#sorry but i don't think your post about something horrific happening is funny when my brain immediately starts spiraling w intense paranoia

[moogghost]

people on here need to start tagging their unreality posts as unreality or i'm gonna start biting people on sight

[crumb]

okay okay so re: this post about this gifset

tell me what you think--did Benson plan on killing everybody in the restaurant? did he plan on killing himself after? did he expect to spare Randy, or was he on the fence? was he gunning for Chris and Chris alone and anticipating having to improvise?

I just love the way this scene plays out and how, despite the horrific violence, there's still something undeniably human about Benson as he goes about it. I would LOVE to hear your take!!

Holy shit my response is so long and rambling I'm so so sorry but uhhhh here's my thoughts under a cut to save people's dashboards from my dumb brain 🙈

Omg so yes this is something I think about ALL the time. Chris is, of course, a definite 100%. He was basically dead the moment he grabbed Benson's shoulder and said "...I'll have no problem turning your peaceful redneck existence into a living hell..." Benson warned him, gave him a chance to back down from bullying Randy, but Chris doubled down so RIP lol. Which was the spark that lit the first fuse.

The rest I think may have been improvised a bit but not by much. I think he planned on killing everyone, except Randy, but wasn't sure how exactly it would all go down. There's a chance Hardy might not have heard Jess screaming and never come out of the back. Which that alone I find funny that it was Jess' shrieking and not the two shotgun blasts that managed to rip him away from his morning jerk off session. So Benson might have planned on getting Hardy in the office by surprise after doing in Chris and Jess.

Jess is interesting because Benson tries to quiet her first before getting frustrated and shooting her to shut her up. Like, was bro gonna give her some speech before offing her? I wouldn't be surprised. Something about not dating entitled dickheads? I get why some people think he might not have killed her if she stopped screaming, which is a fair theory! But I also think she's been clearly joining in on the bullying and egging on Chris with her little comments and giggling like she had been earlier that morning. So I think she was already firmly on his kill list by that point, plus she would have no use to him other than being another witness—and the whole thing wasn't about her, it was about Randy, so dragging her around with them, or leaving her behind, would be pointless and risky.

Randy Randy Randy. I don't think he ever intended on killing Randy at any point, except maybe there being the risk of it happening when he was shaken after the whole Sheppard situation. At that point, Benson was so out of his own body I think almost anything could've happened, though ultimately I don't think that would've ever been on purpose, only in a knee-jerk reaction. I do think it was a liiittle bit of a test. I think Benson, like he said in the diner (the first round lol) that seeing Randy just stand there doing nothing and waiting for Benson to kill him was the only thing he believed in. He, like Benson mentioned, had been watching Randy and knew he was smart, but also knew he wouldn't do anything to stop what was happening. But I think a small part of him was hoping he would be proved wrong, hoping Randy would do something and show some agency.

And then there's Benson. I've mentioned this before but yeah, I think throughout the film he kinda goes back and forth on having a deathwish. I think when he's having his smoke and probably semi-planning what he's gonna do he is also fully aware that this is the end of the road for him and Randy is his... I don't know, I guess one last chance at redemption before ending things. Pulling Randy back from the brink of dead-end small town small thinking monotony is his like... last hurrah. Ok well maybe killing Chris and everyone is really the last hurrah, but helping Randy figure his shit out is like his last good deed, helping Randy not end up like him. When they're driving to the diner after cleaning up BBB he's in high spirits. The relaxation and acceptance phase of his road to inevitable death/suicide. But then as things progress and he learns more about Randy and everything, once they reach the school, I think at that point he had stepped back from the ledge and was thinking, maybe wishfully thinking, that he could make it out of there. But then Sheppard had to show up and ruin everything. I think Benson had started to think that maybe things could be alright, if only he could get Randy to Ms. Beard's, get that checked off the to-do list, and then they could try escaping. But Sheppard appears and reminds Benson that no matter what he can never escape. He'll never escape what happened to him, the things he's tried to forget, or who he is. So at that point it's like trying to save a sandcastle from an incoming tide. There's no use. Benson didn't have the tools to deal with seeing Sheppard, especially not on a day like that day when he had already spilled blood three times. Chris and them, maybe they deserved it to an extent in Benson's eyes, but no one deserved it more than Sheppard. So after Sheppard he's given himself whiplash. He had accepted his death, then got hopeful, and then had the ceiling cave in on him causing him to have to re-accept his fate, though not as steadfast. There's a few points after Sheppard where it feels like Benson is mentally clawing at the oncoming events in panic. Ms. Beard getting that call and answering it before they could leave. Benson hearing the sirens after Randy calls the cops. Both times it looks like he's reliving some cosmic disappointment like even though he's had to re-accept his fate, he's still desperately looking for an off-ramp. I think that's maybe what Benson means at the end. "I was never in charge, Randy." His fate or inevitable end was in charge and was something he'd already considered set in stone. Though I think that's also due to some self-sabotage. Like Randy tried to tell him, he had the opportunity to just run and never look back but instead decided to go on some self-assigned white knight quest for Randy in circles around town. Following some perceived path to "fix" Randy in ways Benson could never fix himself. Benson is a walking self-fulfilling prophecy. So to answer your question about whether I think Benson planned on killing himself after killing Chris, Jess, and Hardy (and after "helping Randy")—in my opinion, yes, I believe so. But I also think it switches back and forth from yes to no like 15 times between them leaving BBB and watching the cops pull into the diner parking lot that night, lol.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

I am one of those weirdo lurkers on your blog who is so paranoid about being known for reading what you post that (sometimes I agree sometimes I don't) that I don't follow but just search up your blog every couple of days. I just wanna get something off my chest. Sorry that this will probably sound incoherent and is done suddenly...

....but as an American who can check off multiple boxes in the oppression Olympics if I choose to do so, I hate that I'm expected to care about each and every "new" or trendy activism going on. I hate that "caring" about real political issues and causes is a trend! A real activist is in it for life or until they see the change they wanna see. But because of social media...everyone is an "activist" for a cause until it dies down. Remember Ukraine? I'm pretty sure they are still fighting but suddenly I hear NOTHING about it to the point I have to routinely look it up see if it's still going on. I wonder if the news still even report about it.

I'm not good at articulating myself but to be blunt, I can't make myself care about every single current and horrific events all over the world. It's not for the lack of trying either! I tried! I really did try because I thought, at the time, as an American who is of a racial minority and a lesbian who also has the additional privilege of being from a loving middle-class family, I have to fight for everyone less fortunate than I from circumstances I have no control over. I did not make these people suffer. I did not put terrible government officials in office (I was a too young to vote at the time). I was either a twinkle in my parents' eyes or a child when a lot of things that are causing problems today, started!

I learned the hard way that living like that will lead you to doing no good for the people suffering and you just tire yourself out into a person who now struggles with empathy because I think I broke a part of my brain trying to be a savior or something...and for what? I am not an activist. I do not have the strength or the knowledge or the mental fortitude to be one. The most I can do is try to make the local area, the city, and the state I live in a habitable state for myself, my loved ones, and others who live here as well.

What's funny is that I was not, and probably never will be, well-versed in politics and economics because I can admit that certain things don't wrap around my head (I like to think I know enough to recognize when my rights get violated). But because I check off on XYZ I'm expected to know and have a very strong "well-informed" political stance. I feel like to be well-informed on politics, you need to be reading up on everything for months to even form a single solid thought or opinion based on fact and not random short videos you found while scrolling in the bathroom.

No one can, or should be expected to, care about every horrible thing happening in the world. That's the path to madness and hopelessness. Which is exactly what the modern activist class wants. They want you so demoralized and so angry about everything that you'll latch onto anyone with a solution regardless of what the solution demands from you. They want you to gleefully give up your rights for a false safety that was never necessary in the first place. As you said, all anyone can do is to try and improve their own lives and the lives of the people directly around them. Picking up a piece of trash from your local park does more to actually improve life any any three astroturfed protests or government welfare program.

[cloudbells]

some of your posts actually got me thinking about these questions! i'm very curious how people feel about this sort of stuff, since my own fandom opinions are relatively mild and it got me wondering how other people's experiences compare...

so how about #'s 2 (for stony), #9 and #27 (other than frostshield??😉)

Thank you for the ask (and for creating the game)! Lol, I'm glad me and my inability to keep an opinion to myself was a part of the inspo <3 And sorry for the long wait!!!

2) What's your biggest stony pet peeve?

