#so it seems it';s not enough to scream on twitter!!

[0097linersb]

Kisses to My Exes (m)

Pairings: Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, PWP

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI.

I sat down and wrote this in 20 minutes and never looked at it again, I´m not responsible for anything under the read more button.

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You should have let Mingi sleep on the floor.

You should have slept on the floor.

Anything but this.

Jeong Yunho was snoring next to you, his arm slightly touching yours because the bed just had to be minuscule. They were right earlier, Mingi would not fit next to Yunho, hence why you had to give him the cabin´s couch. Thinking back on it now, you could have asked to share the bed with Mingi instead of going through this and the realization made you groan louder than you planned to - but Yunho didn´t seem to be bothered by it, deep in his slumber state.

You should not have downed all that wine.

You were restless, tossing and turning in bed for hours, eyes glued to the dark ceiling and huffing in annoyance at yourself. You know how wine gets you, and you still went there and drank a whole bottle of it with your friends at their cabin. Of course you didn´t think about how you´d have to come back to your own cabin later with your ex-boyfriend  - out of all people - and his best friend. Now there you were, horny enough to climb the walls and nothing you could do about it.

Every option already crossed your mind: Locking yourself in the bathroom? With the two of them right outside? Ew, cringe. Taking a shower? The noise would wake them up, even worse than the first idea. Just going to sleep? Well, that´s what you´ve been trying to do for the past hour, but the throbbing in between your legs was not allowing you to.

The covers were too hot but when you took them off, the room was too cold, your pillow was too thin and the tags on your shirt were bugging you. Everything was wrong and you just wanted to scream in frustration –

“Will you quit moving?” Yunho´s deep sleepy voice made you jump in surprise, immediately turning your face to look at him. He didn´t even open his eyes, but you could see by his facial expression that he was annoyed.

The two of you didn´t exactly break up in good terms; actually, you could bet this was the first time he spoke to you alone since then. You don´t hate him - even though you´re the one who broke things off - and you guess he doesn´t hate you either. He is mad at you, though. Has been for the past five months.

“Did I wake you up?”

“You´re practically dancing in bed, what do you think?” He groaned, finally opening his eyes to look at you – and boy did they look angry.

“Sorry.”

Yunho sighed deeply before closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. You genuinely felt bad for waking him up so you did your best to stay as still as possible, but the motionless position apparently made the throbbing more evident and it was starting to ache. You squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pain, noticing how Yunho´s breathing was deeper once again. He always fell asleep so easily, it amazed you, truly.

After what felt like hours – but were probably 15 minutes - you allowed yourself to move again, trying to find a more comfortable position, anything that would get you to fucking sleep.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” The deep voice surprised you once again, raspy from just waking up.

“I´m sorry,” Your voice on the other hand was small in shame, you truly didn´t mean to bother him, you were just so uncomfortable.

With another sigh, you heard Yunho shifting in bed until he was spooning you, his chest pressing against your back so casually, “If I help you out, will you let me sleep?”

“Help me out?” You practically stuttered, gob smacked by the sudden touch and the question.

“Y/N, we dated for almost 3 years. I know when you´re horny.”

“Oh.”

“I´m tired so don´t expect too much.”

You didn´t know what else to say besides a weak “Ok.”

You held your breath as Yunho´s hand expertly snaked its way down your sleep shorts and into your panties, a moan of relief slipping past your lips once his fingers traced your slit for the first time. The hot air from his lazy chuckle hit the back of your neck once he felt how wet you were, his pads continuing to trace your slit back and forth to spread it all around.

This didn´t have to be weird considering his fingers had already been inside of you many times before – and Yunho had such nice fingers, so long and slender, so clean and delicate, so beautiful. The thought alone had you clenching around nothing, bucking your hips against said fingers so he´d do something.

Yunho followed through with his words of not doing anything fancy, not bothering with teasing you or toying with you like he used to in the past. It was clear that his sole goal was to get you off as fast as possible so he could go back to sleep, and when the wet pad of his middle finger found your clit, drawing small circles against it, you were sure his wish would become true sooner than later.

As expected from someone who had been fucking you daily for the past years, Yunho immediately noticed how you were having a hard time trying to keep your moans in, his free hand instinctively finding your mouth and forcing two of his fingers inside to keep you quiet. He had to shut his eyes at the feeling of you moaning around his fingers because God, he missed your mouth. Another thing that was driving him insane, was the way you kept grinding your hips against his fingers chasing your high, therefore, rubbing your ass against his cock on accident every other second – He had to bite his bottom lip so you wouldn´t hear him groan.

When Yunho felt you were getting more agitated against him, he slipped a finger into you - and not even the way he pressed your tongue down kept your moan inside. Yes you broke up with him, and yes you´d never admit it, but no man would ever compare to Yunho. His fingers just reached places no one could ever, and he truly knew you inside out.

You could feel all of his knuckles rubbing against your walls, pumping into you slowly a few times before adding another finger, curling them so he could find the spots that got you clenching around him – which again, took zero to no effort.

“Already?” He chuckled darkly, noticing how you were already digging your nails into the pillow in desperation.

Since you couldn´t speak, you simply nodded, bucking your hips against his fingers because it just felt so good. In the middle of the woods, in that quiet cabin, you could hear so clearly the sound of his fingers pumping into you, in and out.

“It must be sad, huh? Not having me to fuck you anymore,” His voice sounded so raw and rough.

You moaned at his words, feeling close to the edge in record time. He was right, it was devastating.

“Bet you miss my cock every day,” His lips were slightly touching your neck as he spoke and it was driving you insane, especially with the way he sped up his fingers. “And I´m sure you imagine it´s me every time someone else is fucking you.”

Once again, he was right, but he didn´t need to know that.

Yunho´s fingers left your mouth once you didn´t answer, finding its new home around your throat, choking you hard enough to cut out your blood flow but not enough that you couldn´t breathe or talk, holding you close against him. Some animalistic part of him saying you were still his. Your hands clawed at his arm and you pressed your face against your pillow so you wouldn´t wake up Mingi as his best friend fucked you open with his fingers.

“Yunho,” You moaned, warning you were close.

“I know. You´re squeezing me so tight I can barely move my fingers.”

He removed his fingers then, leaving you empty for a second before the pads of his fingers were rubbing your clit once again, trying to tip you over the edge faster, applying the right amount of pressure as he drew fast eights against you. Your body was already stiff, preparing for the wave that was about to hit, the sensation quickly growing inside of you.

Yunho felt so big behind you, his groans sounded so hot against your ear and you realized you missed this, you missed him. You held onto his wrist for dear life and closed your eyes, paying attention to each drag of his skin against your sensitive walls, and the second he tightened his hold against your throat, you let it crash down.

Your body shook violently as pleasure took over your whole body, slowly reaching every edge of you. Yunho was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, your moans muffled by his palm as he continued his ministrations, watching you crumble down in his hold. He continued until your eyes were open once again, your breathing labored but stable, your body spasming in aftershocks. He continued feeling you until you were whining over being too sensitive, until you were pushing his hand that was covering your mouth away.

As you tried to come down, you felt Yunho fixing your panties back in place, turning to look at him when he retrieved his hand, watching how he sucked his fingers clean unceremoniously. You were in awe. You wish only love and mind-blowing sex were enough to hold a relationship.

“Thank you,” You managed to breathe out after a minute of silence. When he didn´t answer, you motioned with your head towards his sweatpants, “Want some help too?”

You could see how hard he was, and not only that, but you could feel his cock throbbing against your ass the whole time he was fingering you. The way he kept unconsciously grinding into you is probably one of the reasons you came so fast.

“I´m good. Let me sleep now,” And with that, he simply turned around, giving you his back. “Goodnight.”

Oh, he was really mad at you.

“Goodnight.”

[marleyybluu]

Scream

Spooky Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 821

Content Warning(s): 18+, smut out the ass, mask kinks, p in v, little bit of porn, little bit of plot, Spooky's big fucking arms, I picture spooky hella tatted, the reader is not race-coded, reader speaks and understands Spanish, no one is pulling out (I seriously have a problem), backshots anyone? mirror sex anyone?, I'm toasted rn so sorry for the mistakes, lmk if i missed any or if i forgot to tag you

A/N: if yall know me well enough, you know what kind of state of mind I'm in 🍃and I just thought I'd write a little quickie since Halloween is next week and I don't think I've ever written anything in regard to Halloween so here we are.

(not mine, got it off Pinterest. i could koala cuddle those arms fuuuuck)

It started off as a joke. You'd become influenced by the amount of Ghost face masks you'd seen on TikTok, girls buying their boyfriends the infamous Ghost face mask so that they could put it on and pretend to be the killer from the movie, a few even accessorized with a fake knife and the women always seemed to get off on the idea. It was weird to you, at first, but then you became curious about what he would look like with the mask on. Maybe you'd open up a new kink for yourself, or maybe not but it was worth a try. 

So you went to Spirit Halloween and travelled over to the mask section where only two of the Scream masks were hanging. It seemed like you weren't the only inquisitive one. You bought some other things to decorate the porch with and headed back home. You called out to your boyfriend saying you needed a favour. He sprints into the living room where he sees your hands behind your back and that smirk on your face, you were up to no good. 

