#please. don't anybody stop yelling for these people

[captainsquality]

i live smack in the middle of the US, and I'm disabled and barely scraping by financially. I can't go to demonstrations and most of the time I can't afford to do any donating. So I'm limited to watching. Staying informed, and screaming and being pissed and noisy about it.

I know it is exhausting and you want to just give into the despair and the powerlessness you feel if you're in a situation like mine where watching is just about all you can do. You want to give up and stick your head in the sand. Don't.

Maybe it's stupid and idealistic or maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better. I don't know. But I think we need to scream. All of us, we need to weep and rage and bang our fists against the walls. We need to watch and we need to be angry and loud loud loud loud LOUD and not stop. Do not ever ever stop.

The monsters who are doing all this and causing all this pain are counting very heavily on the common, regular, everyday people giving into despair. Feeling exhausted and powerless. Becoming numb, or complacent, becoming jaded and disconnected. And ceasing our outcry because of it.

If we're feeling despair, now is the time be louder than ever about our grief and our anger and our frustration.

If all I can do for the people suffering in gaza is to weep with them then I will weep with them. If all i can do is scream at the sky then I will do it until my voice gives out and my lungs ache. If all I can do is to stubbornly, obstinately LOOK, behold the horror and say without halt that this is wrong, this is unjust, without end, so that everyone around me has to know, so that nobody can forget, then that is what I'm going to do.

I don't have power on my own. But I have compassion and a bleeding heart and and the knowledge that billions of people all over the world feel exactly the same as me right now. And if all of us scream, if all of us simply refuse to look away and shut the fuck up, then even the powerful, even the cruel, even the evil will have no choice but to listen.

we have to see what we are seeing. we have to feel what we are feeling. refusing to abandon our humanity and our ability to make a goddamn NUISANCE of ourselves can, if we all keep doing it, effect change. I truly believe that, and I'm holding onto it desperately.

I wish I could do more. I want to do more. But I can't, at least not right now. And it drives me insane. I know it does a lot of you, too. I think we all wish we could just save the world. We all want to be superman. We want to be a kid from kansas with the power to help people. And the thing is, we do. Not the way it is in the comics, but the world can't ever be saved without regular people crying out that it needs saving. If we don't, nobody will.

We don't have a kal-el coming to fight for us. The human race has to save the human race, or nobody will get rescued. We have to take care of each other. We have to scream at the bullies even when we can't reach them with our fists.

Gaza before and after.

In 20 days.

In fucking 20 days..

[space-cowgirllll]

Die With A Smile

Outbreak Day with ex-girlfriend Abby?

a/n: idk what lady gaga and bruno put in this song fr. I should have been studying for an Ochem exam but here we are lol.

"Government officials met today to discuss the recent spikes in hospitalizations all across the globe over the past week, with talks of setting up government run quarantine zones in all major cities." 

You perk up from your spot on the couch, trading the carton of ice cream in your hands for the TV remote. The local newswoman's voice fills the quiet space as the volume increases. You immediately recognize the hospital in the background. 

"Hospital staff everywhere are overwhelmed with the influx of patients coming in with symptoms of this mysterious virus. For the time being it is highly recommended that any travel plans be postponed. International flights have started being cancelled, leaving hundred of people stranded. The CDC advises everyone to remain calm  and continue to follow your city's imposed emergency curfews as they work towards finding the cause." 

The face-mask you'd slathered on earlier hardens as she lists off the symptoms to look out for: sudden mood changes, muscle spasms, and slurred speech. You can't wrap your mind around a simple virus causing all this. Your stomach sinks in realization, this is definitely more serious than anybody was letting on. 

Without even thinking you reach for your phone, quickly scrolling through your contact list until you land on the one person you've been avoiding. Abby, your ex girlfriend of six months. Your finger hovers over her number, wondering if this was worth breaking three months of no contact when loud screams come from the television. You look up just in time to see the blast of an explosion before the screen goes blank. Static stares back you. 

Your finger mashes down on the touchscreen with zero hesitation as you run to the sink, hands desperately scrubbing at your face while you wait for her to answer. You don't even stop to consider you might be blocked. 

Please pick up, please pick up, please.

"Hello?" Abby's panicked voice sounds through the phone. 

"Oh my god Abs. Are you okay?" You ramble. "I just saw the news and I- there was an explosion."

"I had to home to change. " Her voice is shaky, turn signal clicks faintly in the background. "I was still close enough to- OH MY GOD!" The sound of tires screeching drown out Abby's curses. A loud boom sounds off outside, this one feels closer. "I'm....to...you" Is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead.

You throw the phone across the room, a string of curses leaving your mouth. The open window of your living room lets you hear the chaos outside before you can see it. Helicopters fly overhead and sirens sound off in the near distance. One by one, porch lights come on as your neighbors step out of their homes, confusion etched on their faces.

The sound of a door slamming open catches everyone's attention. Out of the corner of your eye you see the outlines of two people moving towards the road. Your neighbor, Claire, yells as her husband chases after her. His movements far too quick and erratic for someone his age. 

Everyone watches in shock as he catches up to her, mouth attacking the side of her neck, effectively silencing her screams. The sight is gory. You stand frozen as some of the braver ones try to help, only to be met with a similar fate before he runs off into the middle of the road, searching for his next victim. Chaos quickly ensues, people run off back to their homes, garages pop open as some try to make a quick escape. You stagger back, knocking into the side table beside the couch. A picture frame falls over, shattering loudly on wood floor.

To your absolute horror, his head snaps to your window. For the first time, you're able to catch a glimpse of him up close. Gone was the sweet old man who would help you with yard work in those first few months after Abby moved out. The skin of his face is molted, almost as if something was eating away at it. Once sparkling blue eyes are completely glazed over. The bloodthirsty look on his face sends you reeling. 

His mouth parts open letting out a loud screech, ready to lunge through the thin window screen when a familiar black truck slams into him. Abby hops out, mouth moving quickly as she shouts something at you. Between the ringing in your ears and the loud screams outside you don't register what she says. Your eyes blink rapidly, hoping the sight of your elderly neighbor under her front tire is just your imagination. In your peripheral you see the front door swing open, Abby's keychain hanging from the lock. 

Strong hands grip you by the shoulders, shaking you out of your stupor. "Baby what are you doing? We have to go!"

Her woodsy scent envelopes you as she scoops you up and carries you out bridal style before tossing you in the passenger seat. Fingers clench into the leather as the truck reverses, disturbing the once perfect lawn. Your flowerbeds and mailbox becoming casualties in the process too. 

You peel your eyes off the dash, looking out the window as she flies through residential neighborhoods. More and more people are starting to trickle out from the safety of their homes. Some running with only the clothes on their backs, others quickly shoving personal belongings in their vehicles. 

Your voice is shaky when you finally speak up. "What's going on Abigail?"

She exhales heavily, looking exhausted. "I don't know."

"Are they all like that?" 

Her jaw clenches. "The ones I've been treating are in the early stages of their symptoms, but beds are full. We've been told to turn people away to recover at home." She huffs. "I don't even wanna know how many of them are out there running around like that."

You hesitantly rub her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, slowly pulling back when she tenses. Her throat clears and the skin of her knuckles turns white as she tightens her grip on the wheel. 

"So what are we doing?"

You're shocked when she shrugs her shoulders. Abby always had a plan. You wrack your brain, trying to think of something. 

"My parent's cabin up north! We could go there." You suggest. "Y'know until everything settles down."

She makes a sharp right, following the signs pointing her to the nearest on ramp. Her fist slams against the wheel when you pull up to the main highway just five minutes later. It seems like everyone had the same idea. Cars are honking, people are screaming. Nobody is moving. The thought of sitting in bumper to bumper traffic right now doesn't sound like a smart idea.

"My apartment's in the city." Abby suddenly states. "They were setting up barricades when I left for work this morning. Flyers talking about a quarantine zone." 

She doesn't wait for your approval, sending the truck speeding towards her place. The closer you get to the city, the more erratic Abby's driving becomes. It's clear your little suburban bubble was late to the news of the outbreak. Downtown Seattle is absolute madness. Everywhere you look there's something happening. Those infected chase people up and down the streets, tackling the ones too slow to outrun them. Shops that you can remember being there your whole life are now ablaze. 

You grip onto the handle above your head watching wide eyed as Abby plows through debris in the street. Bile rises in your throat when you realize she most likely driving over the dead bodies left behind. 

The truck slows to a crawl. Concrete barricades were placed closer together here, making it impossible to get through. She silently curses at the fact that you're gonna have to leave the safety of the car and make the rest of the journey on foot. She grabs your face between her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye.

