, RHatO (2016) #25 and even Urban Legends #6, want to go back to Bruce or any of his bullshit? Why? How many times does DC have to prove itself that Jason and Bruce don’t work well together anymore? How long until they realise that Jason doesn’t fit in their Bat-narrative? 

I am so tired of this, I swear, when will this end?

Jason and Damian have a chat.

I don’t mean to be repetitive but, what the hell is this? 

First of all, here we are again with writers wanting to encapsulate every Robin’s whole being in one word, don’t they get tired of being this basic? Dick is experienced, Tim is smart... how dull do you have to be? I this was your attempt at having Damian waste time then you could have had him say something more creative. 

“You are the most emotional”, what does that mean? I mean, i guess it’s true but how is that relevant here, or why would that catch Jason off guard? Is it because fanon Jason is the epitome of “bad boy with a heart of gold” or...?

Also, Jason returning the hug after such a wild conversation has me wondering what the hell is going on, weren’t these two fighting the last time they saw each other? Why didn’t Jason realise that Damian hugging him is off?

Jason is a dumbass.  

Well, he isn’t, Jason Nation knows that but he has been written as if he were a dumbass. How did Jason not see that Damian had ulterior motives when he “hugged” him? Jason, my love, you guys fought the last time you saw each other and because the Omniverse is a thing, you also tried to kill Damian...

Why wouldn’t you think that Damian going for a hug was actually a trap? Are you being written as an unintelligent human being again to make another character look good when you are easily defeated? Is that it? 

Yeah, that’s it. 

I don’t know what else I can say about this panel, like come on, give Jason a little credit, we swear he is smart DC! 

Don’t try to play games with Dick, Jason. 

Dick was having none of it! What was he thinking? Jason got his ass tasered and now he is like “Dick why would you let Damian play games with you?”. Why do people write Jason this way? Why is he the dumbass/comic relief nowadays? Is this why he was dragged back to the Bat? So he can be the dumb one with snarky remarks? 

How boring.

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Listen, I think that this issue was good when it came to Dick and Damian’s moments, they are the ones that have more history together, they respect and love each other enormously. Their interaction were really good, very enjoyable. My problem with this issue was obviously Jason’s presence and the part that they let him play. After reading this, I know that I was right when I thought that Jason shouldn’t have been put here. It doesn’t make sense and it does nothing for Jason’s characterization. 

So yeah, those are my thoughts on this, as always, you are welcome to think differently! 

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Hey. It’s me. Sunlit Garden on AO3. If you would like to find a bughead fic, beta, be long-term groomed with positive feedback and helpfulness, then have your self-confidence chipped away, be isolated from other support systems, be negged, insulted, and emotionally harassed/toyed with to output to her idea of perfection -- or find someone who did this to others and will most likely weasel their way into doing it again -- I recommend none other than jandjsalmon, the gal who runs theblueandgoldoffice - a handy fic-finding website.

I made a prior post about my personal experience but apparently not everyone knew it was her because I didn’t name her specifically. Hopefully, this is the last post I’ll ever make about her. A lot of wonderful people reached out with similar experiences or sympathy but I’ve also seen some continue to interact with her or rec her as someone to follow. Now, I’m putting it in the tags. Her name is out there. If I see her on rec lists, at least I know the info is out there that she abused me and others and whoever posted didn’t want to deal with having to deal with her bullshit of her harassing them or they think I’m a liar. I have nothing to lose in this fandom or to gain by outing her. I’m doing it because I don’t want her to be introduced to new waves of authors/readers/people will trust her without protecting themselves or doing something to protect others. Unfortunately, me and the victims I talked to did not feel comfortable sharing how much she hurt us with each other until she’d done a fair amount of damage, and we were all trying to make it work with her until we hit a breaking point.

As a reminder... this is just a potential scenario based on past experience.

If you do become mutuals, and she thinks you have an ounce of fandom fame or MIGHT post things she likes if she bugs you enough, she might make you aesthetics, reblog, comment, buddy up to your friends to get closer to you, find out and exploit your insecurities or mental illness, notably withdraw support to prove a point if you like something she doesn’t or even show love for another person who doesn’t love her, keep records of your convos, show them to other people, vague post about you (sometimes even going so far as to message you without you even asking to make sure you know ‘oh it wasn’t about you’ to rub salt in that wound), let her husband talk shit about and to you even when on good terms with her, and try to get involved in your personal life to be your (only) best friend and support system... only to tell you you are nothing without her, people rely on her for recs and she can turn the tides on fandom favorites, you should not write original works because original romance is “disgusting” YA is “immature” and no one likes your work and your mind is too fucked up to be productive without her. No one will love you or have time for you like her.

She will insist you include scenes even if you don’t want them there, then try to claim she helped write your fic in the comments of it when all she did was tell you to add something you already wrote and deleted back in, though she did comment on the doc and talk through your million ideas and pick her favorite OF YOUR OWN IDEAS and help with grammar. She will also tell you at least one of your fics is disgusting and berate you to the point of not wanting to post it, especially if it shows Betty even slightly interested in someone besides Jughead at some point in her life, claiming “that’s not her!” but OOC or Jughead with past/current partners is no problem... and she will be very apologetic to have to tell you and make you feel bad, but brag in DMs of her friends that she “made you change your mind” and “taught you how to think” if you eventually cave and adjust something. Conversations become drags where you agree with what she says just to avoid confrontations and meltdowns sometimes.

If you talk to her and try to rebuild your friendship or set boundaries, she will either lash out or apologize and be good for a few days until she can find a reason to turn on you again. When you distance yourself for protection or make new friends, she will harass you in DMs asking why you unfollowed (even if it’s a tumblr glitch) or followed so and so, why you did or didn’t like something, tell you how awful everyone except her is, and try to get you to talk shit about your own friends when you know she’s talking shit about you, too.

Oh and if you compliment her on something you’re considered good at that she’s insecure about (prompted or unprompted), be prepared to be called a fake liar and a judgmental bitch in general for having an opinion -- yes, even if it’s positive, so imagine how fun it was to disagree on something neither of us even made.

She is not a neutral party when it comes to abuse and harassments either. Despite being very anti-cheating, she stoutly defends the Sprouse brothers despite multiple women and outlets coming forward claiming they cheated on or abused their partners, claiming the sources are “crazy” or “jealous” or “unprofessional.” I have some pretty ironic in retrospect screenshots someone sent me of some of her rants but I won’t post them publicly here. What Jandy told me of her former victims was that they blocked her for no reason. She was nothing but supportive of them and they got too big for their britches and had other friends and abandoned her. I’m sure she says similar if not worse things about me for calling her out and cutting her off.

So yeah, it will be uncomfortable to unfollow, ghost, and/or block her. It might even be inconvenient because of the service she provides to this fandom. But please keep in mind that even the slight fear/dread of her shadow-banning or harassing you is a sign that she’s affected you, too.

If you really miss that one extra comment per chapter, hit me up. I’ve got a lot going on but I’ll make an exception for people who need that extra support as long as I can. For additional support, please see local and online organizations to talk to a professional or volunteer trained to help with emotional abuse, toxicity, depressive, or anxious thoughts like therealdepressionproject. Good luck and have a wonderful day.