You present him with the mask and he chuckles shaking his head. You tell him that you want to know what he'd look like in it, but you don't want to see him try it on in front of you, you want him to walk into the room like the videos you'd seen. You hand him the mask and trot upstairs and into your shared bedroom where you sit patiently on the bed. 

It took a few minutes but you'd finally heard the creaking of the stairs, your heart raced with anticipation and a familiar tingle in your fingers and toes. All over your body really. He emerges from the dark hallway into your dimly lit room and leans against the door frame. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and your thighs squeeze together. He had upped it a bit by removing his shirt and all he had on was a grey wifebeater and sweats to match. His arms were so big and his chest was so large, his broad shoulders adding to the attraction and his scattered tattoos were a bonus. 

You blink and before you know it those clothes, accompanied by your own, have been disregarded and scattered all over the floor. And somehow, here you were, face shoved into the mattress and back arched professionally. His enormous hands gripped your waist as he pulled you into his thrusts making you feel every inch, every vein that was prominent on his shaft. You whine, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounded you, the bed shaking and creaking to match his rhythm. 

"Look up, mi amor, this what you wanted right?" He mocked, you raise your head with the little bit of strength you had and looked up at the mirror across from the end of your bed, you bite your lip, the sight was something out of Twitter porn. The mask, his arms, the grip he had on your flesh, the way your ass recoils every time it collides with his pelvis-- Oh it was almost magical. "Fuck! That feels so fucking good." You whimper, your toes curl and you feel another orgasm approaching, only the gods in heaven knew what number this one was. You cried as you felt your hands, with a mind of their own, move from their position as you tried to crawl away from him, it was too much, the sheets were damn near soaked and sticky. 

Spooky caught on and pulled you back. "¿Adónde vas, cariño? Hm? Can't take it?"

You gasp as he draws you close to him, his strong arms hooked around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. "Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck!" Was all you could get out before your walls squeezed him, your head in the cloud and your vision completely fucked out. Your head falls back on his shoulder while he continues to slam into you, his own high slowly creeping over him. He takes off the mask and kisses your neck, licking and sucking enough to leave his mark. 

"You want me to come for you, bebita?" He grunts hotly in your ear, you moan and nod as an answer. Usually, he would tell you to use your words but considering your current sex-dazed state, he'd leave it alone for today. He buries his dick deep, his throbbing erection painting your walls making them extra sticky. You smile drunkenly when he affectionately nudges the back of your shoulder with his nose. "You always feel so fucking good, baby, I fucking swear." He praises, now kissing your skin. "Te amo." You manage to squeak out. 

He chuckles. "Te amo, mamita." 

He playfully smacks your ass before easing his way out of you, you fall on to the bed and sigh, completely and utterly satisfied. 

Thank god for TikTok trends.

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[theanonymousfoxsimp]

First encounter,certian wouldn't be the last.

Sebastian x gn! Reader.

Blood,gore,reader dies but somehow lives

(FYI this is the beginning of my "wild pressure au" ,in this au literally every variant of angler has a sebastian like form. With all credits to this wonderful artist on Twitter that I linked,go check her out. My oc is in here too ,needed to write more of her. No it is not immediate sebastian x reader content I want to slowly get to that

https://x.com/pepurroni?t=MA8a1GDibBFtFKqe2A-n8Q&s=09

Treaking through the bleak halls and the winding corridors, the sounds of cameras whirring up then shutting down as a certain A.I. would watch you. It all seemed a bit too much to take in. The other 'expendables,' as they called it, had already been picked off one by one. The numerous creatures that roamed the halls were deadly enough on their own. Your best friend who had apparently been captured by urbanshade many years ago was the first to go, unfortunately. The close call with a certian pink screaming creature left your ears ringing as she whizzed by. The sickening crunch as your friends body fell down to the ground,her eyes and face scrunched up as if she were saying something that was caught up in her death. It was quite ironic,she had been drilling It into your head that focus is needed to survive here yet her own distraction seemed to be her end. The laughter that echoed from the pink beast was sickening as you could hear the crunch,the wet gurgle of blood as she feasted on whatever remnants she had of your best friend.

The next encounter had been a bit further down. You and the remaining six were looting in an underwater section when the angler came through. The roars of triump heard from him when the angler had successfully grasped one of the heftier men, then dragged him further into the open abyss. None of you had heard the signs,the lights didn't flicker either because of the broken wiring and the giant hole in the wall next to you. The water was left with red clouds of blood, but all you could do was move on as the others pushed further and further. The 'leader', as she called it, donned a strange red clown swim suit that squeaked every time she stepped. Her head had donned a pair of horns,similar to Jacob's ram, her face covered by a mask that funnily enough,also said the word 'face' on it. She barely spoke aside from yelling at you in particular whenever angler would come through. She even made sure there was a locker open,her own life spared by the weird spots she finds herself hiding in,crouching against the table seemed to shield her from the squinty eyed angler.

"Look -" the 'leader' spoke, her tone monotone as she stepped towards you. The three others going to search for the keycard for the next room as the woman dragged you closer into the safe room.

"We are coming up to sebastian,do NOT under any circumstances, flash him,okay? You will die-" she spoke,your voice butting in.

"Flash him as in...?" You asked.

The woman paused,her body going stock still as she began to process what you just asked. The sudden appearance of her belt flicking to life before slapping you across the face-though the belt wasn't actually one, but a blue arrow tipped tail that whipped behind her. The stinging sensation that came with it was barely there,she didn't hit to hurt but just to knock some sense into you.

"DO NOT-oh my god, the fact I even have to do this is so disappointing." She spoke for a second, pulling off a particular device from her belt. At first glance, it looked like a weird scanning gun until she pointed the nose right at another unexepnding crew member. She whistled at him,making sure she was being looked at before she pulled the trigger. A sudden bright flash lighting up the room before going dark,the pained moans heard from the expendable as the sudden blindness overtook him. You looked over at her, giving her a look before she crossed her arms,simply huffing as she grabbed the keycard from his hand to open the door. You wondered if it was really necessary to do that but pushed on.

Honestly, there wasn't much you could do as you stepped over the man. He was extremely bulky and wouldn't be easy to carry, then survive any angler encounters. The door opens with a rhythmic beeping as the sound of the A.I's voice is heard. Grumbling about how they were no fun before disappearing back into his database. Your mind raced with questions,much more going unanswered than answered, but hopefully, this 'sebastian' fellow would have some answers.

Door after door,it was a closer encounter every single time. The man that had been flashed-he died a few rooms before this one. The screams of an angler she called blitz had come through before he could react,slicing his head clean off before pulling him back to feast. The leader had been the quickest to react,pulling you and your remaining companion into a dark hiding spot a minute before blitz came through. The other expendable seemed a bit agitated,determined to push on until blitz tore through a second time, yanking her from the woman's grasp. The screams that were heard,growing more and more muffled as blitz traveled away.

It just left you two,the woman barely speaking as she pulled you further into other rooms. A pair of mimic doors were there, you weren't wise enough to know that you needed to listen carefully before opening it as you neared the false door. The gargled roar was all you heard before a pair a claws ripped through your side,three large gashes formed as blood began to pool on the ground. The A.I's mocking voice buzzed to life,laughing at how you had failed to pick the right door.

"God damnit-" was heard from the woman, she peered up-seeing the number fifty on the doors you both were at. She was a bit smaller ,her arms heaving your bleeding body onto her back like a piggyback ride. The next two doors went by quiet until a vent popped open in the third, a male voice urging you both to come in as she neared the vent. There wasn't an easy way to carry you in,so you were forced to crawl through the vent, pain stinging your sides as blood dripped onto the metal.

"Ah! Welcome!" The male voice-now louder had spoken.

The room was large, a radio beeping with what sounded like Morse code. The keycard you both needed sat on the table next to it-and the most appalling of it all was the giant creature that rested casually next to you both. His hands clasped together while a third would wave around or fiddled with the hem of his shirt. The woman-now visibly more relaxed,had taken a seat in front of the boxes next to the vent opening. She wasn't close to the creature,giving him his personal space.

"Let me make this quick. My name is sebastian, and I'm one of your only friends here at urbanshade. The men up above told you to bring back as much research, yes? Well..if you need any supplies,I'd be willing to part with it if you were willing to give me some of that precious research you have" he smiled,a large toothy grin that morphed into a small smile.

"I have plenty." The sight of everything was too appealing not to buy, the defeated sounds coming from the woman as her research was also thrown into the bunch, but she didn't protest. The medkit did wonders to help your wounds as various bandages and numbing medicines were in it, the bleeding soon halting itself. The fishy man more than happy to part ways with all of his wares as he eagerly grabbed your bag. Almost too rough as he began to count it, watching you carefully.

"Sebastian, they won't bite," the woman laughed,standing up to hand a bright purple flash drive to him. Sebastian, in return, produced a purple bag from somewhere. The term 'taki's' on the bag, the woman yelling out something before she retreated to a further corner,turning away from the both of you to move her mask,consuming the stick chips with such a speed it should alarm you. Sebastian only recoiled,grunting with disgust since he would have to clean up the mess she wasn't making.

