#the hypocrisy of their fandom never ceases to amaze me

[sueske]

you know I tag my stuff anti ss/nh cuz I’ve gotten complaints that the anti tags fully spelled out show up in the normal shipper tags (cuz tumblr’s tagging system sucks) but those same shippers turn around and do the very thing they complained about for sasunaru/narusasu…

[darklinaforever]

The cruelty of the ASOIAF fandom never ceases to amaze me. What surprises me most is the hypocrisy of some people on the Black Team. Don’t get me wrong—I will always side with Rhaenyra—but I can’t understand how some of her so-called supporters say that her first three sons deserved to die.

I mean, I’ll admit I prefer the children she had with Daemon because I support that pairing, but it’s incredibly cruel to treat her first sons as if they were disposable. Beyond all the disdain for the "bastardy" of the boys, in my eyes, regardless of how they were conceived, they remain legitimate: Laenor never rejected them, and Harwin never claimed them. For all intents and purposes, they are still Velaryons.

I came across a post that made me sick. It was about how Rhaenyra supposedly didn’t love the children from her first marriage or something along those lines. And I thought, "What the hell?" Listen, the boys don’t need to be your favorite characters or even matter to you, but it’s cowardly to minimize the motherly love Rhaenyra had for each of her children—"bastards" or not.

And that’s not even the worst of it. There are people who spout nonsense about how she didn’t love any of her children and only used them as pawns for the crown. Believe me, I’ve seen comments like that as well.

What I’m trying to say is, just because Rhaenyra’s first three sons aren’t from your favorite ship doesn’t mean you have to diminish their importance or degrade the bond they shared with her. Rhaenyra was a mother. She chose to have her children, and she loved them with every drop of blood she had. She sought vengeance for them and went mad with grief over their loss. It’s cruel how some people look at that and turn it into a stupid competition among her children.

In my view, these people are no better than the fanatics on the other side, even if they claim to defend Rhaenyra.

Yes. Completely agree with everything you said. I've already made posts talking about this. Hate the Velaryon boys and being Team Blacks / Daemyra stans bothers me so much. Aside from the Greens, canonically no one had a real problem with the Velaryon boys. And they were loved, as much by Rhaenyra as by Daemon. It is literally the death of Lucerys that starts the real war after the death of Visenya started the war of words. Having a debate with these people is useless. They are narrow-minded and obsessed with this hatred of "bastards", something that GRRM condemns within its entire story / universe.

[kideaternomnom]

nah cuz i agree with you SO much on the post you made about Megumi and how people think his character sucks. Like sure you can go hate a character but its for THE worst reasons. All they say is how bland he is and how he just doesn’t care. 

People complain how he’s just a object used in the story. Like no this kid isn’t your typical Sasuke i wanna get revenge on my family, he has probably one of the best written characters in the show. He has feelings obviously and was dedicated to Tsumiki and wanted to make sure she was happy. And i HATE when people say “oh Sukuna had no deeper meaning to make Megumi his vessel” like no?? He obviously didn’t choose Yuji as his vessel and hated him and how he was. A big reason for that is how inexperienced Yuji was at Jujutsu. He had no idea what cursed spirits WERE until earlier before he became the vessel, and only had his strength. (no hate on Yuji tho) So obviously Megumi was the perfect choice for Sukuna, he is extremely intelligent , focused, and Sukuna probably wanted to take advantage of his skilled shikigami use. Like when he first went against Kirara, he IMMEDIATELY figured out her cursed technique and was skilled with how he fought her. And him as a character? People whine about his underdeveloped relationship with Gojo, and Yuji. Megumi had so much trust in Yuji and after rewatching the anime, I saw how driven this guy is because he ended up not regretting how he selfishly saved him, and thinks he’s a genuinely good person. And Gojo?! How is THAT relationship bad? He looks out for Megumi SO MUCH and it wasn’t just because of that promise Toji made, but because he genuinely cares. Sure he feels entitled to him, but he want to watch him succeed and be happy too! But seriously, Megumi is way too misunderstood in the fandom bro.

You basically summarized everything I think about this god forsaken fandom. 😭 I find it funny how Megumi haters will call him a "bum" or question why he loses fights, when it's drilled in peoples' heads MULTIPLE TIMES. He has fucking inferiority complex, regrets of his sister, and got abandoned by his damn dad for Pete's sake. His whole drive at that moment from the beginning of the series basically stemmed from Tsumiki. His sister aka his only direct blood family left who got into a COMA before he can fully appreciate her. ☠️ Also, once again- the IRONY of JJK fandumb calling Megumi "bland" yet when he does have dynamics (Toji, Gojo, Yuji, Tsumik, etc) that also gets downplayed just because there isn't Idk 50 mf pages on them. This fandom's double standards and hypocrisy will never cease to amaze me ESPECIALLY concerning Megumi. 🤧

[janthonyfell]

I swear the hypocrisy in this fandom will never cease to amaze me.