"Get ready to run baby." 

Your hand is on the handle when something crashes into your door. A scream gets caught in your throat as the infected bangs on the glass of your window before setting it's sights on the blonde. She's halfway out of the truck when she gets tackled to the ground. Her hands shoot out using all her strength to keep it from attacking her 

"Abby!"

She screams at you to run. Her arms are getting tired of holding this ridiculously strong freak back. Her hold is quickly slipping. Accepting her fate she screws her eyes shut bracing for the inevitable. A loud whack and she doesn't realize there's no longer any weight holding her down until your panicked voice is in her ear. 

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?"

You crouch beside her, a bloody metal pipe in your hands. Keeping a watchful eye on the body laying just inches from hers. She slaps your hand away, wincing when she gets up on her own. 

"Why would you do that?!" She whisper yells, unsure whether to kiss you for saving her or punching you for putting yourself in danger. "I told you to run!"

"I could never just leave you like that. You're welcome." You say through labored breaths. With a roll of her eyes she grabs your hand, sprinting in the direction of her building. 

You're thankful it's a short run from the car to her place. The two of you able to successfully hide from any other infected. It doesn't take long for either of you to realize that their vision sucks. 

The stairs up to her place are a feat of its own. You huff and puff up to the nineteenth floor, legs on fire when you finally walk through the door. 

Her apartment is spotless, because of course it is. Floor to ceiling windows give you a clear view of what seems to be the end of the world. 

"Oh my god." You stand in the middle of her room, watching in horror as explosions go off in my the distance. The ground beneath you shakes as they get closer and closer. 

Abby shakes her head in disbelief clearly putting two and two together. 

"It's so heavily populated here. They don't see the point in trying to separate the healthy from the infected." She whispers. Tears well in her eyes watching a plane purposefully fly into the ground off in the distance. The large blast setting fire to everything around it. There are more right behind it. "We're so fucked."

You watch as the fight leave her body. Your throat locks up, unable to scream at her. Wobbly legs pace back and forth in the small space trying to think of something that might work. Deep down you know it's pointless. There's no way you'd make it out of the city alive. Soft sobs wrack your body at the realization that this really is the end. 

Her shoulders slump as she sits on the bed. She gnaws on her lower lip to keep from crying too loud. "Can I hold you?" 

You nod, legs feeling like jelly. Abby reaches for you, pulling you up towards the headboard. The two of you lay beside each other breathing heavily with your hands intertwined. Tears stream down her face and onto the pillow under her head. 

She reaches over and kisses you, her shaking hand plays with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. "My biggest regret was letting you go."

You watch face as she continues talking, lips moving against yours. "I had to stop myself from driving past the house every single day." She laughs. "Would have sat outside your door until you took me back."

"I wish you would have." You admit through a watery smile. 

"I never stopped loving you. I just want you to know that." She whispers, lips moving to kiss your temple. 

"I should have never left." Your lips meet the skin of neck tasting the salty tears that have pooled there. "I love you too Abby. So much it hurts." 

"I can't believe this is what it took for us to realize how stupid we were." She mumbles into your hair. Your face burrows into the crook of her neck. "I'm so sorry baby."

"I'm glad you came for me." You tell her, but you know she doesn't hear it. 

The walls start shaking, sending everything tumbling to the floor. You're no longer able to hear anything over the sound of a loud engine approaching. Her arms tighten around you, the two of you curl into each other. 

There's a jarring beeping in your ear just as it all goes black. 

You shoot up in bed, heart in your throat. The sound of your heavy breathing almost drowns out the harsh beeping of your alarm. Reaching over you rip the cord from the wall sitting in silence for a moment while your heartbeat returns to normal. 

The sun is shining outside, laughter from the kids across the street flows in through the small opening of your window. A lawnmower goes off in the distance.

Shaking hands fist the cool cotton of your sheets. The soft material grounding you. You look around the small room. Everything looks just as you left it. There's an empty bottle of wine on the dresser and you roll your  eyes at yourself. 

That explains it. 

You're okay. 

It was all a dream.

You jump out of bed, rushing to the bathroom before taking the stairs two at a time almost snapping an ankle. The entryway table shakes when you snatch the keys from on top of it. The warm August breeze that hits you when you walk outside makes you feel renewed. 

The quiet neighborhood looks as it always does. A couple of people are out watering their lawns while some head out for church. Claire sits on her front porch drinking a cup of coffee, giving you a little wave when she spots you pulling out of your driveway and it's a miracle you don't burst into tears. Using muscle memory you quickly punch in the number you know by heart, waiting with bated breath for an answer.  "Hello?"Your shoulders drop in relief at the sound of her voice. She's okay.

"Where are you?"

"At home," she pauses "why?"

"Perfect." You hang up before she can reply. Tossing the phone on the passenger seat you press your foot down on the gas. 

You make it to Abby's apartment building in record time, parking haphazardly by the curb. There's a ninety nine percent chance you'll come back to a parking ticket stuck to your windshield but you don't care. 

There's a moment on the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor where you second guess yourself. Aware of how ridiculous you look in mix matched pajamas going to try and win your ex girlfriend back. You steel your nerves reminding yourself of how horrible those last few seconds of your nightmare were.  If she kicks you out you can at least say you tried. 

Abby answers the door looking mouth watering in a black tank top and gray shorts, her messy hair pulled back in a low bun. "Alright, how many traffic laws did you break on your way over here?"

"You don't wanna know." You pant, throwing yourself into her arms. 

She catches you with a soft grunt, hesitating for a second before wrapping her arms around you. The familiar scent of pine engulfs you.  

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Her teasing tone makes your face heat up. "I don't think random house visits on a Sunday at 8 AM fall under no contact." She quips. 

"I love you!" The words are out before you can stop yourself. "I love you and I don't want to go another day without letting you know that walking away from you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I regret it every single day."

Abby leans back against the door with her hands still on your hips. There's a tiny grin on her face watching you spill your guts, you’re too worked up to notice. "I know we're both at the peak of our careers. I know we're busy, and there will be days we don't even get to see each other, but I'm tired of living like this. I miss you." 

You sniffle pathetically into her chest. "The world could end tomorrow and I don't want to regret never telling you how I felt." Thumbs wipe gently at your tears. "And if you don't feel the same way I underst- mmph!"

Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss, hands wandering under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. Neither of you make a move to deepen it, content to take it slow.

Abby pulls back first. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she stares down at you. It suddenly hits you how much you've missed her. She brings her forehead to rest against yours. 

"Took you long enough baby."

[fallout-lou-begas]

i have immense and great sympathy for the unique difficulty of accessing testosterone. i really and genuinely do and i don't want to diminish it. but can people who see posts by trans women encouraging people to stockpile/do DIY HRT—especially if the post happens to be intentionally directed toward other trans women specifically—please stop lashing out at those women for not being able to include as practical of advice about acquiring testosterone.

i know it sucks i KNOW but please listen to me. it is not trans womens's fault that testosterone is a controlled substance, or that that control extends to potential legal consequences for so much as openly or publicly explaining how to access it. that is why the HRT Cafe etc. only covers feminizing transition. if they faced those legal consequences then what they are able to do would be completely compromised. it is not because DIY trans women are a bunch of high school mean girls laughing at the lunch table, rubbing their hands together and relishing the fact that they have it so much easier as they pull the ladder up behind them. there is no fucking ladder.

do you think trans women like the fact that anybody anywhere can't get the hormones that they want? and do you think their own access to hormones is immune to legal danger, perfectly protected in perpetuity, to where they can't sympathize with anyone else literally at all? i know that everybody's nerves are frayed and raw from the election but it's depressing me to log on and see so many people yelling at trans women who are already sticking out their necks as much as the very limited medium of posting on tumblr dot com allows them to, or assuming that their inability to hand-deliver testosterone to those who need it is coming from a place of malice and not constraint. every trans woman i know wants hormones in the hands of those who need them, no matter who, no matter what.

[sleepyangelkami]

I'm posting this from my phone so please bare with me guys.

