#please look into the people who say shit that sounds iffy yall

[pienhime]

the fact that some people will take pics ripped from other sites as "proof" someone lives somewhere is concerning. has no one heard of reverse image search? too many LARPers get by bc people dont remember how to use search engines

[just-zenitsu]

Zenitsu should've had an arc where he slowly learns how to love himself with the help of his friends and realizes he's not weak and has worth and doesn't deserve pain and doesn't deserve to be treated like shit- I just want him to have some shred of confidence please please please please please ple-

ok so every time i had an ask like this ive always just said ‘but look at the bright side! what are hc and aus for! gotoge had problems,, etc etc’ and i feel like ive always just glossed u guys over and maybe even made it seem like these opinions dont matter so im gonna take the time to try and answer this a smidge seriously (under read more bc its long, also im not tagging bc tumblr might fuck up the formatting again rip) (also warning for manga spoilers)

(also disclaimer sdjfhksd i havent read the manga! so im gonna go off of other people’s claims about zenitsu having wasted potential. and to be fair ive read the few last chapters, or at least PARTS of them) 

im not new to having a favorite character whose more or less claimed to have had a lot of potential but losing it in canon bc of, for a lack of a more general term, ‘’bad writing’’. and im not saying kny has bad writing, i dont think im one to judge that JUST yet but for comparison yall should know that i have a fav character in another series that is written so badly that he has the personality of cardboard and was only given life thanks to fanon content. and i dont blame people when they say they dont like said character! its the same as zenitsu, only that this guy, this yellow idiot, actually has a much more solid grasp on how he acts/feels/does things! but more often than not, this linear perspective does damage to how deep his character actually goes, thus just making him the stereotypical ‘pervert’ in an anime. ive seen people say that he’s just the same as mineta!!! which is just. very sad for me

i understand why they’d think like that though, maybe there wouldve been a difference if kny became more popular b4 bnha, but who knows! anyways, back to zenitsu. now, i understand if people ever found his actions uncomfortable or annoying! but when people say that he’s just a crybaby and that he’s literally just dead weight that’s when i get,,, well, iffy. and this is kinda where the frustration comes, we see zenitsu overcoming these obstacles off screen, apparently it was even only just mentioned in a passing comment that zenitsu had stopped having to fall asleep to do missions and cried less when he was going on solo missions. these are the tidbits that i wish was shown more explicitly in canon, showcasing his growth and such. MAYBE it was touched upon once kaigaku came up, but thats another problem, literally kaigaku only showed up once in a flashback and then suddenly he’s a demon? sure a brief flashback that showed him being in gyomei’s orphanage wouldve been enough to put some light, but i think there was still some things that wasnt touched upon when we discuss how kaigaku was portrayed in canon. i think he’s even MORE misunderstood compared to zenitsu. they have (arguably) been in the same situation in their childhood, have drastically different personalities and dealt with it in their own way, but in the end i think he was just used so that zenitsu had a big bad he had to defeat. i think there wouldve been more impact if we were shown thunder fam interacting more, imagine how cool that wouldve been, ESPECIALLY if kaigaku just wasnt thrown into the manga and was given a chance to interact with kamaboko before hand. just, a lot to think about.

and now we have what happened in the last few chapters, w tanjirou becoming a demon and after all that zenitsu just says something along the lines of ‘ill make u pay for hurting me and my future wife (nezuko)’ which sucks to a degree. but count the fact that gotoge was inching towards zennezu, as i mentioned in a previous post, he was worried about nezuko getting hurt by tanjirou. im also a bit disappointed that he didnt really do much in terms of, well, caring for tanjirou, but one GOOD thing that i really liked happening was in the previous chapters bEFORE tan got turned to a demon, the part w him assuring inosuke that he can still hear tanjirou’s heartbeat, and then consecutively screaming at tanjirou that he had to stay alive, he went as far to say that he hears nezuko’s human heartbeat and that he has a family to return to, which was, surprise surprise, apparently somewhat a LIE! i cant confirm this unfortunately since ive long since lost the explanation but someone said that zenitsu wasnt actually able to hear nezuko’s heartbeat then, meaning he lied for tanjirou’s sake bc he knew that if he’d pull through something, he’d pull through it for nezuko. (there’s also that part where zenitsu fought hard to keep this family alive since well, he doesnt have one to return to, which is just. ouch) another thing i liked about this part is that he wasnt!!! crying!!!, but both inosuke and tanjirou were and dont u just love the irony. dont u just love it when zenitsu, resident crybaby of the demon slayer corps, is the one who shouts at the both of his friends, who are usually the ones pushing him, yelling at him to stop sniveling and fight, to raise their chins up and to not give up? i think these few moments are JUST ABSOLUTELY TASTY. 

but. unfortunately, they are glossed over once we have what happened in chapter 203.

tl/dr; zenitsu’s character is something much more than a crybaby who’s a pervert and annoying. these points overshadow the fact that he’s a kind person, who was willing to protect nezuko despite knowing she was a demon just BECAUSE he trusted tanjirou that much and that he had a kind sound! he’s willingly THROWN HANDS when someone talked bad about kaigaku, a person he ADMITTED HE HATES, because he respects them as a person! zenitsu is much more than a crybaby who’s a pervert and annoying. if only canon were able to explain much more clearly than these few tidbits that we were given.