They really make a whole scandal out of pseudo incest about two characters that are literally just stage characters forced to have a story but they are blind as fuck idolizing Tobias Forge when it's about Ghost putting aside all his work with Repugnant like the dude who wrote "He is" is not the same one that wrote "Draped in Cerecloth."

Following their logic: Congrats fandom for supporting a necrophiliac!

[only4soo-won]

The hypocrisy of Akayona fandom never ceases to amaze me...

When Soo-Won said he didn't consider Yona as his successor in some chapters ago:

The fandom: Oh Soo-Won is such a meanie!! He needs to broaden his outlook and set aside his beefing w the gods and make Yona queen and this and that and.....

And when he's accepting her as his successor...

The fandom: Bruh how dare Soo-Won burden my poor lil Yona w such a huge responsibility!! Look he's abdicating the throne & wishes to die...Coward

LMAO I can't...

[ancientandforevcr]

If Spyfall had been written by a certain other writer, every other post would be talking about how gross it was that the Doctor casually handed the Master over to the Nazis after breaking his racial perception filter, but since it's Chibnall it's somehow ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ not noticed huh? lol

[reachexceedinggrasp]

I have so many issues with NBC Hannibal and the treatment of Miriam Lass has to be one of them, because it exemplifies...exactly the kind of figure way too many people see Clarice as, and the kind of dynamic they imagine she and Hannibal would “realistically” have? The narrative treats her as a pawn and frames her as either a victim or a motive, there for men to manipulate or have Guilty Feelings about; her agency is never considered. It’s a misogynistic regression from the source material.

I didn’t watch it because I’m wasn’t interested in a non-canon prequel about Will either way, but I remain eternally pissed about them strip mining the canon and cobbling together a Frankenstein’s monster of random moments using the most iconic elements totally devoid of their context and impact. Throwing portentous, memorable shit from the original away on villains of the week for who can imagine what reason.

The misogyny doesn’t surprise me at all considering the central mission of the series was apparently to take Clarice’s challenging empowerment arc about overthrowing the patriarchal forces which were stifling her and embracing her own desires while engaging in the first relationship of true equality and mutual respect she’s ever had with a man, and transform that ending of triumphant transcendence for a female protagonist into the story of the victimisation of a man. Appropriating the emotional foundations of the arc (Dr Lecter’s admiration for Clarice and their special connection) and ransacking its genuinely romantic, sincerely supportive content to repurpose into manipulation and abuse.

And then the fandom talk about how that was a beautiful dark love story. The same fandom which wanks endlessly about how Hannibal the novel is unacceptable and dangerous and shouldn't be read. Two dudes destroying themselves literally and psychologically, totally fucked up and profoundly unhealthy, that’s fine. That’s Real Art. But when it was a man and a woman who set each other free from the chains of their trauma and willingly chose each other, when it’s a woman who abandons the social status quo with open eyes- that’s problematic and terrible and how dare.

The patheticness of this insanely transparent double standard is the story of every arc where the woman is the active character. She has to be a role model, which means she must be Pure and must submit to and live by the macho conception of power rather than deciding it's bullshit. She cannot escape or live on her own terms. Clarice is the only female protagonist I can name from American pop culture who was fully realised and treated with just as much depth and complexity and without kid gloves as any male character. She’s the only one I can think of who got to have it all. And motherfuckers are of course out here rewriting the entire universe so they can cut up her story and split it between a man and some empty victim stand-ins.

[teamflby]

Me: Hey Ruby losing to Ragna in that DBX was pretty bullshit. Ragna didn’t even get to use any of his actual moves, moves that have leveled cities, and Ruby won with her silver eyes that we know literally nothing about. I’m really upset at how they portrayed the BlazBlue franchise instead of showing them in the light they deserve

Fans: WOW IT’S JUST FOR FUN MAN WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUPER SERIOUS IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT DON’T WATCH IT IF YOU THINK THAT HOW A SERIES AND CHARACTER IS REPRESENTED MATTERS THEN MAYBE YOU’RE JUST INSENSITIVE ABOUT THE SERIES AS A WHOLE

Literally weeks ago: Me: Yeah, good on Hyun’s Dojo for making Ruby lose to Spiderman. She would’ve gotten whopped in any format. Those same people:

[gch1995]

Star Wars Fandom Hypocrisy:

Anakin haters: OMG! George Lucas had Anakin murdering children as Vader because he was told it was “for the greater good” by Sidious, believed the Jedi were traitors, and wanted to save Padme. He can never be forgiven for this!

