#shit looks so flimsy💀

[in-mothman-we-trust]

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red bull racing @ their rear wing:

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“Rosy”

A/N: I swear ideas hit me at the most random moments ever 💀 after not writing for a bit and coming back to a kinda awkward work situation, it felt good to write something silly and hot! I admittedly was thinking of my wife @strang3lov3 (who also made this sexy lil mood board) when I wrote this 🤭 enjoy!

~word count: 1.6k~

Summary: pornhub sent you a package containing new sex toys that just hit the market! Joel wants a tutorial on how the rose toy works ;)

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, use of sex toys, established relationship, teasing, flirting, real intimacy, oral (f!receiving) adult content, mentions of the porn industry, potential succession spoilers, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

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“Personally, I think the rose toy is the most affordable oral pleasure toy on the market. While it doesn’t entirely replicate the feeling of oral sex, it comes pretty damn close in my opinion.” You spoke sweetly in front of the camera that was positioned at the foot of the bed.

Pornhub had personally sent you a box of new sex toys that had just hit the market and they wanted you to post a review of the toys to your instagram reels (safe for work, of course). From suction cupped dildos, to rabbit ear vibrators, you had a plethora of toys to try out. And while this was originally planned to be a solo content video…that all went to shit when Joel strolled upstairs, dripping in sweat from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. Shirtless, glistening tan skin that was begging to feel your hot tongue drag across it.

“What’re you up to, baby love?” He rasped, strong back leaned against the doorframe, broad arms crossed against his chest, damp towel draped across his shoulder.

“Filming some content for the hub. They sent me a package of new sex toys that just hit the market.” You looked over at him with a small grin.

He hummed in response, pushing himself off the side of the door and strolled into the bedroom. “S’that so? Mind if I take a look at what we got goin’ on here? Maybe you and I will have to try somethin’ out later.” He said suggestively with a coy wink.

“I tried the rose toy out after my shower earlier. It’s actually pretty neat, and for the price point, I think it’s a decent replacement for the real deal.” You patted the spot next to you on the bed, not caring about the fact that he was still drenched in sweat. Neither you or Joel were shy when it came to bodily fluids.

“Ohh. Is that the toy that claims to be comparable to gettin’ eaten out?” He sat down alongside you, taking the rose shaped toy from between your hands and studied it with an amused expression on his face. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckled, looking over at you with a small grin playing on his lips. “Care to give me a tutorial on how this ‘lil sucker works?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your boyfriend's cheeky request and gave him a light shove to the shoulder with your hand. “How about you cut past the formalities and just say that you want to see my pussy, Joel.”

He laughed, warm and deep, rumbling up his chest as he met your challenging gaze. He leaned over, brushing his thumb across the plump flesh of your lower lip, “sweet girl, I always want to see your pretty pussy, but m’curious. Wanna see what all the fuss is about over this rose toy.”

“You’re that curious, huh? Well, I suppose I could give you the tutorial on how it works, baby. But I’m lazy and came already, mind helping me out?” You batted your lashes at him flirtatiously just as he leaned in to land a quick peck on your pretty lips.

“Course I can. Cus’ I know how much work it is for ya to take off those flimsy ‘lil panties of yours.” He quipped teasingly. “I’ll do all the work for my girl. Jus’ lay on your back and guide me through it, ‘kay?”

“God, I love you so much.” You mumbled into his lips, kissing him sweetly with your fingers gently scraping through the patches in his beard eliciting a low hum to vibrate up his chest.

“Love you more, baby love. Now, chop chop. Gonna run us a nice relaxing bath later with a freshly rolled joint.” He kissed you once more and gently patted the inside of your thigh with that big warm palm of his. “Might need you to rub my back later. Lifted a bit too hard at the gym with Tommy.”

“Whatever you want, baby. I’ll happily soak in the tub with you and rub your back afterwards.” You slowly detached your lips from the shared kiss, scooting yourself back against the array of pillows and plopped down on your back, thighs already spread to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders.

“And we’ll order whatever take out you’d like and catch up on the episode of Succession that we left off on. Need to find out if Roman and Gerri are gonna fuck, or if he just likes to be degraded by her.” He added with a chuckle, maneuvering himself to rest on his elbows between your spread thighs.

“God, Joel. Don’t stop! Keep talking dirty to me like that!” You said playfully, peeking down at him just as he looped his thumbs into the elastic band of your panties and slowly began to pull them down over your hips.

“You’re a piece of work today, y’know that baby love?” He shook his head with a grin, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh, nipping at the plush flesh playfully with his teeth. “Roman Roy getting degraded really get you goin?’”

“Absolutely. He’s fucking sexy, and I would let Kieran Culkin do absolutely heinous things to me.” (Me too girl, me too). “Now, there’s a button on the side, and basically the center part suctions in air around your clit imitating what oral sex feels like. Only downside is that you have to place it directly against your clit otherwise you don’t get that sensation.”

“Fascinating.” He mused, pulling your panties down over your ankles and tossed them to the side. “It vibrates too, right?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, reaching behind you to adjust the pillows behind your head so you were more comfortable. “Another downside is that it’s pretty fucking loud. Not that we have to worry about that sorta thing here, but if someone is buying it to be discreet? Probably isn’t the right choice for them.”

The evidence of your prior orgasm was staring Joel right in his admiring gaze, puffy lips, glistening folds and a bead of pearlescent cum dripping from your weeping hole. It was a sight that he was certain he’d never tire from. He pressed the on button, listening to the device whir to life. “Does it have multiple settings as well?”

“Yeah, it does. Eight I think? I’ve tried them all, but I’m old school when it comes to that. I also didn’t believe that it could get me off in less than five minutes, but it sure gets the job done.”

“Less than five minutes? Damn, okay, little rose toy. I see you.” He rasped, brows furrowed as he gazed into the center opening of the toy, trying to decipher how the mechanics of it worked.

“Yep! I was pretty shocked myself, but it doesn’t compare to your tongue, Joel. There’s no competition there.” You reassured him, but then again, Joel never found himself to be intimated or threatened by sex toys.

“Don’t doubt that for a second, baby love.” he chuckled. “Want me to play with ya a little, or just let the toy do all the work?”

“So tempting, baby. But for the purpose of science, I just want you to see how it works up close.” You said softly.

“Sure thing, baby love. Whatever you want from me, pretty girl s’yours.” He spit a glob of saliva right into the center of the toy as he was curious to see how it would operate with the excess moisture. He placed it between your thighs, first gently gliding it between your folds, and then dragging the suction part of it over your clit. He dropped his head down, getting up close and personal with your pussy so he could see the little device suckle on your clit.

You let out a content sigh, relaxing further into the comforter as your body slowly began to buzz back to life, the nerve endings in your clit tingling and pulsing from the moderate sensation. “Yeah, just like that.” You spread your thighs further, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks from the sight of Joel intently studying your pussy. “But you see what I mean about the noise level? It��s not very discreet at all.”