"You still have some leftover research expendable," the fishy man said. The angler bulb on his head flickered into life before dimming,his-ear fins? Whatever they were ,wiggled while he spoke. It was adorable, the little nervous ticks you saw as he would watch,waiting for your answer. It took you a second to say anything,formulating a response. The woman,happily finishing her bag of takis before she beconed you to follow her out,blue keycard in her hand. Sebastian had blocked the vent when she left,his tail in the way as he silently observed you for the moment. His body moved until his face was inches above yours, his blue eyes almost glowing as the pools of blue stared. His hands came up to grasp at your body,curiosity getting the best to him as he began to flip you every which way. A folder and pen in his free hands,writing down the notes he took of you.

"See you again soon," he said,almost a bit too eager before he dropped you,climbing up to dissappear into the ceiling. His tail uncovered the vent so you could escape,making it further to where the woman was before a buzzing sound was heard,red hot static was all you could feel. The woman seemed to be on edge now,practically hugging the lockers as she passed them. The lights flickered so fast before turning red, static heard becoming louder and louder until the woman dipped into a locker. Leaving you behind to the wonders of the man's voice nearing,the southern drawl yelling for you to 'run!'. The woman took too long to get to a locker,abandoning her own for your safety before the creature yanked her up into the air with a thick fist. His left hand held an axe,he was taking far too long with this-your heartbeat and the non-existent air forcing you out of the locker.

Red static filled your vision, crimson smoke coming from the man's mouth as he spoke. The woman had played dead,her body going limp as the southern creature stayed put. Shaking her body like a limp ragdoll before she was dropped to the ground, the creature solely focused on you now as the axe that was on his belt suddenly went to his hand.

"Ashamed really,had more hopes for yer buddy here,next time think fast!" The axe was thrown,closing the distance between you both,embedding itself into your chest. It's like you couldn't feel it,arms splayed out,mouth agape as if you were going to ask him something. Blood and the taste of metal filled your mouth,pouring out of your nose and any other opening as your weakened body fell to the ground. Creature seemed pleased with himself, slipping over to grasp your ankle and began to drag your dying corpse along the floor. A trail of blood was all you could see,your hands grasped weakly at whatever you passed. Soon your vision went dark as the sickening sadistic laughter echoed through the room.

Oddly enough,after some time,you began to awaken. The creature-better known as a_60 by most had dragged you back towards where sebastian was. The two of them were in the middle of exchanging your items when your eyes began to open. The form of the masked woman being seen as she passed your body,taking a seat next to both of the creatures. Kicking her feat out, the mask had been moved to reveal just her mouth as she feasted on what looked to be your hand. Nothing could prepare you for the betrayal you felt as the woman slowly turned to you,sadistic smile. She went to grasp a knife before sebastian yanked it away,wagging his fingers as if disciplining a child while a_60 neared your nearly lifeless corpse. Axe in hand,nobody spoke as he went to finish the job, darkness finally taking you in as the cold embrace of death-oh my god.

The light of sebastians bulb flickered to life,your eyes adjusting to the sudden light as he slammed down two files in front of you on a table. One labeled "multi-monster," the other labeled "the traitor,". He opened both for you, a pitied look on his face as he stared down at you.

"Those two are a tricky pair, I'm surprised she didn't kill you or throw you to the anglers before coming to me, but I did get plenty of research. Until nest time little expendable, " he laughed,shoving you back into a hole in the floor,dropping you right in front of the submarine that would take you back. Two others had been waiting,giving you a knowing look as you entered the submarine. The machine whirring to life when a button was pressed by one of the men,the door closed before the group began to ascend up to the surface.

"So...traitor get you?" The woman next to you asked, "I heard a_60 come through too. That was not supposed to happen on your first go. He rarley ever shows up as is,the traitor was a rare sight to see, too. This is why you ALWAYS count your group members before leaving. If you have an extra, you need to filter out the foe,never take the chance," the lady spoke. Her animal ear flicked when she spoke again, " If they look different, then don't trust them-well,maybe try to learn their names,with how everyone looks-its difficult to filter them out but you need to pay attention regardless. Everything wants to eat you down here" she spoke.

The group fell silent,the intercom blaring to life as a voice began to debrief you three. The voice also mentioned how failure will not be taken lightly ,the punishments that awaited you almost made you wish you were back down with those foul creatures.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Dying to know your thoughts on arcane season 2 act 2 (and how you think they handled orianna specifically) ^-^ take your time though and I hope you feel better soon

I talked a little bit about it on Twitter because I use that place as a sketchbook for most meta posts I write.

I... actually did not vibe with the Orianna moment. In a show where so much happens in so little time (and especially in Act 2), the whole thing just felt like taking up minutes that could’ve been used to shed a little more light into whatever the fuck is going on with the Hexcore, which is a point I'll be circling back to later.

I don't think Singed’s character asks for that deep explanation of why he does things the way he does, even if I appreciate his writing and lines. That whole moment felt like This Is League of Legends and Arcane-canon bullshit and “we need to tie everything into lol lore”. And it kills me because I'm sure this wouldn't be a problem if they didn't make Arcane the main canon universe.

Going back to the Hexcore, a thing that really bothered me was Act 2’s lack of storytelling clarity regarding Viktor. We leave Act 1 with the understanding that there’s something going on with Hextech and that whatever is influencing Viktor has a deeper, more sinister intent. This shows in how he handles his and Jayce's relationship, the effects over his voice lines during their conversation ("It was affection that held us together"), the way the anomaly behaves during EP3's showdown, and Sky's role in all of it. To me, in Act 1, it's implied that the Sky Viktor sees throughout his journey in the underground and how it behaves wasn't in fact Sky, but something using her skin to guide Viktor using a familiar form (a form which coincidently provokes in him a lot of guilt) for its own purposes. I thought showing Sky without her glasses was a really clever way to also convey that, stripping her of what made her human, showing there's something off.

And we get to Act 2, especially EP 6, and I'm beyond confused. The space sequences show Viktor talking and acting like he did before the events of Season 2. He looks like he previously did. He sounds like he previously did. And then they show Sky! Just behaving like a person! No more sinister undertone, no more just despersonified screams of agony from her dying moments to guide Viktor. And I'm so confused about what they're trying to tell me! And it's not the good confusing feeling you sometimes get from art, it's the "I think you fucked up whatever message you were trying to convey".

I know that the Arcane is written to be fucked up. Evil horrors beyond our comprehension is the point, I know that. Most people know that. But the space scenes did not seem to know that at all! All the wariness and tension and lack of agency were just… gone. Idk

And I can't even bring myself to be mad at the "Jayce ruined everything" people because for once I do think it was a failure in the writing depart. It facilitates this type of interpretation 👎👎👎 (this tweet has 20k+ likes)

Not exactly knowing what drove Jayce to act like that is killing me inside, also. They're obviously planning on doing some alternate dimension, multiverse, time-travel-ish thing ("I won't fail"), which scares me on its own merit, but merely knowing something happened isn't as sufficient as I myself thought it would be. I feel like it’s one of the few moments where Arcane’s wait-a-week Act structure backfired because not knowing his process takes A Lot from it.

I tend to really enjoy Arcane’s type of storytelling where not everything is acted out, leaving space for you 🫵 the viewer to fill in those gaps (for example, the enforcer Vi scenes). It's why I like League of Legends in general and Star Trek TOS. Enough is shown for it to feel satisfying but it still invites you as a spectator to participate in this story. I do think, however, that Jayce's major decision change should have been explained a bit further.

And yeah I complained a lot, but I loved a lot about it as well. All the Jinx scenes, the Warwick plot, Vi, Isha, Sevika, Mel, Leblanc... that was all insane in the best ways possible. I have some thoughts on Act 2 Cait but that will gain its own separate post

[waitmyturtles]

I haven't written an Old GMMTV Challenge update in SOOOOOO long, and I was just about to write a short screed compelling folks to think about taking up The Miracle of Teddy Bear, which I'm watching now for the project. I've also made some changes to the list, which I'll report below:

1) I paused Miracle for a couple of weeks to catch up on 2022's Triage, the second in a trilogy of shows by the Y novel writer, Sammon (most recently known for 4 Minutes, and better known for premiering with 2019's Manner of Death). I wanted to catch up on Triage before Spare Me Your Mercy airs, the third show in the MoD/Triage series trilogy. (Sammon has been posting on Twitter recently in anticipation for SMYM, thus my urgency in watching Triage.)

I wasn't intending on including Triage on the OGMMTVC syllabus, but I am, not even indulgently, but because I think if someone's going to situate themselves as a student of Thai BL, then this show should be watched as simply a TOTALLY REMARKABLE queer drama that plays not just with some BL tropes, but with a ton of other television tropes as well (as so wonderfully listed by @dragonsareawesome123!) TRIAGE IS SO FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING AWESOME, and I screamed in my liveblogs about it, so fuck yeah, I'm gonna review it soon (after I finish and review Miracle for the sake of chronology).

2) After I get reviews of Miracle and Triage out, I'll finally review GAP, which I watched this summer, and I'm glad I've given myself a lot of breathing room to think about GAP and its longterm impact, because I was gently unhappy with the show as it ended and how its script worked. I know some Idol Factory shows, like The Sign, are known for being bloooated, and I don't think GAP was bloated per se, but it was messy enough for me to think about it more critically than I expected in regards to celebrating Thailand's first GL. (It seems like The Loyal Pin is faring better by way of being a better script? But I haven't conversed with anyone about this yet.)

In any case, this breathing room, along with watching more shows from 2022, allows me to take the full step back I need to to celebrate GAP in its historical glory, notwithstanding the weak script, so that I'll do after I write up on Miracle and Triage.