BIGGEST? Oh man, I'm not sure...Teenification of Tony Stark. He's written so...infantile and emotionally weak (I love vulnerability, but my word choice of him being written as weak is my gripe) in many Stony fics. It genuinely gets on my last nerve. He's damn near 40 in AV1. And he only gets older. And sure, maybe there's some arrested development there, but he isn't a damn child. He knows this. And actually conducts himself well enough in canon (in a way that matches his issues) but it's the fanon portrayal I don't like.

WAIT...I think I have something that's popular for the ship itself. Not very fan of the lengths that misunderstandings go for Steve and Tony...Like, I understand they aren't great at communication, but sometimes it gets to the point where I'm like, "It's passed dense and shot straight into pure asshole territory". I know a lot of people write like this because of CACW, but hot take, I don't think CW was so much of a communication or misunderstandings problem. I'll elaborate on this in a separate post, maybe. But the way misunderstandings are drawn out with seemingly no reason gets on my nerves, but it really depends. I can love misunderstandings, but it can't be something that's contrived for drama's sake.

Oh! Another one is in AUs where Steve was still Captain America, and Tony is still Iron Man, and Howard was still lovesick after Steve died and Tony knew all about Steve as a child....and then the AU has Steve undercover or something and Tony doesn't recognize Steve's face. LOL. This sounds specific, but this exact set up has happened enough to where it bothers me. Like, it's kind of funny though, how annoyed I get over it lmao.

9) What's something that bugs you in fanfiction that you encounter often but isn't necessarily a dealbreaker for you as a reader?

I have a lot of not-dealbreakers. Primarily because if I were to strictly stick to my vision of every possible portrayal, I'd have like 3 fics to read. I'm picky in theory, not so much in practice because I'm also extremely greedy. I'll give one each for Stucky and Stony.

Stucky: That Steve crashed the Valkyrie because he was so sad about Bucky dying. I talk a little about how much I generally dislike this trope here. I think it's a huge disservice to this character, I will never take it seriously, and I will never write it. But, it's not a dealbreaker as long as it's not repeatedly more than....let's say 3 times in a fic. Looking back, I already gave this answer, so an additional one - Bucky being community dick and then getting upset that Steve doesn't realize that Bucky wants him and the tone of the fic also supporting that Bucky has a right to be mad lol. It's a weirdly common narrative point in a lot of fics and I just don't care for it. It's actually one of the reasons I tend to stay away from pre-CATFA fics. This trope also happens in Stony too, now that I'm thinking about it. What's up with that?

Stony: I (unsurprisingly) have a few to choose from, but I'll say - when it's written like Steve was horrifically out of line or the aggressor in AV1. It's super common (from throwaway lines to paragraphs about how Steve was an asshole) and there is a fine line that this has to walk for me not to dip. Usually, it's a couple of line about it, which I can ignore.

27) What's something that you think [insert fandom/pairing] doesn't have nearly enough of that you're starving for?

I have an embarrassing amount of rare pairs that I ship and I've been itching for a chance to let them out (/ = romantic or sexual, & = platonic).

Steve & Wanda. Oh my goodness, I am absolutely starving for more fics that show their growing bond from AOU to CACW. I would eat it up. Even in AUs, honestly. I said in another ask that I dislike kidfics, but guess what I'm outlining right now involving kid!Wanda...I just think there is something to explore there with Steve's care towards Wanda in canon. I feel like he understands her, to an extent, and anything he doesn't understand, he tries to sympathize with. He reaches out to her and that's so, so important to me. Because I adore Wanda. So much.

Rumlow/Steve. I want to clarify, not so much as a romance pairing (though I have read a couple like that), but more so as a one-sided creepfest on Rumlow's end. Something about him feeling an erotized violence/hatred towards Steve is so delicious to me. In my mind, it's not even love/hate - it's obsession. Maybe even coupled with a childhood admiration morphing into a disturbed/twisted fixation on Steve. I think this Rumlow likes to see Steve hurt. I also think he hates to be kept away from him. He's not deluded enough to think that Steve loves him back, he in fact, probably loves how much Steve hates him after the Hydra reveal. Yum.

Carol & Steve. Nothing much to say here, but I'm sure it's not too surprising. Captain Marvel is my 2nd most-watched MCU movie after CATFA. And I think their stories and journeys and experiences are so, so amazingly similar that I cannot resist the temptation of wanting them to be in every scene together. The squeal I let out when she first met Steve probably broke a few records.

Can I get a little more obscure? I have Steve-ships with characters who aren't in the MCU. Here's a speedrun, no elaboration:

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)/Steve Rogers

Kushina (Naruto) & Steve Rogers

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha) /Steve Rogers

Ginko (Mushishi) & Steve Rogers

Epsilon (Pluto) & Steve Rogers

Kurenai/Steve/Asuma (Naruto).

Izaya Orihara (Durarara) & Steve....or Izaya/Steve...Izaya would hate him so much haha.

[animeomegas]

A few minutes of searching and I don't find request status, the moment I submit my request I find the post saying they're closed, I either need an eye check or a brain check 😂 sorry about that, ignore the rant I sent, hopefully you find my stupid funny at least, have a good day.

Haha, don't worry, it happens to the best of us!

For future reference though, I'm not sure I would have been comfortable fulfilling your request. If Kakashi were to have a baby without knowing until he's too far along to do anything about it, I do agree with you that he wouldn't be able to bring himself to give the baby up for adoption. However, it would be a deeply traumatic and horrific situation for him that would take him a very long time to comes to term with, especially at 25 years old.

I just don't think it would be a very fun thing for me to write, because I would want to give that trauma justice.

I have however read some stories before where essentially Orochimaru or someone evil, takes Kakashi's DNA and makes a Hatake child, who ends up in the orphanage, only for Kakashi to discover them when they're a preteen/teenager. This would still be a very difficult situation for Kakashi, but one that I think I might be open to exploring in the future.

I think it would be an interesting character study for Kakashi to suddenly find out he had a 12 year old child who is now the only living member of his family. There's still complexities, anxieties, and trauma from violation, but I think Kakashi could handle it a little better, especially with the support of an alpha partner.

So yeah, if you did decide to send a request in again when they open, that would be closer to something I would accept :D

Have a nice day! <3

[beardedmrbean]

Hi, read up on the African forums…..have these people travel across the USA and interact with the locals much less African ones?

Also I can tell they are mainly boomers and gen x, but I heard in Michelle Obama autobiography she went to Africa think she could get ancestral connections…then quickly realize she was a foreigner like every white person

That’s another thing, y’all think you’re Harry Potter or Wakanda real? It’s been centuries

We only started to locally interact with them in 60’s due immigration. And we only know what Hollywood or rich people wanted to show Africa is like

You know in the late 00’s-2010’s there was this attempt to “globalized” media for all…which expose the American centric

Ugh one character I like been getting “Americanized” and people been saying “He finally acting like a real kid!” Aka they changing him into a generic middle class American idea of a child

Which is irrating because as you know I’m an autistic adhd zoomer…and my generation behavior on Tik Tok shows how we’re worlds apart

Though when pick up the same toxicity your abusive stepmom had with feminists…

But yeah the globalized push in media act push for me to identify with America more…I think Rowling trying to flesh out the American wizards stuff starting my awareness

And Africans complaints about Wakanda

But women king is probably my breaking point

“Oh Hollywood finally done something being slavery for African history that fine-wait they were some of the most prolific slaves traders in human history and only stop after the French kick their asses in 1892?”

“Oh shit that wrong I hope it can’t get that-DA FUCK YOU MEAN AFRICAN AMERICANS HAVE A HORRIFIC CONNECTION TO THEM THAT DNA ANCESTRY RESEARCH CONFIRMED?!”

Sorry I’m LIVID how I wasn’t told about the dna ancestry idea until Hollywood (the left in particular) show how truly fuck up their perceptions of history is.

Hmm sorry second essay anon soon

Hi, read up on the African forums…..have these people travel across the USA and interact with the locals much less African ones?

Not really I don't think, how funny would that be tho, get delegations from the major US population centers together for cultural exchange, be bad enough trying to get the boroughs of NYC to come to agreements.

Also I can tell they are mainly boomers and gen x, but I heard in Michelle Obama autobiography she went to Africa think she could get ancestral connections…then quickly realize she was a foreigner like every white person

Ya there was a big wave of pan african sentiment in the 90's big push happening, Spike Lee movies were playing a part in that, specifically Malcolm X, as well as musical acts like The Fugees, Lauren Hill of The Fugees, DeLa Soul, Tribe Called Quest, many others who's names slip my mind, as opposed to now most of that that I can recall was about embracing yourself and your history but not a lot of anger towards others, well the Malcolm X movie got some angries but for the most part.....