He shook his head, licking his lips as his eyes flickered from between your thighs and up to your face. “Yeah, it’s not very discreet at all, huh? I get the appeal, though. It’s feminine, dainty, shaped like a flower. Looks extremely pretty sucking on that sweet little clit of yours, baby love.” He rasped lowly, tone dripping in arousal.

“Joel.” You warned, eyes narrowing at the smirk slowly creeping over his lips.

“What?” He chuckled. “M’jus’ makin’ an accurate observation based on the view I’m gettin.’”

“Yeah, but somehow—someway, everything that leaves your mouth sounds fucking hot. Feminine, dainty, shaped like a flower? Are you trying to kill me, Joel?” You asked playfully, keening your hips forward when the suction part of the toy slipped off your clit.

“Thought we were jus’ doin’ this for science, baby love?” He teased, “Unless…your pussy wants somethin’ a little more than what this toy can provide.” He trailed off, eyes staying locked on yours.

“Damn you, Miller.” You huffed, throwing your head back as you muttered under your breath, “Well, maybe just for science, we should compare the toy to the real deal?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He winked coyly, pressing the off button and tossed the silicone toy in the direction of the box laying on the bed. He wasted no time to grab the underside of your thighs, pulling you down further with your ankles locked around the back of his head. The second his tongue swirled around your clit, and his lips wrapped around the bud and sucked inwards, that little flower shaped toy could not even compare to Joel Miller and his skillful tongue splitting you open and making you sing his name.

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[retromotherfuckers]

If You Win Or Lose

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), john winchester, sam and dean are only mentioned, will mciver (OC)

Summary:

after the death of the boy she loves, morgan runs away. but nothing lasts forever.

Warnings:

SPN typical alcohol abuse & violence, themes of mental illness, parental abuse, MAJOR gaslighting, character death. please let me know if i missed anything

Word Total:

2,425

A/N:

you don't need to read When The Sun Sets to understand this. this is a one shot within that universe, but it predates that series, and also the show itself

it is of my humble opinion that john was an abuser, even if the show refused to acknowledge that. this is essentially an insight into his and morgan's relationship

so yeah, this one ain't too happy. i don't think i'm capable of writing happy shit 💀

morgan may have fallen in love w a dude but our girl is not straight

italics are flashbacks or thoughts

dean: 19, morgan: 18, sam: 15

Four fingers of whiskey fill and drain over and over. In the shitty hotel bar, she sat up against the decaying oak wall in a flimsy chair. A hazy world surrounded her, everything moving in slow motion. The few other stragglers had no notion of what was brewing in her mind - the darkness that shrouded her eyes, making colors look muted in the small neighborhood. It seemed no one knew how much she depended on the amber liquid to keep things still.

Morgan had been around people all her life, but she'd never once felt a real kind of companionship with them. She knew her brothers cared because they had to; she knew they tried. She just wished that when they asked if life was okay, they'd somehow know her answer was bullshit. That they'd somehow cut off the lies spilling from her lips and just say that they know.

But Sammy was only fifteen. He wasn't old enough to really be able to tell, and if he could, she was the older sister. What she said was what he believed. And Dean was Dean. Not the best emotional support person.  

They never did catch it, and that was the point. As long as she said she was fine, they believe it because that's what they want to hear. They didn't want to know that she hadn't felt like her home was her home in years. Even if that home was the rumble of an engine and cassettes so loud, she couldn't hear herself think. 

They didn't know that she had done things only the lowest of the low would even think of just to keep moving. They don't want to know that the only reason she got out of bed was so she could ease the hangover from the night before. They didn't want to know how hard it was to ask when it was her turn for anything better than this and to keep getting ignored. They didn't want to know that her real reason for living was gone but that his dying wish was for her to keep going. 

"Just promise me you'll try."

They didn't want to know that sometimes she could hurt so bad that she stopped feeling anything at all. That she knew her heart was still beating, but her lungs had stopped pumping oxygen. That waiting for her eyes to stop feeling so heavy while she watched the world spin was worse than actually being a part of it. And even with all that frigid emptiness, there was a widening hole in her chest where a person used to be. And now that he was gone, the ceiling was about to cave in, and all she had left to hold it up was a little white bag and a bottle.

"Where the hell have you been?" The familiar voice broke her from her thoughts, the same that had been repeating for months, on and off, like a scratched record. She didn't have to look up to see who it was. She knew that voice. It's half of the voices that raised her, but not the one who deserved the credit.

She didn't acknowledge him, stuck staring at her drink. His voice made her shiver, and she was too much of a damn coward to face him. "Around."

"Really?" John said, his tone hardening with her one-word response. "'Cause to me, it looks like you ran away and went missing like a child. For. Two. Months."

She took a large gulp of her drink, almost downing the whole thing in one go. She had rehearsed this conversation countless times, waiting for the flash of civilian life to end and for him to find her. But now that it was happening, she felt like a fishing boat in a storm, tossed around by waves of fear and wrath.

Her father's gaze was oppressive, cold, and unyielding. Green eyes cut into her, making her feel like he was staring right through her. She always felt small around him. He had always known the right words to use to humiliate her.

"Let's go," He ordered, not even sitting down. It was like he knew this wasn't even a discussion to be had. She would obey, and that was the end of it. "The boys are waiting."

"Dad," Morgan began, her voice shaky and horse. "I'm not going back."

She could imagine John's lips curled into a sneer as his eyes bore into her. Daring her to defy him more. "You don't get a choice. You're coming. That's final."

Morgan felt a surge of anger. "Why can't you just let me be? I know what's good for me more than you do."

John stepped closer, his face inches from hers. "You belong with your family, not out here alone when we're not there to protect you. I taught you better than that."

It wasn’t praise. John Winchester wouldn’t know praise if it bit him in the ass. He did teach her better than that, and since she’s deliberately not following orders, she’s less than worthless.

She recoiled slightly, the familiar pang of anxiety twisting in her gut. "This isn't about family, dad, it's about-" She fumbled over her words, unsure if she could say it, but hoping for some surge of courage she hadn't had her whole life. "It's about how you can't stand that I'm walking around without you making my own decisions. You just wanna control me-"

John's hand lashed out, slapping the counter beside her, making her visibly flinch and effectively cutting her off. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me? I don't need to control you; you need me to do it. To keep you alive," he sneered. "And the running away from your shit and pretending we don't exist just proves it."

Morgan's eyes welled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Everything you've done," Her voice shook as she spoke. "You've done for yourself and your twisted little fantasy of finding the thing that killed Mom."

He grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vise. "Oh, yeah? And what do you think you can do to stop me?" She yanked her arm free, the skin already bruising. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of doubt. But then his expression hardened, and he took a step closer, his shadow enveloping her. "You're making a big mistake, Morgan. You'll regret this."

