#should go without saying but straight people DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

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My Problematic Lesbian Take

I don't care about biphobia in the lesbian community. In a vacuum, of course! We should support all queer people.

In reality, which is where I live, every single bisexual or pansexual I have known has chosen to align themselves politically, socially, and economically with the men in their lives over all the women they know.

I cannot count the number of times I have been turned out, harassed, mocked, and generally fucked over by a bisexual because she wanted to impress her man. I have been left on the side of the road in fucking Utah by a "pansexual lesbian" because the man she was driving with did not want to stop to help me, even though I was hauling half their shit across the country for them. I have lost friends because I disagreed with their boyfriends on issues of feminism, even if that friend had agreed with me in private. Can't hurt Jimmy's fragile fucking male ego.

I have been told I am "in denial" for expressing that I am not interested in men. I have been told by many bisexuals I am "excluding men" (aww), "man-hating" (hah), or "repressing something" (straight up lesbophobia). I have been told I will grow out of it, sexuality is fluid! (they only ever say this to me, not to gay men or straight women, funnily enough!); all the same shit that straight men say about lesbians. Who do you think the bisexuals learned it from?

Love, worship, adoration, and admiration of men is the status quo if you are a woman; it is expected of you. EYE do not need to prove to you that I am a "good lesbian". YOU need to prove TO ME that you are not going to throw me under the bus for a man.

[etherealkissed88]

5 GAME CHANGERS OF THE LAW ★

loass things i think you should know that makes things easier

“DARE TO ASSUME” + JUST HAVE FAITH: just accept/assume what you want as easily as you effortlessly assume negative things. just do it. most of the time people are thinking about the 'perfect way' to imagine or manifest. they look for the 'perfect technique' when theres no such thing. just dare to assume it is yours now! when it is assumed, have faith in that assumption. just decide its done no matter what you see. whatever you assume and persist in will harden into a fact right? once youve assumed it true, go about your 3d life having faith in imagination. know that your desires exist already since creation is finished so theres no way that it's "impossible to manifest". just surrender yourself to faith. just trust the law. you have been applying the law since you were born without knowing. now that you understand the law, just allow yourself to have faith in it. it cannot fail. you assume something to be true and continue being that version of you in imagination aka persisting = manifestation. thats the law. if fears, anxiety, or negative thoughts come, "dare to assume" they have no affect on you, because by default they dont either way. "dare to assume its yours because you are always the operant power who choses how life goes. it gets to a point when youre tired of going back and forth with “i have it” to “no i dont”. it all comes down to faith. you should have faith in yourself and the law especially since the five senses you use to interact with the 3d are all limited and you cant see everything that goes on in the 3d. thats why it makes sense to assume something and stick with it regardless of the 3d. when will you realize that a version of you who has your desires already exists, so just surrender to the version of you who has it already in imagination. stop limiting yourself because of “fears” and just say yes to imagination.

so, i dont give a fuck about what negative thoughts or anxiety you have, just assume its done. its too easy but you overcomplicate it. once assumed, have faith and persist because this is called the law of assumption after all.

THE 3D FOLLOWS, IT DOES NOT PRECEDE: the 3d does not have a mind of its own. its only job is to reflect imagination so who ever you are being imagination, it copies. im sure youve heard the phrase “signs follow, they do not precede” which means signs do not come before your manifestation. they are there (if your limited senses can see it) because that is who you are assuming to be in imagination so it follows that (signs arent important either way so dont spend time searching for them and focusing on them when you should be focused on already being at your end goal which is already having ur desire). similarly with the 3d, the 3d literally only follows you so for it to change or show you something you want, you have to change self/imagination. the 3d literally obeys imagination so expecting it to change without changing self doesnt make sense. if you find yourself getting angry w the 3d, remind yourself “the 3d follows, it does not precede”. it cannot move on its own without your permission because you are the operant power. knowing this should send you straight into being the change you want to see and depend on limitless imagination only.

this also helps with accepting you are the only source of power and helps stop yourself from validating and depending on the 3d. when you know the 3d depends on you to change, you no depend on the 3d to show you your desire. you no longer crave seeing change from it, rather you be the change.

YOU WANT THE FEELING: im not even gonna say you dont want it in the 3d because of course your human self wants the physical experience. but you have to know that the feeling (the knowing, not emotions), dictate how you feel about it in the 3d. for example, read this and realize that even if you physically manifest your desire, if you dont feel / know that it is truly yours (aka if you arent fulfilled), it can lead you to get insecure and assume negative. an example is when someone manifests their sp but they still assume that their sp will get tired of them and wouldnt love them for long. this person was not feeling fulfilled (knowing) that they were in a committed and loving relationship which is why even with physical proof of the relationship, they still felt that it wouldnt last. you want the feeling of being loved, of having financial freedom, of feeling confident in your body, and then the physical manifestation of it is a cherry on top. you see how that if you lack the knowing (feeling) of your desire, you can allow bad assumptions to overconsume you and even ruin the fun experience of physically experiencing it in the 3d because you arent even sure of really having it (another example of how who you are in imagination = everything else).

focus on that inner fulfillment next time you imagine something. are you satisfying yourself and returning to the state to the point where you can accept it and know its truly done?

ENJOY YOURSELF: actually imagine to enjoy yourself. what do you want to experience? forget about trying to manifest that sp or money, what do you actually want to experience with that desire? whatever you truly want, imagine it for your own enjoyment and once imagined, it is experienced. manifesting is literally supposed to be fun so imagine for fun, do your techniques for fun and by law, it will reflect either way. realize that imagination can take you anywhere at anytime. you can imagine anything you want so imagine to the point where you dont desire that thing anymore because you know it is yours in limitless imagination. this is fulfillment: you realize you are experiencing it now as limitless self and you are doing it for your own enjoyment. thats leaving the 3d alone and not depending on it for validation and thats the best part of satisfying yourself in imagination.

i say this because ive realized that when i used to imagine something and do techniques, it would feel like im forcing myself to do it and then i dont even actually enjoy myself and enjoy whatever i imagine. figure out specifically what it is you want and imagine it any way you want. chase that satisfaction.

YOU EXPERIENCE IT INSTANTLY: when you imagine something, you experience it right away. it is experienced in the present always! if i imagine myself holding $1000, i really am holding $1000 in that moment. this is because you are consciousness simply being aware of whatever. once you are aware of something in imagination, it really has been experienced already. once imagined, it really happened! if you think this is not true its because you limit yourself to the dead, neutral 3d and think that the 3d is the only 'real' thing. this is not true especially since the 3d is a reflection of who you are being or who you assume to be in imagination, meaning that imagination is everywhere and is the 3d. as the operant power, you have full control over everything (over what manifests or not, etc). so even though you really experienced something in imagination instantly, you can assume it is true or not. you are the only source of power that can choose to identify with what you wants and has full control over whether or not something will be true in your reality. stop waiting for the 3d to change in order to “accept” it. stop being a slave to the 3d when you are the one who controls it in the first place. you can experience it instantly right now so why wait for the 3d to do that?

literally imagination is the source, yes? its the source because it always is molding the 3d (since they are connected) so hearing that once you imagine something, you experienced it instantly, should give you the confidence to know you really do have your desire already since it has already been experienced in imagination. nothing in the 3d can change until you change self (imagination) so imagination/self is powerful which is why you are powerful because you = imagination/self. thats literally why you have the ability to manifest in the first place. all there is to do is persist by living 3d life knowing/assuming/identifying as that version of you who has it already.

kisses, jani ☆

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some thought on us/reader/yn (i don’t know how to address it lol 😭) and seeing ex-boyfriend, who preferably myb cheated and now is dump struck how we got a new boyfriend/it’s been some time since last seeing ex)

um.....i'm assuming the bllk boys are the new boyfriend for this. hopefully, that's what you meant, but here you go anon:

kaiser absolutely thrives off this situation. this is the perfect chance to stroke his ego, so he's going to take full advantage of it. definitely notices your ex before you do and tugs you closer, arm wrapped around your waist, nose buried in your hair. obviously, you can't see his facial expression, but you can tell by the way he's smirking that he's definitely up to no good. when your ex finally realizes that your new boyfriend is THE michael kaiser, he's like... 😏 that's right bitch. keep ogling. y/n's doing so much better without you. even better if your ex is actually a fan of kaiser. his sadistic ass will not let that go. you want my autograph or something? oh wait...sorry i don't give out autographs to losers. deliberately sets out on a mission to make your ex's day an absolute hell, and he's smug about it too. once your ex is gone, he looks back and asks...so did i do good? no, you don't need to thank me. i'm already thanking myself. (he's so stupid....i love him.)

sae's reaction is encapsulated in one word. side-eye. he won't actually say anything, but the judgmental aura leeching off him is already enough to send your ex running in the opposite direction. i don't even think your interaction is going to last more than one minute because sae is just so intimidating. the entirety of japan already knows who he is, and compared to him, your ex is an absolute nobody. poor guy will probably never recover especially after seeing you and sae on the front of every tabloid, magazine, and news channel. his ego is broken, masculinity in ruins, reputation in tatters. and honestly.....serves him right.

rin holds an even stronger grudge than you do. he never lets any personal slight go without consequence. probably still holding every single mistake your ex has made in the past five years over his head. what did you even see in him? he's a lukewarm piece of shit. again....like sae, i don't think you would even need to say anything because rin's death glare already says enough.

shidou needs a restraining order because i don't think your ex is going to make it out alive. probably goes straight for the throat too. he genuinely enjoys seeing other people in pain whether physically or emotionally. will probably make out with you right in front of your ex just to fuck with his mind a little bit. hand placement is key. he places one hand behind your head and the other one grasps your ass. uses a lot of tongue. leaves you winded with starry eyes and swollen lips before he maniacally grins at your ex. he definitely enjoyed that a little too much.

barou has a quiet but menacing aura. he's very tall, so i think he would likely tower over your ex. and uh...have you seen his physique? he would probably cross his arms, and his biceps would bulge, and he would whisper in the lowest, most chilling tone: you got a fucking problem? and that's about all it takes because your ex may be a wimp but at least he has enough self-preservation to know you don't mess with someone like barou. probably kisses you on the forehead after that and his voice softens just tad...you okay, baby? (dfhkjsdhf i just blushed)

nagi wouldn't really care. nothing fazes him, especially not your ex because he's in the past now and that makes him irrelevant. but he definitely does not back down from subtly throwing some insults. oh...him? he's just y/n's ex. a weak guy not worth the hassle. don't bother. if your ex is stupid enough to actually confront him though....he's not going to hold back. shut up. you sure bark a lot for someone with no bite. pet store's two blocks away. maybe you should check out a new collar. lmao nagi can be painfully rude when he wants to be.

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It's horrible too if Jinx lives!!

OK, I guess we're doing this?

People keep coming at me for my post about Jinx dying being terrible writing and promoting suicide by heroics as a valid way out, and the argument is always "Actually, Jinx is alive because XYZ"

So let me makes myself clear : if Jinx lives, it's also terrible writing!!

Because for all intent and purposes, she DOES DIE! Even if she's alive and fucked off in that blimp, she's still dead to everyone who knew and loved her.

WORSE! Vi will go on thinking for the rest of her life that Jinx died because of her, or at the very least that she couldn't save her.

It's not for no reason that Vi has this scene in the cell with Caitlyn, where she says she always choses wrong. In the scene on the crumbling metal beam, Vi choses not to listen to Jinx!

People got in my comments saying I have no humanity for reproving Vi picking "Vander's corpse" over Jinx. But what we see happen is Jinx telling Vi multiple time to get away and how to get to safety, and Vi completely ignoring her to interact with Vander/WW, only for him to wake up, attack her, and force Jinx to risk her life to save Vi.