Lot of people did the pilgrimage to the motherland and were sorely disappointed, wonder how Akon's thing is going.........

Ugh one character I like been getting “Americanized” and people been saying “He finally acting like a real kid!” Aka they changing him into a generic middle class American idea of a child

I have to wonder who the world would hate for being self centered and arrogant about everything if it weren't for the US, honestly though not a 'oh it'd be France or the UK' thing, who has the cultural and economic clout to manage that level of arrogance, probably China.

“Oh Hollywood finally done something being slavery for African history that fine-wait they were some of the most prolific slaves traders in human history and only stop after the French kick their asses in 1892?”

UK was the first major world power to outlaw slavery and they use the PaxBritanica to try to enforce it globally, at least on the seas since they were the world police before the US got the job post WW1, they sank their economy into the toilet to purchase the freedom of a whole lot of people in the process too.

Reparations were paid when the equivalent of billions of pounds to purchase the freedom for those people, didn't finish paying it off till like 2015, then they incurred even more expenses to stop more people from being sold, meanwhile certain African kingdoms were raking in the cash selling people.

Be why the 'my brother in Christ we already paid you for them' line when some African countries started in on the reparations train was so funny.

“Oh shit that wrong I hope it can’t get that-DA FUCK YOU MEAN AFRICAN AMERICANS HAVE A HORRIFIC CONNECTION TO THEM THAT DNA ANCESTRY RESEARCH CONFIRMED?!” Sorry I’m LIVID how I wasn’t told about the dna ancestry idea until Hollywood (the left in particular) show how truly fuck up their perceptions of history is.

information is king, now to get people to learn that information

Hmm sorry second essay anon soon

I look forward to it, might be going to a Maunday Thursday service so I may or may not get to it today.

[trannyradfem]

I wanted to look into this referenced post in case I missed anything-- I'm afraid I didn't. I'll explain--

When radical feminists talk about pregnancy as a tragedy, as an invading force akin to body horror, we are often speaking from personal experience. ESPECIALLY if the discussion was recently about abortion.

We are also often talking about men poking holes in their condoms, lying about protection, and coercing women into unprotected sex so he can trap her and abuse her. Sky high pregnancy mortality rates for black women, lack of access to abortion, husband stitches, abusive males, and an entire system that is compliant with our oppression as women. Women who grew up seeing pregnancy and motherhood romanticized, only to wake up to the harsh reality of a lost/ delayed future, and constant exhausting labor without anywhere near enough support to do it alone, which men on a large scale tend to push onto their partners.

Those things are objectively horrific, because they are dehumanizing and oppressive on a massive scale. Pregnancy is indeed extremely cold and mechanical for the women who are forced through it, and for those like me who deeply fear it. And these things are also terrifyingly common BECAUSE of misogyny. What right do you have to silence that?

When you say that pregnancy and motherhood IS (and not "can be") "beautiful, and something to be appreciated", you're dismissing every woman who has been tortured by her own bodily functions, either naturally or as a result of the misogynistic world we live in. And we have every single right to feel the way we do.

Sure, pregnancy is natural, but that doesn't mean it's universally a good thing. My severe hormonal issues are also entirely "natural", does that make them desirable? No. It is not in women's "nature" to reproduce, I'm genuinely not sure how you don't think that's misogynistic to say. Or cruel to women who want to give birth, but cannot because their natural body cannot.

Speaking of which, mpreg is funny because men fundamentally don't have uteruses at all, and the media it's in have so-bad-it's-funny explanations for how it can happen in their piece of fiction, like A/B/O fanfic. It is pure absurdism. Not a systemic hatred for pregnancy.

Pregnancy, whether you personally like it or not, will be a tool of oppression so long as misogyny exists. And when you're a lesbian, this is even more true. Think about what an unwanted, forced pregnancy means for us. Think of the shame, think of the body horror, the terror for your life and health, and a new life you aren't prepared to care for at all. The only time a pregnancy isn't unwanted for us is when we've paid a fuckload of money to access any form of in vitro or or surrogacy, the latter of which is problematic.

Saying that "we will always need pregnancy, sorry", is pretty fucking gross and makes me nauseous to read as a lesbian. Like first off there are SO many unwanted children in the adoption system. Doesn't that tell you anything about the nature of pregnancy on a larger scale and how much direct and irresponsible control males have over our bodies, that we have a fuckload of unwanted babies and children?

Second, we don't "need" it, actually. Even if I was the last woman on earth and the only way to revive our species was to allow the last man alive to rape me, I'd shoot him and then myself. And you don't get to have any authority over that. I mean, you'd be dead if I was the last woman left anyways, but still. Saying we "need" pregnancy as a species has some pretty disgusting fucking implications. Like, no, actually, many lesbians and every single gay man have ZERO NEED to ever experience pregnancy.

Even if you don't mean any of those implications, you're still saying the same exact shit homophobes say to us. "Because gay people cannot naturally reproduce, they are useless to the future of society, and will be a detriment to our evolution. Straight people are superior because they can conceive".

So, no, a radical feminist is not going to react well to this sentiment, and now I can definitely see why someone called you a cock worshipping breeder. Especially when this could all change as medical tech advances so pregnancy doesn't neccesarily need to happen at the expense of women. You seem to think that allowing women to have a choice in that is the same thing as eradicating pregnancy, and that eradicating pregnancy is what we want. It isn't.

You don't really get to say, "No, actually, pregnancy is natural and wonderful and we should all love it. And when you hate it, you're just as bad as men." Just because we are women doesn't mean we NEED to love pregnancy. That is homophobic and misogynistic nonsense.

Hating pregnancy and how it works on a societal level is also not the same thing as hating pregnant women. We aren't out here being like "ew pregnant women are so ugly", or "ew stretch marks", that is literally MEN who do that. We mourn the women who will lose decades of their lives to something they were coerced into. That is simply not wanting to eradicate pregnancy, and literally nobody is advocating for that.

Admittedly the way people talk about motherhood makes me a bit sad. Both in the world at large and on here. It's true that as women we have essentially been treated as incubators and the natural capability of our bodies was/is exploited and used to keep us in line. But I really do think that motherhood, carrying and raising children, is beautiful and something to be appreciated. We literally have the power to create life and men don't. True, not all women can give birth but anyone who can give birth is a woman. And while I capitulate that we used to be treated like incubators in the past, some people use this term to even describe pregnancies that are wanted. And I think it's a bit misogynistic to compare something as cold and machine-like as an incubator to something women are naturally able to do. It feels objectifying.

I feel like a lot of radical feminists talk about pregnancy as if it were a travesty. As if you've become corrupted by an evil force. I know that pregnancy can have a serious impact on a woman's body but sometimes I feel like the way people talk about pregnancy on here is misogynistic towards women who want to be pregnant. I don't think it's really that progressive to talk about something that women's bodies are naturally able to do as if it were some sort of curse. Many of us see it that way because men used to use our reproductive capabilities as a way to control us, and still do to an extent. We can't stoop to their level. It's not inherently a bad thing.

I've also noticed that a lot of societal messaging seems to imply that pregnancy is an inferior state. Both misogynists and radical feminists talk about it as if it means your life is over. That you're nothing more than a mother now. That you've been defeated by the patriarchy. And while I understand that the feminist perspective is different (it's critiquing the misogynist perspective), I've never really seen radical feminists try to empower mothers or talk about how we can change the way society views motherhood. A lot of them seem to think no women should be mothers at all. Motherhood is just going to be a part of our reality. We're living things and it's in our nature to reproduce. It is ultimately a choice but human nature is powerful. Antinatalism is not going to happen, sorry. And I feel like pregnancy is mocked. Women are mocked for things like morning sickness and cravings. Pregnant women often aren't taken seriously because of their "hormones". There's a reason why so many people find m-preg so humorous.

In many ways it does suck to be a mother, but that's because of societal issues. I do believe it's misogynistic to denigrate the concept or pregnancy as a whole. I'll never believe that something women's bodies are naturally able to do cannot coexist with female liberation.

[dissonancedance]

I started this as writing practice in preparation to continue my other project, but it's coming together into its own horrific little story so I'll keep posting it here and on AO3.

He wants to hold her. Use comforting her for an excuse to feel her chest quake with each sob and her hot, wet breath brush his skin as she weeps so enticingly. Get her used to the strangeness of her mean uncle caressing her. Let her interpret it as the love she’s always been so open and patient to receive from him. He wonders how her polite, quiet weeping will change when he starts to hurt her. 