She took a deep breath, her resolve wavering. The sooner she got away, the better. "The only mistake I made was not getting out earlier."

As she turned to leave, John's hand shot out, grabbing her shoulder and keeping her still. His voice was low and twisted with fury. The deep growl and the warmth of his breath in her ear made chills run up her spine.

"You think you can just walk away from me?"

Morgan's heart sank into her stomach. It wasn't a threat, but she could feel one coming. Her strength was slipping away, the familiar terror clawing at her mind. She'd never be able to hide from him for too long. Just look at her now, it had only been two months.

She was smart. But John was smarter.

"You're coming home, whether you like it or not." He took her stunned stillness as his queue to spin her around, forcing her chin up to look at him. She'd probably have marks on her jaw from how tight he was holding her. "You're really gonna leave us to fend for ourselves? You're so damn selfish-"

"I haven't been selfish a day in my fucking life-"

Her father scoffed as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Well, by your logic, you're picking the wrong time to start." He got closer if it was even possible, and he looked at her like she was the dirt he loved to walk over. "Will's dead, Mo, and it's your fault. I told you not to go on that hunt alone, but what did you fucking do? You ignored me, like always. When are you gonna learn that you need me? Boy-Toy's not coming back, you saw to that. Stop wasting everyone's time and get over it."

Boy-Toy. That's all John saw him as now. Even though he liked to call Will's parents the closest people he had to friends besides Uncle Bobby. 

Will had been with them for a year and a half when his parents died. They were helping him look for his aunt, the only family he had left. Only problem was they only knew her first name and that she was his mother's sister. So Will, Morgan and Sam searched for his aunt, while John and Dean searched for the demon.

For a while, things were okay. John was slightly more neutral when Will was around, starting fewer arguments and hitting them less. But when he walked in on them hooking up, Dean had to haul her father off of the boy. And then off of Morgan, too.

Two months ago, Morgan was desperate to prove herself to her father. Dean had already completed three solo hunts as a trial run. John wanted to see what he was capable of. Dean surpassed his expectations, as he always did. A rougarou, two vengeful spirits and a vampire taken care of in three weeks.

Will hadn't wanted to go on that hunt without help, but Morgan was frantic. She had to show her father what she was made of, but when Will discovered her plans, he was not going to let her do it alone. 

The air is thick with tension, each step bringing them closer to the lair of the wendigo they've been tracking for days. The forest is dense, moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. The silence of the night is broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

"Are you sure about this?" Will whispers, his voice barely audible.

Morgan turns to him, her blue eyes fierce and determined. "Yeah! We can do this, I swear."

They press on, the beam of their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Suddenly, a chilling growl echoes through the trees. Their hearts start racing as they tighten their grip on their chosen weapons. They're close.

The wendigo lunges out of the shadows, its eyes glowing with a malevolent type of starvation. Will fires his shotgun, but the creature is too fast. It knocks him to the ground, claws slashing through his shirt.

"Will!" Morgan screams, rushing to him. He struggles beneath the wendigo's weight, blood pooling from his wounds.

"Go!" He shouts, but his words are so garbled she hears her name, like a plea. "It's too strong!"

And Morgan can't leave him; he knows she would never. She swings her machete with all her strength, striking the creature's back. It howls in pain, momentarily distracted. Will uses the opportunity to push it off him, but the wendigo retaliates with a vicious swipe, its claws sinking deep into his chest.

"No!" Morgan drops to her knees beside Will as the wendigo retreats into the shadows. "No, no-"

Will's breathing is ragged, and he squeezes his eyes shut in distress. "Mo... I'm sorry..."

"Don't talk like that," she says, tears already streaming down her face. "You're gonna be okay, you'll be fine. We'll get you back to Dean. He'll know what to do."

Will reaches up, his hand trembling as he gently touches her cheek. His eyes are wet, too, but he quickly tries to hide the pain he's in. He graces her with a smile, but it's gone as fast as it appears. 

"Remember when Dean was giving me shit for how long my hair is?" He waits for her to nod. It doesn't take her so long to react because she doesn't remember. She takes a few extra seconds because she can't figure out why he's bringing that up right now. "You shut him up so fast," he says with a strained laugh. "You definitely liked me first."

Morgan chuckles through her tears, but the light memory doesn't last too long in her mind.

He's dying he's dying he's dying

"But I love you, Mo...please...remember that."

"Stop it. You don't get to say that as a goodbye," she demanded, but her voice didn't have the force to make it believable. "You're not allowed to tell me you love me and then die. It's not fair."

"I'll be okay," he rasps. "Just promise me you'll try. Promise me…" His voice fades from there. He has more he wants to say, Morgan can tell, but he used up all his strength.

"Will, please," She begs, her words cracking. "Don't-"

But Will's eyes flutter closed, his hand falls lifelessly to the ground, and Morgan screams.

She doesn't have it in her to set up a pyre. Will doesn't want that. He says it feels barbaric to him. He came from a hunting family and knew it was to prevent the possibility of becoming was a vengeful spirit, but he’s never wavered. He wants a real burial, like normal people have. He wants his family and friends there; they don't have to say anything, just be there.

"It just doesn't feel right, you know? We should be returned to the earth and all that crap. It's more…I don't know, peaceful."

Hours later, as dawn breaks, she buries him under an oak tree. She stands alone - yet another way she's letting him down. Her heart and mind are in tatters, her tears mingle with the soot. She can't face her family, not after what just happened. She can't bear her father’s inevitable punishment. Or her brothers’ pity. Or the possibility that they hate her for letting their friend die.

With one last look at the makeshift grave, Morgan turns and walks away, the shadows of the forest swallowing her whole. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she has to keep moving.

She looked into her father's eyes and saw the unyielding force of his will. In that moment, she knew she had lost.

Defeated, she lowered her gaze, closed her eyes and barely whispered, "Okay."

John's grip loosened slightly, a triumphant smile creeping across his face. Harder than necessary, he slapped her shoulder in appreciation. "Good girl. Now pack your shit. We're leaving in a half hour."

As Morgan turned towards the exit, she felt the weight of his victory settle over her like a cloak. The life she thought she might have wanted crumbled away, leaving only the cold, harsh reality of her father's world. She walked slowly, each step feeling like a surrender, her heart heavy with the knowledge that, for now, he had won.

[popiellart]

SMASH OR PASS

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tagging @milleart @elegiacescapist @susandsnell @drathe @nighthair @residueradiation

Shrike

PROS & CONS

A fledgeling vampire of clan Tzimisce. A skilled fleshcrafter, especially for his age, but will not respect your fleshcrafting wishes over his own.