Also Star Wars Fandom of Anakin Haters: OMG! Obi Wan, Yoda, Mace Windu, and the Jedi Council are totally innocent in the prequels! It was totally not cowardly, fucked up, and subconsciously selfish to be training children as soldiers by teaching them how to use lethal weapons, endangering their lives in combat, dangerous missions, warfare, and separating them from their families. It was all “for the greater good,” and not at all because it was less risky to use children as soldiers than adults as soldiers who would know well enough to question Yoda’s orders and bs!

Look, I get that Anakin murdering kids was very bad, I get that his motives were partially selfish, even if subconsciously after he went off the rails, and I get that the Sith were far worse than the Jedi Order. However, the fact that this fandom acts like Anakin murdering kids is the most unforgivable act in the Star Wars universe when pretty much every other adult character in the prequels he grew up with was also systematically abusing both him and other children, isolating him and other children, neglecting him and other children, endangering the lives of both him and other children, treating them as expendable collateral damage from the time they were children, willing to hand a child over to the Senate to execute for a crime, imprisoning a 10 year old Boba Fett, and using children as combatants “for the greater good” who either got killed directly and/or indirectly in battle and/or on missions “for the greater good,” is the funniest thing to me.

Yeah, Anakin killing the kids was inexcusably awful, but the treatment of him as a child and children by the adults in the world he spent most of his life in “for the greater good” in both the Jedi/Republic and Sith/Empire was generally pretty fucking atrocious! I’m not saying what he did was okay, but the other adults he spent most of his life with treated children no differently from adults in battle, combat, and war, and/or if they were deemed a worthy expenditure or threat to their “greater good.”

It’s just the Jedi apologists and the haters who think Anakin went too far by killing the kids in AOTC and RotS to ever be redeemed, but Yoda’s, Obi Wan’s, the Council’s, and the Jedi adults treatment of them was anything less than atrocious and inexcusable more often than not in the prequels era, never ceases to amaze me…

They didn’t deserve mass murder, but the bar for “better” treatment of children in the overall Jedi Order of adults was still pretty atrociously and inexcusably low in Anakin’s time. Sure, they might not have personally cut the throats of children with their lightsabers themselves (though even that’s doubtful, considering children were getting used as combatants by other armies, too), but the Jedi Order of adults of Anakin’s time were still abusing them, still complicit in many of their casualties, still responsible for abandoning them in war zones “for the greater good,” still responsible for almost having one of them executed, still responsible for imprisoning a child that got pissed off at one of them for decapitating his father right in front of him, still responsible for using children as combatants in battle, still responsible for endangering their lives, but somehow that’s “forgivable” because “they meant well” and “it was for the greater good.”

Like, do they hear themselves?

@tragicfantasy-girl

@yard-3103

@mynameisanakin

@riana-one

@the-chosen-anakin

[fedonciadale]

Stannis isn't considered a villain in the fandom because he hasn't forced performative femininity on Arya . He has also not called her Horseface or how she would have to bow to him when he is crowned . He was also not involved in the death of a relative .... Oops 😬 and will never ever betray his own blood . You better get that right Sansa stans ( By the way , what are you doing on Tumblr ? Shouldn't you be taking your kids to football practice and harrass the poor referee ) whose only narrative importance in the story is to sow discord and guess what even if GRRM contributes chapters to her that doesn't matter.

In order to be classified as an antagonist , the first prerequisite is to be mean to CinderArya and CinderJon. Again Stannis is mean to Jon but atleast he didn't grudge him every bite and make him not belong in Castle Black . If you don't want to be called out for calling Sansa an antagonist then just label her softly as " deliciously grey and morally ambiguous " . But but remember , you can throw a kid out of a window and ppl will write thousand metas about your redemption. You can run down a kid , hack him, make sexually suggestive remarks on a pre pubescent girl and almost rape her but the glorious fandom will come up with tons of excuses of PTSD, sadness, " he never meant it " and apparently that guy is also a true knight and a Dunk figure ( What an insult to people like Brienne, Beric Dondarrion, Jory Cassel). Btw the girl also hates her forced marriage, so she should learn to embrace it and have sex with her husband because one time that man spoke up for her. Atleast Stannis inspite of being in a loveless marriage did his duty in the bed.

We will talk about GRRM's quotes only when it concerns Sansa . List down all the things Grrm said about her and end it with " For the Sansa stans in the back ". But we will never talk about Grrm calling Jaime, Sandor , Tyrion as villains . Where are the whole " Grrm said so " arguments concerning these characters ? Oh Grrm also called Arya a psychopath so now even he is an antagonist for being mean to CinderArya's characterisation.