CW: underage, incest, nonconsensual

Chapter 1: Death

“It’s so beautiful. My family goes every year. Just… idyllic.”

Harvey watches the couple seated at the table behind Rebecca as she speaks. The man is a bit too old and the girl is a bit too young for him to immediately identify their relationship.

“The lakes are just so peaceful, you know? My grandparents have a vacation house close to the water in Skaneateles.”

The man has money, that much he can tell. Enough money that he doesn't need to advertise it with anything obvious, only a very nicely custom tailored suit in current fashion. Harvey hasn't seen him before, though.

“That’s the area they call the ‘jewel of the lakes’ and that's absolutely the vibe. My brothers and sister bring their kids and they are such a blast, just, so adorable.”

The girl, though young and attractive, is not quite young and attractive enough to be a girlfriend or mistress. No wedding ring on either of them, so not a slowly aging trophy wife either.

“You should come. Just for a day, just to get out of the city.”

The man puts his hand on the girl's shoulder and leans in to tell her something that makes her laugh. His eyes crinkle at the edges as he chuckles along with her, more as though the sight of her enjoyment brings him happiness rather than finding his own joke funny. Their easy humor seems comfortable and familiar between them, no pretensions or pretending. Fond and casual, but certainly too intimate for them to be friendly coworkers. Envy crawls into Harvey’s thoughts. Envy not of either the girl or the man, but of the connection between the two. The ability to have that connection.

“And my family would just love to meet you, they're all super chill. What do you think?”

Harvey looks back at Rebecca's hopeful, nervous smile and says, “I think I don't want to be around children.”

The waiter arrives before she can produce a point to nullify this reason for his rejection and she shifts her attention to her dish for the waiter’s benefit. The moment the waiter leaves them, however, she picks up her fork and continues.

“We don't have to be around them, I mean, it's not like a kid-focused thing, you know?”

His phone vibrates in his pocket, but his hope for a distraction from this topic dies when he sees the Nebraska area code. He declines the call and sets the phone on the table.

“We can just go wine tasting with just my parents or just meet them for dinner.”

Just, just, just, just, just, just, just, just, just. Harvey blinks away the urge to display his annoyance. She has his answer, it just isn't the one she wanted.

“I just mean…” she starts.

The phone buzzes and lights up with that same number.

She tries to continue, “... we’ve been dating-”

Harvey picks up the phone. “Harvey Sullivan.”

“Harvey! It's Roscoe. How've you been?”

It's been four years since he’s gotten a call from his father's lawyer. The exact same jocular greeting before being told of his father's death.

“I’ve been good,” Harvey answers, watching in amusement as Rebecca somehow manages to inject passive aggressiveness into the way she's holding her fork, “but I have the feeling I'm about to be less good. What happened?”

“Straight to the point, huh?” Roscoe chuckles, the sound trailing off with a groan. “Well. It’s your mother. She, uh, she's passed. I'm sorry.”

“Oh.” Harvey tries to sound surprised. Part of him is; Nancy was only 49, just 17 years older than him. “When? How?”

“An hour ago. Tabby called for an ambulance when Nancy couldn't get out of the bathtub this morning. Had a stroke. Had a few more on the way to the hospital. She hung in there for a while, but, um… She's gone.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah. I'm real sorry, Harv. This is such a shit way to find out.”

“No, no, thank you for calling to let me know, Roscoe. So, there's going to be a funeral I-”

“I'm handling all that. Looking at holding the service on Friday at Holy Light. Tabby’s gonna stay with me and Barb for now. Poor little girl is taking this hard.”

“Yeah. Well, alright. I should be able to take next Friday off.”

“If you can come any sooner, it would be a comfort to her.”

“To who?”

“To Tabby!"

“Oh, right. Tabitha. She knows you better though, I don't think there's much I can do for her.”

“I'm not blood. I know you're busy, you've got your own life. It would mean a lot to the kid to have her uncle here, that's all.”

“I’ll be there. Not likely before Friday. Maybe Thursday night.”

“Work on it, okay? Let me know because I have to get the paperwork in order.”

“I'll let you know.”

“Alright. Well, I've got a lot of phone calls to make.”

“Sure. Thanks for calling, Roscoe.”

“Oh! One more thing before I let you go, Harv. The place you're at now has two bedrooms, right?”

Harvey had almost forgotten the frequent non-sequiturs of his father’s old friend, but old habit kicks in and he answers without question, “That’s correct.”

“Okay, thought so, just wanted to make sure I had that right. I'll talk to you soon.”

“Right. Talk to you then.”

Harvey puts his phone back in his pocket and picks up his fork to resume eating.

Rebecca's souring mood seems to have shifted, her tone carrying a perhaps equally annoying concern as she gently asks, “You're going to a funeral next week?”

“Seems like it.”

“I hope it wasn't anyone you're close to.”

He drags a piece of duck through the sauce artfully drizzled along the rim of the plate. “No. Not really.”

“It's going to be out of town?”

The skin is wonderfully crispy, crackling as his teeth gnash through to the tender meat. “Yes.”

“Where?”

The glass of brunello does well to cut the fattiness from his palate. “Nebraska.”

She smiles. “Nebraska is… nice?”

The new potatoes don't look worth the additional carbs. He cuts into the duck again. 

“Well then…” She clears her throat, tries again, “Would you like some company while you’re there, just to keep you from getting bored?”

He glances at her as he pierces another chunk of flesh. There’s already an expectation of disappointment poorly concealed by her smile before he answers, “No.”

The girl at the table behind Rebecca lets out a jokingly scolding exclamation loud enough for him to hear what she says to the man.

“Dad!”

The envy that Harvey felt evaporates. However genuine that connection is, there's nothing as dull to him as fatherhood.

It's only 11:19 by the time Rebecca falls asleep. Harvey takes his clothes into the living room to avoid disturbing her as he dresses, but regardless of how quietly he leaves, she always wakes up at the sound of the door locking. He knows this because she will text him every time. Like clockwork, his phone vibrates as he’s waiting for the elevator.

When will I see you next?

He wonders if he should let her know how annoying this is. If he starts correcting her behavior, he won't stop. He puts his phone back in his pocket. Even if she could be made responsive to correction, she's not worth the work it will take to make her into something more than she is.

There's a chill in the breeze that hints of the approaching autumn. No longer needing to mind the state of his hair, he drives with the windows down, allowing the noise of the city to reach him. Laughter and shouting from the smoking crowd outside of a bar. Psytrance reverberating from a club, the murmuring cacophony from the line outside competing below it. An outlandishly adorned group walking to their next destination, joyously cackling and cursing at each other. 

The door to the lobby locks the noise outside behind him, sealing him in a silence interrupted by his footsteps echoing through the cavernous space. He rarely bothers turning on any lights in his apartment. Everything is always exactly how he's left it. He showers in the dark, not needing to see as he works his way down the line of different cleansers arranged on the shelf. 

His phone is bright even on the dimmest setting when he checks it. Only 12:29. No missed calls, no new messages. A notification from a fetish hookup app, but it's an event reminder. He could still go out. He could see if anyone he knows is available. He could call Judith, check if she's gotten her hands on any real coke yet. 

It's 1:30 when he decides to keep scrolling on his phone until he falls asleep. This works just as well as anything to keep himself from thinking about Home. 

The problem with flying to Nebraska is that no one wants to fly to Nebraska, so there are no Friday flights that will allow him to arrive on time. Harvey touches down in Omaha the night before, having left work early to make a flight out of LGA. It takes the Xanax too long to kick in, so he ends up pulling into the gravel lot behind Holy Light of the Gospel Baptist Church only twenty minutes ahead of the funeral. For all the money his parents had given to this church, it still looks like a shabbily-adapted McMansion someone had gutted and put a sign in front of.

The front doors are open, but the lights inside are still off. The morning sunlight pours through the open windows to provide enough for him to see the monstrosity of bouquets propped up around a casket raised in front of the pulpit and, oddly, a large creepy doll standing in prayer next to it. Its mouth moves. For a delirious moment, Harvey wonders if he brought the wrong pills before realizing that’s Tabitha. He walks along the wall, keeping to the darkness so as not to disturb her, stopping just a couple meters behind her.

His niece is still the puny, scrawny runt with unkempt brown hair constrained into two long stupid braids down to her tailbone. Harvey is not sure what 13-year-olds are supposed to look like these days, but she seems unusually small from what he recalls of his childhood classmates. The girls were all within at least a couple inches of 5 feet and fat had been accumulating on their chests for a year or more already. In that frumpy black dress, he can’t tell if she’s even approached the vicinity of puberty, but he’d guess not.