Vi made a choice, between more time with Vander and listening to Jinx, and the price paid in the end is Jinx dying.

What if she lived and escaped? Vi doesn't know that! Ekko doesn't know that! Or Sevika! Or anyone!

Thought exercise time: close your eyes and imagine a relative disappearing for your life after a lethal accident you're involved in. You never recover a body and never see them again. How do you feel about it? Mmh?

"Oh but Caitlyn sees the schematics that show a side tunnel…"

Firstly, Caitlyn was nowhere near the event, and she can't frame-by-frame the explosion as we do, so you can hardly claim she's looking for Jinx and not, for example, the arcane gem, or Warwick.

Vander/WW was shown to be entirely impervious to the bullets from Jinx's automatic gun. If anyone has a chance of surviving, it'd be him.

But do you know what? If Jinx is in that blimp, and Caitlyn then tells Vi, "From the schematic, I think your sister could have escaped" (ignoring entirely the fact that Jinx should be cut in half by WW's claws wrapped around her waist), then what would happen???

That would send Vi on a wild goose's chase!! How many years would she spend hunting through Zaun trying to find her sister? How many years until she starts resenting Caitlyn for giving her false hope? How many years until she's forced to accept Jinx isn't anywhere, and so must have died back then, and has to see herself as Jinx's killer all over again??

How is this good for Vi?

And Ekko? He pulled her out of suicide what? 5 times? Had some epic bonding with her painting all over each other, doing self-care and hair dyes and fixing a balloon so they could go on a big attack together.

Maybe he thought he could genuinely finally be close to his world's Powder. Silco just taught him the greatest thing he can do is forgive, and the girl he forgives fakes her death and runs away?

They're barely 20 ffs, Jinx would have plenty of time to struggle on the road to recovery, especially with his help. What if Ekko was ready to be there along the way with her? What about him?

How is it good if Jinx is NOT dead but has NOT told him? What difference does it make to him? She's dead for Ekko, and if he learns later on that she faked her death, all he'll know is that HE wasn't worth her staying. He wasn't even worth telling the truth to!!!

It's fucked! It's not healthy!! Jinx could have her ending removing herself from Zaun without having to fake her death.

But hang on, it gets worse!

Because it's straight up not good writing even on the meta level.

Arcane has millions of viewers. Nobody I know IRL thinks Jinx is alive. Plenty of people in my notes agree she's dead. Do you know what millions of people think? That she is dead!!! Because it's the TEXT OF THE SHOW.

Millions of fans will think Jinx was killed off, because they aren't willing to go frame by frame, extrapolating and make-believing their way into thinking she is alive. Most fans are normal people who aren't terminally online, theorycrafting all day long.

Most normal fans have moved on to watch Dune Prophecy or Sweetpea. And if Jinx comes out alive in another show, the "Somehow Palpatine Jinx returned" memes will abound.

Let's go over the common elements brought forth as arguments.

Jinx uses pink and blue in that bomb, and pink is how she gets away "quick".

No? The bomb she attached to Thieram in season 1 was pink and it was all for glitter and harassment. There is no strong canon association of meaning. If you watch frame by frame, there is a pink "light gleam" over the first blue detonation followed by a very large pink blast and ZERO smoke trails or anything indication someone getting away. Jinx uses the same bomb she used to kill herself very effectively earlier in the show, so we have no indication it wouldn't kill her here too.

We can see the inside of her bomb when she kills herself (with the two liquid vials) and it's the same she uses on Vander/WW and herself.

Besides, even if she used some part of the explosion to get away, WW's claws are around her like this:

She'd be bisected in half.

So some people say that means that Warwick is also alive and let her go! But no. That's make-believe. That's fanon, 100%. The TEXT of the show is that Vander is burnt away (we see the final image of himself burning up) and he has just attacked Vi, trying to kill her. We have no indication he'd want to spare Jinx here.

HOWEVER, he's literally bullet proof, so if there's anything we can conclude is that he's likely to be the one to have made it into a shaft and to safety.

Speaking of shafts: the next argument is that Caitlyn is looking at the tower's schematics to hint that she suspects Jinx lives.

Maybe, but you are reading a character's mind. We see her look at schematics while holding the monkey bomb head, yes, but you don't know what she's thinking, and if the show runners don't make it explicit, then Cait's thoughts about an explosion she hasn't even witnessed aren't worth much. She could think Warwick lived. OR she could think, despite not witnessing the fight, that Jinx lived. But she doesn't KNOW, she doesn't tell us, and so you are INVENTING the thoughts of a character to mean what you want it to mean.

This would be a lot more meaningful if it were Vi investigating this.

There's a blimp going away, it has blue smoke, and then it ends with a Jinx glitch.

No. There is a blimp going away, slowly, without any blue smoke. It's also THE EXACT SAME ONE that opens Season 1 act 1.

Instead of coming towards Piltover, it now is leaving over the sea. This can be fully interpreted as a sign that the hextech era is over. Blimps have to travel the old fashioned way again. It's also going away from Piltover/Zaun, symbolizing future stories taking place there.

Finally, the glitch is 3 frames long and spells "the End". IDK why the fact that it's a little Jinxy means anything to anyone. The end of credits for season 1 was Jinxy as well, and it could simply be about keeping the same visual identity and not a sign of Jinx being alive???

If I wanted to play subtext games, I could say "Wow Jinx writing "the end" would be appropriate if she were dead" and reverse the argument.

Finally, and the thing in most poor taste, IMO.

Jinx kills herself several times in the opening of the episode, and a sad emo song plays over it, with sad fucked up lyrics. Then Ekko comes and pulls her from this…

Only for that EXACT same song to be played while she and Vander/WW fall. They are both crying. Vi is crying and screaming while these lyrics are playing!!

If I could just lay my head down and rest. If there was nothing to fight or protect. Maybe then I could finally be free. Maybe death is like falling asleep. This world is a wasteland where nothing can grow. I used to have strength but I ran out of hope. I know it's my fault that I'm here all alone. This world is a wasteland. Please let me go. Go, go, go. Please let me go.

This is literally singing about suicide. When you say "Maybe death is like falling asleep" over the animation of a character pulling the pin, you are not dealing in subtext or metaphor of any kind.

One of the earlier shots literally has her framed in broken glass among shards that are WARWICK'S MAW. It's like a hint of her death being killed by him, furthering the parallel.

And I think it is in very bad taste to have suicide apologia music playing over characters screaming and bawling (Vi)

while others cry (Jinx and WW)

and a bomb goes off (with no hint of survival),

only for some of y'all to come around acting like Cait glowering at a blueprint and a recuring blimp all means Jinx is alive...

It would be grief porn on the part of the writers. It would mean slamming us in our feelings in a brutal way, in an ugly way, while playing a suicide song, only to turn around and say "Syke! didn't you get that Cait is suspicious about Jinx so it totally means it was all a fakeout?"

I don't want a fake-out at this point!! Why would I?? It's legit worse! Because then it means they couldn't spare 5min of animation time to have her rescued by Ekko and being on the mend with him. Even if she has a scene where she tells him "I need to leave. I can't stay in this city), at least it wouldn't be a cruel joke on the fans and the characters.

This entire ending means that either Jinx was better off dying taking out the mad monster made out of her dad with her (making her the ultimate dad killer, yay), or Jinx was better off removing herself from the equation SO THOROUGHLY that MOST fans believe it, everyone in world believe it, and the show offers no concrete textual clue for it.

It means Jinx didn't deserve/or wasn't able to get better. And so she has to die or do the exact-same-as-dying but kind of more fucked up somehow.

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ULTIMATELY the message to impressionable viewers who struggle a lot with mental health and identified a lot with Jinx, are being told with soft sad music that yeah maybe dying is like going to sleep and your family should let you go, go, go, and that "leaving everything and everyone behind" is about the same.

It's fucked, and it saddens me that people are so focused on the "she lived" narrative that they miss out the fact that a hint she may be alive doesn't change the messaging.

And it saddens me knowing that if Viktor's arc ended with him being validated in feeling like his human body was "broken" and "inferior" and that his disability made him lesser as a human, people would have pitchforks and torches out.

Jinx's mental illness and struggles in interacting with the world were her disability, and she got fucking killed or wiped off the city incognito for it.

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P.S: If you're warming up to post hate in comments or tags because you don't like my take and don't know how to politely disagree, please save us both time and block me. I'm open to polite discourse but the next person questioning my humanity over fandom wank will be nuked from orbit with prejudice.

[erinwantstowrite]

bear with me here because i'm gonna ramble about something i've been thinking about for a while... and i'm not complaining, i'm just noticing

sometimes i think we've leaned so far into the vigilante side of the batfam that we miss out on what really makes their characters: detective work. we need more mysteries in their lives that don't lead up to some big bad "we already know who's doing it" or an "end of the world" or "yet again: this fucking guy." we need more stuff where spy movie music plays in the background and dumb adventures that don't lead up to some huge grand event with a big name villain. the shock factor stops being shocking or interesting in any capacity if we're like "Gah! the Joker! ... Again!" or whatever

does that even make sense? like "yeah sure they're blowing up a building again and there's hostages. oh look they're gonna poison the water supply." these aren't bad and that's not what i'm getting at because obviously this is a classic for comics. you need to have characters/antagonists that show up more than once and who can make a story better by being in it. and i did say to bear with me- that's because im tired. so like i hope im getting this across the right way? it's just that sometimes i don't wanna see a huge explosion, i want these motherfuckers solving a regular murder or a disappearance or regular corruption in a local office without it being tied to a grand reveal like "actually this person knows you as a long lost relative" or "they were at that circus can you guess which night they went?" that kind of thing? if you get me? like... more of the small time stuff makes the big stuff important, it makes it stand out more. at some point, the format gets repetitive even if you're switching up the villains. you can make these situations/mysteries still fun to solve for the characters and fun to read for the audience if you do it right

the concept of a detective dressed as a bat and having a sidekick in traffic light colors is inherently goofy as hell??? but that is what is so charming about it??? i think we have lost the balance between them being silly while also being intelligent with important conversations that criticize the world as we see it and teach lessons and can go over dark topics. nowadays it's always end of the world problems or just straight up the most gruesome true crime you can think of?? or they can ONLY do the dark stuff and the criticism without offering a balance of the good in the world. or we keep coming back to the FUCKING JOKER-

like yes they are vigilantes and with that comes a different level of their work, but their brand should be a mix between a black and white detective film that can get very nitty gritty and a classic spy movie, that kind of thing. at the end of the day, it's what makes them so different from the superheroes. that's what appeals to me.