(By the way. 2022 was a HELL OF A YEAR for Thai BLs. Bad Buddy ends, we got KinnPorsche, Triage, The Miracle of Teddy Bear as Thailand's first queer primetime drama, Secret Crush On You, The Eclipse, Moonlight Chicken is filmed but not aired, My School President premieres. 2023 and 2024 can only weep in jealousy, unfortunately.)

3) Finally, the real reason why I was going to put pen to paper today is that I am not done with The Miracle of Teddy Bear, and it's truly a HEFTY COMMITMENT to watch it, 16 hour-and-a-half-long episodes (meaning, 32 normal episodes) (New Siwaj drools in envy) but part of my thinking, as I start episode 12 tonight, is that I might need to compel my fellow Bad Buddy girlies to give Miracle a try.

If Bad Buddy was remarkable for existing in the no-homophobia-bubble, and using family rivalry and intergenerational trauma as sophisticated stand-ins for homophobia --

Miracle follows in BBS's footsteps as

1) not at all a BL, but a queer drama, Thailand's first major primetime queer drama,

2) a show that absolutely grabs all kinds of homophobia -- internal, external, social, familial homophobia -- by the neck, and reckons and analyzes each kind of homophobia through brilliant writing and character development,

3) a show that STILL, like BBS, grapples with intergenerational trauma, the trauma of adults coming from broken families and committing future harm on their children; as well as reckoning with the impacts of misogyny; as well as reckoning with the impacts of individuals standing up AGAINST social biases, including social homophobia, corporate demands against the environment, interactions with the police, so so much, and

4) a show that STILL commits to realistic development of romantic bonds among multiple couples, using flashbacks intelligently and sensibly, and leveraging romance often to sensibly lighten heavy moments.

I'll let y'all know how I fare as I get to the show's end, but let me just say at this point in time, before I dive into the show's last five episodes, that at least contemplating a watch of Miracle will be utterly satisfying for folks looking for incredible watches as we plod through a few mediocre shows at the present moment. I didn't think it would happen in the course of this syllabus, but I think Miracle is going into my top three of all Thai queer dramas I've ever watched, with Bad Buddy and He's Coming To Me at the top of that list.

[drunkenlionwrites]

I want your take on uncanny vash with some relationship/affection headcanons too please!

Damn, that's a popular request! 💖

Okay, so I’m not on twitter, so I totally missed the beginning of this trend, but I’ve seen some snippets here on tumblr and I absolutely love this thing as a total monster lover at heart. Though interpretations vary from something more Lovecraftian to even something from 5 nights at Freddy’s or your standard local creepypasta. My take is more or less canon-compliant, cause Trimax already gave us soooo much food that we can explore deeper. What can be ever uncannier than a walking talking man-made creature, who’s also a sentient matter generator as well as extremely empathetic being with heightened senses who also possesses telepathic abilities to some degree.

There’s always been something slightly…off with Vash. Something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly. Something about his body proportions. His lanky limbs and his overly controlled movements. The way his body could go from rigid and collected when you’ve been in danger to mellow and seemingly boneless when he’s been partying with townsfolk.

The way his teeth have been slightly sharper than an average human being. The way his skin was seemingly poreless and smooth, always milky-white no matter how much time he’s spent under the scorching suns.

A few times you for sure saw his eyes glowing in the dark. You did, right? Just the way the cat’s eyes would look when reflecting light.

His eating habits, when you’ve noticed them, also left you dumbfounded. You could swear that he could go on days and days without eating a crumb, later defensively claiming he ate when you hadn’t seen or that you’ve just forgotten and anyway why is it such a big deal to you? When you hit the town, he immediately was lost in diners, or saloons, or cafes eating humongous portions of food that you were sure would make you puke all your guts out, but made Vash only smile at you contentedly.

The smell of him, that was always of hotel’s cheep soap, or dust and sand, gunpowder, and cold night breeze, but never of sweat or any kind of natural body odor you can imagine a man clad in leather clothes should smell after a few days of travel without bathing.

 The texture of his hair, coarse and springy and thick, and always so so clean, but smoother and silkier where his black strands began. ‘Good genetics’ he claimed.

You’ve also never expected him to have such deep and profound displays of emotions: rage, grief, hurt. They always felt so raw and palpable in the air. It seemed like it was too hard and thick to breathe, making you unable to move and think clearly. When you carefully asked Wolfwood about it later he claimed he felt the same as you.

His pained screams were nothing but animalistic, otherworldly too…you couldn’t forget the sound even if you could. It was something between a malfunctioning screeching machine or the wail of a distressed animal.

When you gained the knowledge about him being an independent plant, receiving awkward profound apologies from Vash for lying to you and dismissing your concerns to him, it all made so much more sense and made you feel strangely more at ease with all his oddities, your brain still unconsciously catching things that were off with Vash.

Nothing you’ve seen before could compare to the moment you saw him communicating with his sisters, all kinds of feathers growing out of his body, while he’s been leaning his forehead to the glass.

The way some otherworldly flesh parts have been manifesting out of him at times have been chillingly terrifying and incomprehensible for you. Seeing the way he demolished the moon with his power didn’t register with you for some time until Wolfwood repeated it enough times for you to make sense of it.

Relationship/affection uncanny valley stuff:

It has been pretty normal with the perfectly sweet and affectionate Vash, except the slight buzzing sound that reminded you of the sound of refrigerator emitting from him during sleep or when he’s been completely relaxed. You’ve been surprised once again but decided to not bring it up to Vash to not make him feel self-conscious and uneasy again.

Once after an especially stressful day you’ve awakened being encaged in some sort of a cage surrounding you and connecting back to Vash, fleshy, soft to the touch but weirdly sturdy, covered in all sorts of feathers and small wings and weird small body parts, resembling humans. You almost screamed, but Vash woke up first from your rustling the sheets and moving next to him. With a surprised yelp from him, the fleshy structure started quickly decomposing and falling off you, disintegrating before hitting the bed. Well, that’s some protective plant boyfriend for you.

[ornii]

Folie à deux II: Addams

As the crowd roars as the final note plays, (Y/n) stands before them, exhausted but smiling. He raises the mic to his mouth and gives one last speech.

“Before I leave.. i Wanna say something, you can do anything you put your mind to, put your mind towards it and you’ll reach the top, legends never die. “ with those parting words he departed the stage to applause that could be heard around the world, (Y/n) walks off stage and to his manager, Karl, after a bit of reluctance he accepted one, and he’s never looked back on it. He slumps down wand Karl sits with him.

“Last city, and ended it with a bang, gotta say you did perfect, Celebes are all over your Twitter.” He said smiling and pats (Y/n) on the shoulder.

“Thanks..” (Y/n) Said, obviously weary.

“Look get on the bus, we’ll head home and you take a long break, I’m sure you got more music to work on.” He says and (Y/n) nods and stretched, and headed back to the tour bus, after sitting inside the exquisite bus, he hears the tv play.

“(Y/n)‘s “Welcome World” Tour had ended and with over 40 concerts done it ends and overall fantastic reception, after a debut single and his first Album “Beyond.” Eyes Are on the young star and we can only imagine what he has in store.” They say, he turns the tv off and falls into a deep sleep.

A Few months pass, and all seems well for you, while a big chunk of the internet is absolutely crazy for you, you never let it get to your heard, more importantly your music is slowing down unfortunately, working 20 hours straight trying to focus on producing a beat takes its toll physically and mentally. As you slump in your chair across your station, Karl enters and peers over.

“You Look Tired, Cmon take a Break, i Wanna talk to you about somethin.” He said, you reluctantly stop the beat and remove your headphones.

“What’s up?” You say and Karl sits down.

“I’ve been thinking and you’re burned out, you can’t keep this up forever and you’ll end up hating it, so, why don’t you focus on somethin different for a bit?” He says.

“Like?” You say asking for an example. Karl leans in.

“This is between you and us, but I chatted with some executives on Netflix and they’re producing a show, you know the Addams family right?” He says, and you smirk and snap your fingers twice.

“Who doesn’t?” You reply.

“Okay Okay Smart ass.” He replies jokingly, “Netflix wants to do a series on the Uh, what’s her name? Wednesday.. yeah and it’s going to be in a boarding school, and with that type of young actors, it’s perfect for you to get your feet wet.” He explains.

“Sounds cool Enough..” you say. And check your phone. “How longs the shoot?”

“Few months? They got the girl from scream or whatever.” Karl says, which immediately catches you off guard, your head jerks up and you lean in.

“Jenna?” You ask.

“Uh yeah that’s her name, she was in other movies but yeah— so—“

“Yes!” You say a bit too excited for Karl, who was caught off guard. He chuckles, “Okay kid don’t go kissing her feet when you see her.”

You scoff at this.

“Ha! As if I-I don’t.. do that.” You say, and Karl shrugs, “I’ll call the executives and let Em know.” He says and leaves you alone, a giddy feeling in your chest goes wild as you stand up, reinvigorated!

The next week was the first week of shooting, and was nerve wracking, sitting inside your trailer you read the script, the director, the Tim Burton stood across from you, a legend who made some of the most unique films, a Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, Beetlejuice! Even the 1989 Batman film! It was like meeting a figure from your childhood.

“Okay, so.. who am I going to play?”