He steps closer to hear her soft, clear voice whispering, “That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me and bend. Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new…”

She stops as his shadow blocks the light pouring over her back and she turns around. This Tabitha is not the impish kewpie doll gremlin he remembers. Big dark doe eyes, fantastic bone structure, delicate chin, prominent cheekbones, small but shapely mouth, symmetrical features, flawless skin. A true gamine beauty still in the bud of its development, but striking despite being so young. Though she's attained this through nothing but the plain luck of genetic roulette and he has absolutely no stake in it, the warmth of pride in being her uncle touches him for the first time.

“Uncle Harvey…” she whispers in astonishment before her dazzling smile crumbles with a sob and she ducks her face into her hands.

Oh, right. Tabitha loved Nancy. Of course she did. She loves everyone, even her horrid grandmother.

He smiles, amused at this silly little creature, and asks, “Am I really that scary, Tabitha?”

She huffs out a short laugh. “I'm sorry, I'm… I'm so happy to see you.”

She sniffs, wipes her face with the handkerchief clutched in her fist, and looks up at him again with pain in her smile and tears shining in her now pink-rimmed eyes. Harvey’s lungs seize up, stunned at the thing he sees in her, invisible but present. This girl, this wide open, honest and artless sincerity shows him something he can't look away from. An intangible thing given an almost material existence from inside her. A nameless thing that calls him to somehow pull it through her and give it form. 

The passing curiosity he had of her sharpens into a predatory focus as a prickling shiver sets alight in his gut. The sensation, a sensation he’s rarely if ever felt so strongly for a person, is immediately chased with a terrifying realization that floods the strange unidentified wonder from him. He is… attracted to a child. This is not supposed to happen to him. 

He's still reeling from this unwelcome revelation, his stomach clenching and his brain on fire, when she asks, “Is it alright if I hug you?” 

No, do not touch her, keep your distance and fix this disgusting glitch. 

No, he responds, it's absurd to assume I am affected. It's nothing serious.

He forces himself to calm down. His arms open for her and she steps into them, hugging him around his hips and nuzzling her cheek against his abdomen. Her warmth seeps through his suit to erupt a wave of goosebumps across his skin. She feels even smaller than she looks. He's not sure how to hug someone who is two feet shorter, awkwardly pulling her tighter against him with his hands spanning her upper back. Judging by her shaky, tantalizing sigh that drives this depraved infection deeper, she doesn't seem to mind. He lets his hands slide down her back, his fingers curling around her ribcage, mapping the meager body hidden beneath that modest dress. It would be nothing to lift her up off her feet and embrace her properly, with her legs wrapped around him, her dress hiked up as he– 

He should have listened to himself. He's not a pedophile. He is the opposite of a pedophile, he hates kids. She’ll do something obnoxious soon that'll clear up this confusion. He'll become disgusted and annoyed with her as he should be. He disengages the hug and she takes his hand as they part, looking up at him again with such startlingly genuine emotion so nakedly displayed, he looks away in embarrassment as though he'd caught her in a private moment. 

“Do you want a moment alone together?” she asks, that dulcet voice intimately low, nearly a whisper.

His lungs seize up for a second time, the blood draining from his face in alarm at how immediately this new abomination within him was known to another. His mind rushes through everything that transpired in the last three minutes. Was it how he looked at her? Did he press her too flush against him? Did his fingers creep into any indecent territory? Panic rises as he can find nothing that would have given him away, no hint of behavior he should have avoided. It’s impossible that she could know the sick way he’s drawn so strongly to her.

And it really is impossible. She’s looking up at him innocently, awaiting his answer with effortless patience. It’s as impossible for Tabitha to know as it is impossible that Tabitha could be so forward and promiscuous to ask him with that intent. He realizes, with a cascade of relief, that she meant alone with his mother’s remains. He’s not disappointed. He won’t allow himself to ruminate on what he would have done to her if she’d meant anything else.

“No,” he answers.

“Do you want to say anything to her before everyone arrives?” she asks.

He tries to be annoyed, only able to put forth an affectation of it. “I’ll do what I want when I want to, kid. You don’t need to prompt me.”

“Okay,” she smiles briefly and releases him. The slide of her fingers gliding under his palm tingles and lingers. He closes his hand into a fist, willing the sweet venom of her touch away. There’s a chance, however unlikely, that he may have accidentally dosed himself with a slight amount of MDMA this morning. He hopes so. “I'm sorry this happened. I’m so sorry, uncle Harvey. I’ve been praying I would see you this year, but…” Her words cut off before she can finish and she ducks into her handkerchief again.

He wants to hold her. Use comforting her for an excuse to feel her chest quake with each sob and her hot, wet breath brush his skin as she weeps so enticingly. Get her used to the strangeness of her mean uncle caressing her. Let her interpret it as the love she’s always been so open and patient to receive from him. He wonders how her polite, quiet weeping will change when he starts to hurt her. 

He moves to lean down and reach for her. He can have a little bit of this. Only enough to taste. She might not even know until the day comes that she looks back on how he made her feel and gives what he’s done a name. Violation. Molestation. Defilement. He could do worse. He wants to. Isn’t it enough that he shows this much restraint?

“Harvey! When did you get here? I gotta talk with you about your situation!”

He jerks upright at the raucous of Roscoe’s voice snapping him back into reality. A cold sweat instantly coats him from his scalp to his soles. It was only a daydream. He couldn’t do something like that, not to someone who can’t consent even if they asked for it. That’s not part of what he does. Of what he’s allowed.

“Hello to you too,” he says, only a tad more rudely than he’d normally back talk to the old man.

“Is that Roscoe I hear in there?” an even older man bellows from the entrance.

“Aw, shit,” Roscoe cusses, then winces and gestures vaguely to the illustration of Jesus hanging next to him. “Sorry! Shoot. One second, Milton! We’ll iron everything out later, Harv. Tabbycat, will you hand out the pamphlets? We might as well start letting people sit down. I’ll get the lights!”

[missymurphy1985]

The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

@margoo0 @queenshelby @peakyscillian @cloudofdisney @ntmynouis @being-worthy

[basedstoutland]

#If this didn’t make sense im sorry I am very Sleepy™️#But honestly dude i read one of your fics and it went downhill from there#i actually love you and your au of ssb#and your headcanons#yes i managed to find your hc’s on super smashy headcanons and i am all here for it#i really feel like the smash bros community is very small now#so i try to cherish my only sources of serotonin for this community as much as possible

Once again, honored. And yeah, the community is super small now... I take what I can get but...I'm unfortunately rather picky in my tastes- especially since I have very concrete opinions on how certain Smash things go. I'm glad you like the headcanons I've shared there...so far! As for the non-tagged reply- funny enough, their interactions, their sillier ones at least, were partially based on how me and my older sibling talk sometimes. Shoot...you know, I haven't actually thought about it like that. I usually thought about it like 'he sees himself as one of the most powerful forces in his universe (which he kinda is), so of course he wouldn't want to think of anything that implies he's weak'. So I'd say that's definitely part of it! Part of it is also just...not acknowledging or processing what happened until body and mind literally force him to. Believe me, I already have a fic planned going into it. And with Tabuu and by extension MH knowing about Ganondorf's plans from the get go? Like my fic offhandedly mentions, it was mind reading- involuntarily on MH's end. If the canon story implies he was able to manipulate not only Master hand's body with the chains, but his words as well (since even though there's no dialogue to us, it wouldn't really make much sense if him just pointing at Ganon equalled...essentially Order 66.) it would only make sense that he'd be able to force him to do...a lot more. Who's to say he didn't force Master Hand to design the Subspace Army's troops too? And as for the Chains of Light being essentially hot knives, that was something I came up with to justify MH's wounds looking like that cuz uh...they don't look like they were just stab wounds to me. Plus, they are most likely hard light, and some other media I'm into has shown that something like that could be super hot to the touch. Personally, I'd love to write a fic about that whole situation...it'll probably take a lot of time. More time than usual... The fic I have explaining the Master Core situation...is actually the same one that goes into him being forced to process his trauma when he put it off for so long. And uhhhh. Spoilers for this upcoming fic but! It's not possession! It's just a really dangerous trauma response both literal and metaphorical. This interpretation is very much inspired by Smashy-headcanons's take but with my own spin on why it showed up when it did involving trauma from Subspace. ...Basically a repressed PTSD fuelled meltdown turned horrifically violent. Like I said, I will hopefully get into it. I love how you've been breaking down what I write and will gladly discuss more...probably over DMs so this post doesn't get way too big?