Enjoys being a vampire, and takes well to Sabbat's nightly lifestyle. No crying over the lost beauty of the sunrise or soul or humanity, or whatever the fuck gay shit Toreadors usually get up to, with him.

Somewhat unpleasant personality, clumsy and avoidant when attempting bonding, prone to viewing every interaction as a power struggle, can be manipulative. Tries to be better, sometimes.

Embraced at barely 19 and it shows.

Severe and fully unacknowledged PTSD from being trafficked as a teen, habituation to violence from early childhood, disorganised attachment style, unpredictable behaviour, and he's making all of this your problem.

Unless he likes you. 🤗

To be clear, it's still your problem. Just not on purpose.

Skilled hunter and prolific serial killer. Typically targets cartel members, but his definition of 'criminal' can get flimsy whenever he's hungry. Able and willing to share.

Heroin addict. Not a health concern to him as a vampire, but it does reflects on his personality.

Mortal family heads a criminal organization. Not even the only serial killer in his family, and his brothers don't have the blood-drinking excuse. In fact, you're probably in danger.

Daddy issues. Sire issues. Issues issues.

Physically short and severely underweight, but stronger than he looks like, quick and very flexible. Incredibly high manual dexterity, long and muscular tongue. Used to physical exertion to the point of collapse, likes to be outside.

Actually cleans up real nicely. Never actually bothers to do so.

Raging misandrist. Thinks men are ontologically evil, born wretched, and most of them only get worse from there.

Unfortunately for him, bisexual. Also, a virgin.

Likes small children and animals, and tends to be gentle with them and tolerant of their behaviours. Derides the idea that feeding on animals is a 'moral alternative' to human blood.

I'll be real with you, no matter who you are, he loves his mortal twin sister more than he loves you.

[casper-the-rose]

GARETH FIC INSPIRED BY TEENAGE DIRTBAG BY WHEATUS I BEG

I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH RGUTHIFK the remix is literally my ringtone 😭

Teenage Dirtbag

Gareth x fem!reader

918 words, no warnings im pretty sure, she/they pronouns used throughout

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥁💀💀🥁💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby…

“Gareth! Emerson! Earth to Emerson helloooo?” Jeff was smirking while waving his hand in front of the fluffy haired boy's face. 

“Huh? Yeah I’m paying attention.” The boy in question muttered, his cheeks now tinted red. 

Gareth was once again caught staring at the popular table, full of people who shoot balls into laundry baskets as Eddie called it. 

Well not at the table specifically. More like someone sitting at the table. With their dickhead boyfriend. Who just had to play the previously mentioned shoot balls into laundry baskets game. 

“Uh-huh. Sure you were. Anyway, I was talking about how Y/N and Andy were caught arguing behind the school yesterday and-”

“What?!” Gareth whisper screamed, now clearly invested in the story. 

“Ha! Knew you were looking over at Y/N’s table again.” Jeff chuckled. 

“You need to get over your little crush Gareth, not to be the reality fairy but there's no way they even know you exist.” Eddie said, before rolling his eyes. 

Gareth ignored Eddie and turned to Jeff. “So were you lying about Y/N and Andy having relationship issues?” Gareth frowned, secretly hoping the relationship would turn to shit so he could swoop in and act as a knight in shining armor. Maybe just in time for prom.

“No actually. Apparently they were arguing in that alleyway outside during basketball practice. Y/N seemed pissed. Apparently they were arguing about how Andy never wants to do shit they want too, how they have completely different interests, etc.” 

“Gareth, If you care so much why don’t you just talk to Y/N and, I dunno save them from the evil force that is highschool jocks?” Eddie questioned. 

Fuck, it was a very good question. 

“Well even if I was on Andy's radar he’d kick my ass. Simple as that.”

“And he won’t after you quote unquote get the girl?” Eddie tilted his head, poking holes in Gareth’s very flimsy logic. 

And on that note, lunch was over. 

Oh well, it didn’t exactly help Gareth’s mood. But he did catch himself smiling while you and Andy were screaming at each other in the gym. 

~~~~~~

“Look Chrissy, really nothing against you, you're amazing, but sitting at the basketball and cheerleader table makes me want to vomit.” You sighed, turning to the one cheerleader who even bothered acknowledging your existence ever since you started sitting with Andy.

You and Chrissy often joked Andy could win the worst boyfriend of the year award, although you had doubts he wouldn't lose to Jason. You kept those to yourself though. 

“No offense taken.” Chrissy smiled. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just sit somewhere else?” She asked. 

You sighed again. “Andy.” You muttered. 

It was the week before prom, and you were thanking the heavens Andy decided to skip today. 

“You don’t like him that much either.” Chrissy chuckled. “Why don’t you just call it quits? Don’t you have your heart set on another boy anyway?” 

“Well yeah, but I doubt he even knows who I am, unless you count ‘Andy’s new girlfriend who won't even last a month’. After all, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, and he’s Gareth the great.” 

“Wouldn’t he qualify as more of a teenage dirtbag than you?” 

“Well- I don’t even know anymore.”

“I have an idea.” Chrissy smiled. 

“Does it involve breaking up with Andy and getting the boy of my dreams?”

“Yep.” She giggled. 

“I’m in.” 

~~~~~~

“There's no way I’m going to prom. First off it’d be depressing as hell to show up without a date, and second off I'd probably end up watching Andy and Y/N be all coupley and shit.” Gareth groaned. 

Eddie looked taken aback. 

“You’re telling me you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Gareth looked at the dungeon master confused. 

“Y/N broke up with Andy this morning. He’s pissed, apparently he stormed out of the school.” Eddie chuckled. 

“Yeah, Nancy said she heard him fuming about how he has no date to prom now.” Dustin chimed in. 

“Maybe prom night’ll be your chance?” Jeff questioned

“I mean, can we be too sure though? Y/N still doesn’t even know I exist-” Gareth stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse to not go. 

“Well either way I’m making you go with me, if my mom finds out I’m going alone or all my friends have dates she’ll probably try to set me up with the neighbor. “ Jeff groaned. 

Great. Now there was no way for Gareth to get out of this. 

~~~~~

“Are you sure about this Chrissy?” You nervously asked, standing outside the gym doors on prom night. 

“Yes. And if he says no, we can always leave and eat ice cream at my place.” Chrissy smiled. 

“Remember, you got this okay? Confidence is key.” 

“Yep, I got this. “ You said, before walking into the gym. 

Now or never you figured. 

~~~

Welp, here he was. 

Prom night, alone by the punch table. 

Just before he was about to find Jeff and tell him he was leaving, he saw something that made his lip start to shake. 

You. Walking towards him. 

This has to be fake, a dream or a cruel prank or something- how do you even know who he is?

“Gareth, right?” 

The boy nodded frantically.

“I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you.” You smiled, a genuine, real smile. 

“What time?”