//im crying at the club im so sorry this is so long oh god oh fuck. anyways ive been disappointed time and time again and ive long since really stopped looking forward to the best to my fav characters and ive been p negative in previous fandoms so its why i avoided complaining like this in this blog but yeah kjfhkjsdf thank u for reading,,, 

[themaninflannel]

Maybe Bars Aren’t So Bad

Summary: reader goes to a bar to get away from the fighting at her sister’s place and who might she meet there but Jensen Ackles. this is an AU where no one is famous and Jensen isn't in any kind of relationship with the amazing Daneel.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, fighting(not Jensen),

Word count: ~1800

A/N: feedback would be greatly appreciated! I'm still iffy on my smut writing skills and its my first Jensen fic so i hope yall like it!

It was supposed to be a fun vacation to see my sister and her kids in Austin, but her ex-husband- or soon to be ex- showed up and the fighting started. We were all settled on the couch watching a movie that my nine-year-old niece wanted to watch, some Disney movie I think, when we heard a pounding on the front door of my sister’s apartment. She got up to open the door to show a very drunk ex-husband named Dylan. 

“Go away, Dylan. You’re drunk…as usual” she tried to close the door in his face. 

“No, please! don't shut me out! We can fix this!” When he started shouting I shooed the kids into my room, I knew it might get ugly and children shouldn’t have to hear their parents fighting. Once they were in there i closed the door and went back out to tell him to leave.

“Dylan. you need to choose a different time to do this. A time when your kids can’t hear you, that goes for both of you. But I’m not going to make y'all do anything. I’m going to put the movie on in my room and make it loud so that the kids can’t hear you guys. And then I’m going to go find a bar for a few hours. Get your shit together, guys. be adults.” I scolded.

“Oh, fuck off! You’re always trying to get in the middle! You can’t fix everything for her all the time! Just because you have no one doesn’t mean you need to make everyone else as miserable as you!” Dylan shouted at me. With that, I flipped him off and walked out the door, leaving them to shout at each other. 

I walked to the nearest bar and ordered a beer, I wanted to be there for a while and I wasn't looking to get shitfaced right away, I hated bars but it was better than being where the fighting was happening. 

While I sat there I watched the people; the couples on dates, the women having a girls night out, the singles clearly looking to hook up, and the people like me: the ones that just wanted to be somewhere else and the bar just happened to be that ‘else’. So I noticed when people came or left, especially the attractive ones. 

After a while, I noticed two tall attractive men walk through the front door. One of them had longish shaggy hair and the other was a few inches shorter and much more bowlegged than the first. They walked up to the bar next to me and ordered, as they waited they talked and I overheard some of it. On accident. Totally on accident.

“Jared, dude! I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe Gen's pregnant!” The shorter one said, clapping the other on the shoulder.

“It’s so crazy Jensen, I mean we've been trying for what feels like forever and it finally happened!” I ordered another beer and watched these two happy men. Or I thought they were both happy until the taller one-Jared I think- left. When he was alone the other-Jensen- downed his scotch in one gulp and ordered another. The happy look slid off his face.

“Not so happy for your friend after all, huh?” I asked him, the alcohol in my system may have given me some confidence.

“Ha. That easy to tell?” 

“How bout I buy you your next drink, and you can bitch about it to your heart's content.” I motioned the bartender over.

“Arent I the one that’s supposed to buy the drinks?” he chuckled, taking a sip from his new drink.

“You can buy the next round, then” I raised my glass towards him and he brought his up to meet it.

 "Deal.“ 

"So, are you gonna tell me why you're pissy?”

 "Pissy?“ He snorted

 "Yeah, with the face and the fake happy and the downing your drink in one gulp!” I teased him. I don’t know why, I just met the man. 

“Fine. Maybe I’m a little pissy,” He took a sip from his drink. I didn’t say anything, hoping he would continue. After a minute he did, “It’s just, his life is so perfect right now! He’s married to someone who loves him. And he’s about to bring a child into this world!”