Woe, headcanoned fic be upon ye. Anyone else wonder why Ganondorf's design changed to have his scar in Smash after not having it in Brawl? This fic is partially an explanation on that and partially inspired by @toomanyf4ndoms7 own take on how things went. (Hiii hope you don't mind me @ ing you here)

[amethystpath-writes]

Revenge of The Two Weeks (3)- that's right. We named it, folks.

Continuation of this original story.

Continued directly from here!

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The flaps of Hero's tent flapped in the wind, distracting him slightly from the task at hand. The commander was testing his strategy; he was testing all of the mens' strategy, trying to figure out who might gain his own title when he retired- if he ever retired.

Hero picked the tip of his finger up off of the map, replacing it with another finger on his other hand while he moved his first to the right side of the parchment. The commander was wanting to expand to the eastern part of the lands. Problem was the number of geological obstacles: craters, hills, ponds, and mushy swamp-like areas galore.

Sighing, Hero threw his head back. It seemed impossible. He eyed the blue flag closest to his right finger, picked it up, and threw it over the shoulder. There, he thought, Get rid of the bloody pond. If only it worked that way.

There were three blue flags, all within several hundred meters- realistically speaking- of one another. Very little room for our legions. Hero debated whether or not to fight on horseback. As great and obedient as the horses were, they were large and clumsy in close proximity. With little space, there was too much room for error. So no horses. That fixes that problem.

One yellow flag. The marshes. A big ole stretch of hard-to-walk-through mush, at least for a human. So yes to the horses. Or no? God, I don't know. The swampish lands would result in more army and artillery men's deaths than if a few horses fell into the ponds. Keep the horses. And that would allow for the use of their bows, which would presumably be an advantage.

The horses will require resting breaks. What would happen if they exhausted a bunch of them? Men would have to walk, which would exhaust them. That was better than all of the men exhausting themselves at least.

Hero bounced a fist off the table. This was so frustrating. He thought, now, maybe he wasn't cut out to serve under the commander's- and certainly not the king's- name. But he had to. Because fighting was all Hero could do. He wasn't good at anything else, but if he failed in this test of strategy, he was done for. He'd be demoted, become one of those scavengers of the army who were responsible for picking up dismembered body parts and burning them. How disgusting. How lowly. How vile.

"You kept the dagger."

Hero gritted his teeth together, jaw askew. He didn't need to turn to know who that was. "Yeah? It's my dagger. Just because you stole it from me then gave it back doesn't mean it hasn't always been mine. Of course I kept it."

The tent flaps were quiet, Hero realized. Villain must have been holding them still. It was with this information that he began reaching for his dagger, saying as a distraction of sorts, "Do you remember Grandad?"

Villain laughed. "Don't try to settle me with your old stories. I don't care about them anymore."

"You used to." Hero swallowed, adjusting the handle of his dagger until it felt just right.

Spiders crawled up his spine to the base of his skull. He spun, dagger held with the blade outward. This hadn't been his plan. First, Hero's plan had been to launch the dagger at the wooden tent post, just close enough to scare Villain. But now he was in front of him.

"Cute," his younger brother commented, and pushed Hero's wielding hand aside. "But I have my own." He hummed. "You give into me so easily. You ought not to, for your own sake. To me it's fascinating, but who knows when I might actually decide to slit your throat?" It was with this that Villain brought his own dagger to Hero's neck. "And what would you ever do to stop me? You already had the chance to both throw a blade at me and stab me with it. You've done neither."

Hero rolled his eyes. Villain was shorter than him which only aided in the harshness of the sharp dagger on his neck. His brother was pushing up at a cruel angel, one that Hero had to avoid swallowing against.

"What do you want me to tell you? You're right, okay? You're right. I have guilt and I hoped that I'd never see you again because of it. But you're alive." He took a breath. "It's up to you what you do with your life from here. You can chase me around crazily as you have been, thus driving me to continue ignoring you every chance I get. Or," Hero ventured, "we can work on reestablishing what lost relationship we had."

The knife cut in. Hero squeezed his eyes shut, let his nostrils flare. A warm trickle slid down his neck into his uniform. "You might not want to maim a trusted person of the Guard and Commander."

"Oh, I don't think that matters much." Villain cocked his head to the side, peering at the map left on the table behind Hero. "If anything, I'd replace you. The Commander likes tough boys, isn't that still right?" He sighed. "I know I overstayed my two weeks in the woods, but well..." Villain laughed. "After a wolf tore my friend and a six year old child apart before eating them, the woods actually welcomed me. I'd tell you where I stayed, but I promised the boys I wouldn't compromise them."

Hero's breath caught. "Some of them still live in the woods?" He tried to pull back, away from the blade, but Villain pushed it forward as Hero pulled back.

With a shrug, Hero's younger brother- who had been gone, presumably dead, for five years said, "Sure. Not all of them felt like returning to a place that couldn't accept them as they were. They found new families, ones that fought to keep them alive. They became brothers to one another."

"How poetic." Hero scoffed. "They should be brought back. They're not safe out in the woods."

The dagger slashed through the air, away from Hero's neck, but not straying at all from his shoulder. Hero hollered out, but Villain clamped a hand over his mouth before anyone else could hear. Not that it mattered. Like Villain said before, the worst that could happen was Hero lost his position, which Villain certainly didn't mind. Still, he wanted to torture his older brother this way for a little longer before he did anything too drastic.

"Funny," Villain spat, stance like a cobra ready to strike. "You didn't say that when you led us all to the woods before. Do you know how old the youngest was?" His voice was venom.

"Six."

"No, that's just the one who died. My friend who was also killed by the wolf was sixteen- just to give you a little perspective."

"Five, then."

"Three or four." Villain explained, "He didn't even know his own age." And then he turned to blame, "You left him in the woods. You took him away from his family, and you are the reason he's going to grow up always overexerting himself to please others, only to feel like he's never enough."

Villain bit his tongue to stop himself, but then said it anyways. "I'll be surprised if he doesn't kill himself in three or more years. He feels like a disappointment to himself, Hero, because a man he was supposed to look up to told him he wasn't enough and then sent him off into the woods- where he watched every horrific image you can think up happen."

"I don't know what you want from me!" Hero roared, and this time he finally did move to fully strike a blow on his brother. He shoved his shoulders hard enough that Villain nearly fell on his bottom.

Lucky for Villain, he was able to balance himself out before that could happen.

"I'm sorry, alright! I'm sorry that I failed the four or five of you-"

"Seven of us."

"-and that I was too cowardice to see for myself if you lived or died. I'm sorry. But I can't do anything to fix it except offer myself to you now. So that's what I'm doing, Villain. I'll be a better brother this time around. If you're looking for something, some sort of closure though...you're not going to find it another way. Because no matter how much you torture me, you'll never be satisfied knowing that I left you. That I created memory after memory with you just to leave you to packs of vicious wolves and hungry, lonesome bears.

"I fucked up, Villain, I know I did. But I can't fix it now. I was- and am still- just as scared as you were in those woods. Different scenario, but same, same hot-coaled fear. I'm sorry I wasn't as brave as I made myself sound. I wanted to be a role model to you, but I- I don't know, brother." Hero sat on a cot in the tent, put his head in his hands for a moment before looking up again.

"The Commander is a daunting man and I found myself cowering. You haven't seen him, Villain, haven't endured the training he puts us through, or the screaming he does- like we're prisoners of an enemy kingdom and not soldiers of his own. I'm not making excuses for myself; I know I was wrong. I know what I did is unforgivable, but I'm begging you, brother, please-" Hero kneeled, throwing his knees to the floor, tilted his head to the ground with eyes closed "-please try to understand."

A hand landed on Hero's soldier, but he kept his head down. He wished he would have opened them before, for a new pain bloomed in his shoulder. His mouth became gaped and he choked on the feeling, especially as it spread.

Villain twisted the dagger with a sick satisfaction. "I'll understand when you walk yourself into the woods for two weeks."

Twist. A sharp gasp. Ragged breathing.

"When you hear the deep growl of a wolf- deeper and more impactful than thunder."

Another twist. A pained holler and cry.

"When you watch the person who did everything they could to make you feel at home dies as he's immobilized by razor teeth in their leg. And when the teeth finally rip into the throat of a boy who doesn't want to die after minutes of fighting."

A plunge of the dagger. A wordless scream. A limp body- still breathing, but in so much pain that it can't even think of moving- against Villain's leg.