~end!~

[hislittleraincloud]

More Love/Hate, this time for someone else 🫠💕✨

Lemme first establish one thing...since the beginning, Todd has created great looking toys. I was there when Spawn came out, and I collected them. My favorite in his early series was Angela.

And I had multiples, since I traded in figures at the time. I would grow to have multiples out of the package too, but not for any good reason.

She broke when I was uncarding it the first time around, and then its replacement also broke/was flimsy (it was in the detailing and her staff thing). Whatever plastic/synthetic material McFarlane (we used to call him God McFarlane bc he had a big head/ego) used was okay for molding and holding details but soft as fuck, and doesn't hold up on an otherwise solid plastic figure (Angela herself without any detailing is solid). It's been a long time since it happened, but I can still feel the annoyance I had when my favorite new figure easily broke out of the package. She, and the other Spawn toys, were clearly meant to be kept in the package or on the shelf to look pretty (this was probably the beginning of keeping figures pristine/MOC). I babysat for a kid who had a large Sterlite container full of broken Spawn toys (and he didn't have Angela 💀).

So I haven't trusted Todd McF with anything but creating figs destined to stay on their card/in the box. The detailing and likenesses his sculptors create are the highest quality in the industry, there's no question about that. It's just...durability kinda sucked, so I didn't trust his company to put out anything that could withstand uncarding.

I didn't give a shit about Beetlejuice 2, but I kinda want this "action figure". Its likeness is 💯 and it looks like I would be able to un-card it without it breaking in my hands. I could put her next to her twin Goody Addams.

Todd McFarlane should put out Wednesday figures. And make Wolfed Out Enid the chase figure. ...Oh God, I would kill to have McFarlane figures of Wednesday and Sheriff Galpin.

[tarrenterror25]

First: I just want to say that I think you're awesome and wonderful, and this Halloween/horror themed event is SO COOL. 🖤 Such a brilliant idea.

Second:

💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - David Robey going apple picking 🥺

🕸️ Caught - You were in Liam Black's taxi when a zombie outbreak hit. Could take place in the beginning or a few weeks/months after and you're still together (😏). Dealer's choice, I just want to put that man in a Situation. 😌

📼 Scary Movie - 😁💕

💀 Spooky Scary Skeletons - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will make you a moodboard! 🕸️ Caught! - Send in a character with a prompt/theme and I will write a drabble for you! (Less than 500 words) 📼 Scary Movie - I'll tell you what horror/Halloween/fall movie I'd watch with you!

Fear Lounge

Thank you, Tara 😭🥹💕💕 I think you're just amazing as well!!

Ok, I've actually never been apple picking and now I want to go!! I won't lie, I was listening to a lot of Lana Del Rey while making this, specifically "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" and "Say Yes to Heaven". I wanted this dreamy romantic vibe especially since David might be so reluctant to be affectionate 🥹🥰

For a movie, I am nervous because I feel like you're such a horror connoisseur 😂 I want something I know we both can deep dive and analyze because I know we both would.

OF COURSE we'd watch Luther and I want to rewatch the Menu with you because I know we can swap details throughout the film 🥰💕

The movie I'd watch with you is-!

A psychological horror that I feel you appreciate/would appreciate! This movie scared me the first time I saw it, it was so creepy and eerie, I thought about it for a few days! Again, I can see us both offering our own commentary on the film and theories!

Now for the last bit!

Zombie Outbreak with Liam Black

Tags: mentions of gore, stalking, allusions to p in v, f!reader

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Steam from the heat of your bodies fills the car. You rest on top of Liam in the backseat of his vehicle, his hand on the small of your back holding you to him while the two of you catch your breath. The flimsy throw blanket covering you two.

The world went to shit so fast and when it did you were in the backseat of Liam’s taxi.

It’s been about a month now and it was only a matter of time before you discovered the truth about Liam; about how he had been following you in the days leading up to the outbreak. He watched you, managed to steal from your purse when you weren’t looking, and found out intimate details of your life. You learned he was using these to get close to you and yet, in the midst of your anger, frustration, and hurt after finding out, you still slept with him.

In the backseat of his taxi.

Not like you had anything better to do.

“They’re coming again,” Liam says with a sigh.

The growls and gurgles of the undead shambling in your direction can be heard in the distance.

Clumsily, you two maneuver in the backseat to redress and then climb into the front seats. Liam starts the car and drives off to get you two away from the horde of trudging corpses. You look behind you and through the rear windshield; a few strays can be seen, some without arms, others with internals spilling from their bodies, and some that are…just unrecognizable.

You and Liam make it to the countryside where you locate a few abandoned vehicles. The two of you make quick work of siphoning the fuel from them.

You lean up against his car as he fills it up with the fuel gathered. “So what was the goal?”

“What?” he asks.

“Were you going to sleep with me and then dip?”

He sighs. He understands that you’re upset with what he’s done and doesn’t expect you to forgive him. He isn’t sure if he forgives himself. “No, it wasn’t like that,” he explains. “I just…I knew you wouldn’t have liked me if…you knew who I was.”

“And who were you? Hm??” You give him a pointed glare.

“Nobody,” he replies softly.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Liam packs up the supplies for the fuel. “That should last us awhile,” he says.

The two of you get back into the car and resume driving.

“I wish you had given me a chance,” you say as you turn to Liam. “To know you, the real you, not the person you pretended to be.”

“Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have given me that chance,” he replies.

“You don’t know that,” you quip. “Stop being afraid. Not like we have anything better to do so you might as well drop the act.”

There’s the hint of a smile on his face.

“….you don’t actually like Turkish Delight do you?” you ask, referring to one of the things he learned about you.

Liam sighs. “Does anyone?”

You chuckle. “Not many people do, I suppose.”

“You may very well be the only person left alive that enjoys it,” he chuckles. “More for you.”

You laugh.

The two of you continue the drive getting to know each other; no lies and no more subterfuge. Only the truth.

I hope you liked it!!