seeing them in the big superhero groups is fun, don't get me wrong. it's always funny to see them standing next to people who are so powerful they never really fit in with anyone but each other, who chose to step up and use their powers for good. the Bats' specialty is Gotham and yet here they are stopping a god or whatever. and they do stop the god or whatever, all the while being an important leader and strategist to their teammates. they're important to have in these cases. but if there's a world ending event every time i pick something up, it's not as fun

the fact that they are so very human and not fantastical is why i like reading them. it's what makes the joke of people, even Gotham citizens, theorizing about them being cryptids, funny. they're fucking weird but that's because they're detectives. people who love to solve mysteries usually have a fatal flaw of curiosity. they forget the bounds between social interactions sometimes because they're used to working through problems or being intertwined with partners that understand them. but they're very much human. so human that it hurts them in many ways. and idk i've just been thinking about it lately and idk what point i'm trying to get across actually

it's just that in my eyes that's how it really is for Batman- a black and white movie narrated by a very serious man who took up a job to help people, one that has a deeper commentary on the world and viewed outwardly as pessimistic but actually has a deep hope for his city and who tries to help even the people who have wronged others. He's a stationary man in the belief that him being a constant can serve to soothe others and help them move forward. He stays in the middle of the path so he can tell everyone what is up ahead. he blends into the Gotham rainy night to serve justice but in a way that saves both the victim and the perpetrator. (the way he tucks a Robin into his cape is the same he does for Gotham with his mere presence.) and his background is actually so important to his story and yet people still somehow gloss over the lesson from it? he lost his parents because of a man who was on the opposite end of the spectrum to where he was in life. and yet he chose to help the people like the man that killed his parents. he could have done anything else with his power and money, but he instead is choosing to bring as many people up with him as he can. He's Mr. Serious that no one else can get a read on. and yet he walks into a room and he's already piecing together your life and what you're going through because he thinks it matters. he comforts people who have lost something or someone or themselves. I picture Batman and I don't picture a man trying to save the world, I picture a detective walking around a crime scene and trying to save at least one person every time he puts on the cape. and he put on the cape and became a vigilante because then he could go out of the bounds of what laws have been set up- and specifically, Gotham has other people in power who are corrupt, keeping the system that way. that's why Batman being a billionare and throwing himself into helping people at the risk of his own life is so important. he knows that if you are alive, you have something or someone to lose, no matter who you are. the dude is a bleeding heart but he doesn't know how to express it, in fear that if he gets too close, if he moves down the path with them, he'll be lost again

and then he's met with someone who should be a complete opposite, but isn't at all, because they're two sides of the same coin. his partner in crime, his son, a boy that is nothing like the black and white world that he sees. and that's the point in his life where he first sees that potentially getting lost is worth the risk. Robin is color and passion that needs guidance to move forward, but can not do so unless the stationary man learns to move with him. the kid is loud and reckless and you'd think he's from a different genre from the detective but they aren't so different, really. not when you look close enough. Dick grew up moving from place to place and seeing the world, knowing so many different people from different cultures. He's been learning to fly and jump and embrace the free fall his entire life. He's clever and he's sharp, and he thrives in the action and adventure. it's that perspective that compliments the stationary man. one is steady and the other pushes. he's the same genre but a different generation. and Batman introducing him to the way of life he chose for himself was another way he could save someone. because let's be real for a second? Dick would have gone down a very dark path had he not had Bruce, who understood, who saw not just himself in the kid but also saw who the kid has been his entire life until now. he saw Dick's parents, he saw the family he had in the circus, he saw the joy he had in what his family was doing. he saw the grief and the fire and the color that Dick's world was made of. because to Bruce, it always matters. Dick had to come to terms with Bruce's perspective to help anyone who they come across, to always give more chances, and it kept Dick from losing his color

what gets me is that the man who lives in the black and white world can actually see many different shades of gray (because black and white always needs the medium), whereas the boy in a world of color and light can get so focused on the bright that he can become single minded. and yet the boy sees a world of color and delves deeper into the lives of the peolle they come across and can be much more open minded, and the man in the black and white world sometimes forgets the shades of grey are right there. they are just like each other. they can exist without the other, but do they want to? because the black and white can be built up into the colored image, like the inking and shadows drawn on a comic book page before the colors are added in. they meet in the middle to complete each other. Bruce has been passing the story over to the next generation for a long, long time, even before his story was complete. and just like with the first Robin, it was so for every Robin afterwards. they each color in the lines differently, but that's what makes Robin so special, so unique. they are an art style that branches into their own life, but can not forget where they started: tucked into Batman's cape and the inky black of his world

and so detective work really frames their hunanity to me. the mysteries they get their hands on, the glimpses into the lives of Gotham citizens that they swore to protect, it's fascinating. it's what makes their story stand out compared to the people who can lift trucks or cast spells or run around the world in seconds. so yeah ig that's what i'm trying to say? that i want to read more of that? in both canon and fanon. cause even the small time villains we see can be like. AWFUL people and it takes out the fun of their gimmicks. and if it were any other day this would be a more coherent post but alas, it is not any other day

[floralscented]

i seriously did not want to do this but if i'm gonna be talked abt behind the scenes, and if ppl i follow are going to start turning on me because of one actual psychopath that has not left me alone for 3 weeks, i'm gonna say my piece because it is not fair to know that i am being painted in a bad light, when i have been a victim, and my friends have been dragged into this because every time, it is made public.

all of this has happened in a span of twenty one days. here's my proof.

this is a server that one of my close friends and most adored people (who, again, like anyone else mentioned in this, should not have been dragged into this fucking tirade) created for spn fans on discord to cultivate a fun little community and to make friends. she acquired the link, i don't know who invited her or if somehow she just found the link if it was posted and joined herself, but she showed up.

four days into her being there, i tell the server, i'm making a mr. & mrs. smith inspired jackles bot. i'd more say 3, because i posted it at midnight that day. eleven hours later, she says 'i wanna make a mr. & mrs. smith dean bot.' so my whole idea. and i am not a confrontational person by nature, so i was trying to lightly discourage without straight up saying no, because i did not know this girl. it'd been a little over 3 days.

i have the person i was replying to blurred because i'm actually sick of people getting dragged into this that did not have any reason to be put in between her shit with me, whatever the hell that may be.

here is me lightly trying to deny it but not outright saying no, and maybe that's on me, but who in their right mind sees someone else's idea and eleven hours later just blatantly copies it?

and she did copy it. word for word. this is my intro message on the left, and this is hers on the right. it's literally word for word, practically, with the lines lining up and everything.

so i'm angry. i don't care abt follower account but now i'm going to look like the thief because at this point, i'm not anywhere near big. like 300 followers. which again, don't care about, but sometime between the span of this above and what's coming, she'd been posting abt a milestone very close to 1k. that is a clear difference, and an abuse of the writing channel, that is supposed to have been a safe place for us to share our ideas.

i don't say anything about this, though. my breaking point is when she discovers my bonnie & clyde au and says she wants to make a bot based on it. which maybe i would have said yes to someone else, but she'd stolen my idea already before, word for word, and i wasn't in the mood. so i politely told her no, and that i was planning on making bots out of all of my aus. and she goes something like, "oh, that's fine, i just really liked the idea is all." i have deleted our dms on discord because i didn't want her reaching out to me again, which does come up!

anyways, i think it's cool. i'm thinking she's not going to take anything else, because i denied her one thing, so maybe this was just a one-off.

she posts this into the writing server, like she's showing off that she made the bot anyways / had made it already in the short span of time it took me to reply to her, and was trying to get hype for it??? or something?? or rub it in my face that she made it anyways? i don't know her motives. for anything that happens in this.

not to mention, she made a mr. & mrs. smith dean pt two in this time, for some reason. again, not her idea.

but going back to the above screenshot, that's her chatting with bonnie & clyde!dean. please look here at a screenshot of my fic, literally making it clear that whatever the intro she used for this, it was identical, because the interaction here is identical to my writing.

the day before this, december 1st, she was also asking me to tell her abt the au, but i'm not going to downright say that it was to stake out stuff to steal, but looking back, it seems like it.

so by this point, i'm angry! really angry! because every idea i mention in that chat, gets stolen by her. so i make this post. kind of infamous when it comes to future things.

immediately, she knows it's about her, because she's messaging me everywhere. i. do. not. engage. behind the scenes, i'm talking to people in the server abt it, because i literally am being stolen from and expected to take it! so she gets kicked.

this causes her to message me even more. this causes her to make an entire post ( now deleted by ppl in the server's request, because we thought once 'resolved', it would be resolved ) tagging every single person in the server. not just me, not just the people who came forward or the server's owner, but everyone who has no idea what's going on. trying to pitch her case.

her case being, by the way, that the reason she copied me was because of photographic memory. i feel like i have a screenshot of this but can't find it, and also don't want to keep using all my limited picture spaces. but if i find it and you want to see it, i will show it.

she gets let back into the server on a warning. it's like a 3 strike system, i imagine, which this is where things get psychotic! like genuinely!

the very day that i tell her no to the bonnie & clyde thing, i get this in my inbox.

on god, never before have i been told this ever. and i'm supposed to believe that it's not a coincidence, when the only person i've 'wronged' on tumblr so far is her, and just for calling her out on her shit? i've literally been on tumblr for maybe 2 months maximum at this point. like i only know a handful of people, and most are in this server.

so i move on. whatever. one of my friends from the server makes a post ( that i rb-ed, but i'm not gonna link it because again, i'm keeping them out of this if i can, but it's also on my page still ) in my defense, because genuinely, it is not that fucking serious to tell a fanfic writer to kill themselves.

after she posts it, she gets an anon telling her to track them. and then one telling her to kill herself. again, i'm not posting who's doing this, but she responded to it, and it's on her account if you need to see more proof.

so you might be thinking, how do you know this is her? it's a lot of circumstantial evidence and gut feelings. and yes, i did doubt it at the time that maybe it wasn't, and i was just paranoid, but literally sometime last week, she not only:

messaged me 4 times privately on discord to reply to a question i already answered (being like do you think i'm a bad person? or something like that. but i answered it! and she added something on the end that i didn't see because i was busy and in a different timezone.)

tagged me twice in the server to try and get my attention for this question.

private messaged me here on tumblr.

sent an ask, which i do still have & a screenshot in case it gets deleted btw, about it.

MADE. A THROWAWAY ACCOUNT. BAITING ME INTO REPLYING TO IT. it was a comment abt a fic, so i said thank you, and within 3 fucking minutes max, she sent me ANOTHER message on discord saying "please stop ignoring me." THE ACCOUNT NOW, IS GONE. SO THAT'S HOW I KNOW IT'S HER. you will see later, too, that this is fitting for her character.

i know that screenshot is not much to go off of, but that account did not follow me, did not even like or interact with that fic. i remember taking that screenshot because i was like, there's no way this is her, like actually no way, because the first message to get me to say anything was just like a compliment. and the moment i replied, she messages me, and after i message back, i get the above response. i hope this makes sense.

this is her strike 2, by the way, because i was getting harassed and i wasn't going to sit there and be like yeah this is fine that this is happening to me. i am six hours, maybe more, behind her timewise. as you can see in the screenshot, it was 1:27 am for me.

so all of this happens, and she's getting increasingly more passive aggressive. she keeps bringing up CONSTANTLY that none of us interact with her things anymore, which is crazy to me, because she hardly interacted with ours but expected things back for her. not to mention, of course i wasn't going to interact with someone the same after that someone stole my shit.

all of this leads to december 17th, which yes, was yesterday. which i'm assuming is her big crashout because it's the only reason i can think of anything else that it could be??? but me and a lot of the other server members get anons like this. which is why, like i said earlier, i am convinced the kys is her. this one is the one i received.

and these are a couple that my friends did.

none of us reply, and she's spamming in the chat asking if we got anything, and we all deny it, because we know it's her. like, who else comes into other people's asks to talk shit on someone else? it makes no sense. especially people that the anon wouldn't have known? that she was friends with? i wasn't even in her little intro tagged post, like a lot of the server was before now, so it's literally a dead giveaway that this is her.

when she gets to me, though, after being told i think twice that no, none of us received anything, tumblr must have eaten it, her message changes. and she's like "i just got a second ask telling me that you definitely got one." and when i asked to see the screenshot of the ask that name drops me, she says she deleted it. like how convenient, right?

so this is where things get absolutely mental. more so than they are.

the dani era. shortlived but absolutely insane. suddenly she's leaving her account, as you probably saw from one of her posts that's now deleted, but i might have a screenshot.

you can't really see it but she changed her server name to dani too, and you might have seen her account before literally this afternoon, was daniisms. so again, she is kicked, because suddenly handing off your account to a stranger is weird and violates the rules. i am not in charge of the kicking, by the way, if for some reason you think i am. i literally am just a person in the server who for some reason was targetted? idk.