"ew, you write y/n as a baby."

okay, so. I understand that the way I write might not float everyone's boat which is so okay !! But yk what you could do...? Scroll !! There's no need to hate. I really apologize if the way I've written my readers in x reader fics is harmful in any way. However, I'm not going to stop making the character they're with baby them and look after them. The beauty in all of this is that none of it is real. Life can be hard and life can be way toooo much and at the end of the day you might js wanna read ab getting babied. People baby their partners all the time whether you're male female any other gender none of this matters. I write female y/n and if you have a problem with the characters babying her but at the same time you're posting matt sturniolo (I apologize if I spelled that wrong) and saying omg cutie baby 🥺🥺 it's the same thing !!! It's so normal and people are making it weird. If you want to read badass!y/n then write badass!y/n. People get so hung up on writing shy readers and saying it's weird. It's how a lot of people feel and I'm personally really shy irl which is why everything on my account is fake !! Kami isn't even my real name ! You guys need to stop spreading hate towards people and if you don't like their work whether it's cringe or even a little weird then please just scroll

"ew innocence kinks are for p*edos."

Oh my. More often than not innocence kinks are usually submissive people loving the chase and getting dominant people to spell it all out for them. Not only that but sometimes people suffer from childhood trauma (me !!) and they read things that make them get to relive the part where their 'innocence' was 'taken' from them in a gentle way and not by abuse of power. Also, some people just have innocence kinks !! And that's okay as long as you're two consenting adults. When did everyone get so judgemental !! I've seen stepcest, ACTUAL incest and more prominently pain kinks and knives kinks guys innocence kinks really are not the worst problems out there ! I understand that some people take them too far which is not okay and under no circumstances would I ever support someone taking advantage of someone else who doesn't fully comprehend what's going on. But yk what this is?? Mere fantasies. They don't exist, it's just what people like to read so please leave us alone 🩷

And finally, "why is y/n such a pushover omg?"

Wanna start off by saying I don't condone cheating ever !! And I would never write a fic where the reader gets back with the character after they cheat. With that being said, the only fics I have ever seen of that (very VERY few) they have put trigger warnings at the beginning to let you know what you're reading. And for the people who say that the reader shouldn't go back because their partner yelled at them... Guys PLEASE !! I understand that yelling isn't something that should be excused, you should never put your partner in a position where they are scared or feel uncomfortable. However, I also know for a fact that everyone reading this has at one point in their lives yelled at someone. Being loved isn't about loving someone with happy rainbows there's gonna be bad days which I find realistic enough. Partners argue, sometimes relationships even take breaks and people get petty and people yell but you know why?? Cause we're human !!! It's in our nature if we're angry or annoyed or whatever it may be. Of course this behavior shouldn't be excused if it's constantly on show. Although denying the fact that you'd ever get back with someone after they yelled at you during an argument is a little bit childish. I don't mean hate to anybody whatsoever I'm just saying that you're dating a human (hopefully) not an alien (you'd be surprised on Tumblr I actually can't rule that one out) they have emotions and while sometimes they can be misplaced... It doesn't mean they're a bad person for it.

This isn't meant to harm or send hate to anyone !! I've just seen so much hatred spread across Tumblr and it's really upsetting. People should learn to support one another and if you don't like the content, scroll ! Once again this is hate to nobody enjoy ur day/morning/evening/night lovelies !!! 🩷🩷

(sorry for the ramble angels)

[error04landonotfound]

Woke up to over 300 notes on my post about driver hate, which was lowkey unexpected. Nonetheless, I'm thankful for those of you who liked and reblogged it for visibility, because obviously it resonated with a ton of people (and not just Lando fans!!), and it needed to be said.

The Lando hate train has been going for a long time and only seems to be gaining more momentum every day. The worst part? I really don't think that all those people genuinely hate him. I think the majority of people sending all the hate and vitriol to him (and apparently his family, as well) are doing it because it's "cool and trendy."

I'm so tired of seeing the tags of my favorite drivers (not just Lando, because guess what? I like other drivers, too), absolutely LITTERED with hate posts. It's gotten ridiculous.

I just want it to stop.

If you root for any other driver, please stop and think about how your driver would feel receiving even a fraction of the hate Lando gets. And before you say, "oh well, my fave driver does get hate!!" Not like this. There are people sending hate to Lando's family. Let that sink in.

And before I say anything else, I just want to say this: I am genuinely sorry if your favorite driver has received hate from fans of another driver. Nobody deserves it. It's despicable, and it needs to be called out.

Instead of yelling at each other on this hellscape (because that's what it is right now), we should be actively working together to make sure nobody receives hate like this. We should be asking each other, our favorite drivers, and our favorite teams to speak out against this.

It doesn't matter who the hate is directed at. It's wrong, and nobody deserves this.

As I've said before, my DMs are open if anybody feels the need to chat; it's a judgment-free zone, and I welcome fans of all drivers :)

[klausysworld]

Could you do a one shot based on bored from billie eilish, where Y/n leaves Klaus in the end and he realizes the mistakes he made, leaving and cheating on her

Never Enough

Ah

Ah

The games you played were never fun (mm)

You'd say you'd stay but then you'd run (ah)

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Klaus Mikaelson isn’t an easy man to love.

He pushes me away at every chance he gets.

But as soon as I would leave him be then he was back at my door, chasing my attention.

It took far too long to get used to his games. That’s all love is to him, a game. Feelings are toys and so are people, entertainment for him to thrive upon.

And even after I had realised it, I couldn’t stop myself from loving him.

So, somehow every empty promise he gave me, I believed him. Or maybe I just wanted to believe him and that was enough.

But it got to the point where it was just too much to bypass.

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Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

I don't want any settled scores

I just want you to set me free

Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

Say I need

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And yet, even when I knew he had been with another women, when he had treated me as though I were nothing but an object for his pleasure, I found myself apologising to him.

“You know that I love you, I’ve always been there for you. I would never do this to you” I yelled but he only looked angrier

“You love me? You barely look at me! We don’t talk, we don’t touch! We have nothing worth my time!” He bellowed

“I try to” I whispered and he sighed, his hands running down his face

“You have it in your head that I’m doing all of these things, I have been here every step of the way through your incisive whining! You’re sensitivity and your insecurities! I have been right here but I am tired of picking you up, it’s pathetic, it’s boring.” He shouted, his finger pointing at me as he took menacing steps toward me and I followed suit and rushed backwards. His hand came down harshly beside my head against the wall making my body flinch away from the loud noise of impact. I anxiously looked up to him and nodded

“I’m sorry” I whispered “I’ll be better” But he only shook his head, his hand grabbed my jaw forcing me to keep my eyes on his

“There’s no point in this anymore, you don’t want it” he mumbled

“Of course I want this, I love you. Klaus please don’t leave me, not again, please. Please Klaus it’s cruel to do this, just tell me what you want me to do. You know I’d do anything for you” I pleaded, tears running down my face as I held the wrist of the hand on my face.

“Anything?” He questioned

“Anything at all”

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I'm not afraid anymore

What makes you sure you're all I need?

Forget about it

When you walk out the door and leave me torn

You're teachin' me to live without it

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And I truly did everything I could to have him love me even the slightest bit. For him to want me even if it was just for my body. Because I loved him so ridiculously much that it didn’t matter to me if I was just a toy to him, I’d rather it be him than anybody else.

And after a while, the fear was gone.

The screaming matches were just part of the game.

I could hold up my own and fight back at him, rile him up and push him over the edge.

The only thing that still hurt was when he left.

The echo of the door slamming shut rings through my head all of the time.

My knees gave out the second the door closed. I collapsed down to the floor, tears flowing down to the ground despite no sound leaving my lips. My nails pierced through the skin of my arms as I held onto myself. I hated everything about this. It always ended like this, I always ended up just that much more pathetic.

I hated the shell of who I was. Who I am now.

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Bored

I'm so bored

I'm so bored

So bored

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Sitting at him waiting for him for hours was just torture. I knew exactly where he was.

Who’s body his hands were all over.

Who’s mouth was on his.

Who’s bed he was breaking.

But I remained in his bed, waiting for him. Whether it was for him to yell at me and throw things or to just lay beside me and slowly, reluctantly put an arm around me.

He didn’t want anything to do with me anymore but I couldn’t find it within me to let him go.

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I'm home alone, you're God-knows-where (mm)

I hope you don't think that shit's fair (ah)

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“Fair!? You want to talk about what’s fair Klaus? It is not fair that you get to go and fuck whoever you want and then come back and torture me for breathing the wrong fucking air!” I screamed

“If you knew what I was doing then why the hell are you still here? Get out! I don’t want you anymore!”

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Givin' you all you want and more

Givin' you every piece of me

I don't want love I can't afford

I just want you to love for free

Can't you see that I'm gettin' bored?

Givin' you every piece of me

Piece of me

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But once again when I left like he said, well there he was back in my room of my new apartment.