[pearlzier]

actually going to ramble some info to u on my ocs so i can get these brain worms out ( hope u don’t mind! also this is probably gonna be a bit long.. ) i have 3 currently but u can probably tell who’s my fav just by how much i YAP abt them.. I’ll send 3 sep asks just so that ur not bogged down much!! um warning for bug talk though like if ur irked out by bugs just delete this ask I won’t be mad!!!! -

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anyways,, number one, i call her queen sect but she probably doesn’t have a formal hero name bc she’s not totally marketable.. her govt name is june b banks and she can control insects! she can’t conjure them or anything so she usually carries them along, esp her favs.. running gag is that she has a new pet bug each time she’s talking to anyone bc they do not last 💀 but they’re quiet fearsome altogether, considering she carries the more dangerous ones. her control is sort of natural, she began understanding them at a RLLY young age while playing in the dirt alone at recess ( she was that kid, yes ), but didn’t fully step into her power of controlling them until she was much older. the trigger event or whatever was literally her out of NOWHERE making a cocoon for herself in her bedroom ( not blankets.. real bug cocoon #buggirly ) and her parents freaking out & cutting into it a bit too early.. so she’s lowkey freaky bc she didn’t reach her peak in the cocoon.. she’s got morbidly pretty butterfly wings but they are a bit flimsy & like constantly slick w cocoon matter bc that shit NEVER DRIES if u come out early. she can fly but only a little bit,, & it’s honestly draining, she barely untucks her wings anyways.

so yea u can probably tell why she’s not as marketable.. no one wants to be saved by the girl with bullet ants crawling on her. I like to think they use her for secret recon or cleanup bc she’s useful but not a good image. omfg wait i just realized she’s got the same aesthetic as queen chrysalis from mlp 😭😭 originality doesn’t exist w me but it’s okay.

and yes her parents call her june-bug :) I like to think that she’s still on good terms w her parents, they only took the compound v offer bc they were living on scraps. and anyways, it’s harder to love ur daughter when she looks like she snuck on earth sooooo she’s appreciative of that, if nothing else. also she likes being buggy it’s the ppl around her that don’t appreciate ‼️‼️if they were to put her on the seven it wld be a pity spot like “first AUTISTIC NONBINARY UNHUMAN FREAK member of the seven guys <3 SO progressive <3 now PLEASE put a bag on her head”

THE WAY I FUCKING. WAAAAA I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH IM 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 .. 🐠 ANON I LOVE U SOSO MUCH JUNE-BUG???? ADORABLE?????? ive never been this happy abt anything in my life ever. can i like. draw her

[bear-cubs-art-things]

the problem with me and trying to create original stories with my ocs outside of a fandom is... well a lot of things.

First off, I don't have a ton of followers, and even then only a certain group of them really interact with my posts (mutuals I'm looking at you lovingly- and all the other followers that appear in my notifs regularly I'm giving you the biggest smile maybe a hug depending if you like hugs). There's a low chance my stuff will get reblogged OUTSIDE that specific group, even lower outside my blog entirely.

Secondly, people only interact (ie, like, reblog, comment) with things they're familiar with. If it's Trolls or MSM, I'll get a lot of notes on it. If it's a silly ramble about my OC Ten, it'll only get two likes from mutuals, if anything. As you can probably guess, this discourages me from posting more about my ocs outside of fandom-related content.

Third, if it isn't on YouTube or on Disney or some shit, and I have to stick with making flimsy comics on tumblr, how the hell am I suppose to reach my target audience? Yes, there are people within my follower count and mutuals that will absolutely be thrilled, but what about the bigger picture? What about the 8 billion other people on the planet? (Mutuals I love you /p /gen but you're only like 4 people XD)

I mean. There's a slim chance I'll still create completely original stuff for the 8 people who regularly interact with me, but you have to understand my frustration. At least a little bit.

Also on a personal level that really only pertains to my current situation... I'm only a minor and have a whole life to live. And I'm pretty prone to forgetting things, like stories I have. Even more so, I change what happens a lot in hopes it makes sense (hence why some things get thrown out of canon or I change what I said previously abt a certain topic). Plus, I'm lazy by nature and don't draw full fledged pieces unless I'm REALLY motivated to do so. Then there's commitment 💀

These are just personal things I have issues with, not really trying to prove my point there.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... if I made a story with some ocs that's COMPLETELY ORIGINAL AND NOT FANDOM BASED, would you be interested in concepts and/or it's story?

[papirouge]

How does the French ban on abayas work? I thought abayas were just long cardigan wraps that anyone can wear

Wait a minute, foreign media are talking about it? 💀

I personally have no opinion on this. No my monkey, not my circus.

Though it's funny seeing french Muslims being like "non Muslims should also care because they're coming for you NEXT." No shit. Everyone knows that individual freedom took a toll during the lockdowns and that governments are most likely infringe them again under flimsy excuses. But it's interesting how Muslims always expect massive support from people whenever their community gets targeted, but hardly extend this solidarity to others. I mean, do you think if we Christians asked them to fight on our behalf in Muslim countries where our brothers are forbidden to freely worship or KILLED for their faith (so on an different level of oppression than clothes policing), they will do it? 👀

Even on tumblr Muslims have this hate boner on "islamophobic France" for its non tolerance of explicit religious signs on public facilities (schools, court, etc.), but NEVER have the energy to call out christianophic the average Muslim country lmao Clown behavior.

This abaya stunt is what we call a non-sujet anyway. I believe the theory that it's fake media build up made to posture the (very young) new minister of education (Gabriel Attal) as authoritative & efficient and position him as the future new Premier Ministre. I mean, come on, dude looks more like an influencer than a politician 😭

Macron truly has a thing with surrounding himself with young gay males... It's like he did everything to confirm the rumor about him...

[thedevilsrain]

Ya as a Jew the Nazi shit in From Eroica with Love is very uncomfortable, with what I’ve read so far it’s not….the worst, but i would much prefer it if Aoike didn’t include that nazi shit at all (and I’m pretty sure canonically Klaus’s father was a Nazi officer sooooo -_-)

In my opinion if goyim are gonna include nazis (or Nazi analogues) in their story then they must be able to write a full page essay on why their bad and include that in the story, even if it’s just a throwaway line. Idk man I’d like to enjoy my gay led zep art thief manga without being reminded that their r ppl out their who want me dead :/

Ya sry if that got too tense ;^;

-🪺

oh i absolutely feel the same way 💀💀

like why even make klaus come from a military background in the first place, thats already making it 10 times more uncomfortable considering the series takes place in the 80s, and his father would have been an adult in the 1940s. like just make his dad be a conservative or something

the whole thing with his father is. to me. a plot hole the size of the sun, and i'm putting my whole analysis under the cut, because it's quite long, and its hard to talk about

so pretty early in the series, in ''dramatic spring'' specifically, theres this uncomfortable moment where eberbach is called a nazi, and he corrects (and threatens) the american who does it, adding that his dad was in the national defense army

so yknow. okay, fine, that's settled, thank god. you can judge me for this, but i'm not going to bother to looking that army up - as a writer, i think, you should be able to tell your audience "hey my character and his family arent fucking nazis"

and then after this, theres more than one instance where eberbach punches nazis - to show that, deep down, he surpasses the bare minimum to be a normal person

(from "glass target")