“You’ll be playing a man named (Y/n) Healy. An Irish demon, you’ve heard of the old tale of Balor and the evil eye? Basically that, but a more, human aspect.”

“Okay… and his role is he the, Villian?”

“No, in fact he’s going to be with Wednesday.” He says and your face loses color, wether it was excitement or embarrassment, you weren’t sure but you don’t hate the idea. “Okay.” You say nodding.

“I’ll method act the blindness, I’ll need a cane..”

“The props we have will work wonders, but it’ll be up to you to make the watchers believe it.”

“Yeah.” You say with confidence, Tim nods and leaves and you read over the first episode, and start to come to some terms with what you’ll be doing. You stand up to go get dressed and out of the trailer, and you’re suddenly almost face to face with a blonde haired girl.

“Oh! Sorry.” She says, and you step back, but accidentally bump into the the trailer with a bang.

“Oh! Hey!!” You day as she obviously tries not to laugh. You awkwardly chuckle. “My bad if this was your trailer..”

“It’s not.. i just came to say hey, I’m Emma, I play Enid.”

“Myers?” You reply and she nods, you shake her hand.

“It’s great to meet you!”

“You too! Your musics pretty amazing, so when I heard you were a part of this I just had to say hello at least.” Emma says and you thank her immensely.

“Thanks, seriously I mean it, so.. are you heading to make up?”

“I am, ready?” She says and you nod, following, entering another trailer to get your face to look as unrealistically handsome as possible, you continue to talk.

“So, your character is a, Werewolf? That’s.. pretty cool.”

“really?” She replies, “I’m glad, Tim showed me how her character works and, I think I can make it, yours sounds charming, charismatic and kinda chaotic.”

“Huh, then I’ll do just fine.” You say, the words barely rolled in your mind before you said that, which made you just sound egotistical, but Emma smiles

“You’re confident! That’s good!” She says, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile. You get dressed with your glasses and work on your script with Emma, and prepare for the first scene for you to shoot. You sit on a stone bench and are awaiting, and you hear a “Action.” You pretend to drink Tea, before Emma, (Enid), walks over and places her hands over your “Blind” eyes

"Guess Who~" She says, and You play your role to perfection

"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" You say, and she lets go, and sits next to you. You turn to her, but act as if you can’t see her.

"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling.

"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." You ask. And she acts so; amazingly, her cheerful tone, the cute highlights in her hair.

"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and you smile in response to this

"That's great, is someone changing dorms?" You ask.

"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." She explains and you Sip from the tra

"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said, and you, which wasn’t part of the script almost cough up the tea. Instead of asking to stop you roll with it

"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."

"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" She says, you nod sadly and go with it

"Well, I hope you have fun then." You said, before Principal Weems spoke up from behind you.

"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.

"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards you, and give a bow.

"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" You say, and she checks her watch.

"Nearing Seven."

"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." You stand up with your cane and walk over to a cage of birds, granted the bird keeper said they don’t bite, but you don’t prefer to take risks, you “feed” them, you act oblivious of the two approaching and you recite the lines in your head.

"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Emma says, you turn around to act oblivious again, but you couldn’t this time, her clothing, her deadpanned face, even though she showed no emotion you were absolutely smitten by her, Wednesdays Addams, Tara carpenter, those names meant nothing to you, the only word that rang though your mind, was “Jenna”.

[sonofthesaiyans]

To my girl, to one of the Scouts' finest warriors, Happy Birthday Lynne. 🎂

(NOTE: Her birthday has always been listed as February 17th, people. NOT December 17th as is still believed by some on Twitter and elsewhere. So can somebody be kind enough to tell these folks not to make this mistake in the future? It's right on the Wiki. Thank you.)

To most folks in the fandom, Lynne is probably just another face in the background, another random gal who got swept up in the action and was gone just as fast as she appeared in the relentless insanity that is Attack on Titan. But to me, she's one of the most underrated gals and to me, she's become somebody very close to my heart.

I have long been intrigued by Lynne from the moment she first appeared way back in Season 2. She may not have been with us for long, but she left a lasting impression on me.

A member of Squad Miche, under the command of Miche Zacharius and serving alongside our old gal Nanaba, Lynne definitely earned her place on the squad of humanity's second-strongest warrior, showing herself to be courageous and determined in combat, even when faced with overwhelming odds. She remains professional all throughout, and is a capable commander in her own right, doing her damnedest to give her comrades in the Scout Regiment a fighting chance to survive as Zeke and his army of Titans were closing in. She's an invaluable member of her team, with whom she successfully fought off the enemy for quite some time before Zeke dealt his next hand.

It's really no mystery how she found her place on Squad Miche. One good look at Lynne and you can tell, she's something special that too often has slid under the radar. In my opinion, she's truly one of the most beautiful ladies in the show, and she has a look about her that just screams of an absolute badass, a dependable warrior who you can always count on in the thick of battle, and the one you always want to have by your side.

Plus, it's been shown that she is very kind and caring. Always looking out for her fellow Scouts, particularly those younger and less experienced than herself when the situation appears hopeless. And when danger is near, she will not abandon you. Truly, Lynne is a gal with her heart in the right place.

It truly is a shame I think that Lynne did not get more time to show what she was really made of. As someone who appreciates the characters in the background, I have a particularly soft spot for Lynne, and as such I have tried to give her the attention and love she richly deserves. For me, she's virtually tied with Sasha as my favorite AOT character. And for me, I think that's really saying something.

I don't know what draws me to Lynne, but I wish she had gotten another chance, especially as she counts as one of the most elite Scouts in the Regiment. For the last year and a half I have worked to give her a character and a backstory that gives her a much fuller and more active role in AOT. And I hope to share this in the near future with anybody who might be curious enough to look.

In my mind, Lynne is the hero of another story not yet told. As quite possibly her most devoted fan, I only hope I can help to draw more attention to her, as AOT's diverse cast goes way beyond the trio of Eren, Armin and Mikasa, or even the other members of the 104th.

Plus, she introduced me to the many voices and characters of Felecia Angelle, a truly phenomenal actress who I also hope more people will take note of. You've all heard her in My Hero Academia and elsewhere, and what she gave us with Lynne was brief, but dearly appreciated. For me, Lynne s just as near and dear as Sasha, Petra, or Hange, and for that she deserves another lease on life.

Until then it only seems fitting to acknowledge the birthday of my favorite AOT side character. Happy Birthday Lynne, lots of love for you and I hope she will continue to find infinitely more throughout the fandom. ❤️ ⚔️ ❤️

Oh and just to spice things up, I think I'll share this as well:

Credit goes to KrazyKamikaze44 on DeviantArt for this old but awesome piece.

Hers is not the only birthday today as I'm sure some are well aware, so keep an eye open for another as the day goes on. 😉

[xlostsoulsfound]

I screamed her name til the cops came. Ivy X Luna a toxic WLW 1500 words

This story is based on the song, Mama's Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert.

Ivy and Luna are in a relationship, It isn't a perfect relationship as one may think. Ivy has been cheating on Luna for the whole relationship. Ivy thinks Luna doesn't know about the cheating, But Luna does. What happens when Luna has enough of everything and does something that will change their life forever?

Tropes- Cheating, Death, LGBTQIA, Lesbains, WLW.

Wattpad- XLostSoulsFoundX AO3- XLostSoulsFoundX Tumblr- Xlostsoulsfound Twitter- XLostSoulsFound •----------• "I found the bright pink lipstick first, then the underwear that wasn't mine came along, and messages she desperately tried to hide from me showed up on her phone. I wasn't as stupid as she thought I was, I knew she was cheating on me. I also knew she wasn't going to come out alive when she got home that night. If Ivy were smart enough she wouldn't have come home that night, she should've gone home with her play toy. But lucky for me she wasn't smart enough."

"I knew Ivy had been cheating on me for a while, I knew after I confronted her the first time that she wouldn't stop. She craved that adrenaline rush from sneaking around, trying to hide things from me. But she was never smart enough to hide things well. She would always slip up within the first week when she found someone new. She'd forget to shower off their perfume before coming home when she claimed to be working late, or accidentally let them leave their belongings at our house. The first few times I confronted her over the cheating, I saw that spark in her eye. She thought this was a silly emotional game she could play on me. Well lucky for her two can play at that, but my game will have long-term effects on both of us."

"But this time, I had her location on an app I installed on her phone. I installed it when she was showering and she thought I was asleep. But I wasn't I was just pretending until she went to take a shower so I could take her phone. I did this a lot, I needed to know the names of the other girls she was cheating on me with, so I could let their partners know what their significant other was up to."

"I knew she was at a club when she told me she was going to be at her sister's house to watch her sister's kid. But she was at the club downtown, it opened up very recently so she would have a clean start. I paced around that living room probably a hundred times that night, constantly checking my phone, to see where she was. She went from the bar to a cheap motel in the bad part of town. It was a motel she had gone to lots of times before. I thought about driving over there and just doing things at that motel, but wouldn't have been fair to that other girl she was with. So I waited hours and hours for her to get home."