“Shh love, you know neither of us meant that. You know that I love you and I know you love me too.” He murmured while wrapping both arms around me, his chin on too my head.

“I have nothing left to give you” I whispered looking into his chest. “You shouldn’t have come back” I mumbled “please leave”

“We’re destined to be together. You’re all I need, you just have to give me your love, it’s all I could ever want” he countered

“Then why wasn’t I ever enough?” I questioned sadly

“You’ve never truly allowed me to own your heart, I needed it”

“And sleeping with other girls gave you that?” I laughed breathlessly and pressed my forehead to his shoulder

“They made it easier to push you away. But I know that you’re what I truly desire, you’re exactly what I need. I want to marry you.”

“Please don’t lie to me”

“Why would I lie? What do I have to loose?” He asked. I shut my eyes in mental turmoil, was he saying he was nothing without me or that I was nothing?

I think I knew it was the latter but ai just refused to let it be true in my mind.

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I'm not afraid anymore

What makes you sure you're all I need?

Forget about it

When you walk out the door and leave me torn

You're teachin' me to live without it

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It didn’t even hurt when I saw him in our bed with another random blonde.

His head turned to me with that stupid expression on his face before he hurried to follow me down the stairs

“Love!” He called as I reached the front door “y/n, sweetheart, please” he murmured grabbing my shoulder so I would face him. “Forgive me my love, I-“

“It’s fine Klaus” I muttered tiredly and he frowned

“What?” He whispered confusion evident on his face as he took a step closer, only boxers on his body and he was clearly still hard, apparently his blondes weren’t as fulfilling as he had hoped.

“I don’t care anymore Klaus, really it’s fine. Just do whatever you want but for the love of God please just don’t do if in the bed I sleep beside you in” I sighed and he grabbed my hand

“You aren’t upset? Or mad? You aren’t yelling…” he listed with a ludicrous look on his face

“You need to wash your hands” I mumbled with a grimace and he quickly retracted them

“You should be shouting at me” he told me and my brows furrowed

“You want me to yell at you?”

“Don’t you care?”

“Not anymore”

———————————————————————

Bored

I'm so bored

I'm so bored

So bored

———————————————————————

Klaus wasn’t expecting her to sound so tired. So done with everything.

He didn’t really believe she would leave properly.

But when he received a letter in the mail the next day requesting he leave he be, he knew he’d finally pushed her over the edge.

The sick truth was that Klaus enjoyed taking her live and destroying it. He enjoyed hurting her in a way that only he would be able to. He was a sadistic being who after years on being labelled a monster, finally embraced it.

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Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

I don't want any settled scores

I just want you to set me free

Givin' you what you're beggin' for

Givin' you what you say I need

Say I need

———————————————————————

But sat alone in his room, nobody to hold when he felt empty, he realised she was actually an important person in his life.

Despite all the girls he had, none of them seemed to give him anything.

As much as he craved emotionless sex, he found that when the women also had no care towards him, it wasn’t what he wanted.

Y/n looked at him like he was everything she had ever wanted. She touched him like he were the most desirable thing on the planet. Her hands were soft and she wanted to please him, she always made it about him, she told him how good he made her feel and how much she loved him.

He missed how she would sit with him in his art room with her crisps and soda while comments on the colours he chose and complimented his composition choices.

He missed her annoying laugh and sleepy smile.

He missed the state of her hair when she first woke up, the way she would struggle against him and refuse his kisses because she had ‘morning breath’.

He missed her cooking and baking, the way she made his coffee and the shitty shows she had him watch.

He missed their arguments, he missed her tears. He missed how she would fall back into his arms and prove to him that her love for him was true.

He missed her.

———————————————————————

I'm not afraid anymore

What makes you sure you're all I need?

Forget about it

And when you walk out the door and leave me torn

You're teachin' me to live without it

———————————————————————

Calling her phone got him nowhere, his voicemails were never answered.

His witches couldn’t locate her.

All he had left of her was the memory of the empty look in her eyes as she left him.

The clothes in his drawer that she didn’t grab when she rushed away.

The clothes he held to his face each night to help him fall asleep.

The pillow he hugged to his chest to remind him of her.

But it wasn’t her.

He would never have her again.

———————————————————————

[yannaryartside]

SYDNEY'S PART

THE ANALOGY OF THE PARTNER WITH ADDICTION

I just realized this parallel, and I have questions and feelings.

This second scene was one of the most frustrating moments for me, and that is saying a lot. It made me realize the crucial factor that could contribute to Sydcarmy not working despite the underlying feelings and connection.

The scene is obviously about how Sydeny feels guilty for not being able to stand to Carmy and make him stop the chaos. Maybe is also about feeling sad because she doesn't think that he wants to change for her, because if that were the case, he would have done it already. He has verbalized that intention and always, always, leaves her alone and behind (It is hard to keep with you sometimes).

I have been wrestling with the theory that Carmy's and Syd's relationship is acting as an analogy for an addict and their romantic partner. I have been reading this book: Loving someone in recovery. I still need to finish it, but it has given me some ideas. More extended meta-analyses on this subject are coming up. But I wanna concentrate on what the scene is hitting at (I miss ao3).

Notice in Brigade, the woman also says, "until the chemistry changes.", then in the very next scene, you have Sydney decipher a recipe just by chemistry logic, leaving Carmy impressed, and right after, carmy puts Sydney in charge of the restaurant. The clues are all there.

Also, notice how the woman at AA refers to the abuse of substances, but in Carmy's case, it also means abuse in the literal sense, verbal, psychological, and physical abuse.

The show has many scenes in which Sydney treats Carmy's issues with compassion and a firm hand.

"I don't want to be an asshole" "Don't be" aka: I know you know what is right and wrong despite feeling like shit, don't let it get over you.

She keeps her cool while Carmy makes impossible demands and screams. She helps Tina with her dish and completes the task without ever insulting or yelling back at anybody. The toxic techniques that Carmy learned that worked in the culinary industry, she refuses to accept as the norm. She is a chef Terry.

Finding the positive in the worst circumstances, aka, saying Cicero "You are here" or encouraging Richie and the staff. Even reviewing Carmy's recipes with patience and humor

"Is hard to keep with you sometimes' is key word here sometimes, aka: "because the problem is your issues, not you. You are a good person who is deeply hurting, but your actions have consequences for me and the people around you".

The thing is, if we are gonna talk about a partner with addiction, we need to establish the problem (the trauma) and the drugs. I remember watching a movie about addiction, a nurse saying, "Drugs are never the problem (for an addict), they are the solution.

So, the problem (the trauma)

The drug (solution)

You already know my theory that Claire is the equivalent of painkillers/anesthesia. A shallow but pleasing relationship that is always available to attend to your flaws without ever being actual medicine. Because to get better, painkillers are never enough.

BACK TO SYD

Syd really doesn't believe she has a say in what Carmy wants, (God she even believes she is not what Carmy wants, because he wants Claire, that is what it seems to her) just right before this dialogue, she asks him "Do you want me to say something?", from reading the book, it really reminded me of a partner feeling abandoned when the addict would resource to their drug of use to feel good or set back to old habits. That would leave the partner frustrated, depressed, and angry.

To be fair, the fact that Carmy is his boss should be added to the equation. They cannot even be called friends, so why should Sydney say something? Carmy is 24/7 in defense mode, saying things like "You don't have to say it, I already know."

He offered Syd equal partnership, but she didn’t get it. If they had been equal partners she definitely has the power to say something. But she didn’t take the offer, maybe because she suspected (or feared) they would never be on equal ground.

THE KEY QUESTION IS, WHAT DOES SYDNEY SAY?

I am genuinely curious about this. Is Syd (or her leaving) supposed to be a wake-up call to Carmy? That he fucked up something that brought him genuine joy and connection because Syd knew the real him, while Claire liked Logan and Carmy's brokenness? The way Claire would enable him in his bad tendencies? How is he gonna realize all that?

Sydney needs more emotional resources when it comes to conflict resolution. So far, her techniques have been using patience and love (water) against toxicity and bad patterns (fire). There is definitely a need for that. That is what turned everybody around and helped them become their best selves. But it has a toll. And she started the season with "I don't know what the fuck to do right now" and ended the season without a solution. Maybe walking away is the solution.

SYDNEY'S PART

What could this mean for Syd? Sydney may confront Carmy or not. I guess we will have to see.

[mewguca]

I don't feel very well

I feel upset and confused and disappointed

and kind of scared for the future... I don't like when people suffer. i dont want more suffering to happen in this community

I'm still going to try to finish my batch of emote redraws, I think... I only have one more to get done.