BUT then. comes the kicker. and i was reading this chapter yesterday so i might still be processing it from how wild it was

edit: forgot to mention lol, this chapter is "seven days in september", part 3

mischa the bear cub, who hates the major's guts (understandable), and has literally called him a nazi TO HIS FACE (no comment), decides that their final showdown will be in el alamein - one of the first battles in the war where the germans lost

he even makes a comment that, eberbach's dad being a tank commander himself, would be ashamed of this battle ever being brought up

and then you think ha! well mischa surely youre about to get your ass handed to you (personally i like him), because the major's dad was in the national defense army, and not, in fact, a nazi

but then the author COMPLETELY backtracks herself (and i'll dig into this deeper). and when eberbach, nazi puncher extraordinaire, sees that mischa lured him into el aIamein, not only is he ashamed, but he talks about it like it and its commander like its a tale of lost glory, instead of being a tale of, yknow, a nazi commander losing the war

(the gag with james is funny though)

he literally says it hurt his pride! he doesnt even bring up anything about being compared to nazis!

and then as if this chapter didnt give 15 consecutive blows to my stomach (and klaus' likeability), mischa was actually right - not only was eberbach's dad ashamed by the (nazi) loss in eI aIamein, klaus has constantly heard about this story since he was a child. eberbach's father, national defense army, was embarrassed and ashamed by the nazi loss in eI aIamein. eberbach, nazi puncher, got his pride hurt because he was reminded of how the nazis lost one of their first battles. end of chapter.

but, heres an honest conclusion, from yours truly. i might be mean

while i think this chapter is... mostly, fine (i really dislike when eberbach becomes much more important than dorian in arcs, because dorian really is a lifesaver), this chapter, "seven days in september" part 3, is absolutely the worst of the series

at best, it is utterly embarrasing to do research this flimsy, and not know what 'the germans' were really doing in the north of africa in ww2, and at worst, its almost ahistorical or apolitical. notice that in most of these screencraps, and i doubt this was just a thing the translators did, its always "the germans" "the german tanks" and "the story of The General". there is literally no mention of the word 'nazi' in this chapter, even when, at least now in 2023, most of us know what ''the allies'' were doing to fight ''the germans'' in the north of africa

but, to ge back to the characters, i cant stress enough how just appaled i am at how apolitical this is, how its simply a matter of 'eberbach is embarrassed cause germans lost a battle here', and not, well, what the text says

the worst part is that like, it REALLY did not have to be like this. this could have easily been another cringe (but understandable, given how openly conservative eberbach is) scene of mischa comparing him to the lowest of the low, and then eberbach saying "ha! i'm not. fuck you"

but, for some reason i literally could not understand, aoike went with this. she went with this, and i'm 100% putting the blame all on her, because i cant tell you how easy it is to NOT make your main action hero be a nazi. because she knows how easy it is - she's done it more than once

honestly, for my own sanity, and for the sake of this character and even the series as a whole, i'm going to be completely erasing this horrible chapter from my mind and pretend it doesnt exist - i Of Course dont expect this of everyone, but to me this chapter is so out of nowhere, filled with such a big a plot hole, that i think it's easier to pretend it doesn't exist, rather than try and justify it. and i would never try to justify something like this

thats it from gio with love byeeeeeeee

[booksandpaperss]

“I’m just a little worried that Mike has to have a whole gay realization arc all in the last season”- YALL. PAY ATTENTION THATS WHAT HES BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME:

Season 2: Mike is unaware of what his feelings mean but knows how much he cares about Will, legit spends the whole season being in love with him. By the end at the showball he realizes that somethings up, he doesn’t rlly understand what but he can tell something feels different and he doesn’t like it. Cue part 1 of his realization arc; subconscious denial

Season 3: Subconscious denial is rapidly turning to conscious denial, and at the start of the season we see Mike is in part 2 of his realization arc; a severe case of internalized homophobia. He cycles through it all the way to his absolute lowest point in part 2 (rain fight) and then he slowly comes back from it just a little bit. Then, at the end of the season, we see Mike shift onscreen from part 2 to part 2.5; conscious realization and fear. At this point Mike is halfway through his internalized homophobia arc. He KNOWS how he feels, but it still terrifies him. He grapples with this in the time period between s3 and 4.

Season 4: Ah yes, the penultimate season. The season that sets up endgame. The season that has an *entire gay road-trip plot line dedicated to byler*. This season is part 3 for Mike; acceptance. At first glance you miss it if you’re not looking, since s4 byler was almost entirely from Will’s lovely but very biased POV as he was also going through his own gayangstTM arc at the same time, but all it takes is a second glance to see that it’s there. At the start of the season Mike is on the very last, very flimsy legs of denial, and reuniting with Will again after not speaking for months is what catapults him into the acceptance chunk of his arc. In almost every cali crew scene, we see Mike slowly get closer and closer to total acceptance. We see him accept that he doesn’t love El the way he’d originally thought, he accepts that he loves Will the way he thought he was supposed to love El, and by the van scene, Mike is soso close to accepting that both of these things are okay.

Close being the key word here. Will accidentally throws him off again in volume 2, so Mike’s realization arc isn’t fully concluded yet, things are still very messy and season 5 has a lottt to address. But that’s the THING; season 5, as far as byler goes, actually only needs (for the most part ofc) to address development and realizations that have already happened. A lot of the fandom is really underestimating how much Mike suspects and has realized, at least about himself, and that’s where I think most of the remaining byler doubt is coming from (not including Twitter, we don’t count byler Twitter they do not know shit abt what’s going on 💀).

But that worry is unnecessary! Some of you guys don’t realize how perfect of a plot device Vecna is. I’m saying this as a writer: He’s like a writers dream bc you can basically tell viewers what’s happening in a character’s psyche while still maintaining “show don’t tell.” Bc now? All the writers rlly have to do to start canonifying Mike’s gay realization that has, once again, already happened, is have vecna target him! And they’ve clearly been planning that if that several billion hints in s4 and 3 and EVEN 2 AND 1 are anything to go by 👀👀

Guys, Mike’s *realization* arc is practically FINISHED. The duffers and writers have just been hiding it this whole time by not giving us any Mike POV in s3 or 4 bc they couldn’t confirm Mike before confirming Will, that would make byler endgame wayy too obvious they had to sneak it in there.

But it’s there, and it’s happened. The only thing WE have to worry about now is preparing ourselves for the sheer level of angst that is going to be Mike’s internalized homophobia plot line getting confirmed… I rlly don’t think we’re ready for that. I know IM not 😭

[hood-ex]

im a dif anon but imo, season 3 of the yj cartoon sucked absolute ass, and everyone and their mother knows it. Whats surprising, though, is that i think even the writers know it. because season 4 has absolutely JUMPED in writing quality, and it’s been pretty great so far! theyve gone out of their way to correct a lot of their past mistakes from season 3, from general fumbles in writing/characterization/storyline to some of the more straight-up offensive shit they did in s3 (leaning a little into some unhealthy tropes, like someone comes out as bisexual by cheating on their boyfriend with someone of a dif gender like thats soooo hashtag rebellious). if youd be watching just for Dick/batfam stuff though, season 3 was rough on his characterization imo, and so far his appearances in s4 have been pretty bare, so we’ll just have to see! but anyway i totally get it if it just doesnt seem worth it—im still reeling from the s1->s2 timeskip, too, lmao!!

oh and also, they keep hinting that theyre gonna bring jason back as red hood, so i suppose thats something to look out for, but idk if it’ll *actually* happen or not. theres also some hope for wally coming back, but its probably kinda flimsy in all honesty lmaooo

Look at the YJ creative team listening to the criticism and trying to improve the writing 👏🏻. The Titans creative team cannot say the same 💀. Titans really said, "Can we make this even worse than last time? I think we can 😌."