"When she got home I was around four in the morning. That's when she got home most days when she went to the bar. She expected me to be asleep, but I was still awake. My stomach was in a million knots as I thought about everything she had done to me and how things were going to end that night. I thought about the countless photos and videos she had taken with other girls. I thought about the first time I confronted her and how happy she seemed to get. I thought about the first time I found that bright pink lipstick that neither of us would have ever worn, how she told me it was hers but I knew her or the person I thought I knew would never wear that shade. I thought about all of our relationship and whether it could even be saved. But it couldn't we would never be the same. I thought about just packing my things and leaving but, that would have been too easy on her. I needed her to feel the pain she caused me over the years, I needed to see her face when I confronted her. I needed to see that stupid little smirk one last time. I needed her to tell me she would change, to give her one last chance that this time would be different."

"I sat on the leather couch, the one where her body lay. My stomach was in knots, as I ran my fingers over the blade of the knife. I imagined what her screams would be like when I stabbed her. How she would plea with me to stop. But I wasn't going to stop, I did feel bad in a way about what was about to happen. But all those feelings of guilt quickly vanished when she walked through that door."

"She walked in with that same smirk she always gave me, I hated that smirk. I hated everything about her now. She didn't notice me at first, since the room was mostly dark. There was the light from the street shining through the windows. "Welcome home," I said softly, Ivy looked taken aback like she wasn't expecting me to be awake. Which was understandable since I was typically asleep by the time she would be getting home. "fuck.." Ivy mumbled under her breath."

"Ivy turned on the lights in the living room. "You're dressed like that to watch your sister's kids?" I asked her in a condescending tone. "I-" Ivy was taken aback. "I just went to the club for a little bit, dealing with the kids was stressful and I needed to let off a bit of steam," Ivy spoke biting her cheek, hoping I would believe her lies. I didn't I knew she never went to her sisters. "Tell me the truth Ivy" "What?" She spoke in a confused voice. "I know you never went to your sisters' house, you went to a club." Ivy took off her heels, as she looked at me with panic in her eyes. "are you tracking me now?" Ivy's voice shook slightly, as I got up from the couch."

"You think I'm that stupid not to? You have cheated on me more times than I could count. I should have left you the first time you cheated on me. But I was too stupid to think you would change." "Luna please.." Ivy whispered out. "I'm sorry I am, I promise I will change this was the last time," Ivy said to me as she walked towards me, I laughed gently as I held the knife behind me. "Why should I believe that Ivy? All you do is lie to me." "Luna baby please I promise this is the last time," Ivy told me while putting her hands on both of my cheeks. I saw that sparkle in her eye, that same disgusting sparkle I saw every time she tried to convince me she would never do this again."

"I promise I love you, Luna. You're my everything, I promise I'll never hurt yo.." Ivy's eyes widened as I stabbed her in the stomach. "Luna.." Ivy choked out. "You promised you would never hurt me again right? Well, I'll make sure of it now." I spoke coldly to her, pushing the knife deeper into her. Blood was pouring down her red dress. "Luna.." Ivy gasped out as I laid her on the ground slowly."

"I pulled the knife out of her, before stabbing it back into her. Tears started to roll down my face, all the anger all the hate. Everything she had done to me just came pouring out. I needed her dead I couldn't deal with ever seeing her again. I began stabbing her again, screaming her name. I guess the neighbors heard me screaming her name, and they called the cops." Luna told the detective who was interrogating her. She spoke calmly and politely. She was still in her bloody clothes, blood still splattered on her face.

"Is that all that happened?" Scott asked Luna. "Yes, sir that's all that happened. The cops showed up, they questioned me a bit. Asking who Ivy was to me, asked if it was a case of domestic violence, and then they took me here." Luna told him. "Okay well thank you for your openness," Scott spoke softly to Luna as he wrote down her statement. He had never done a case like this. Yes, he had done homicides, but never one quite like this.

"So.." Scott cleared his throat as he put his pen down. Looking over at Luna, who was still in her blood-soaked clothes. She didn't seem upset, no she seemed at peace. She had been calm this whole time. "We will get you a lawyer, is there one you would like to use?" "No" Luna laughed gently. "I know I'm going to jail, I just made a full confession there is no point in wasting my money on a lawyer. So please just get me a court-appointed lawyer." "Okay, we will do that." Scott looks up at the time, it's barely 6 in the morning. "The lawyers we use don't open til 9 so we will get you booked into the system get you some fresh clothes and let you take a shower," Scott told Luna as he got from his chair, walking toward the door. "Thank you for being so cooperative," Scott said as he left the room. •----------• Thank you for reading, any comments are appreciated!!

[ravenkings]

I don’t need a Sensitive Guy; in my experience, guys who try to seem Sensitive never are. I don’t need to be cajoled into sex by some guy who tries to make it seem unthreatening. Sex is threatening, just like love is threatening, just like there’s a threat in any desire; love can break you, rip you open, and if you are very lucky, you will be in love enough to be destroyed by it, at least once. Even when you recover from that kind of love, you won’t be the same. Screw Bob Flanagan. Screw the fake snuff films. Love is the machine that rips your dick off and feeds your organs to the meat grinder, every time.

I don’t need a Clever Guy, either. I have known plenty of men who were more interested in seeming Clever than in seeming passionate or affectionate or loving. Our time together was rarely pleasant. This world is full of clever guys; guys with podcast pitches, guys with grad school debt, guys with tight fives and dank memes and ironic Twitter accounts in the voice of Marianne Williamson’s bath salts dealer. Guys with great bookshelves, with dazzling wits, with erudition and political acuity and drinking problems and personality disorders and a long list of ex-girlfriends you’re not supposed to talk to because they’re all “crazy.” Like I say: Lots of clever guys in the world. Not a lot of guys who are clever where it counts. Not many guys, at the end of the day, are clever enough to be kind.

I’m smart; I might be smarter than you. I’m tough; most women have to be. If you try to neg me or intimidate me, I will leave you by the side of the road, looking like a raccoon that wandered in front of a semi. I have been in this world for decades now, and I have seen some shit in my time, and I am not looking for the feeling of being dazzled. I want love. Blunt, goofy, stupid-sounding love, a feeling so big and so real that it cannot be phrased but simply. I want a guy who can look me in the eye and say, clearly and directly, we’re in this together now. I don’t need coy. I don’t need clever. I need a love so big you have to scream it. I need you to be man enough to scream.

–Jude Ellison S. Doyle, “The Erotics of Trent Reznor”

[blazehedgehog]

Thoughts on South Park?

It's weird to think that South Park has been going for so long that I was in Elementary School (in Colorado!) when it premiered. I remember standing out in the snow waiting for the teacher to open the class room in 4th grade, complaining about how my nose was so cold it had gone numb, in between kids quoting Cartman and screaming "THEY KILLED KENNY!!"

That was probably something like 25 years ago. My Mom told me I was too young to watch it at the time, and I was. But you can't help it when the kids with looser parents are constantly telling you about it on the playground.

South Park has had lots of ups and downs over that time period. I never really got in to the show. Every time I tried, its humor was too abrasive and edgy to be anything that really hooked me over a long-term period. As it turns out, "Everything sucks and we hate everybody equally" isn't actually very funny, at least not to me.

And it's created a particular breed of Joker who embraces the show's ideals. People can say that Eric Cartman was always supposed to be the ultimate angry loser, but he's also been the one on the most merchandise and is generally the one under the spotlight the most often. There are a lot of people out there who think he's actually supposed to be cool and is just "telling it like it is," even when the show intentionally makes him toxic, or racist, or a bigot. It's seen as a form of empowerment. That's not great!

So much of that show has made so many people on this earth miserable. It has spearheaded campaigns of real hatred in this nation and gets to hide behind the excuse of cynical comedy when clearly some people see it less as a joke and more as a rallying cry for their destructive views. South Park didn't invent hate speech, but it definitely created a path to push for hate speech acceptance.

Nowadays, whenever I happen to see a clip of South Park, its brand of cynicism seems so sad. The show probably costs pennies to make -- there's a whole documentary about how they manage to turn an episode around in under a week, and there have even been instances where they have done episodes in just a day or two. Which is probably the reason its still on the air. There's a group of people who have been watching this show every week for most of their adult lives and its just a habit for them, and the costs are low enough that they'll keep making it forever.

But, like, there was a thing trending on twitter last week, because I guess there was an episode where Cartman had to use the restroom at school, but something was wrong with the boys room, so he threw on a cute bow and claimed to be transgender so he could use the girls bathroom.

And it felt so lame and boilerplate. It reminds me of that Eric Andre monologue where he makes fun of edgy 90's comedy. Every time I see earnestly edgy commentary like that I think about the smash zoom on Eric's face where he rips the parental advisory sticker off his mouth and goes "OH I'M SAYIN' IT." It makes me laugh to think there are people for whom this is their actual personality.

I suppose the real truth is I grew up in the world South Park said exists and it did not turn me in to a bitter, cynical monster who only wants to laugh at how much the world is burning.

[oldfriendsseniortwittersanctuary]

Who the Baldur's Gate 3 characters would s-rank playing Fire Emblem Three Houses

Astarion: He chooses Black Eagles, since he's a huge supporter of women's wrongs, and naturally he sides with Edelgard, because, again, huge supporter of women's wrongs. That being said, the character he attaches to is Dorothea. Dorothea is his girl. She goes to every fight, gets all the best equipment, gets all the stat boosters (regardless of how little sense it makes) and by the end she is practically solo-ing the game. Naturally, he s-ranks her.