I'm trying to distract myself, but it's difficult... I feel like I finally stopped thinking about it entirely the other day and now I can't stop thinking about it again

Please don't harass others, for any reason. it never helps anybody. (i don't think yelling at people on anon is going to do any good either; it's not particularly productive. you should think very carefully about what you say to people and what good you believe it will accomplish.)

and please all be more critical of information you come across in the future... it can help avoid this sort of thing repeating

[prideofcelestia]

❝when he yelled at you but then you started crying❞

« characters - leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor »

« gender neutral reader »

req by @lilithram. i think i diverted quite a bit :")

luci, asmo

satan, barb

simeon, mephisto

LEVIATHAN

Even though Levi had some ground rules in his room that everybody knew about, hardly anybody tried to remember those. How could one be expected to pay attention to a vast list of rules, one of which dictated that a visitor could only walk up to his figurines following the exact path he had taken? Any diversion from the set route would banish the visitor from his room. It was bizarre, but so was Levi and you loved him. So, you entertained the shy demon, and enjoyed it too. Bad blood flowed between you two when you entered his room in a tired state, and forgot to follow some of the rules. Usually Levi cut you some slack. Some slack meant a lot of slack, only because he loved you a lot too, more than he ever let on. However, people whose hearts are filled with love also have their bad days. Levi, finding himself in the middle of one, got irritated at you, and yelled at you without meaning to. Because that's what people sometimes do. It was only when you started crying that he wished for the ground to part and swallow him whole. Well, that was one thing he never, ever, ever wanted to do. Hurt you. Perhaps he could fall into lava and... perish.

When you left his room in a hurry, he gulped and messaged you immediately, spamming your dms with apologies. Without waiting for another moment, he broke quite a few rules himself as he ran out of his room without thinking and stood outside your door. Touching the barrier gently, he shook and whispered.

"[Name], I-I am s-s-s-sorryyyyy waaaah. P-P-Please forgive this yucky otaku I am malfunctioning bye. Sorrrrrry."

BEELZEBUB

He was not one to lose his temper but as it happened, he was hungry and couldn't find the cake he had set aside for himself. It wasn't you who had taken it out, but at that moment, Beel felt such rage bubble up inside himself that his faculties stopped working smoothly. You had only been unlucky to find him precisely then. Without noticing who he was speaking to, he howled - and what a marvelous, beastly howl that was - blaming you for stealing his food. Perhaps if it had been someone who you could expect a scolding from, well someone like Lucifer or Satan, you wouldn't have been as shaken as you were. But Beel, precious, sweet, cinnamon roll Beel made your throat run dry and your eyes water. You didn't know if it was shock or fear of such a tall demon looming over you. Whatever it was, you wished that it would go away.

Beel immediately apologised and fidgeted uneasily before coming to a standstill. He didn't dare reach out or hug you even though he desperately wanted to, for the sake of both of you. A hug would help, and he knew he gave good, warm hughs. Hugs that you loved.

"[Name]... I.. I didn't mean to scare you. I am so so so sorry. Don't be mad at me. I don't even feel like eating anymore..."

He refused to leave your side till he had done all that he could to cheer you up. For the rest of the day, he was seen beside you like a guard dog, or rather a concerned puppy.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been having nightmares for a few days. Despite knowing that it wasn't your fault, he couldn't help but lose his patience when you kept checking on him. Sure he looked grumpy and tired. Heck, he felt grumpy and tired. But he needed to stay away from the root cause of all his misery - you. He knew that he shouldn't have taken out his hatred of humanity on you, but now that he was traumatized by his own misdeed against you, all he wanted was some time to cope. Did he cross a line when he told you to mind your own business? Yes, he shouldn't have screamed at you, but you must understand his pain. He felt his heart constrict when he saw your eyes widen and tears form at the corner of your eyes. Frozen to his spot, he couldn't anything at all as he helplessly saw you dash out of his room and disappear into nothingness.

Oh Belphie, you're such an idiot! Curses on you.

You found a gift at your doorsteps, which had a snow globe inside. Belphie's voice erupted from it, much to your bewilderment.

"I am sorry, [Name]."

He had never been good at apologies face to face.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

ok im not going to tag this but i need you guys to know that my endgame ships for eridan and karkat are

eridan ♦��� karkat

eridan ♥️ roxy

roxy ♦️ calliope

eridan ♠️ calliope

karkat ♥️ calliope

i call it "the polycule only a blood player could love" and although it manages to be perfectly healthy, from the outside, everyone looks like they're cheating on everyone else. nepeta is staring at it going ":33 < dodged a fucking bullet!!!"

Eridan ♦️ Karkat

the ship with the most canon backing. this ship needs to be true before all other ships can be true because it keeps the two of them normal enough to have a shot at romancing anybody else. nobody realized they were pale for each other for an embarrasingly long time because their regular day to day conversations feature slurs and death threats. sometimes looks pitch or flushed from the outside because karkat is a mess who can't stop yelling at people he's trying to romance in the red quads, and because eridan gets really needy sometimes.

Eridan ♥️ Roxy

They get together within five minutes of knowing each other and, despite Rose's protests, never ever break up. Eridan is into cute, pink, bubbly, nice girls, and Roxy is into eccentric troubled princes. Not to mention she fucking loves wizards, and Eridan is a wizard, and that they're both hipsters who use rifles. Also Eridan is weird as hell and Roxy thinks he's hilarious for it. Despite the fact that he puts on this unpleasant, nasty act, he'll pretty much do anything Roxy tells him to, and she likes that. She thinks he has himbo energy. Everyone else thinks she's deranged. Like girl that guy is an insane murderer. Girl he will not stop saying slurs

also their specific abilities are diametrically opposed in an interesting way? prince of hope = can destroy anything he believes he can destroy, rogue of void = can create anything by stealing away its nonexistence. neat!

Roxy ♦️ Calliope

since they aren't trolls and don't need to calm each other down, it's not really a proper moirallegiance, but they're bffffffs and the kinds of silly fun-loving gals who would call their friendship a moirallegiance even if it doesn't have the biological components or serve the social function of one. Two girls that just love each other.

Eridan ♠️ Calliope

biologically, cherubs only engage in pitch romances and are attracted to other cherubs that remind them of the other half they lost in predomination. what i'm saying is that calliope - unfortunately for her - has brother issues. initially put off by eridan's superficial similarities to caliborn - his bluster, his riflekind, his insane logic and thick skull, and how damn often he talks about murder - as they get to know each other, the feeling becomes mutual. eridan is generally totally ok with outright hostility, but calliope's faux-nice smugness when taunting an opponent would drive him nuts, as would the earnestness with which she approaches magic (what kind of POSER needs to RELOAD their WAND), and in general, i think he'd take her genuine well-wishes toward other people as a personal affront, a la "i didn't ever need anybody to look after me!"

they somehow have a 50/50 win ratio at the board games they play, which drives calliope nuts. "believing in your pieces" is not a valid chess strategy!!!!!!!!!

also i think it's fun and thematic, the angel killer and the cherub, whose adult form features hope-shaped wings.

Karkat ♥️ Calliope

We know two things from his crush on terezi: the first is that karkat is into clever, cunning gals, and the second is that he's really fucking messy, the kind of guy who would tell his flushed crush to "set the table on his bone bulge for their candle light hate date." Fortunately, or unfortunately??? for calliope, the fact that he will scream obscenities at her is kind of what she's into. everybody, please, a moment of silence for calliope, who somehow manages to have worse taste in men than roxy.

but yeah more seriously, karkat has a big and loving heart, and so does calliope, while calliope maintains a cleverness and intellect that karkat would be into.

normally, it would be a huge problem for your moirail to be pitch for your matesprit, and we have that both ways here. however, a few factors are mitigating that here. first, eridan will always prioritize karkat or roxy over calliope when they're around. this actually does kind of piss her off, although she feels annoyed that it does. second, calliope is generally mature enough to compartmentalize. third, karkat WILL auspicetize if they aren't careful, and nobody wants that. and fourth, everybody wants to keep roxy happy.

but yeah everyone else watching it is like. are you guys okay? blink if you need help

ofc ship what you want to ship this is not at all me telling you what you should be into. im just saying that these ships have been calculated for Maximum Funnyness, which as we know, is the only objective measure for what makes a good homestuck ship

[starlingflight]

Ginniversary drabble 15

Prompt: #I19 -- The girl shouldn't have been sacked but if he said anything he'd make it worse.