i don't want to air out her shit but this is the reasoning she provided for why she was quitting and 'dani' was taking over. sorry it's so small i was on my laptop n so it's just. like that.

in a later message, she brings up how specifically she is depressed... because of lack of engagement from us. literally. and i get that that's upsetting, but she just handed over her whole account allegedly? because of it? that's insane to me.

so after she's kicked, she starts messaging some of us on discord, i got an ask.

this, also, is still in my drafts, because i was going to privately be like arty this is actually clinical please seek help, but it wouldn't let me post it privately so i didn't! because i never wanted! any of this! public! from the very beginning!

also you can see there, the username change. so a lot of us block her. i didn't because i wanted to see if being kicked and no longer apart of the server would make her give it up, which yeah, i should have, but i give a lot of benefit of the doubt if you can't tell, when all it does is bite me in the ass.

because a lot of people got blocked, she made an account called bella-oftheball, and only followed two people from the server, commented on one of my random fics, and on the account right now, her only like is another person from the server's. not to mention, the header on the account is literally exactly her edit style. again. blocked.

so this morning. all of us are getting messages from arty again, suddenly back on her account, and claiming that all of this is a hacker. that she hasn't even been here for weeks. so this is the first time she's seeing any of this allegedly and she's confused, doesn't understand why she's gone from the server, her discord account's deleted...

still here in my friends list. lol. and she's in my asks, as you can see where i answer it. so you can see her exact defense and then her in the comments.

now i just want you to tell me why a hacker would:

post all of her drafts

target a spn tumblr writing acct??? like?

and none of her sideblogs ?

make up ANOTHER persona aka the friend named dani.

go through the effort of liking some of our things when she did, and interacting with all of us in the server???

because hackers usually idk. delete the entire accounts. or post awful things on someone else's accts. they wouldn't just run it like their own ??????

so yeah. she's back on tumblr btw, as artyandink, as arty. i'm posting this because her intro message has changed to no longer have any of the server ( not me, never me, and i wonder why! ) but people that i know she's telling all of this too and painting not only me as a bad guy, but also my friends who literally only are involved because they were defending me. dragged into this shit for daring to believe me.

i am making this both in my defense and as a warning. please be careful around this person! she switches identities on a dime to fit her narrative, will harass you if you don't answer fast enough, will harass you if you say anything she doesn't like, and will literally torment your entire friend group if she deems fit, as a form of sick pleasure or something. again, i don't know her motive, just that i've been going through this behind the scenes for 3 fucking weeks, all for it to lead up to this, and to have me being pinned by her to people that do not know a thing about this because it was NEVER MEANT. TO BE PUBLIC. OR THIS INSANE.

<3 please stay safe ily guys.

[regregregulusblack]

My official intro post . ⋆✮ ˚ . ✩°｡⋆｡

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘. My name is Regulus Black, and no, you are NOT allowed to call me Reg or Reggie.

A photo my friend Evan took of me without my permission. I will never forgive you, @barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr !!!

I am intersex and I go by he/they pronouns. I don’t like to label myself, but at least I am not straight. I am single and not looking for anyone at all at the moment. I am also autistic and have ADHD. NOT the wild sort. The fucking-tired-bitch-stfu-sort.

My interests:

• Art

• Quidditch (I’m a seeker)

• Poetry (both reading and writing)

• Reading books

• Defence of the Dark Arts

• Analysing every single lyric in every single Taylor Swift song and crying about it

• Makeup

On this blog I will be posting quotes, poetry, art, photographs and selfies and just silly little things that I feel like sharing. If I see any posts about me, I will read them and BEWARE, I will be critical. So you might see me around :) You have been warned.

You will also probably see me having chats with my friends, @remus-lupin-offical is one of them but I’m still waiting for my other idiot friends to finish making their bloody accounts. I will add them here as soon as I can! Update: Took as them long enough, but now they’re also on Tumblr! People you will see me interacting with:

• @sirius-thesstar (Ew)

• @remus-lupin-offical (Why’d you choose my idiot brother as your boyfriend? You’re better than this.)

• @the-real-marls-mckinnon

• @xxcassiexx Dorcas Meadows, a Slytherin I have deep respect for. Say hi to Dorcas!

• @barty-not-barry (My batshit crazy friend)

• @pandora-notyetalovegood (Fellow Slytherin, say hi!)

• @lily-evans-for-ya (In a world of annoying people you are a nice person. Take it as a compliment or don’t. It’s up to you.)

• @captainjamespotter (Annoying Gryffindor)

• @stolemyheelsfromlegolas (DO NOT CALL ME REGIANO FFS) (MARY YOU HEAR ME?!)

• @barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr (Another lovely Slytherin asshole, he and Barty should just shut up and kiss by the way)

• @ur-local-peter-pettigrew (Gryffindor)

• @itty-bitty-bella (Cousin)

• @therealcissyblack (Cousin who loves me :))

• @andro-black (Cousin AS WELL)

• @the-best-slytherin (Luna, a fellow Slytherin)

• @yourfavouritehufflepuffgirl (Ew Hufflepuffs) (Ooc: I love Hufflepuffs)

You will see me arguing with my brother, @sirius-thesstar. Like, a lot. Don’t mind Sirius, he’s an idiot. If we’re arguing in French, do NOT translate if you’re a scaredy cat…

Do not interact if:

• You’re Sirius and you’re mad at me

• You’re a Gryffindor (yeah that goes for you too Sirius) (Slytherin is the best Hogwarts house)

• You’re transphobic

• You’re homophobic

• You don’t like me for some other reason

• You’re a Taylor Swift hater

I love Taylor. Don’t you ever disrespect her. Her new album only further proves that she’s a true poet. Even @sirius-thesstar agrees with me on that.

Other things I love are:

• Cats (I dream of having two black cats and naming them Phoebe and Ruby)

• The sea (It’s so calming to watch, but I HATE swimming. It’s too cold. And wet. Yuck.)

• The rain

• Conan Gray (No one can take his album “Superache” from me. Don’t ever try or I’ll bite u.)

Hope I’ll see you around! (Or not. Depending on my mood)

My tags: #regregregulusreg, #thetorturedpoetofthecave, #regulussy

Random edit: Ooc: Eh so I’m a minor and I’m a victim of actual physical and mental abuse and I’m still going through stuff, so eh, “Reggie” might be talking jokingly about abusive parents and a tough upbringing on here and stuff like that… just know that that is my fucked up coping mechanism okay, and I don’t mean any harm, and please if you’re joking around with me about abuse don’t take it too far since it might be triggering for me. Thank you.

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Hideous Shoes

Request: Leighton x Fem reader, a part two vibe to the first Leighton x reader story, but instead the reader is talking to Tatum at a party. From afar it looks like they are flirting, but essentially reader only gets along with Tatum because she reminds her of Leighton. Requested by 🫀 (I summarized the ask, but will share the full length one)

Summary: Leighton makes you go to a party straight from work. Apparently, everyone hates your shoes.

Pairings: Leighton Murray x Fem Reader

A/N: 🫀, I really hope this lives up to your request and you like it okay. I def went for something more fun and lighthearted than angsty. If you wanted a different vibe, please let me know and I'll do it all over again for you.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Also, will work on getting that master list post up shortly lol

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"Look behind you, but don't make it obvious." Whitney says, walking up to Leighton while she chatted with Kimberly

"What are you talking about? Look where?" She said kinda loudly and Whitney shushed her, knowing that Leighton's voice had the ability to cut through the noise of any party if she really wanted it to.

"Shush! I said don't make it obvious." She said quietly. "Look at the bar and check out who's talking to Y/N right now."

She whipped her head around, doing the exact opposite of not making it obvious. Kimberly giggled and Whitney didn't even try to hide her annoyance.

"Oh my gosh, Tatum!" Kimberly said innocently. "She's been killing it on the tennis team." She informs the group and Leighton looks at her weird.

Like the type of look that says 'don't tell me useless information.'

"Why is she talking to Y/N?" She stood on her tippy toes, watching the interaction with furrowed eyebrows.

"Tatum is gonna, like, eat her alive." Whitney points out, taking a sip of her drink.

"Should I say something? What do I do?" She stands flat on her feet again and looks to her friends.

"Did y'all see Y/N and Tatum at the bar?" Bela joins the group after returning from the bathroom, looking just as confused as the rest of them.

"Yes, we saw." Leighton practically hissed. "I'm figuring out a plan."

"Well, while you're doing that, Tatum is making your girl laugh." Bela points out, raising her eyebrows and taking a sip of her drink.

Leighton narrows her eyes, turning around again to see for herself.

"Tatum is not that fucking funny so I don't know why she would be laughing like that."

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You've been dragged to another party by Leighton. You don't even know how she knows this many people or this many social events happening.

What you do know? You didn't even get a chance to fully walk through the door when you came home from work tonight before she ran up to you all dressed up begging you to go to this party with her and her friends. Telling you that she really wanted to go, that she hates going to parties without you and just rambling on about how much she wanted you there.

You know it was most likely so you could play babysitter to her and her friends, but you honestly didn't mind it too much. Once she had about three drinks in her she would be clinging on to you the rest of the night and telling you how much she couldn't wait to be back home with you. You would be silly for ever wanting to miss out on that.

You did tell her that you weren't going to change out of your work outfit and she made a face immediately and said 'at least your shoes?'

Which, okay, it was a fair comment. They were just comfy gym shoes that you paid next to nothing for, but you had a long day at work and your feet were tired and the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortable for a party you didn't even want to go to.

You made the argument that the shoes stay on or you don't go and she folded easily, kissing your cheek in excitement.

So she dragged you to a frat house that you're almost certain you've never even heard of before actually. All the normal frat party goers were present, so clearly it was only you that wasn't well informed.

You had been going back and forth to the make shift bar all night, your poor tired feet begging to go the hell to bed already. You ignored them easily though, too eager and too happy to do anything that would please Leighton.

You were on your fourth trip to the bar tonight, getting drinks for Kimberly and Leighton this round. Fuck it, maybe even yourself.

The poor frat boy at the bar was swamped and doing his best. Clearly a freshman or a new pledge assigned to do the stressful task of managing the overwhelming job that is a bar at a college party.

But you had been there three times already tonight and he already knew you were going to be patient with him. He said he knew what you wanted and to just give him a second. He would apologize to you profusely every time you made eye contact while while he handling some other demanding frat boy that was yelling in his face. You would just wave him off politely and tell him you weren't in a rush.

Honestly, leaning against the bar wasn't feeling too bad for your feet either.

"Those shoes are atrocious." Came a voice from behind you.

You roll your eyes and turn around, making eye contact with some blonde you've never seen before.

"Trust me, I'm well aware." You say with a slight bite in your tone.

"Oh! So you do have some sort of taste then." She says with a condescending smile.

"I have enough taste to know that whatever the fuck tweed jacket you're wearing is better suited for the winter months. It's September and like eighty degrees. Aren't you a little warm?" You say, returning that condescending vibe.

She raises her eyebrow and nods, looking almost impressed.

"Okay, I'll admit, you've got me there. That still doesn't take away from the fact that your shoes? Hideous." She doubles down on offending your shoes and you throw your head back in laughter.

"They're totally designer, though." You nod and she looks at you curiously. "Oh yeah. Wál-Mart." You say, trying to make it sound French and clench your jaw to hold back a laugh. "Ever heard of her?" She looks at you still confused and you can tell she's going through a list of designers in her head. "Walmart. They're from Walmart."

"You're an ass." She laughs and gives you a playful shove. You laugh loudly at her reaction, throwing your head back. "You think you're so funny."

"I think I'm hilarious, actually." You chuckle again, dabbing under your eyes with the back of your index finger. She rolls her eyes at you, but you can tell she's holding back a smile.

"You're slightly comical at best."