Gale: He goes Blue Lions, because "Dimitri seems like such a nice boy." He learns from Astarion that you can end up marrying one of your units, but the idea of marrying one of his students (even post timeskip) makes Gale very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he finds a faculty character he likes and wants to s-rank. Unfortunately, he learns far too late that you cannot s-rank Seteth as a male Byleth. He ends up s-ranking Shamir because she's the only other female faculty member he had enough support rank with. He likes Shamir well enough, but that's not who he had his heart set on.

Wyll: Also chooses Blue Lions. He knows who he wants to s-rank early, but about mid-way through his playthrough learns from Gale that you cannot s-rank Seteth as a male Byleth. He also learns from both Astarion and Gale that characters can get paired ending with each other, and he starts REALLY getting into shipping his team together. He has full on shipping charts. In the end, there's really no room for his Byleth in his Shipping Plans, so he remains single (also he's a little bitter about the Seteth thing)

Karlach: Goes Golden Deer, because she thinks Claude is funny. By and large she doesn't take the game too seriously, and doesn't really care about who she's going to s-rank. Initially she thought she would s-rank Claude, but decides on Seteth instead so Wyll can watch their paired ending.

Shadowheart: Black Eagles girl. She's not super into anything in the game at first, but once she realizes what Edelgard's Deal(tm) is? Oh she is the biggest Edelstan. Going on Faerun Twitter screaming about how Edelgard Did Nothing Wrong. That kind of Edelstan. Obviously she s-ranks Edelgard.

Lae'zel: Edelgard is only one of the three lords she can stand, so Black Eagles it is. The thing, she isn't very good at the game and refuses to get any help (and insists on playing the game on a higher difficulty than she should), so it is slow and painful going for her. Also, she gets bored of the monastery segments and starts never exploring the monastery. This unfortunately means that she misses that one event with Edelgard and is locked into the church route. This disgusts her so much she just stops playing.

Jaheira: She doesn't really know how to play the game, so Karlach guides her through it. Naturally, Karlach has to rep her team, the Golden Deer, so that's the route Jaheira plays. And she doesn't care who she s-ranks, so Karlach chooses for her (decides on Claude.) Honestly, this is mostly just Karlach playing the game for Jaheira.

Halsin: Also has Karlach helping (and goes Golden Deer because of that) but does start playing on his own soon enough. He's not really interested in whole "s-rank" thing, but discovers that you can s-rank Alois, which piques Halsin's curiosity, because Alois is, ya know, married. So he chooses Alois to see if polyamory is in the game. It's not. He's a little disappointed, but oh well.

Minsc: He accidentally breaks the switch in half :(

[sleepyivoryrose]

I forgot completely was I wanted to write. I had a little jumpscare right now. Remind me to never, ever put tags in my posts again. People actually finding this blog scares the living shit outta me.

I mean, I'm doing this sort of for mental health purposes. Having a clear line what you wrote, when you wrote it, and why you wrote it, is much easier (and to be fair, feels less like a chore) than keeping a word document or a bullet journal or smt.

I could post everything privately though, now that I think about it...it's at least worth a consideration.

I guess...it's like screaming into an abyss or something. You like hear yourself echo, but there's always the possibilty that someone might greet back? even though everytime it happens, it scares me...

....

Today I ate too much letter soup. I know, it's for kids. I wanted to do myself a f(l)avor and (s)wallow in nostalgia for a while. Just like with everything though, I put a little bit too much. Same with my plants, I don't let them dry out, most of the time I overwater them. I give too much. Too much of a care, too much of a reaction. Maybe it's not enough though. So people would finally take me seriously. So that my own mom stops gaslighting me and the people who are supposed to help me don't believe a word I say. I guess it comes with the schizofrenic and pacifist territory. People suck sometimes.

But there's also a lot of good in the world. People tell me I should stop with the internet, and maybe they're right. I just had the experience that the nicest, most understanding, most lovable people I met, were on the internet.

Not to say that it's all roses and sunshine. Everytime I open twitter, I get a headache (but my longing for good art is stronger.)

I am fully aware that life isn't a walk in the park. I'm very sensitive though, even though online I seem brashen and temperamental and offline I'm kind of stoic, doesn't mean I'm completely either of those things. I hurt easily, and I have my coping mechanisms to protect myself.

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I already have enough bad vibes as it is. People are instinctively untrusting of me, and my head feels like a black comedy.

I would love to be a more optimistic and fun person, that's why I go so overboeard with the fangirling sometimes. Also, it's fun!

Offline it just doesn't come naturally to me. My grip on myself there is so strong, that I barely talk or show much emotion. One of my caretakers thought I was autistic, and I would love to check it out, but Germanys medical system is on the border of collapse, so it's hard to find medical care for things that aren't, yknow, fatal.

And it's not like I don't get social cues, I think. On the contrary, I am very observant of the people around me. I just don't react much to it, is all.

So I kind of need a way out of this madness, ykno? And that's where this lovely blog comes in. It gives me a place to vent up my inner thoughts and feelings, even if I can't verbalize them spontaneously.

...

Huh, jolly writing about stuff helped me forget my ear pain. Maybe it's stress induced...? - mumble mumble-

Well, anyways. Right now there is still no honking. On the other hand, the soccer game starts in like, 3 mins.

To end this on a good note, my friend came all happy and excited from a convention. I'm so happy for her. She saw a ton of cosplayers, and bought a lot of stuff. I am really glad she had so much fun.

I don't think, with my actual social anxiety and energy levels, that I would survive a convention, even if it sounds really fun.

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There's a sweet smell in the air...either my roommate just showered (which would be odd, she normally does that in the morning) or the flower bushes three streets away smell into my room. Or are they roses? It's like a floral, sweet smell...! the heavy, hot air of a lingering thunderstorm seems to have carried it here. Nice.

Anyways, on that poetic word I'm gonna end my monologing for today. Or maybe not...who knows.

Deuces!

[ozma914]

Song Parody: Stop the Snow

  I posted this a few years ago, but it's about winter generally, which makes it an evergreen. So to speak. The funny thing is, within days of me deciding to rerun it, the snow started melting away. I should write a song about freezing rain, or fog.

I hate winter. Well, only if I have to go out in it, or pay for heating the house, or if it’s winter. Otherwise I don’t mind. Anyway, parody songs are only good if you’re familiar with the original, which in this case is “Let It Go” from Frozen. If you have kids of a certain age, you’ve not only heard it, you’re sick of it. (I’m not–but my kids are all grown up, and I’ve only seen the movie once.) If you haven’t heard it, here’s the song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnN6glKaWdE Or see the original lyrics here:

I know what you’re thinking: “Why, Mark? Why?” Good question—I don’t even find it easy. But I present you with: “Stop the Snow”.

But ... I'm so cool!

The snow’s piled high almost to my thigh It’s so cold I want to scream No sign of spring salvation I’m stuck in a snow globe dream The wind howls through windows, bringing swirling snow inside Couldn’t keep it out, plastic sheets I tried Let the dog in, his frozen pee Is an icicle I never want to see My hands can’t feel—this weather blows Thanks to the snow Stop the snow, stop the snow Can’t get my car unstuck If I had enough dough I’d move away from all this yuck I know just what the forecasts say Get your storm rage on I’m stuck in my drive anyway. It’s funny how this temperature makes everything seem blue And if you don’t see the misery there’s something wrong with you. It’s time to go and break the ice To start the car, oh please play nice No lights, no juice, not to be rude I’m screwed

Stop the snow, stop the snow Just one day when it’s warm and dry Car won’t go in the snow Ice falls down from tears I cry Here I push in four foot drifts Till my hands freeze on … A patch of ice takes me to the ground Underneath the snow it’s all cold, dead and brown And one thought penetrates my frozen brain Summer’s not so bad—I don’t mind the rain Stop the snow, stop the snow My car’s buried in five foot drifts I can’t feel, my own toes I’ll never make it to my shift My hands are blue and my face is white I could use a lift

But the snow plow buries and passes by.

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Remember: Music makes the heart grow fonder, but reading builds the brain.

[wishfulromancing]

Jonathan Bailey as Anthony Bridgerton in Bridgerton ― 1.01 Diamond of the First Water

[madara-fate]

Hey, maddy! It’s been awhile, I’m currently writing this at midnight because while I was tinkering here and there and also simultaneously doing my assignments and projects, a sudden thought came into my mind. The causes of female character hate. The first thing that would come to ones mind will always be misogyny and sexism but as I was hanging out in Twitter, Facebook, and Tiktok, I’ve come to realize that the very thing that uplifted women all these years is now tearing itself bit by bit, feminism or to be precise, toxic feminism.

We’ve come to an age where people would scream “pro-choice!” “my body, my rules” but when women chase after a man, do the first move, or pursues the man they actually want instead of waiting for a damn old lady to transform into fairy godmother, they would criticize her for her choices, saying that she has either poor judgement or bad taste. Sakura chose to be with the guy she likes and she would never end up with him if she simply stood there. Doing the first move actually gets you the guy you like, not in every situation the guy you like actually likes you back, this isn’t some fantasy book.

They would want women to just sit still and look pretty but that’s what 90’s women did but that didn’t stop them from ending up with abusive husbands. They would tell you that being a housewife is not the problem, that it’s okay and not bad, they would tell you that it’s okay to be a housewife but deep inside even these women possess internal misogyny— that while it’s okay to be a housewife it’s still BETTER to have a job, carry the pants in the family, make your husband basically your slave and that it’s nice if he’s under you instead of striving for a healthy relationship where both partners are heard and stand on equal ground.