Read on AO3 or below:

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was packed almost to bursting. Harry's plan to sneak under the invisibility cloak was swiftly abandoned; there was no room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter, he slid through the door and was immediately swallowed by the crowd.

The year-long closure had done nothing to dull the shine of the shop. Harry still didn't know where to look, he was captivated by a cacophony of colourful flashes, smoke-plumed bangs, and the sparkling whizz of a hundred different products all fighting for his attention.

His eyes wandered from one bright distraction to another as he navigated the crowd, only stopping when they fell on her.

She was, in his opinion, brighter than any firework could wish to be. The magenta staff robes that he had always thought clashed horribly with the signature Weasley hair, dulled in comparison to Ginny's smile until they were hardly noticeable.

Harry paused by a display of edible Dark Marks (clearance: buy one get one free), watching as Ginny directed a stack of skiving snackboxes onto a free topshelf with her wand.

An elderly woman was talking to her, holding up a fanged frisbee which looked to have been roughly torn from its packaging and now had several fangs missing.

“I'm sorry,” Ginny said, still smiling despite the scowl the woman was throwing at her. “I can't take it back without a receipt.”

“I don't have a receipt!” The old lady practically yelled.

Ginny's knuckles turned white where she gripped her wand. “I know, that's why I can't–”

“Oi, miss!” A middle-aged wizard with a grey beard and two children in tow barged up to Ginny.

The corners of her smile twitched. “I'll be with you in a–”

The bearded wizard shook his head. “I've been looking everywhere for an assistant.”

“Yes, if you could just give me a–”

He interrupted her again, apparently oblivious to the dangerous undercurrent in Ginny's voice that Harry found unmissable. “Does anybody actually work in this shop?”

Even Harry couldn't deny that the red flush slowly creeping over Ginny's face clashed jarringly with the magenta robes now. Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Yes, people do work here,” she hissed. “It might have escaped your attention, because clearly you think the world revolves around you, but we're actually quite busy today.”

The elderly witch gasped dramatically. Harry resisted the urge to grin.

The bearded wizard didn't have the good sense to appear affected by Ginny's tone at all. He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. “I want three bottles of Otter's fizzy orange juice.”

“I want a refund!” The elderly witch chimed in.

A tiny huff of indignation escaped Ginny. Harry was strongly reminded of the puffs of air he'd seen escape an angry dragon's nostrils on more than one occasion. “Well, I want a lifetime supply of fizzing whizzbees, a pet unicorn, and five minutes free of entitled demands, but it looks like none of us are getting what we want, are we?”

The elderly witch clutched at her chest in a great show of shock. The bearded wizard's hands curled into fists. Harry took a step forward, pushing through the crowd in a bid to reach Ginny before the situation escalated.

George got there a moment before Harry did, appearing smoothly from the crowd and clapping a jovial hand on the wizard's shoulder. “Free of charge,” he said, offering three bottles of luminous orange liquid to the man before turning to the elderly witch with a smile that Harry had previously thought was reserved for Mrs Weasley. “If you go and see Verity at the counter, she'll be happy to refund you.”

“What?” Ginny burst out as both the wizard and the witch, apparently pleased with George's offers, melted into the crowd. “A refund? It's missing half its fangs because her grandchild is more feral than the product!”

George laughed loudly; his fingers dug into Ginny's shoulder pulling her back towards the wall. Harry followed, receiving only a short nod from both of them in acknowdgement of his arrival.

They turned to glare at one another in a way that suggested this wasn't their first argument in the four hours since Ginny had taken up employment in the shop. Harry hovered a few steps away.

“Ginny, you're fired,” George said, immediately confirming Harry's suspicions.

Ginny's eyes flicked to him, but Harry remained silent. He didn't think she should be sacked, but if he said anything he'd make it worse. He knew better than to come into in the middle of a Weasley sibling argument.

“You can't be serious!” Ginny fumed. “Because of a few egregiously rude customers?”

George laughed again, a sound that only served to increase Ginny's ire, judging by her expression. “That wasn't egregiously rude… once I had a woman ask me if I wanted to explain to her child why I'd decided to ruin Christmas, because we'd sold out of aviatomobiles.”

Her arms folded and she glared at the polished wooden floor. “Well, that kid's christmas was probably already ruined by having awful human beings for parents.”

‘Thats not the point,'' George persisted. "You made Wally Dixon cry."

"Wally Dixon cries at everything." Ginny shrugged, looking up at George defiantly. "I can't be held responsible for that."

"And I can't have crying patrons fleeing my shop – its bad for business."

“Fine!” Ginny declared. “I didn't want to work here anyway!”

She didn't wait for George to respond, already taking off into the crowd, her hand brushing against Harry's as she sidled past him, presumably to rid herself of the magenta robes.

George watched her go, shaking his head as he turned his eyes upon Harry. “Is it her charming personality that you're attracted to? Or is there something else I'm not seeing?”

[upper-echelon-h3arts]

*MFG goes hiking*

Damon: Guys I think we're lost.

Caroline: Let me see *snatches map* Wrong, we came from the...east?

Bonnie: That can't be right, check again.

Damon: *snatches map back* No dummy we came from the west, not east.

Kai: See this is what happens when you let idiots navigate.

Damon: You think you can do better genius?!

Kai: Of course I can *snatches map*...Bonnie?!

Bonnie: Umm what do you want me to do??

Kai: Its obvious you are the smartest person here, with me coming in 2nd, and naturally, Damon last.

Damon: You little sh-

Stefan: Alright everybody stay calm, nobody panick.

Elena: We're all gonna die!

Caroline: We could get eaten by bears!

Damon: Oh please there aren't any bears in these woods.

*branch snaps in the distance*

Damon: What the hell was that??!

Kai: Your ego taking a beating.

Stefan: Everyone check your cell phones to see if you have a signal.

Damon: Nope.

Bonnie: No signal.

Caroline: I've got nothing.

Stefan: Me neither.

Kai: Bold of you to assume I even brought a phone.

Elena: *peeking at Damon's phone* Who is Donna??

Damon: Alright everybody confess a secret on the count of 3. Okay 1, 2, 3, go!....

*collective yelling*

Damon: I'm in love with my best friend!

Caroline: I'm not a real blonde!

Elena: I ate the last bag of hot cheetos!

Kai: I kissed Bonnie!

Bonnie: You said you wouldn't tell anybody!

Stefan: Elena's a b**h!

Damon: AH HA- I knew it!!!...

Stefan: We should split up to cover more ground.

Elena: *eagerly agrees* Yeah that sounds like a great idea.

Damon: That sounds like a terrible idea.

Kai: I'll go with Bonnie.

Damon: No, I'm going with Bonnie! Bon Bon?!

Bonnie: Ummmmm....*feeling intensely pressured*.....I pick Matt!

Caroline: Wait...where is Matt??!

*everybody looking around baffled*

Damon: Probably fell into a ditch somewhere.

Stefan: Okay Caroline & I will head this way. Damon, Bonnie, & Kai you go that way.

Damon: Fair enough.

Elena: Hey what about me?!

Stefan: Okay Kai you go with Elena.

Elena: Thank you.

Kai: I object!

Damon: This isn't a court room you idiot!

Bonnie: Shoosh shoosh *to Damon* Let him finish.

Stefan: Its been decided, Elena goes with Kai.

Kai: Hmmkay, does anyone have a crowbar?

*Bag of chips rumbling*

Caroline: She has food!

Elena: *failed to quietly chew*

Damon: You said there weren't anymore chips left.

Elena: *mouth is full* When did I say that??

Bonnie: Alright let's be rational about this...

Caroline: Omg this isn't fair, I only had one grape this morning.

Damon: As your sire, I command you to share the chips!....except Kai, don't share with Kai.

Kai: You dick.

Caroline: I'm so hungry!

Bonnie: Me too.

Elena: *proceeds to stuff the whole bag in mouth*

*collective sighing & yelling*

Bonnie: That was our last meal!

Caroline: NOOOO, its spilling everywhere!

Damon: You lied about loving me!

Kai: Aww all over the ground!

Stefan: See this is why we broke up!...

Caroline: Great, now that we're all going to starve to death-

Damon: Let's play Simon says. Okay Simon says, Kai is a douche-bag.

Kai: The only thing douchey is your purse.

Damon: Excuse me, it's called a male fanny pack! And I got it discounted at Sears.

Bonnie: Stop it, the both of you.

Kai: What's that Bonnie?? You want me to punch Damon in the face?!

Damon: The only thing that needs punching is your 40 year old virginity card *holds imaginary phone up to ear* Hello, the 90s called, they want their ugly plaid shirt & frumpy dad shoes back.