"When you wake up with your own bloodied fists and two piles of bones and drawn out, tattered rags beneath you- because you slept on a branch in a tree to avoid getting eaten yourself. When you spill every ounce of fluid in your body out into a creek because you're so traumatized. When you suffer the way I did...when you spend just the first week in the woods like I did, maybe then I'll try to understand."

As a finish, Villain yanked his dagger from his brother's shoulder and said, "You don't get to keep this one." He wiped the blood off on his pant-leg and walked out.

******

@badthingshappenbingo

Original Work

Knife to the Throat

[mellometal]

Hey, everyone.

If you saw the post from earlier, I had to delete it. There were things I forgot to discuss and things that didn't get saved into my drafts. Sorry if you have to see this again.

I've been WAITING to talk about Glee. Not in the good way either. There's so much wrong with the show, and it's sickening. Yes, I've watched the show last year. Against my will, but that's because of other people refusing to put on anything else besides Glee. I can say that I hate Glee with my entire being. (My initial reason for hating it was because they covered "SING" by My Chemical Romance and turned it into a slow, patriotic song when it's a song about rebellion. NOTHING about "SING" is patriotic. I hated the show since I first heard about it...for that very reason. I was like thirteen or so at the time when I first heard about Glee? Despite it being out since 2009.

Though it's been over for several years now, it's a show that many people have mixed feelings about. From what I've seen, you either love Glee or you absolutely hate it. There's no in-between that I've seen. (If you can't already tell, I hate the show.)

The show is a literal dumpster fire, the characters are all fucking awful people and all of them are poorly written, the script pisses me off, it literally makes me feel disgusting, and don't even get me started on the covers. Most of the covers aren't that good. A lot of them sound like nails on a chalkboard to me. The pacing of the show makes NO sense in certain areas (like when Blaine was initially made to be a grade above Kurt, but was then changed to be like the same grade as him so he'd stay). It just feels like everyone in the show is either a Mary Sue, a Gary Stu, their whole personality is just that they're from a minority group or they're EDGY AND HARDCORE DELINQUENTS BLEEEEHHHHH, creepy as fuck, bigoted as all hell, or they're just background characters who occasionally have the spotlight.

TW: The following post and any other posts that I'll make about this show contains subject matter that may be triggering for some audiences. It will go into subjects like racism, homophobia, ableism, outing of a person in the LGBT community, bigotry in general, statutory r@pe (between teachers and students), teachers being creepy towards students, mentioned past child m0l3stati0n and invalidation of the victim's trauma, making fun of su1c1d3, making fun of overdose, making fun of drug addiction....a lot of fucked up things.

If anything mentioned above is triggering for you, please feel free to scroll and consume safe media instead. I'd rather have you be safe than to be triggered by anything I'm gonna talk about.

Let's start off easy. The characters. It's easy to tear them apart. At least the most problematic ones.

Rachel, the Main Character™️, is textbook definition of a Mary Sue. Instead of calling her Rachel, I'm gonna call her Mary Sue for the whole post. She's almost completely perfect (like too perfect), her flaws are minor if anything, she gets all the special treatment....you get the picture. When Mary Sue does anything fucked up or she says anything fucked up, it either goes unnoticed, people make up excuses for her being a shitty person, or it gets twisted so it looks like Mary Sue is the hero! (I hate her. So much. I cannot stand her.)

Aaawwww, Mary Sue didn't want some OTHER GIRL (Sunshine) to steal HER spotlight, so she SENT THIS GIRL TO A CRACK HOUSE. A FUCKING CRACK HOUSE, OF ALL PLACES. A PLACE WHERE THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN PUT IN SERIOUS DANGER. THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED AT BEST AND KILLED AT WORST. Yes, I'm aware not all drug houses are the same, but still. It doesn't matter what this girl did. What Sunshine did is irrelevant. It's not okay to send people to strange places where they don't know anyone, and are put in danger, even to the point of either getting injured or killed. But it's okay, because at least it's not an "active" crack house you sent Sunshine to, RIGHT, Mary Sue? You still sent some poor girl to a place where she could have been put in serious danger, even to possibly get injured or killed, all because you didn't want her to steal YOUR spotlight. You fucking disgusting, entitled, bratty cunt. You don't need the spotlight all the time anyway. THAT'S HOW THEATRE WORKS. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE LEAD ROLE. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE ROLE YOU WANT. AND THAT'S OKAY. YOU WORK WITH WHAT YOU GOT. Sincerely, a theatre kid.

There are other fucked up things Mary Sue has done, but this is the one thing I could find anyone talking about. If I remember correctly, she hurt her Gay Best Friend™️ Kurt in some way. All I remember is that Kurt was mad at Mary Sue about something. Mary Sue is annoying as fuck. What else can I say about her?

Next, we have Finn, who's textbook definition of a Gary Stu. I'll call him Gary Stu throughout this post. I hate this fucker too. He's the Main Character's Boyfriend™️, the Hot Quarterback™️, and The Good Guy™️. Yet....he's not a good person. He's treated like he's a good person, but he's really not. His flaws are fairly minor and excused (and any major flaws aren't even talked about much), he's almost completely perfect, and every fucked up thing he does is ignored or is justified in some way. Like how he outed Santana as lesbian in the hallway WITHIN EARSHOT OF EVERYONE. HE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR THIS.

As a woman who has struggled with her sexuality growing up, this really brought back shit I went through. I "dated" boys when I was younger to cover up the fact that I'm only attracted to other women. I wasn't happy with these guys at all. I acted like I did so nobody would suspect anything. I felt nothing for them, except for in a platonic way. I've been outed twice. Once when I thought I was bisexual with a strong preference for other women (by my dad's girlfriend at the time), and when I came out as lesbian (by my brother). It sucks to be outed. The people who outed me in real life could have put me in danger. They could have made it so I had no place to go back to. They could have had me get hurt. It's a scary feeling. Like, it doesn't matter if you're supportive or if you're in the LGBT community. You don't fucking out people without their explicit permission. You especially don't out people to their abusers or to people they don't trust, let alone out them publicly. That's what happened to me. I don't wish this on anyone.

***By the way, for anyone who's closeted, you're valid, I love you, and I know how it feels to be stuck in the closet. You don't have to come out right now. Come out whenever you're ready to. Whenever it's safe for you to do so.***

Or how about the fact that Gary Stu made fun of Kurt's voice because he's gay? Gary Stu apparently has ✨anger issues✨ and that's pretty much the excuse they use to justify him doing fucked up shit to people.

They treat the characters who are from minority groups (i.e., BIPOC, AAPI, LGBT community, disabled people) like absolute garbage, put them through all this horrific shit, or they put them on a pedestal simply for being in a minority group. The teachers and other school staff are either written to be total bigots (Sue), or they're total pr3dators (Mr. Schue, the school nurse, and another teacher who I can't remember her name off the top of my head).

Sue pretty much only exists to be a poorly written villain who's a bigoted bitch just to be a bigoted bitch. Yes, there were some things she WAS right about (like how "Blurred Lines" wasn't an appropriate song choice for the Glee Club™️, but Mr. Schue The Pr3dator™️ downplayed it). Other than that...that's all I can think of. Because everything else that came out of her mouth was bigoted bullshit. Like these right here, for example:

Or how she drugged the principal, date r@ped him, and blackmailed him?

How about them making a tasteless joke about Sue committing su1c1d3 and having her "overdose" on multivitamin gummies?

DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN HOW FUCKED UP ALL OF THIS IS? I do? Well, first of all, she called people racist, homophobic, ableist, and otherwise disgusting names. She boiled them down to their race, sexual orientation, their disability, and their appearance in general. Second, SHE DRUGGED, BLACKMAILED, AND DATE R@PED SOMEBODY. I don't think I need to explain how that's bad. The evidence is right there. Third, she said she was committing "sue-icide" by overdosing on multivitamin gummies. (Yes, you actually can OD on vitamins in supplement form, and it can cause serious symptoms and even death. Specifically with vitamins A, D, E, and K, and Iron. Vitamins A, D, E, and K are fat-soluble. They're a lot harder to remove from the body. The B vitamins and vitamin C aren't as severe if you do OD on them because they're water-soluble, but still be careful. You can't OD on vitamins and minerals you find in food. If you take supplements, vitamins, etc., only take what's on the bottle.) As someone who has su1c1d@l thoughts on and off, this is extremely insulting. Yes, I do use humor and I joke about my own experiences to cope, but this? Nah. Nothing about this is funny or cute in the slightest. Enough said.