"At best? I'm slightly comical at my worst. Get outta here. At best, psh."

"Well aren't you cocky?" She crossed her arms, looking you up and down.

"Says the person who insulted a random stranger for no reason."

"I did have a reason. I hate your shoes." You laugh and shake your head.

"You and everyone else in my life apparently. I am so sorry for offending you. Let me go chop my feet off right now." You say sarcastically and she laughs.

"No need to be dramatic. Buying new shoes would suffice. Those are shoes my grandfather would wear. Very...geriatric."

"Geriatric?!" You say in disbelief. "Honestly, that feels more offensive than anything. Jesus Christ." You chuckle, still a little in shock about that insult she threw your way.

"I mean...if she shoe fits." She sucked in her top lip to hold back a laugh. You busted out laughing and she followed suit, laughing with you.

"That was a good one, I'll give it to you."

"Good enough to get you to help me secure a drink from this monstrosity of a bar situation." She says sweetly with a smile.

"No," you shake your head. "Absolutely not." You chuckle. "It was nice to meet you though...?"

"Tatum."

"It was nice meeting you, Tatum." You feel a tap on your shoulder and the kid at the bar is handing you four drinks, which you only needed three but in his defense you had been getting four like all night. You technically had an extra drink to spare that you could've given her, but why would you do that when you could feel Leighton's eyes burning into you from across the room. You also just did not want to. You turn and grab the cups carefully, holding two in each hand.

"Got a lot friends?" She asks curiously when she sees your full hands.

"And a girlfriend that likes to fight." You say as an attempt to warn her. "Have good rest of your night." You give her a friendly smile before pushing past her, careful to not spill the drinks and leaving her to fend her herself at the bar.

You slowly dance your way back to the group. You stop immediately, looking confused when the four of them just stare at you silently. Your eyes bounce between all of them, waiting for someone to say something. You were just about to open your mouth when Leighton opens hers.

"What the fuck was that?" She asks harshly and it kinda catches you off guard.

"What do you mean? I got drinks?" You hold up the four drinks confused. The four of them each take a drink from your hand and even though one of those drinks were intended to be for you, you've now been left drink-less and slightly disappointed.

"With Tatum!" She blurts out and you cock your head to the side.

"You know Tatum?" You ask, and you can see Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly all have a visceral reaction to your question.

"We may have possibly kinda dated, but this isn't about me right now." She rushed out. "You just seemed awfully giggly with her."

"She was kind of an ass honestly. She called my shoes atrocious." You could see Leighton raise her eyebrows and tilt her head in a silent agreement.

"It just seemed like a lot of talking for someone that called your shoes repulsive."

"Atrocious, jeez." You correct.

"Same thing." She waves off your correction. "What did you say back to her."

"Well, I told her I knew they were ugly and she said something about how I do have some taste. So I made a comment about her jacket being out of season just to prove it." She looked over your shoulder, taking a glance at Tatum who was still waiting at the bar.

"Damn, you're actually right. I've trained you well."

"I told you I listen to you when you talk." You shake your head at her. "She then asked me to help get her a drink from the bar. Obviously, I did not." You say, gesturing over to her still waiting. "She reminded me of you a little bit, honestly. I think that's why I was having fun bickering with her."

"Ew, don't say that. I am not like her." She looked offended, her top lip twitching.

"Right, sure." You say sarcastically, just agreeing to appease her. "Remind me again what you think of my shoes tonight?" She glared at you, her right eye twitching slightly.

"I...love them." She said, her tone of voiced sounding everything but truthful.

"See, I'm so glad you said that! I was thinking of getting another pair." You tease.

"Okay, let's not get out of hand here. You look like you went shopping in my dad's closet."

"Funny you say that also, actually. Tatum said my shoes gave off a similar vibe. She called them 'geriatric'."

"Well..."

"I'm so sick of both of you!" You tease, wrapping your arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to you.

Very obviously not sick of her at all.

She leaned into you, sipping her drink.

"Babe?" You ask softly.

"Hmm?"

"What did you mean when you said you 'kinda' dated Tatum?"

"I can't hear you! The music is like really loud all of a sudden." She shouts slightly and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at her.

You pull her against you tightly and press a string of loud and obnoxious kisses against her cheek, making her laugh and scrunch her shoulders up.

"You're a pain in my ass. You hear that over the music?" You tease and she smiles at you, her hand resting against your stomach.

"Now that I heard loud and fucking clear."

[onlyhereforthestories]

Bumpy History - Part 2 (Aitana Bonmati x Reader)

I'm so sorry this took so long I went home for the weekend and got busy seeing family. Here is part 2 now! Part one here

Today was the day, you had spent the summer figuring out what you felt for Aitana and running through your head what you wanted to do in terms of those feelings and you had come to the same conclusion every time you thought about it. you wanted to get to know her. You wanted to know the way she worked, you wanted to know what she thought about thing and more than anything you wanted to get to know what made her, well her.

You had spent a lot of your summer away with various girls on the team, this included a week away with Leila and Patri in Mallorca, as well as a weekend trip with Alexia to Malaga. During all these trips you spoke to the people you were with about what you wanted to do and what it meant for you.

Patri was the one who told you to go for it as soon as the team got back together for preseason training and that’s how you found yourself here. The team had gone out to the pitch for warm-ups, Aitana was the last one to have her check-up so was slightly later and so you waited. All the confidence you had built up went when she strolled into the changing room in her football shorts and a sports bra.

“Mierda, y/n you scared me. I thought I was the last one. What are you still doing here you should be training.” You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering to admire the woman’s mid-drift, well that was until she cleared her throat.

You brought your eyes back up to her face only to see her eyebrows raised and a slight teasing glint in her eyes. “Lo siento, I um wasn’t expecting this. I wanted to speak to you if that is okay?” You could feel your cheeks heating up, why this woman turned you into a gay mess with one look at her abs you would never know.

“Sure but we have training so make it quick.” She wandered over and sat next to you, still without a top on.

You contemplated your next words for about a second before saying fuck it and speaking. “Put a shirt on first please, you're distracting me.” If you were shy before, the woman was seeing it fading in front of her eyes. She gave you a slightly confused look but got up and grabbed her training top before joining you again.

“Okay, so I have spent the whole summer thinking about our history and how we’ve interacted over the years and how I want that to change. I don’t know what happened when we were younger but I know that neither of us wants to communicate that way anymore. Well for you it seems like you don’t want to communicate at all and if you don’t then obviously I’ll have to respect that and walk away but I know I don’t want that.” You paused to look at the woman sitting next to you and were met with her eyes focused fully on you, and when she nodded you knew she was listening and you could carry on. “You are on my mind a lot. The last year I have been wondering more and more how you spend your days when we are training or playing, I’ve wanted to make sure you are okay when you look sad. I want to be one of the people you laugh with at training, but most of all I want to get to know the real you. Not the one you semi-show me now.”

You both sat there next to each other thinking over what you had just said, and when a few minutes passed you knew she wasn’t going to say anything. “Okay I understand, I’ll see you out there.” You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice but you knew you were never good at hiding your emotions.

You didn’t speak to anyone all session, you were all in your head and beating yourself up forever thinking you were good enough for someone. After the warm down you ignored both Leila and Patri’s shouts for you to wait up and you walked straight out of the grounds and to your car. What you weren’t expecting was to turn your key in the ignition and look in your rearview mirror only to see Aitana standing there stopping you from reversing out the space.

You wound down your window and stuck your head out the opening, “Aitana move, I just want to go home.” You were desperate and you could hear it in your own voice but you didn’t care, all you wanted to do right now was cry out the rejection.

“I’m coming with you.” She didn’t give you a choice in the matter just walked down the side of the car and got in the passenger side. You didn’t have the strength to fight her on this one, not when you saw Leila and Patri approaching.

“Okay fine but I don’t have anything more I want to say to you.” And with that, you pulled out of the stadium leaving behind two very confused best friends.

The journey home was silent, neither you nor Aitana said a word. Both take the time to think through what had happened today and what you wanted to do about it. Aitana was going between looking at you and out the window next to her, her mind a mess of ifs, buts and what-ifs. You on the other hand spent the whole time putting all your energy into keeping your eyes on the road and not on the woman beside you. You could feel her eyes on you on and off and it was making it hard to focus.

When you pulled up at your apartment complex you didn’t give the woman in your passenger seat the chance to even undo her seatbelt before you were out of the car and heading towards the entrance. Aitana grabbed both your bags from the floor in front of her and sped to catch up with you, which she did just as you were stepping into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, you both stood in silence. The tension in the air was thick, and neither of you seemed sure on how to break it. Aitana shifted nervously from one foot to the other, before finally breaking the silence. "Y/n, I didn't mean to upset you earlier. I really wasn't expecting you to say all those things, and I didn't know how to respond," Aitana admitted, her voice filled with emotion.

You glanced at her, seeing a vulnerability in her eyes that you hadn't expected. It was a stark contrast to the aloofness she had displayed on the field. "I understand," you replied, your voice softer now. "I know I surprised you, and I'm sorry if I put you on the spot. It's just… I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I wanted to be honest with you."

The elevator reached your floor, and you both stepped out. Aitana followed you to your apartment door. You hesitated for a moment before turning to face her. "Aitana, I don't want things to be awkward between us. I really do want to get to know you better and be friends. But if you're not comfortable with that, I'll respect your boundaries." She looked at you, and you could see a mix of emotions in her eyes. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I want to get to know you too, Y/n," she admitted. "I've always been guarded, and it's hard for me to open up to people." You offered a warm smile, feeling a sense of relief and joy that she was willing to see what could come of getting to know each other.

"I understand, let's take it one step at a time there is no need to rush. We can start by training together, then maybe getting to know each other better outside of Barca, and see where it goes from there." The smile on Aitana’s face appeared as soon as you finished speaking. "That sounds like a great plan."

With that being said, you exchanged phone numbers, and Aitana said she'd text you later to speak about training plans. As you both said your goodbyes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a new chapter in your bumpy road with Aitana. Who knows what could come of this but what you did know was that you will be glad to see the back of the tension.

[wellofdean]

Sorry ,for me personally, it has to be out loud acknowledge to even remotely make up for how badly they treated fans over the years, the out loud queerbaiting in one breath and mocking in the next. The in text gay jokes, sexism and homophobia. The digs at their own fans.

They want the credit without having to do it. Again. They want the pat on the back they need to earn it this time.

Years of baiting for views and profit needs a payoff imo. Sorry people downplaying how important the canonization of this ship in particular is just hurts to see over and over. Stop letting them off the hook please. You deserve more. We all do.

It’s important. It does matter.

The cas/destiel hope baiting continued with the Winchesters and that’s why I’m at a put up or shut up moment with Jensen and the writers. He and Danneel kept the hype up every week that the show was airing all the while knowing cas doesn’t even get a name drop. He’s not even hinted at. Mary/john paralleled destiel so many times yet refused to call it want it was.

They could have shut it down week one, they interacted on tweeter a lot during airing and knew what fans thought there was going to be an acknowledgment or hint that never happened. They are smart people, they saw the speculation and hype but didn’t step in with a gentle ‘sorry guys this is about the new crew’ they fanned the hope instead with ‘something big happens’ that was just dean meeting the new team.

Loved the Winchesters as a show, sad it got dropped cause I loved the new cast so much. That said the baiting hurt and wasn’t necessary, the show was good.

Everyone is looking back with rose colored glasses and rewriting history. But things were ugly with the spn team/cast/writers at times. The homophobia was pretty out loud in a way it was allowed to be in the early 00s. They’ve grown and that’s wonderful but it still happened.