 "And that’s a bad thing..?“ I was trying to get him to talk more, he clearly needed to get it off his chest.

 "No. no. Not for him. For him it’s great. It’s the best thing ever. It’s what I want." 

"Ah, not I get it. You're jealous!”

 "No! I’m not….I’m not jealous. I just want-ok you know what. Fine.“

 "Knew it,” I downed my drink. 

“Don’t.” He seemed to get a little defensive and almost insecure.

“Ok. I’ll shut up.” I raised my hands in surrender.

“It’s-he has this perfect life! With everything he’s ever wanted! And what do i have? Nothing. I haven’t even gotten laid recently! And he has a freaking baby on the way...” He sounded frustrated, I was a horrible person because the only thing I could think about was how he could sleep with me to get out of his rut.

“There might be a solution to that particular problem,” I jokingly winked at him before continuing, “I mean; you’re and attractive man, sitting in a bar full of women looking to hook up…” I spun around on my bar stool so I was looking to the rest of the room.

“You think I’m attractive?” He asked incredulously. 

“I have eyes, ya know,” That made him laugh. It was good to see him laugh, I could tell he needed to.

 "Ok, so. Who?“ That made me laugh.

"That’s totally up to you! Pick a chick you think is hot, go over to her, buy her a drink, and chat her up. Easy.”

“Easy?!" 

"Ok, maybe not easy. But definitely possible,” I started scouting the bar for potential hookups for this man I just met, “alright. I’ll play wing-woman," 

"When did you decide this was actually happening?”

 "Well, do u want to go home with someone, or do u want to spend more time at hand-central station?“

"Fair enough.” We sat and chatted and I pointed out women and watched his try to pick them up and fail.

By the end of the night, we weren’t drunk anymore, just a little buzzed, and he had crashed and burned with every woman he talked to. Somehow over the last few hours, we became good friends. I still thought he was incredibly attractive, but I also saw his goofy awkward really bad with women side too. And unfortunately, that only made him more attractive. 

“We should get out of here, it’s like 2 am.” He pointed out. I knew we had to leave but I really didn’t want to go back to my sister's place. I was sure she and Dylan were still fighting. Either that or they were having angry sex. I just didn’t want to be there. 

“I knew we don’t know each other very well, but I don’t really want to go back to my sister's place. Do you have a couch I could crash on?" 

"Yeah, come on. Let’s go catch a cab. We’re still too buzzed to drive,” somewhere between getting in the cab and getting to his apartment our lips found each other’s and didn’t separate anymore than we needed to.  

We burst through his door, my legs around his waist, his hands on my ass holding me up. He pushed me against the wall and tore my shirt open, revealing the comfortable old T-shirt bra I was wearing. “Sorry. Wasn’t …..expecting ..this…” I gasped out between open mother kisses. 

“No ….don’t. …it’s cute.” He moved his hand from my ass to my hair, using his hold on it to tilt my head so he could get easier access to my neck. He peppered open mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck to my collarbones. After a minute of his mouth on my skin, he shifted us so that we were on the couch.

 "Are you sure...we don't have to....?" He paused and asked, his face flushed. He's gorgeous lips parted, drawing all of my attention. 

"Yes dumbass. You were the one that needed to get laid so: yes I want to do this," I pulled him back down so that he was practically laying on top of me.

I could feel his hardness against my leg, making me even wetter. I ground into his thigh making us both moan. By now he had his hands and his mouth on my boobs. One hand twisting and flicking one nipple while his mouth played with the other, drawing noises from me that I didn't know I could make.

 He moved down and undid the button and pulled the zipper on my pants, pulling them and my underwear down and off my legs. he started on my hips, kissing around my hip bone. Then he made his way down my thighs and back up to the other hip. Only when I was practically begging for it, he finally sealed his lips around my clit, sucking and flicking. He dipped his tongue down into the heart of my wetness, followed by a finger. Then another. He curved them up and perfectly hit my G-spot making me whine needing more. He added another finger and kept curling them and with his mouth on my clit, I could feel the pressure rise. He kept going until all of the pressure released, through my whole orgasm he kept sucking on my clit carrying me through. 

He came back up and I pulled him into a deep kiss, deepening it as my hands roamed his body. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my pussy. I reached down and slid it into myself, just a little at first letting him be in charge. He slowly pushed until he was all the way in a loud groan escaping his mouth and his head fell onto my shoulder after he let me get adjusted he started pumping in and out using his hips in ways that have never felt so good. 

We became one being, moving together, breathing together. Feeling the crests and falls, for what felt like hours until we had our final synchronized release. We lay there in sweaty exhaustion until we fell asleep. 

Maybe bars aren't so bad after all.