Kai: Hey, dad shoes are in style!

Stefan: People, can we please focus.

Elena: Stop fighting over me!!!

*everybody breaks to stare at Elena*

Kai: ....Okay, onto something more relevant.

Stefan: Kai, you have officially earned my respect.

Kai: Nobody asked you Steven...Now back to business *pulls out the real map*

[brawltogethernow]

Who is your least favorite spider-man writer and artist and your most favorite artist and writer of spider-man?

Picking favorites feels surprisingly tricky, not because I can't but because Buscema edges out Romita on art but Conway edges out DeMatteis on writing (by dint of spending thirty straight years + 20 more off and on kicking my ass and how when he falls on his ass it remains fun for me), and these names next to each other are nothing. This is a stupid combination. Really highlights how superhero comics are made by teams and a single dude cannot guarantee quality if they're not vibing with the rest of the carpool. But if I'm picking a team the seventies beats the nineties, and it's sooo disingenuous to try to narrow down one pair of names when that era was Lee/Romita bleeding into Lee/Conway/Romita into Conway/Romita/Kane, also every few issues Mooney dips in to push the Peter having pretty eyelashes agenda and then leaves. Like some of the best art in this era had Kane doing pencils and Romita inking, and I like their combined style more than Romita penciling his own work if we're talking the period where he was still a full time illustrator, but I midkey dislike Kane's pencils inked by everybody else. I looked up who was illustrating 90's Web with Conway on scripts and it turns out the art I like best is a penciler and inker team and the quality takes a dive whenever either of them takes a month off and leaves the other one in a substitute's hands. You know! Team efforts! Anyway here are some iconic combinations in no order cherry picked to cut out overlap and sneak more people in.

Yes Please:

DeMatteis/Buscema

SSM #180

There's a rhythm to this team's work I've full stop never seen anywhere else.

Lee/Romita

ASM #83

The Vibe.

Conway/Andru

ASM #145

The number of times Gerry Conway has kicked my ass. u_u With Romita Sr. and Andru the most distinctive art trait is the faces - Andru's were never as doll-perfect as Romita's, and that's kind of the best thing about them?

Now guys I hate on the other hand. Way less complex. Debated whether to answer this because I try not to go on about who in the industry sucks at their job but this is not because I couldn't.

Please No:

Spencer/Otley

ASM (2018) #30

It should have been difficult to outdo the preceding run, but writing that was simultaneously nonsensical and insulting, deflated pacing where each issue achieved about as much as a single newspaper strip, a teeth-first art style where every face sports a pained grimace and the meandering composition always scores a D-, and the finishing touch of colors that I can only describe as Averaging Out to Oatmeal...combined to create some of the worst comics I've ever seen. Spencer and I appreciate so many of the same comics and his understanding of what makes them good is so poor that it's almost like receiving a personalized hate letter.

Slott/anybody

ASM #546

He can write well which just makes it worse. I don't even know where to start enumerating his crimes. Like do I just pick one anecdote? When there are so many?

Land (the porn trace guy)

Symbiote Spider-Man: Alien Reality #2 but I could have opened anything and found a bad traced yelling face

You know. The guy. Who traces from porn. That guy. He remains gainfully employed despite being known for this. Does he have dirt on an important executive?

Campbell (yes he watermarked the one on the left two separate times AFTER signing it)

ASM (2018) #2 variant, Renew Your Vows #11 variant

If you're distant from the recent comics scene it's hard to convey how omnipresent this guy is. He's like the comic sans of artists. After having the way he draws women ripped to shreds by social media over a decade ago, Campbell doubled down and has since then drawn hundreds of pinups of identical women in invisible high heels making the exact same face. Singlehandedly a huge factor in how people visualize MJ becoming "skinny carrot top with a pointy chin and freckles". He's proud of this.

[alyswritings]

JJ x daughter reader please.

The toddler hears her dad arguing with the pogues and she hates it when people shout and he gets a bit too mad that he maybe was gonna go for John B? Then she cries and tells them to stop and that she doesn’t like it, then JJ feels bad realising that she’s watching him and she runs back into the bedroom crying as she thinks Jj and John B won’t be friends ever again

Y/N walks out of the room when she hears yelling. She peeks around the corner at where her dad, aunts, and uncles are all shouting at each other. She glances between them as they all angrily shout at each other.

JJ gets close to John B, practically in his face, the two continue to yell at each other.

Y/N starts to cry, sobbing when JJ shoves John B back. John B shoves him back, the other pogues quickly intervening.

"Stop it!" They all turn to the sob. "Stop! Please, stop." She whimpers.

JJ's eyes widen, all the anger leaving his body at his freaked out daughter. Y/N continues to sob as she runs back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Fuck." JJ winces, running his hands through his hair. He walks over to the bedroom and slowly opens the door. Heart breaking at the three year old curled up on the bed as she attempts to comfort herself.

JJ softly shuts the door behind him and sits on the bed.

"Baby." He gently calls, placing his hand on her back. He rubs her back as she continues to sob. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay. We're okay."

"No." She cries, sitting up, JJ frowning at her red rimmed eyes. "You're fighting."

"It's okay, baby. Sometimes friends fight." JJ says.

"I don't wanna leave Uncle JB." She cries.

"We're not leaving anybody."

"So... so you're-- you're still friends?"

"Of course we are. We've always been friends and we'll always be friends. You will always have your Uncle JB. Along with Uncle Pope and Aunt Kie and Aunt Sarah. Sometimes friends fight, but we always make up and are fun again."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asks, sniffling.

"Positive. By tomorrow, we'll have completely forgotten about whatever stupid thing we were fighting about." JJ tells her.

Y/N nods and climbs into his lap, cuddling into his chest. JJ tightly hugs her, kissing her on the head.

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 12 ⤍ looking disrespectfully

currently, you were live-streaming playing valorant with gaeul, jiwon, rei, and hyunseo. you were all on a winning streak.

since the games were going well, you only interacted with chat when you were dead,. 

as you were catching up thanking some subs and bits that you recived, you read a comment that got your attention immediately.

user1 GO TO KAZUHA'S STREAM RN

"why? i swear if she's doing something to expose me again i'm actually fighting her" since you were dead you decided to tab out and check her stream before the next round started. 

once you pulled her stream up, you immediately saw why people were urging you to join it.

this girl is really shoving her abs in the camera and then smiling like innocently like she didn't do what she just did.

gameryn i am looking very disrespectfully rn 😍

gameryn I MOANED

once your team noticed you were out of the game and you weren't responding gaeul yelled at you, "y/n! y/n! get your head in the game!"

"shit" you freaked out tabbing back into the game, "sorry my bad. i'm here, ready to play. i'm back"

you quickly bought your loadout and ran to where the rest of the team was. you saw that you had a couple of more seconds before the round started, so you picked up your phone to send a quick message to kazuha.

you played through the round, but once the last person was killed you opened up kazuha's stream on your second monitor. since she was doing a workout stream she wasn't paying as much attention to chat which led you to say whatever you wanted in the chat.

gameryn MY EYES ONLY PLZZ

gameryn THE WAY I'M ACTUALLY IN LUV

gameryn MY LITERAL LOVER

username1 kind of parasocial @gameryn

gameryn parasocial? we're literally dating

username2 that's funny because that's literally my wife @gameryn

gameryn don't lie, she's only loyal to me

gameryn i'm jk we can all be delulu together

kazuha finished the workout session and took the time to look at the comments. she responded to some questions, and laughed while reading your comments arguing with her community.

"y/n me and kkura were talking about how our video is almost at 100K. we're going to have to start planning part two soon"

gameryn SHE NOTICED ME

gameryn but damn i didn't know it would happen this soon

"i did tell everybody i know to like it so this would happen faster"

gameryn u really wanna see me again that bad😉

"and if it was" kazuha responded.

gameryn i mean i wouldn't complain

"but y/n we still have to plan a day for a horror game" kazuha reminded.

you almost closed out of her stream and acted like you never heard anything after that.

gameryn nvm y'all can have her

"come on we have to do it for the ynzuha shippers" she said referring to the number of people agreeing with her in chat.

gameryn nobody even asked for it until u brought it up

"please it'll be so fun" kazuha begged.

gameryn fine ig i'll do it...

"everybody take a screenshot so y/n can't back out" kazuha told her chat excitedly.

after that, you had the time to ask yourself why you just agreed, but you also had the time to notice that you were still in a valorant game.

"y/n is really quiet today" hyunseo pointed out.