They need to earn the praise they want imo. No hate! Glad you are happy! just feels a little unfair to say we should all let them off the hook again and be happy with nothing while praising the benevolent straights. Just my two cents 😅💚💙

I want to answer this sympathetically, because I know it's disappointing that no one has been willing to just say "Dean and Cas are gay for each other" out loud, and I don't think there are many people in this fandom who picked up what the narrative was putting down, and were not disappointed in the finale for LOADS of reasons, only one of them being that Dean never had the chance to acknowledge what Cas said to him. I understand your feelings, my anonymous friend, I really do. I too found the end of Supernatural deeply frustrating, because they managed to erase the meaningful journeys of every single character, not just Dean, though what they did with Dean was the worst. I completely understand wanting them to JUST FUCKING SAY IT. I do. I get you. I simply do not agree.

My argument, which I have made many, many times, is that what you want is THERE in the narrative. They made Cas Dean's ride or die, they made it obvious that Dean can't carry on without Cas -- that the loss of Cas means Dean loses his will to live. That was explicit. They made it clear that more than anyone else, EVEN Sam, Cas is essential to him. They structured the narrative around Dean and Cas's emotional beats. They let Cas say the obvious thing out loud, and then showed us Dean behaving exactly as Dean would in a situation like that -- in the midst of his existential crisis about who he is and whether he has ever had free will, and with the world falling around them -- they showed us Dean unable to speak, unable to respond but overwhelmed with emotion. Like, remember that when Mary died when Dean was four, he was unable to speak? Is it really so hard to imagine that he loves Cas with all his heart? To read love in Dean's watery eyes, and the way he chokes down his heart and begs Cas not to do this? Not to being saying goodbye? I mean... I CAN DO THAT MATH. Literally everything about the story supports it. IT IS THERE.

Fandom always argues: if Cas were a woman, we wouldn't have any questions, so what I am just wondering is, why do we have questions again? Is it because we (homophobically) can't just see it for what it is because it's gay? Because, when it's gay we lose our ability to interpret narrative, and we need to be told, like we are 5 years old, what's happening in a perfectly obvious story? Or, is it a skill issue? Is it because we need the creators of the story to affirm our interpretation? We need the actors to just TELL US what they meant when they did that thing with their faces? Do we need their permission to understand it for what it is?

I've said many times that calling what happened on Supernatural 'queerbaiting' because no one ever made out or fucked on the maps table is really offensive to me actually. Don't you know that there are queer people in this world who never get to live their truths? Who just ache and yearn and want, and never get to have? Like, that there are in fact queer people who are afraid to say what they feel, or who don't understand or embrace who they really are and what they really need until it's too late? Are those not QUEER EXPERIENCES? I love Dean and I love that story because it's queer as hell and it makes ME feel seen, because I am like him! I am a queer person of his age who didn't ask myself those questions seriously enough in time! My own queerness is very fucking real, and it is UNLIVED. That HAPPENS to actual queer humans, and like, it's not queerbaiting when it's just queer, but didn't tell you the queer story YOU wanted it to tell. You saw years of tease? I saw years of choices, and love, and accretion of deep wells of emotion. I saw a clear romance, and a character becoming. It was a story I needed, AS A QUEER PERSON.

And the Winchesters was just joyful if you went in with that understanding of the previous story. It was like getting an A+ in Supernatural week after week from Dean himself. I can accept that the stars didn't align for Cas/Misha to come back in the first season, accept that if he were coming back, it needed to be more than a cameo to make it right, and that it didn't work out. I am so sad it was cancelled, but I can accept that it was leading someplace it didn't get to go. That's not queerbaiting, either! It's telling a story that was aborted, and I think if you don't see that, then that is DEFINITELY a skill issue.

I'm not looking back with rose coloured glasses; Supernatural is fresh in my mind. I watched it again without the internal pressure of expectations that aren't going to be met, and let it tell me what it was really doing all along. I am happy. It's a really compelling, deeply romantic, deeply queer story. I don't need permission from anyone involved to think that, and I don't need it explained to me. I understand wanting it to just be fully explicit, but I would not trade the story it did tell for a simpler, less engaging one, that asked less of me. I love it very much AS IT IS.

And, please: point me to this fabled abuse of fans. I have never really seen an example of it that is not easily debunked with a little bit of context.

[hyunniesgirl]

So, I know you saw Minho looking so delicious at the VMA's yesterday 🤤. Could I request a blurb of reader and Minho after the show. It can be fluff, smut or whatever you like! I just can't get that man off of my mind, I'll take whatever you give me 😭🫠🫠

Girllllllllll you have great taste and you know it, thank you so much for your request. I hope you enjoy what I did here and please give me some feedback of what you think I should improve.

Summary: Lee Know gets overwhelmed easily when surrended by so many people in an unfamiliar place, though when he sees you all hot and bothered after their performance he thinks of a way to recharge his energy.

Words count: 1,501

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: unprotected piv(use protection people), throat fucking, blowjob(m receiving), pulling hair and dirty talk.

You were acting weird, you knew it and Minho knew it too. It started when he showed up at your hotel room, he was looking absolutely sinful and you were uncommonly embarrassed of the unholy thoughts running through your mind.

You were staring so intensely he had to snap his fingers in front of your face taking you out of your deep dirty thoughts, a smirk on his lips, "Do I look that good?", he already knows the answer and you nod automatically. He tilts his head cockily. "That's good to know"

After he leaves, you just know you're going crazy tonight. You two couldn't go together to the award event because other than the members no one knows you're dating, so you have to sneak into the backstage to watch their performance.

The problem and what put you in trouble is that you weren't expecting THAT performance. Of course you know they're good but that stage was something absolutely divine, they looked so powerful, so charming, showing everyone how talented they are and Minho was spectacular, looking delicious with his stage outfit.

So after they were finished most of the guys changed and went back to watch the rest of the show. But not Minho, he was seated on a chair with his legs spread looking extremely tired.

"Are you not going to get changed?", you ask, putting your hands on his shoulders trying to massage him.

"I just need a moment", he says, giving a tap on his thigh for you to sit and you do it without even thinking, sitting on his lap and laying down on his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

Minho starts to caress your thigh getting up and up, until he has his fingers pressing against the material of your panties.

"What's this?", he asks, making you blush, "why are you completely soaked?", he knows it's not just from the little contact you had with him in the few minutes he was in there.

You hide your face on the crook of his neck, you don't want to talk about those dirty things you were thinking, but he knows you so well, he might have an idea.

"If you don't speak I'll think you had someone over to satisfy your greedy pussy", he answers with his voice low and you flinch, sitting straight and looking shyly at him.

"Don't say something like that, Min, you're the only one for me"

"Then do as I say, or are you trying to be a disobedient little whore? Huh?"

You fidget with your fingers and he puts his hand on the small of your back caressing it so you could feel his encouragement.

"You just looked so good", you say blushing, he's your boyfriend you shouldn't be shy when saying this things to him but you never spoke about your desires with him looking at you with such a serious face, "you looked mad all night and I know it's because you were nervous and overwhelmed but I couldn't help to think how I wished I were the one you were mad with so you would bend me over and relieve all your stress on me"

Minho keeps silent, you're afraid to look at him. He looked so anxious before and now you are here talking about being a horny mess.

When you feel the hand he had on your back sliding up, your head snaps at him. You see his eyes dark like the night sky, full of the most pure desire you ever saw, he grabs your hair and pulls your head back exposing your neck.

"Hm, I was so nervous thinking about how I could calm down but I guess you can help me, right, beautiful?", he kisses your cheek.

"I can do anything you want, Min", you say and he smiles, that mischievous smile that shows up when you're in trouble.

Minho starts undoing his belt with just one hand giving a quick nod to the floor, you get on your knees understanding exactly what he wants.

You begin opening the zipper of his pants, but you're trembling so much it's difficult, his eyes never leave you as he follows your every move.

So when you free his hard cock a proud smile grows on his lips and you lick yours in anticipation.

"I don't have all the time in the world", he cocks one of his brows looking impatient.

Hurrying up you put his cock in your mouth taking it all the way to the back of your throat and pulling it out, you feel him twitching and the sound of a really dirty growl grace your ears.

Minho doesn't dare close his eyes or take them out of you. He puts his hand on your head guiding you to the speed he wants and moments later he begins thrusting, holding your head still so he can finally throat fuck you. His moans are music to your ears.

"You're such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this"

You keep looking at him, staring at his handsome face. You want to slide your hands into your pussy and touch your sensitive clit but you know better, if you're good enough he will fuck you so hard you're not going to be able to walk out of that room.

Just as you had that thought he pull your head out of his cock, "get up, I want you in front of that mirror, hands up front and ass up"

You abide by his order walking to the mirror, legs almost giving out not sure how you're going to keep standing when he fucks you.

You see him taking his jacket off and walking to you,  you're already a mess, your lipstick is blurred, your mascara staining your cheeks and your hair all out of place.

You feel Minho's hand on your thigh, his fingers going up taking your skirt together, you see his reflection raising his hand and smacking your ass making you whimper.

"Minho, please, can't you fuck me already?"

He smiles caressing the red mark of his hand on your skin.

"You're so beautiful I can't help admiring you", he says, "you're lucky I can't take it anymore"

He takes his hard dick on his hands and jerks it a few times leading it to your entrance. You feel like you're going to explode with pleasure when he finally thrusts into you, you scream so hard you hope the music outside was loud enough so no one heard you. You can't help moaning again seeing Minho's face, he has his eyes shut and his teeth biting his bottom lip.

"You feel so good, just being inside you is like heaven", you whimper when he begins moving, his hips bucking into yours with the most sinful sound of skin clapping.

He slides his hand to your stomach leading it to your clit and making circles on the sensitive spot, you moan throwing your head back and closing your eyes.

"Look at me", he grunts between thrusts, "look at how good I fuck you, don't take your eyes of me, you're mine", you know he's close because he's trusts are faltering and you sure are no better.

"Please, please, please", you're almost choking on the air, you can't breathe, your orgasm is so close.

"T-that's right, my p-pretty slut should beg", he stammers smacking your ass once more, the moan that scapes your lips is the final straw for him, soon after you feel his hot liquid inside of you. "Fuck"

He doesn't stop the circles on your clit making the knot on your stomach grow bigger and bigger so when you see him lusting after your reflection in the mirror you can't take it anymore moaning loudly as your release takes control of you. Your legs give out but he catches you before you can fall.

He carries you to the chair he was seated before and tries fixing the messy hair sticking in your face. You're breathless with no strength at all. Minho find some napkins and use it to clean you up, you don't even want to think about how you're going to get out of there without people realizing you're fucked out.

"I love you", Minho whispers, trying to fix your outfit too.

You nod, whispering that you love him too and without realizing you closed your eyes letting the fatigue take control.

The next day you wake up feeling like you were run over by a train, aching in every part of your body. You take a look at your phone and see it going off with messages.

Your friends sent you a link to an article and you gasp when you open it. There are pictures of Minho caring you out of the event and putting you in his car with the title "Stray Kids Lee Know caring non identified woman in his arms, dating rumors surface on the internet"

"We are in trouble", you whisper to yourself.