Seeing post here on Tumblr about Sasuke being jealous has started to irked me. People are now starting to romanticize jealousy as if your partner getting jealous is a good thing, people automatically equate jealousy to “I’m afraid of losing you” instead of “I’m insecure, I’m easily replaceable, I don’t know who I am and where I stand in your life”. If Sasuke is jealous that simply means that Sakura hasn’t reassured him enough and we both know she has. I know Sasuke isn’t the jealous type, anyone wouldn’t want their partner to be looked at as if they’re somewhat being undressed.

I’ve also come to have realize that the other reason why SasuSaku works so much is how Sakura is the type to always extend her hands to anyone, I remember how she would notice Naruto is sad or down (one in the Chunin Exam and one after the Pain Arc) how she tries to comfort him, cheer him up, and set asides her own feelings even though she needs the comfort herself. The thing is I like how Sakura can’t fully fathom someone (she can understand just not fully, she isn’t a robot who’s heartless after all) but she tries, she tries to understand him or them, not just to Naruto or Sasuke but to anyone because that’s just the kind of person she is, the kind of girl that Kakashi is so proud of. This is why I like SasuSaku because Sasuke has moments where he meets Sakura half-way, how he told her that he’s the only who could kill him (Itachi) there were times where he would try and reach out for her hand but would stop and take it back again and this is why I think their relationship works a lot because there’s Sakura who’s extending her hand, willing to help and then there’s Sasuke who tries to reach out to her hand half-way and I just love that. I like how Sakura is so independent and free in their relationship that I feel like Sakura could never get if she ended up with Naruto. Hear me out, Naruto thinks Sakura is strong, okay? He cares about Sakura a lot and believes in her but he would rather not risk it, he oftentimes worry about not being able to save someone, about someone important dying because of him or he failed to protect them and it seems to be the cause why he’s not that willing to risk Hinata or Sakura’s safety in battle or anyone for that matter, he would rather risk his own life that someone else’s.

While Sasuke does worry, he chooses to trust Sakura. I think that the Uchiha Family is heavily bounded by trust. How Sasuke trust Sakura and vice versa and how they trust Sarada and her capabilities. Despite there’s an obvious power imbalance between Sasuke and Sakura (strength wise) they stand in equal ground in there relationship and Sakura surely isn’t submissive, I actually find it comical how people say she listens to anything Sasuke says when Sakura this entire time hasn’t been following what Sasuke wants in the first place. Then they say she’s being forceful but she never demanded him to love her nor did he outright rejected her either. Not to mention, due to Naruto growing up alone he seemed to have grown accustomed to not relying on anyone else, he seems to prefer doing things alone or by himself because reading Shippuden made me see that there were numerous times Sakura wanted to help Naruto but Naruto never wants it, he doesn’t mind doing things all by himself, Naruto isn’t willing to meet Sakura half-way and accept her help which makes their relationship looks one-sided but it never was.

It’s been a while, I’m currently writing this at midnight

What a coincidence, I'm currently answering this at midnight :D

The first thing that would come to ones mind will always be misogyny and sexism but as I was hanging out in Twitter, Facebook, and Tiktok, I’ve come to realize that the very thing that uplifted women all these years is now tearing itself bit by bit, feminism or to be precise, toxic feminism.

I know what you mean, and that's partly the reason why a few years ago, I stopped identifying as a feminist, and instead chose to identify as an egalitarian. The toxic femininity was derailing what feminism at its core was supposed to represent. By no means was this the only reason for my switch, but it was becoming increasingly noticeable.

We’ve come to an age where people would scream “pro-choice!” “my body, my rules” but when women chase after a man, do the first move, or pursues the man they actually want instead of waiting for a damn old lady to transform into fairy godmother, they would criticize her for her choices, saying that she has either poor judgement or bad taste.

Yeah, it seems that a lot of them often have progressive values in some areas like employment, and traditional values in other areas like dating, which is annoying because it's very contradictory. It's like how they appear to have modern values because they insist they have good jobs and can take care of themselves financially, but then when it comes to dating they expect the man to pay on dates. Why?

Regarding the criticisms you mentioned, one of the most annoying ones for me has always been when women often call other women "desperate", just because she decided to make the first move or take some initiative in her relationship. You're literally just letting someone know that you're interested in them, where's the desperation in that? It's like some of these women think they're devaluing themselves when they make the first move, it's ridiculous.

Sakura chose to be with the guy she likes and she would never end up with him if she simply stood there. Doing the first move actually gets you the guy you like, not in every situation the guy you like actually likes you back, this isn’t some fantasy book.

Some of them then like to fall back on that typical and lame excuse - "if he doesn't make a move, then he's probably just not that into you", as if that's the case in every possible scenario.

They would want women to just sit still and look pretty but that’s what 90’s women did but that didn’t stop them from ending up with abusive husbands. They would tell you that being a housewife is not the problem, that it’s okay and not bad, they would tell you that it’s okay to be a housewife but deep inside even these women possess internal misogyny— that while it’s okay to be a housewife it’s still BETTER to have a job, carry the pants in the family, make your husband basically your slave and that it’s nice if he’s under you instead of striving for a healthy relationship where both partners are heard and stand on equal ground.

I actually kinda saw that happening with Hinata. I saw a lot of comments beginning with something along the lines of "it's obviously okay for Hinata to be a housewife, but...". To which they'd proceed to put her down in comparison to Sakura and Ino due to their professions. It was kinda transparent.

Seeing post here on Tumblr about Sasuke being jealous has started to irked me. People are now starting to romanticize jealousy as if your partner getting jealous is a good thing, people automatically equate jealousy to “I’m afraid of losing you” instead of “I’m insecure, I’m easily replaceable, I don’t know who I am and where I stand in your life”. If Sasuke is jealous that simply means that Sakura hasn’t reassured him enough and we both know she has. I know Sasuke isn’t the jealous type, anyone wouldn’t want their partner to be looked at as if they’re somewhat being undressed.

Definitely, someone could have all the faith and belief in the world that their partner wouldn't ever leave them, but that still doesn't mean that they'd be okay with someone making any gestures towards them which would overstep their boundaries.

Sasuke was definitely bothered by Jiji's actions, and who wouldn't be? He didn't want someone inappropriately touching his wife. But the way people are now using this to insinuate that he's the jealous type, and insecure, and possessive is just irritating.

If Sasuke was actually as jealous and insecure as some people are making him out to be, then quite frankly, I'd just feel bad for Sakura. For him to still feel this way after over a decade of marriage? After all the times that Sakura had made it clear how much she loves him? How much more would the girl need to do get it through to Sasuke that he is her one and only? That's not a positive look for their relationship, so I dunno why this thought is so appealing to them.

The thing is I like how Sakura can’t fully fathom someone (she can understand just not fully, she isn’t a robot who’s heartless after all) but she tries, she tries to understand him or them, not just to Naruto or Sasuke but to anyone because that’s just the kind of person she is, the kind of girl that Kakashi is so proud of.

Yeah, which is part of the reason why I'm always so puzzled whenever antis like to hate on Sakura for apparently never even trying to understand Sasuke. They constantly say that all she ever cared about were his looks and never tried to actually know who he was, but it's just as you said - even when she didn't understand fully, she tried. During her first confession, Sakura was hurting because she wanted to know more about Sasuke, she wanted to understand him better, but Sasuke was closing himself off:

This is why I think their relationship works a lot because there’s Sakura who’s extending her hand, willing to help and then there’s Sasuke who tries to reach out to her hand half-way and I just love that.

That's a very good analogy, it reminds me of the way in which they held hands in the Forest of Death, because it was a good representation of a recurring theme of their relationship - Sasuke suffering and being in a dark place, and Sakura being there and offering him love to illuminate his dark life.

I actually find it comical how people say she listens to anything Sasuke says when Sakura this entire time hasn’t been following what Sasuke wants in the first place. Then they say she’s being forceful but she never demanded him to love her nor did he outright rejected her either.

Exactly, Sakura and Naruto both went against Sasuke's wishes for the majority of the story. And yeah despite Sakura never demanding that Sasuke love her back, you get these extremists spouting how Sakura apparently "begged" Sasuke to love her, and I always just wonder where the fuck they get that from.

Not to mention, due to Naruto growing up alone he seemed to have grown accustomed to not relying on anyone else, he seems to prefer doing things alone or by himself because reading Shippuden made me see that there were numerous times Sakura wanted to help Naruto but Naruto never wants it, he doesn’t mind doing things all by himself, Naruto isn’t willing to meet Sakura half-way and accept her help which makes their relationship looks one-sided but it never was.

This is a tough one, because while Naruto has indeed shown that he often prefers to do things by himself and on his terms, such as the time he told he peers that he alone will fight Sasuke:

The series also made it a point to highlight the fact that Naruto is, among other things, Ashura's reincarnation, which means that he inherited Ashura's philosophy which dictates that cooperation and relying on the help of those around you are what allows someone to attain strength and achieve your goals:

So I dunno, I can see your point with Sakura though. It's just that when speaking in general terms, it becomes a little harder to make conclusive judgements about Naruto when it concerns this topic. Naruto is supposed to be all about accepting the help of others, but he's shown that he doesn't always do that. Well, that's only human.