"it's because y/n keeps tabbing out when she's dead" rei complained making you look back at the game and finally take notice of your death count compared to everyone else's.

"i'm actually not tabbing out anymore" you retorted. i'm just using my second monitor.

"if we want to win we need y/n to be 100% in" jiwon declared.

"i am 100% in. i only stop paying attention to the game when i'm dead"

"are you dying on purpose to do whatever you're distracted with"

"no of course not" you said not convincing anybody with the tone.

when kazuha ended her stream you closed out of the tab on your second monitor, putting your attention back on the game you were playing.

"okay, i will be fully focused from now on" you sat up in your seat, and leaned closer to your monitor.

and you were until kazuha responded to your text from earlier.

"chat kazuha just invited me over but the last game just started" you told your chat as you put your phone down, "i need y'all to not snitch on me so i can get ready"

you turned your camera off so you could do your face routine and brush your teeth. didn't need anybody taking any screenshots of those moments.

you took the time while the game was loading in and the period of time before the first round starts to do a speed run of your face routine. luckily the game took forever to load in so by the time the first round was about to start you only had your face mask left.

rei noticing you were still afk asked you, "y/n what are you even doing right now"

"sorry i'm in the middle of my face routine right now" you apologized as you grabbed your face mask for the last step.

"ain't no way you're doing this again" rei said, "it's my rank up game y/n"

"i'm not even that distracted this time" you said as you ran to a random site.

the game was going well at 10-2 at the second half. everybody was warmed up, plus you had the dedication to get out of the game so you could leave and everybody else wanted to help rei rank up.

"this game needs to hurry up. i'm trying to get the fuck out of here" you expressed.

"same" hyunseo agreed, "are you tired too?"

"no, i'm going out after this game is over"

"since when?" gaeul asked.

"since i got invited" you answered like it was obvious.

"where are you even going? we don't have anything planned tonight" jiwon asked you.

"to hang out with one my friends" you informed her.

"huh? at this time?" jiwon checked her time again only to see it was indeed 11 o'clock.

"one of my friends just texted me and asked me to come over. it was last minute" you explained.

"can you at least finish the game"

"i am. i'm just getting ready so i can leave as soon as the game is over" you said.

at match point, you decided to brush your teeth which didn't turn out to be a good idea because you needed your other hand to actually play.

"sage and raze are both lit" you called out slightly muffled because you were brushing your teeth.

"huh? what did you even just say?" jiwon asked confused.

"sage and raze are both lit" you repeated after you moved the toothbrush out of your mouth.

"1 hookah, out hookah" jiwon one-tapped the sage killing her instantly.

jiwon sent out a blind while backing into garden.

"you win these liz" hyunseo whispered.

jiwon killed the last person with another one-tap winning the game.

you unmuted and cheered for both jiwon and rei, "congrats on ranking up rei. i'm so proud of you i really watched you grow up" you left the call not waiting for any type of response. you turned your camera back on to say your goodbyes to your stream. after ending the stream you got ready to leave for kazuha's house.

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[bigdreamerpeach]

A New won Friend

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After a week , where flumbo is now a Part of the family now , anybody form the kindergarte loves him.

They doing things with him like reading or clean up the mess what people do.

Jumbo Josh shares his Brokkoli with him , opilas Babys playing with him , Banbaleena learns with him maths or other lessons

Even Bittergiggle spent time with flumbo , who loves the Jesters jokes

Any body are being friends with him ... Well

Only one Person don't like him...

Ban Ban wasn't happy to have Flumbo around. He is annoyed sometimes. He try to go out of his way but it doesn't make all better ..

..more worst

Ban Ban want some time alone, like always now there flumbo is around. He hear him laughing, giggling and speaking with the others. Ban ban starts getting hungry and went put to get some food , is was no flumbo around.. Well only for seconds

" Hayyyy ban ban , how are you i didn't see you at all today ,anything okay?".

"Yeah , i'm fine." He said , try not to be Sound rude or mean

" Really? You looking a bit grumpy". He said to ban ban

" i said i'm fine flumbo". He said with his food in his hands

" Well, okay then , see ya later to the Team Meeting."

Wait ... now He is on the Team Meeting now? A nightmare for ban ban came Alive , but he know he need to being friendly to him , because the others.. even he want slap flumbo in the face , he couldn't

Some hours later the Team Meeting starts, with the others and this time with flumbo. All now start talking about thing to make the Kindergarten better for childrens.

Ban ban write something on paper. Not even talk to the others.. He just writing

After a while Flumbo starts laughing. Ban ban looks up and see the others are poking him with pens. Ban ban just rolls his eyes, annoyed from the laughing

After a while he speak..

" Guys please , stop poking him with the pens okay , this Situation is serious". He said , a bit angry

The others stops without a Word. Flumbo was confused why did they stops, did they are scared from ban ban? Or what it wrong

"Come on ban ban , we just playing around , whats wrong with that?".

" Because we are wanna talk about ideas to make the Kindergarten better flumbo , we don't have time for childish games." He said , madly

" awww but its funny." He said , poking sheriff toadsters sides, making the sheriff giggling

" stop that Flumbo , now". Ban ban said this with more anger in his voice

" Fine , You're a Funstopper " Flumbo said

" a funstopper ?... A FUNSTOPPER??!!". He yelled at flumbo , who twitch because the loud noice

" i am sick of you flumbo , you are so much annoying , loud and other things , i am the only one here to be serious right now and you are just playing like a little child !!! I HATE YOU!! ."

Silence...only silence..

All looking at Flumbo , who allmost crying. Bittergiggle softly pulls him into a hug.

" Ban Ban! " The others yelled

But Ban Ban left the room , without a Word.he went back to his room.. was he to hard to Flumbo? Did he overload it? He didn't want to make flumbo crying to be honest but his anger cames over him...again

" great ban ban .. now you make a other Person cry.. why i can't control this side of me..".

He feels bad yelled this mean words to Flumbo. He knows that flumbo is more like a child and whats to play around and wanna make friend

He get kicked out of mind as somwone open his door... it was flumbo

" Hey ..you okay ? You go without a Word and-...

" I am sorry ...truly i am sorry , i didn't want to make you cry flumbo , the anger take the Overhead of me again , it happend sometimes when i am angry.. ".

" its okay , i'm not mad .. i know i acting like a little child and i maybe go to far with this hehe".

Ban Ban looks at him , Flumbo war the First one who forgives his After a few minutes , he Show with eyes contact that flumbo can sit next to him , what he does

" anyone have a little Blackout or a angerattack, thats normal and know thing to worry about."

Ban ban still feeling bad , he was happy that flumbo wasn't mad at him but he know he make someone crying and this makes Ban Ban worried

Then ban ban feel someone push him down the bed.. it was flumbo , who's sitting on him now

" Flumbo , what are the heck you doing ??".

" i just wanna help you to forget what happend a while ago , its not good to live in the past you know. " He told Ban ban as he cuddles him

Ban Ban look at him

" i'm not really a cuddler Flum-EEEEE!!!!".

He felt hands on his sides, he looks to Flumbo , who's grinning now

" Are you.... Ticklish?? ."

" No ypu just surprise mehehehahahahhh!!!".

He starts laughing as Flumbo sqeezes his sides. This was now the worst ,.only banbaleena knows he is ticklish and now a other know this , not good

" Pfffff!!!! Aaahhahhah!! Stop stop stop stop!! Flumbo please don't!!! Eeekkk!!!".

" tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle heheheh i never knew that you are ticklish Ban Ban , thats so cute , coochie coochie coo ~ ".

Flumbo move his hands up to Ban ban ribs, making him more laugh

" AAAAKK!!! IIIHIIHIHIHIHHAHAHAA!!!! NO NOT THERE NOT THHEHEHEERE!!!! FLUMBO PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!!! I CAHAHAN'T TAKE IT!!! PLEASE!!! "

" hehehe , wooow i found your weakspot already?? Hehehe funny ."

After 5 Minutes flumbo stops his tickle attack , letting ban ban catch some air.

" ohh...my goohohod , phewww ehehe "

" you okay? "

" yep heheh , i just need some air "

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Meanwhile, the other see all of this little tickle attack from flumbo, they are happy to see them happy. They smiling and just being happy Ban Ban and Flumbo now are friends

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Back to Flumbo and ban ban. Both are sitting next to the other

" i will get revenge on you , mister." He touch his foot , what makes flumbo jumps back

" Oh??? I am not the only one whos ticklish".

Ban ban grinning, flumbo gets nervous

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There is a New story guys

Have fun , bye bye