[velvetvexations]

I'm being stalked by someone who screams that I can't stop talking about her despite her having it made it clear she wants "no contact" and then screenshots my blog to spread more lies about me in spite of the fact that I have her blocked and block evading is supposed to be one of my grievous sins

like literally the most I have talked about her recently was with a coded name that doesn't even reference her URL in response to her taking a screenshot of my post and calling me pro-American because memes are hilarious but IRL seriously I would have preferred 9/11 not have happened

I am still not using her URL or her fucking name while she goes around saying VELVET VEXATIONS SHOULD DRINK BLEACH BECAUSE SHE SAID DONALD TRUMP DOESN'T BELIEVE TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN NOW EXCUSE ME I SAW MY LEAST FAVORITE COLOR AND NEED TO COMPOSE A MELINCHOLY POEM TO PROCESS THE GRIEF IT'S CAUSED ME

every time a transradfem equates discussing how transphobes feel about us is the same as misgendering other trans people, that's fucking pathetic assuming it's a genuine belief and not just something to performatively break into tears over as intoxicatingly self-righteous justification for thinking only the people they fetishize should be allowed to exist

but apparently! this person has another stalker who sends her posts to other people! and that's really interesting to me, you know, because the only post of her's I've ever received from an anon was one in which she was talking about me! And when that person came off anon to say it was them that sent it, she took a screenshot of that admission but did not include me telling them off for stirring shit

too bad I decided to delete the admission due them using her name and can't prove I gave them that dressing down, clearly I shouldn't have fucking bothered since innocence itself is no protection

she seriously can't stop calling me a TERF while actual no-bullshit TERFs are openly calling on one another to email publishers trying to get me canceled for writing a fanfic where it's briefly mentioned a trans teenager wore her sister's clothes without asking, what the fuck does any transradfem know about TERFs when I'm dealing with actual TERFs and all they are to them is an abstract concept used to bludgeon trans men and non-binary people with

these fucking people do not experience actual fucking problems, they do not have any conception of what an actual problem is, they sit around lying about the traitorous Queen of Tee Em Eees, puppet of the completely fictional AFAB patriarchy, because they do not have real problems and have never had one in their entire lives, like all fucking people who can't go five seconds without reminding you they're a communist because they think it's cool and trendy and makes them sound smart to say things like dialetic materialist epistemology transubstantiating within the imperial core of the glocal northsouth without actually engaging in any of the actual ideals that make communism laudable and worthy of sincere pursuit

the temptation is to say that transradfems do it because they feel powerless to do anything about actual social issues on any level and lash out at anyone they can feel good taking a swing at, but I don't give a fuck, I'm not willing to give them that they're just misguided, I don't think there's a single atom in the being of even one transradfem that cares about about anything beyond the clout they can extract from it, at best everything they whine about is less than a fourteen year old on Livejournal writing about how unfair it is when their parents won't let them get a tattoo except usually the the fourteen year old would be relaying actual events that actually happened

and I straight up do not fucking believe anyone gets hate mail over interactions I've had with them either, I fucking do not believe those obviously bullshit lies while I still get anons calling me zipperits and trying to trigger dysphoria on the assumption that works on me for saying I think transmascs aren't cis men

in fact, I kinna half-joked about it before, but I think I now just fully believe it one hundred percent was a fucking trans rad fem - probably even this one in particular! - who sent my published work to that TERF the other day, because I haven't had that pinned or brought it up in months and I've never gotten attention from TERFs before this month outside of one or two comments that went nowhere

motherfucking hellsite

fucking internet

fucking stupid motherfuckers

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys imagine, Roach died, before the creation of 141, but Soap is able to see his ghost. He was originally following Ghost around, really annoyed that he was using his death as an excuse to not get close to anyone, but when he found out Soap could see him and talk to him he started following him around instead.

And they get really close, like two peas in a pod, except they have to be discreet about it because no one else can see or hear Roach, and they'd think Soap was crazy if they saw him talking to no one.

They use that for shenanigans too: Roach will go follow someone else and report back to Soap, Gaz is genuinely starting to believe Soap has superpowers or something. It's really useful on missions as well, and Soap managed to successfully rescue team members thanks to Roach being able to move through walls and everything.

(Roach is not the only ghost Soap is able to see btw, just the only one he's talking to.)

And then Roach is witnessing his past lover trying really hard to not fall in love with Soap, and Soap trying really hard to not do anything about the love he already feels, and he has to try and convince Soap that he is dead. During that conversation he finds out that something else that keeps Soap from doing something is that he feels very confused about everything because he also has feeling for Roach.

So now Roach has to try and convince him that even if he was still alive he wouldn't have a problem with that. He's known for a while that he was polyamorous, but he hadn't really dared talking to Ghost about that because he thinks he's jealous and possessive.

And Soap is like "oh yeah, you want me to go say to Ghost 'don't worry about your dead lover that I'm not supposed to know, he's actually polyamorous and also in love with me, I know because his ghost told me!' ??? I'm sure he's gonna take that well!"

But Roach is nothing if not resourceful and he manages to put Soap in situations where he's forced to interact with Ghost, and eventually they kiss and their relationship is beginning to be something. They're not really sure what.

And Roach is sad, because he has to watch the two men he loves being in love without him, yes, but at least they're both happy, and it makes him feel a bit better. And then during a mission Ghost almost dies.

Because he was alone and Soap and Gaz were together, Roach was following Ghost this time, ready to fly to Soap in an instant if there was any problems. But there was and he didn't have time, so he instinctively grabbed the gun being pointed towards Ghost's head and moved it as the person was shooting, saving Ghost's life, giving him enough time to shoot the enemy himself.

But even as the threat is eliminated, Ghost is still looking up from where he's on the ground, staring right through him, looking shocked. No, not right through him, he realises when he moves to the side and Ghost's eyes follow him. He also realises that he grabbed the gun. He's never grabbed anything before, in all his years of being a ghost.

Then suddenly Ghost's eyes move wildly around, and he figures he disappeared from his view. He can still go through the walls, but he's kept the ability to grab stuff when he wants. It gives him a ton of new possibilities, to fuck with people and, of course, to touch Soap.

"I wish you were actually alive," Soap whispers to him, holding his hands against his face as he's falling asleep.

"What the fuck," comes Ghost's voice the next morning, waking both of them up - wait, since when could Roach sleep?

Soap doesn't understand immediately, because he's always been able to see Roach. But Ghost is standing in the door, looking straight at dead past lover.

Turns out Soap is a necromancer and he had no idea, though the whole 'I can see dead people' should probably have told him sooner that he wasn't normal... The more he wishes Roach is alive, the more he actually is. And they all end up happy and together. And Gaz is very happy to have won the bet that Soap indeed has superpowers.

The day Roach says, in a wondering voice, "I... I think I'm hungry" is the day they understand that something is really happening and he's actually coming back to life.

(Also, Soap has no control at all on his abilities, he has no idea what does what and why, he knows nothing. No one knows.)

[my-moo-moo]

demigod of fertility

She should have known she couldn’t run away from her true purpose. She was the daughter of Freyja, the Goddess of Fertility. She knew she had inherited her mother’s godly powers, when she had started bleeding before all her other classmates in school. Historically, all of her siblings have been stuck popping out children year after year, and refused to be trapped into such a life. When she began attracting boys like flies, she took precautions in her own hands. She began chopping her hair short, and hiding her feminine curves under layers of ugly oversized clothes so as to not even attract the male gaze. Hiding away from town, she avoided interaction with people, swearing that complete abstinence was her only option. She couldn’t trust the miniscule percentage of failure of birth control or condoms alike. She knew that any sliver of a crack in the barrier for sperm to swim past would automatically result in pregnancy. 

As the years pass by, her body only grew more desperate to carry life. Her menstrual cycles become almost unbearable with bloating and cramping that left her bedridden for an extensible fraction of the month. Still, her stubbornness kept her from giving into the temptation of falling in line.

This stubbornness was not only affecting herself, but horny men from all walks of life who have been awaiting a chance to knock up the once-in-a-lifetime demigod of fertility. In particular the sweet, potent stench of her fertile womb has been becoming far too distracting for the wolves in town. It was this collective obsession that led to a gathering of a rally of alpha wolves in one bar to enact a plan to end her abstinence. Once one of them gets her pregnant, surely she would give in to her breeder life purpose.

It’s not surprising when a brawl erupts in the bar as they argue who was going to have the chance to fuck her first. Hormone-high alpha meatheads are throwing punches in all directions and hurling others into the wooden furniture, all without the demigod’s presence. 

Almost one dead man from being shut down, the night is saved when one of the alphas takes charge and stands up on the bar to gather the attention of the mass. “I’m not sure it will even need to take sex to impregnate her,” he says with a smirk across his face. 

She only came out closer to the town to bathe in the dead of the night and even then she chose the smaller secluded pond. It didn’t take much effort for the wolves to uncover her daily routine when she smelt like the sweetest dessert in the midst of the gangly forest.

Unaware of the starving wolves hiding in the bushes, she began stripping her clothes down to her undergarments. She had her underwear halfway down one of her juicy buttcheeks, when her ears caught a shuffle of leaves behind her. She pauses her motion, in that singular moment of being caught unaware, a large beast launches at her, pushing her into the pond with a large splash. 

She flails in the water to get her bearings and when she finally manages to surface, the predicament she was in washes upon her. She was surrounded by wolves who had their large cocks out in their hands. Assuming that they were all there to gang rape her, she begins backing away from the shore. Strangely, the wolves don’t chase after her, instead they begin pumping their throbbing dicks until ropes of white cum stream into the water. 

Caught flustered by the unexpected course of action and circled on all ends by feral wolves, all she could do was wade in the water as she tried to figure out her next move. It didn’t take long before she felt an unfamiliar tug in her belly. Her hands fly over the plane of her stomach, immediately feeling a roundness straight out of her nightmares. She jerks back in shock and starts wading back to the shore, but the resistance of the water is frustratingly slowing her down. 

The wolves laugh at her splashing around desperately, not bothering to take their hands off their dick to help her. She manages to pull herself onto the rocks like a beached whale and looks down upon the irreversible damage on her body. 

The head of the pack steps over her and glances down with a winning smile. “Look at you, we didn’t even need to put our dicks in you. Your womb soaked up all the sperm in the water like a bone dry sponge.” 

Red hot embarrassment rises to her cheeks. Sometime during her struggle her underwear had fallen off her so the only thing left covering her modesty was the tight bandage she normally used to compress and conceal her heavy breasts. She had barely been in the water and her belly had already swollen up to look like she was halfway through her pregnancy. The wolves’ seed could’ve only just fertilized her eggs yet her body was already betraying her, growing and expanding without halt to accommodate her babies, like it’s been eagerly awaiting their entire life for this moment. her skin stretching without resistance.

The wolves start centering into her. “Should we let our pups’ birth break your hymen, or shall we break you in first?”

She pulls herself up on her feet and starts running like what she knows to do. Her built athleticism is already shot with her lungs struggling to expand to full capacity and her changing centre of balance causing her to stumble. The wolves are running behind her, not even at their full speed capacity, rather teasing her for the sake of the chase. Her body wants to stop, but her stubborn brain doesn’t want to give in.

She kept stumbling through the forest until she hit a dead end— a large cave in the mountain side. Unbeknownst to her, the wolves had herded her right into their den. 

She hunches over to catch her breath, clutching her heavy belly, already resigning to her doomed predicament. The head alpha sweeps her up into his arms like she weighed nothing, not waning in spite of her persistent squirming. The wolves howl in celebration as he walks her into the den and deposits her into their nest.

He tears her clothes away as if the fabric were made of tissue until all that was covering her was bandages bound tightly around her chest. With one swipe, his sharp claws tear through her chest bindings and her bountiful breasts burst free, even more voluptuous than before. She hastily covered her arms over herself, but there was no denying the freedom she had felt— as if she could breathe properly for the first time. 

Each of her legs were hitched up by a wolf as the pack alpha readied his cock over her entrance. Without any prep, he forces his thick head into her virgin pussy, wiggling it in. She couldn’t even see past the expanse of her baby bump, yet could already still anticipate she’s far too tight for him. She yells out from the top of her lungs, “No! It can’t fit! It’s too big!”

Disregarding her concerns, he continues slamming his cock further in, her wet sleeve only yielding to the intrusion. “Don’t lie to me,” he grunts. “Look at you sucking me in. You want this as much as your body does.”