But, oof, yeah. The lack of Dick content makes me less interested in watching. If my two wives, Donna and Kory, were in the show as teammates then I think that could sustain me in Dick's absence but alas aslkdjala.

Oh fuck yeah. You get me on the time skips. The first episode of YJ S2 left me with an all-consuming feeling of:

[happyocelot]

Same anon as before. You’re soooo right though. At the end of the day it shouldn’t be that serious. It’s a fantasy world of fictional characters we like. But they don’t know us because they don’t exist. 💀 it’s okay to hold these characters dear because many of us grew up with them. But at some point it’s just projection and internalizing.

Thanks. I'll just put this under a read more so I don't bore my followers.

Exactly. It's a manga about ninjas. They are seriously not entitled to insinuate awful things about complete strangers because they didn't like Hinata or NH or whatever. What happened with those SNS shippers is this: they started reading and watching Naruto, and liked it. At some point, they believed that SNS should, would, or could become canon. They looked for hints to support this assumption and discredited anything in the manga that could disprove it. They found a group of like-minded fans and kept repeating these words to each other over and over and fossilized their views.

Unfortunately for them, SNS didn't happen, SS and NH happened, and the author said that he had always planned to write SS and NH. This caused massive cognitive dissonance as everything they used to support their SNS assumptions were half-baked and flimsy. Also unfortunately, they were unwilling to revisit their assumptions and consider that maybe, their interpretation of events was wrong. Because their views had already fossilized and fossilized views can't easily be dislodged.

Instead, they doubled down. They were not at fault. Everyone else was. The author, the SS and NH fans, anyone who disagreed with their interpretation of the manga. To that end, they began looking for retroactive reasons to shit on the series, the author, and other fans who shipped something else.

This includes things like selective distortion of quotes. Notice how SNS shippers like cutting down Sasuke's "My one and only friend" quote in the final battle to just, "My one and only" as though they were secret lovers the whole time. Are they...allergic to friendship? Why edit the quote?

Also includes things like calling NH/SS abusive and jump through ridiculous hoops to maintain that SNS was not abusive. We get them saying insane things like how Sasuke trying to kill Sakura is proof that their relationship is bad or unhealthy while making up shit about how Sasuke either didn't want to kill Naruto, or wanting to kill him is proof of tragic, star-crossed love.

More hoop-jumping and mental gymnastics include accusing Hinata of owning slaves, even though that literally never happened, while excusing actual abominable behavior on Sasuke's part, such as wanting to murder every single person in Konoha for the Uchiha massacre, even though the ordinary villagers had nothing to do with it and had no idea what really happened behind the scenes. Tons of justifications for Sasuke's plan to become essentially an evil dictator who wanted to rule the world through fear. They believe that he was really, truly correct, that Naruto was wrong, that everyone was wrong, and that there's a "shinobi system" that wronged him. When in fact, they were wrong in their interpretation, and wrong in their misguided defense of their fave's awful behavior, and ignore that he admitted he was wrong, and made efforts to rectify his behavior. Backed into a corner, they accused Kishimoto of being a bad writer who dropped plotlines and didn't "do justice" to their fave character.

The final straw, as always, is when these SNS fans downplay Naruto's and Sasuke's canon happy marriages. They love writing fanfics where these two cheat on their wives and are secretly lovers, even though Naruto and Sasuke as they appear in the actual series would never, ever do such a thing, because they prize loyalty and bonds so highly.

The series keeps proving them wrong, so, so wrong, that they have to twist things so that up is down and right is left. Ergo, Hinata is a villain, Sakura is a villain, Naruto and Sasuke are miserable, and so on and so forth.

In reality, the only ones who are miserable are them. Because SNS didn't happen and they got unhealthily attached to their ship and their views are far too fossilized to change anytime soon. This whole Hyuuga slavery debacle is just an extension of their discontent. They act like jilted lovers. Their extreme hate and venom is what happens when someone loves something too much and it turns sour.

Like you said, projection and internalizing. Just a reminder to everyone not to get unhealthily attached to fictional characters and develop a sense of entitlement, and to consider, even briefly, other points of view.

[kikuism]

i'm not a serious writer myself but i totally agree with what you're saying about the vast majority of booktok authors. they often get undeserved success because of their fame and it really bothers me because so many talented writers would kill to have such a platform. it reminds me of when random youtube celebrities release a book just to have another money-making avenue to pursue. somehow i find this scenario even worse, because the job of a booktok or booktube influencer is to read and critique and analyze books. so you'd think they'd know how to construct even a semi-decent book? yet their "knowledge" about reading clearly doesn't translate into their own writing... and they end up using clunky, flimsy language and/or overused tropes with zero originality. i went to the bookstore yesterday and they had a booktok display and i was like 'thanks for putting them all in one place so i know what to avoid' lmao 😭

im so sorry for getting to this so late 😭😭😭 i completely agree with everything you're saying, and for me personally it's actually more embarrassing when these booktubers come out with books bc, like you're saying, their whole thing is reading and reviewing books, so surely they'd have picked up Something about writing...but no. zenith and again but better come to mind. i had a field day reading the reviews for these books bc it just made nooo sense to me that this is the product of your years of reading and reviewing books (i actually can't see the reviews for these on goodreads anymore....maybe they're hidden now? 💀) i never followed those booktubers back in the day, but for one of them, i watched some of her writing vlogs, and i remember thinking 'oh that's so cool, she's writing a book, i wonder what it'll be like when it's out'. and then. uhh...it's honestly astounding to me. like, did they not have editors to go over this shit? where were the editors??? but yeah, i hate what tiktok is doing to books. i hate that books are just being sold as a list of marketable and trending tropes. now, i don't think there's 'good' or 'bad' writing—that’s subjective—but there is definitely 'effective writing' and 'ineffective writing', and i hate that the fixation on tropes means so many books with ineffective writing get published, where you don't get a sense of character, where the plot/pacing is all over the place, where the writing is awkward and clunky. it's like the respect for the time and dedication to the craft of writing just isn't there anymore. for this certain part of the publishing industry it's like, as long as you have fiesty girl emo boy enemies to lovers snarky dialogue that's all that matters, and those books are godawful trash, not to mention those book covers that look the same 💀💀