Do I need to explain how fucking terrible it is to make light of a serious topic like this? It was never funny to see Britney Spears' mental health be at that low of a point in 2007. It was never funny to see the abuse the paparazzi inflicted on her. How the fuck was this ever okay? You can dislike Britney Spears all you want, but this was never it.

This is all I have for now. I'll probably make a part two because there are way too many things to talk about.

[the-firebird69]

This is a huge mystery they say they think ghwv may have gotten away and put clones up to become huge to fight to lose and to be buried you find a clone in there it's proof so going to take a look we need to know the answer and we should probably present the information publicly it will be embarrassing if it's him but it will be closer and we need information from him so I guess it'll be a fight

Lost is popularity was that taco ice cream it was huge and now it's going away and we don't believe it people still love it so what's wrong with you people you keep handing them stuff to do jackasses he's going to make the taco

Mac

It sure will over there now

Tommy f

You're making the ice cream taco and we're going to go ahead and fix the posting and it's time to tell you something you are so damned annoying it's not even funny you can't figure out anything what should you do today we see you have plans and you're a pain in the ass you haven't talking about stuff now I see you up at MacDill making plans and organizing things and we'll see what they are when you plan to harass him to death everyday cuz your God damn idiots if you guys sit there and harass me all the time everyday I'm going to fire the f****** bomb out of your stupid meeting who the f*** wants to live through this to try and get you something you stupid f****** c********** I'm living through it for my people not you and I'm not fool by jackass stupid c********** like I said I'm going to fire bomb the f*** out of you dumb assholes you can be as mad as you want I'm going to kill every f****** one of you when you come by we kill tons you for it it was fine we go by and then yapping still there and they can't see us we go by all the time. The same remarks evil little comments I don't even say this you know our plan and you're watching and stuff so we don't have a chance since we have to get rid of you now need to start pouting and saying it so I say try and grab them so trying to grab them we got a few of them we got information and where the master plan is and some of the code and how it ties in and we're figuring the rest out so in the meantime why don't you just pissed off so we sitting on every meeting just start going to them ourselves I mean what's wrong with you people it's so God damn dumb yeah we know about that you don't care about it true too. They don't care about being possessed they don't care about being overused they don't care if their brains there or not it's a bunch of horse s*** you people are so dumb. So you hear the plan on making a counter plan right now coming up with ways to stop you now from harassing us in our son you're just nasty assholes I'm going to start dishing it back to you and you can't take it at all it turn into spazzes you shoot each other you just horrific people it's really stupid what you doing well it can happen 24 hours a day until you're a pile also wondering what happens is package the ordered from Walmart just stopped in New Jersey

We have other programs to initializing two of them we mentioned and the third is to set you on fire every day no it's the infiltrate like madness no that's something we don't talk about it's to cause you injury and harm well it happens to you all the time anyways I think it's about trade no we have other programs so initializing cuz you're such sorry assholes and such pussies and mean people to our son I'm going to make this a****** pay when I said was shut up I didn't say keep going and make some stupid f****** comments you're not allowed to say stuff to us using us you're not we actually kill you everybody dies down here stupid so so that particular guy said this he said we can't help it I said so what you know it's like ridiculous she has all ready to go all the time they keep saying this back we don't know I said it doesn't matter if you know or not you should have shut your mouth now it's too late it's a death sentence again doesn't change it does it but a pal it's fast too his sister is saying this I don't believe it but it happens all the time casino like jackass is saying you don't know your own f****** problem ever it doesn't matter you're the one doing it jackass is near you haven't done people watching you having it done for your own stupid plan which is failing miserably you're a complete miserable failures anyways

Throw a couple more plans that will put into motion and I'm going to actually initialize them later and one of them is infrastructure and now we're doing that now you're taking over hospitals that's a major plan we've got construction and businesses and businesses we own and Banks is another program that's what it is and finance and that's mostly Miami and Tampa Sarasota and a few other places where you're doing that kind of business in a big way and you're rubbing it in your face I screwing around with her son I'm going to make you pay for it you have to pay for the stupid comments you started 13 years ago and we're going to make you pay it was slaughtering your covid people absolutely slaughtering them daily they're all die and your closings being ripped out you should probably check that it's been happening for 10 years rapidly the past year you're not going to have any cloning at all shortly I don't think you notice anything if you don't know that. So banking is the first of three more programs where initializing the other is healthcare we're making sweeping reforms here and the last one is the media we're going to clean your media it's an absolute pigsty it's disgusting

ATTENTION

We are now conscription for service the following occupations and all ancillary positions for such globally and here in Florida

Media

Healthcare

Banking

Construction including infrastructure

Businesses protecting our interest in businesses we own

These are major programs and I want our people involved and I want tons of volunteers for each and I want them to volunteer shortly we need them ASAP and if you have any experience in these areas please keep in mind that we are hiring every single occupation you can imagine. Please everyone who knows anyone who has any skill at anything please suggest that they sign up now we have a huge number of jobs globally and we're just starting these programs here in Florida he needs to desperately

Thor Freya

Please do that he's going to put an attention thing up

Hera

Olympus

[gofancyninjaworld]

This post has been living in my mind rent-free all day, so I've got to reply a bit at length.

There's something the chapter opened with that I regret not talking about earlier: Captain Mizuki's and Needlestar's wavering on seeing the new monsters emerge. As heroes, despite their severe injuries and pain, the idea of walking away from trouble troubles them.

Isn't that the way? No matter what you do, there's always a little more you could think to do, always one more person you could think to help. I'm glad that Sekingar put his foot down and insisted they leave.

Heroes have this virtue. People don't become heroes if they don't have a strong internal drive to notice what's broken and make the world better in some way, even if it's in something as small as picking up the litter in the street. The Hero Association may do a lot of things wrong, but they got one big part right: they only hire people who already have that heroic drive.

Heroes have this problem. The world is a big place. People and situations are complex and have their own conflicting motivations. There's never a moment where a hero can truly feel their work to be 'done.' At some point, a hero has to come to terms with the limitations of what they're able to do. You put your finger on the big reason Garou, who really should just be a hero, is doing what he's doing. He's trying to do it all by himself. And in so doing, he's latched onto a truly horrifying idea: to terrorise the world until it behaves itself. Trying to do it all is a disease. It will destroy you psychologically -- witness how hopeless Saitama felt his enterprise to be before Genos came into his life. It will warp you monstrously -- forget Garou a moment, we have Amai Mask. And it may even take your life.

You'll be dead, and the world will still be evil.

This arc really has been driving the point home about the importance of interdependency. The heroes are alive, if not necessarily standing, because they've pitched in where needed. They've come in two flavours: the ones who know they can't do it all and the ones who've had to accept that they can't do it all. Sorry, Tats! :D

Come to that, there's yet another parallel here. We used to know Genos as the Lone Cyborg. It's interesting that Dr Kuseno did not open the door to his Skunkworks and give Genos the really powerful stuff until he had seen for himself that Genos had surrounded himself with good friends -- and not just Saitama. People, the doctor felt, whom Genos could look to for practical support and guidance. He's turned out to be entirely correct in this too! It's horrific to think what might have happened had Bang and Fubuki not been on hand.

A hero might be a person prepared to do the right thing on their own, but no one can do it all. Recognising that is key to becoming a truly effective hero.

It's funny that in trying to reject heroism, Garou is actually living all the different aspects of what makes heroes heroes.

So the question is: when and in what manner is someone going to tell Garou 'you're not supposed to do it all by yourself, you idiot?'

Just thinking about how...Blast said last ch how he doesn't fight alone, then this ch demonstrates how well it is to heed those words.

Because even Blast, with literal dimension-hopping powers, can't possibly be everywhere at once. And even Saitama, who's all-powerful, can't solve everything alone with just his one punch either.

So the same is true for Garou. When he tanks the monsters' hits for Tareo's sake, that becomes Saitama's cue to rush in to handle Evil Ocean Water. When the centipede starts charging towards the helicopter(s) anyway, that's Metal Bat's cue to rush in and help beat it back. Things that with only Garou there, likely could not have been solved as effectively all by himself, either. Like when they cover both monster defense (Mb) and crowd control (Garou) much more swiftly unorthodoxically together in tandem than if any lone hero had tried to take on every task himself. Pretty much just as Blast says. :')

So just where and to what scale is all this leading? Who knows, but it seems earth's 'defense team' in Blast's stead is getting ever more fortified than just having one Saitama (or Garou - who already wants to 'fix' the world) alone~