“Please stop! I’m already fucking pregnant! You already got what you wanted!”

“What makes you think we want you only as a breeder? Look at the line up of wolves ready to have a chance to use you like a sleeve.” She lifts her head around for the first time, taking in the crowd of wolves that have gathered to watch her humiliation.

Without halt in the pummeling, he trails his free clawed hand over the curves of your body. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this from the world, but I guess it worked in our favour. Everyone wants you, but it was our wolf pack who managed to capture you for our own use.” The reality dawns upon her that they won’t be letting her out of their clutches and any efforts to escape will be futile. There will be a hard chance she would be able to look up at anything but the rocky walls of this very cave for the rest of her life.

His hands stop over her breasts, palms barely able to surround the entire mass, and clenches down. White milk squirts all over his hairy chest with a steady stream. She couldn’t believe her eyes that she was already lactating this early. “Seems like our pups are going to be well fed,” he chuckles. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Look at how swollen she already is. This could be the largest litter we have ever seen in the pack,” another wolf pipes in.

Two full months later, she became the encapsulation of fertility that she was always meant to be. Her short hair had grown long enough to cover the modesty of her nipples. Her heavy melon-sized breasts constantly leak trails of milk without stimulation, yet no one is worried if she would have enough to feed her litter. Her skin somehow has maintained its glowing, baby soft nature even when it has stretched without restriction to accommodate the pups. Her gargantuan belly weighed so much it hung down to her knees, yet her wide and built hips were still strong enough to hold her upright. Though, she was never required to move, being tended upon hand and feet by the pack. 

When labour came, she managed to push out each and every pup of hers faster than the wolves could lick them clean. All ten of them were plump and healthy, and they were certain she could carry more next time. And this next litter was imminent because the alphas were already lining up to impregnate her as soon as that last pup latched onto her nip.

She wouldn’t run, not even flinch away this time. All the omegas in the pack have been gaping and worshiping the demigod, filling her ego so much for her to accept that this was her calling after all. Why had she wasted so many years denouncing her identity?

One day when help comes to save her from the wolves, it is only another pack of creatures wishing to use her for themselves.

[plushmer]

Katsuki gets pulled into his bosses office right before lunch with is direct supervisor and boss staring at him. He has no idea what he's done this time.

"Well it seems we have a communication issue..."

Katsuki smirks cuz he fucking knows this. No one can communicate any information properly in this damn building.

"It seems some of your emails have been coming across as rude, and that you're mad. Everyone is finding it difficult to deal with you"

Katsuki's heart sinks.

He's been doing so well. He did the therapy. He's been around this specific group of professionals for 5 years! No one has complained about his attitude before?! He finally felt at home. Finally found a place he could be himself without worrying He's going to accidentally insult someone with his quick to the point answers. He's blunt. He's succinct. He gets things done with efficiency. And he had been praised in the past for it!

...then the bomb drops.

"We really love you here Bakugou. You're unreplaceable. But I'm going to be honest, I had to fight tooth and nail to keep you here. That's how bad this is"

Oh, this is an ambush

This is fear tactics

This goes on for an hour. Them telling Katsuki that he's great but he also needs to change his behavior and attitude or *hint not so subtle hint* he will be forced to resign.

Katsuki goes home for lunch and just cries. Full blown sobbing on the floor. And that's how Ejirou finds him.

"Hey! You're home early. I was just finishing up the..." Eijirou trails off.

Katsuki knows he should say something. Anything. To make Ei know he's OK. But he's not ok. And he can't talk.

Ejirou kneels on the floor and puts his hand next to Katsuki's. He's been through this before many times with him. And Kat has helped Ei though many breakdowns as well. Ejirou knows by now that sometimes touch is the wrong answer.

Katsuki grabs his hand and Eijirou's restraint breaks. He scoops Kat up against him and just holds tight until all the overwhelming emotions can subside.

When Kat finally finds his voice he tells Eijirou all that's happened. Ei is furious but he doesn't show it. These people have been in their home. Have been their friends for years. He's confused and hurt as well but let's Katsuki spill it all.

"And the worst thing is! I have to go back to WORK! I can't take the rest of the day off. I have lives on the line here!" Katsuki all but screams

"I know love. And you know what? You're great at what you do. You have friends that support you. And I'll be here when you get back" Eijirou replies

The rest of the day is a haze. Katsuki keeps dropping things. He ran into a wall at some point. Even the intern asked if he was OK.

He's not that teenager that can't reply with simple kindness anymore. He's thirty fucking four at this point. He spend 15 years straight moving from place to place with Eijirou always right behind or beside him the whole way.

That's probably why this hurt so much. He finally found a place that accepted him. As himself. He wasn't pushed to be something he wasn't. He wasn't silenced. He could do his job and do it well.

So he smiles at the intern "yeh, I'm good. Just a rough day"

His smiles are not hard to earn anymore. They're given freely and are real. That's what happens when you feel safe.

But after that ... interaction ... with management. He doesn't feel safe. Not anymore. Now he has to watch his words, his tone, his mannerisms, fuck! are they going to make him stop swearing?

He's spiraling. He knows he is. He just needs to get home.

Ei's there. Kat can finally relax and watch the show they were continuing.

Everything is still a little fuzzy. Only hearing bits a pieces of Eijirou talking. He's pretty sure he should be listening but the meeting just keeps looping in his head. Katsuki forces himself to focus back in.

And then it happens. All his fears confirmed. He is actually the worst person on the planet. He doesn't deserve this job he's fought for his entire life, he doesn't deserve the friends he has, he doesn't deserve the husband who's supported him along the way because ...

Katsuki just said something and Eijirou called him rude.

*in reality. Eijirou made a joke. Katsuki said something sarcastic. And Eijirou jokingly said "~well that was rude" while laughing*

But Katsuki's not laughing. Not anymore. He's staring straight ahead and not seeing. His voice doesn't work anymore. His peripherals are gone.

And then Eijirou is in front of him. Hovering.

Then the tears, slowly, then sobbing. Eijirou slams him into a hug. They've learned before that the best way to ground Katsuki and stop a panic attack before it gets too far is to physically do it. Eijirou wraps his arms under Katsuki's armpits, grabs his shoulders, and pushes him down while squishing him into himself.

Eijirou knew what happened this time. He did this. He said something stupid. Something that usually wouldn't have any effect...

"You just confirmed I'm rude!" Katsuki hiccups between sobs

"And we've also confirmed that I'm an asshole" Ejirou whispers. "But that doesn't mean I don't deserve love. You deserve love. I need you to say it"

Those are the hardest words Katsuki can say when he ISNT having a panic attack.

"Or sign it"

So Katsuki shoves his hand into Eijirou's chest the best he can while being literally smothered in affection. His thumb, index, and pinky out. The sign for "I love you" pushing into Eijirou's chest

Eijirou doesn't notice the sign, just the pushing. "I'm not letting go until you SAY IT" Ejirou weaves his hand into Katsuki's hair to the roots and pulls "Say it. I deserve love"

The hair pulling grounds him more.

Katsuki is able to snark "eh, sometimes but not usually" and he wiggles his extend fingers on Eijirou's chest.

Eijirou finally notices the sign and that that's probably the best he's going to get for now. He pulls Katsuki's hair again for good measure and then gives him a bone crushing hug.

Katsuki actually reciprocates. Even with Eijirou, hugs are not his thing. He will always leave an arm down, or ball his fists, or go limp. But right now Katsuki is thankful. Thankful that his husband knows him so well and he wants Ei to know that it is felt, the love.

"Uraraka is on her way over" Eijirou casually states before letting Katsuki go

"Hah?! Why?"

"She's coming over so you can vent, or not, cuz I have to go to class"

"Oh, right, I forgot it was tonight" Katsuki whispers.

He hadn't even thought about the fact he would be home alone tonight while Ejirou takes his once a week emergency medical training class.

Uraraka arrives about ten minutes later. Just enough time for them to pull out her favorite blankets and clean up the tissues from crying.

Eijirou leaves, reluctantly, and gives Uraraka a look. She knows. She doesn't need to know the details but she knows something is up. She id alwayd there to talk, to listen, or to just sit and watch TV for Katsuki.

And Katsuki sits. Not knowing how to start. 'Thanks for coming over so I don't ... internally combust?' No.

Eventually Uraraka gives an opening "I haven't really done much today" she laughs "mostly stayed in bed"

"Any particular reason? Or just having a bad brain day?" Katsuki asks

"Eh. Nothing in particular. Just having a day. What about you?"

And there it was. The perfect opening.

So he tells her everything. She listens. He doesn't cry this time. And she lets him randomly pop in with extra stuff he remembers from the meeting that makes him mad even if it's not even the topic they're currently discussing.

It's good

He needed the reminder. He has friends. He has family. All who love him for who he is.

Whatever comes next at this job, good or bad, it's not the end.

He deserves to feel safe. He deserves love.

Edit: I proofread it.

[zerokaram]

I just wanna take a moment to make a few points regarding zionists, tlou, and palestine.

No one should stay silent about this, especially not tlou creators, considering that neil druckman has unfortunately managed to incorporate and slip in very controversial and quite frankly--just straight up wrong representations of palestinian people and zionist ideologies in tlou. Heres an explanation to that:link

If you're either fucking ignorant or just living under a rock, (but considering the publicity of the situation at hand, is very unlikely) there is a genocide going on in palestine. If you didn't know, (which is very, VERY unlikely, like i said) you do now. Furthermore; now that we have this in mind, I have seen many people in the tlou fandom continue to post and interact with tlou content during strikes and most the most important of all--not posting or spreading awareness about palestine at ALL. If you are aware of the genocide, speak about it. Theres no fucking excuse to not be doing so. If you are not speaking out, you are a part of the problem.

2. I'm not saying you only have to post about palestine. That's not it at all. What i'm saying is---there can be a balance between posting your own personal content as well as posting and spreading awareness about palestine at the same time. Absolutely everyone can find the time to post about palestine.

3. If you are in the tlou fandom, please educate yourself. It is still okay to like tlou, it is still okay to post about it, to post content, fics, etc. but with that comes the responsibility of knowing the creators wrong doings, and how israeli themes are incorporated into the game. it is always important to clarify that you do not support that part of tlou, which is what I am doing now. Bottom line, separate the art from the artist, seperate the wrong ideologies from the art.

4. Acknowledgement. There might be questions like, "why keep posting about or liking, interacting, or overall just giving publicity to tlou content?" which to that I will explain. It has to be first and foremost that everyone as well as myself continues to acknowledge the fact that tlou was made by a zionist. That is absolutely a fact. And no amount of fics, smut, or shit like that is gonna change that. But people don't LIKE tlou for that. people dont POST tlou content because they want to spread zionist ideology. They simply just post scenarios, fics, or drabbles about their favorite characters from said video game. So posting about tlou and its characters will not benefit zionists or spread their ideology individually (unless they ARE in fact saying that they support it) , nor neil druckman. But what WILL benefit him is buying any more of the games, which please---you should not do. The money goes to a horrible person like him, and that fact should be acknowledged. So continuing to post about characters from tlou like abby, ellie, dina, joel--stuff like that, theres nothing wrong with that. But failing to acknowledge or want to acknowledge that the TLOU creator is problematic, and that neil druckman has included zionist ideology in TLOU, as well as not spreading awareness about palestine when you, yourself, are aware, is what is wrong.

And I really did hope this would go without saying but unfortunately some people cant seem to fucking understand; people are dying. let that sink in. and you're over here worrying about fictional pussy? be so fucking for real. if you're mad about people flooding tlou tags to spread awareness, go cry about it.

If I have said absolutely anything out of line in this, PLEASE let me know. I am always wanting to further educate myself about serious matters like this, so my comments are always open.