Hi there!

If that is not Sansabuts and Sansa Antis in a nutshell. Lol!

The hypocrisy of this fandom will never cease to amaze me. I mean I get liking the villains. I like Cersei, I like Jaime, I even have a bit of a soft spot for Stannis who is a disaster. I know they are villains though.

But that in a world where we have a character who hunts people with his dogs, a character who flays his enemies, a character who puts rivals in a soup, a character who kills people at a feast - just to mention a few - the very worst character is supposedly a teenage girl who happened to habitually fight with her younger sister never ceases to baffle me.

It is as if people read all the books and proclaim them grimdark and somehow think that this has to mean that all the brutal acts of vile characters are somehow to be seen ‘in perspective’ or ‘in context’ but it is too much to put a fight between two girls into the perspective of ‘sibling squabbles’.

Thanks!

[blues-valentine]

Why r ppl who dont like d.rklina and point out canon actions by the d.arkling called “antis” yet I have seen so many long post about how bad mal is and how terrible he is too alina. I don’t know why they act mal fans just spread hate when they do the same..

the majority of this fandom operates with hypocrisy, it's apparently anti behavior to point out canon evil things d.arkling has done and his stans pretend it doesn't exist - but the hate they throw at Mal, things that are not even canon in the books, or either resolved by the end of the trilogy - it's just considered "fandom disscusion" and the other "hate". The energy they have to excuse an abuser vs a traumatized teenager never ceases to amaze me.

[mc-critical]

So something that I’ve noticed is a rather popular opinion (at least as far as what I’ve seen) is that Turhan is the most unlikeable or one of the most immoral characters in the series. Would you agree or disagree with this sentiment and why?

I wholeheartedly agree with this statement and it's one of the popular opinions of the fandom that I can get behind without any reservation whatsoever. Turhan is my least favourite sultana of the whole franchise and at no point did I find her likeable or could I ever sympathize with her.

She's vile, nasty and exceptionally ruthless throughout her entire screentime. What turns me off the most about her is her backstabbing nature and hypocrisy - her dynamic with Kösem never had the chance to feel organic because of it, it all seemed like a false charade right from the beginning. She staged a whole massive coup on the castle and influenced Kösem's decision to kill Ibrahim, then she highly and mightily claims, right when she's planning out the coup, that she's not like Kösem and won't kill innocent children when she already, consciously played a part in such a thing. She has a tendency of consistently manipulating the narrative to her favor and advantage.

There are lots of Sultanas that had the possibility to get quite close to the same ruthlessness, most of them are very questionable people and MCK only tripled down on that trend, which fits so much in the own ruthlessness of the time period itself. Look at Gülbahar, in example, she's far from a good person, she's an incredibly toxic and manipulative mother, but I stan her as a character. I stan her, because she's so nuanced and well-written and has a simplistic, down to earth backstory that complements her motivation. Gülbahar could also be very cruel and her dynamic with Kösem also veered in hypocrisy for quite some time, but there were many moments in her writing that outweighed that and at least gave us perspective as to why she's like that. Turhan's on the precise opposite side of the spectrum, because her unsympathetic traits only make themselves stick because of the writing: they're the only thing she has.

One-dimensional characters are far from rare in Magnificent Century and Kösem, but no display was as insulting as what the show did with Turhan. Turhan's offputting traits are the only traits she possesses, they're all she is from her first appearance. Her introduction becomes confusing from the start, because she's simply playing this game without any backstory or explanation. It's obvious she has to survive in this environment and it is an absolute given that she has to get rid of Kösem, her being a clear threat for herself and her son. But the immediacy of it turned out to be flat out hilarious, because of the relationship she managed to effectively build with Kösem. Turhan's hypocrisy and false play is found out by the audience light speedily quickly and it could cease making sense, because of both Turhan's ambiguous, unestablished motivations and Kösem's earlier attitude towards her. I admit that's more of a writing issue than a personal irritant for the character - it would all be a little better if they tried a E80-84 Şah Sultan-esque hypocrisy. That was more subtle, more interesting and we were waiting for it to fully unfold. Şah's motivation was revealed to us slowly, but surely, Turhan's only seemed to exist in a vacuum. Ibrahim's distaste for her also did very little motivation-wise. It was there and it put certain things into context, but it wasn't enough to justify most of her extremely irraneous actions and these still remained unexplained in their overexagerration. Her betrayal was convoluted and I not only knew it would happen, I waited in boredom for it to inevitably happen.

《Thing is, however, this character could've worked so much better, with such foundation alone. Her traits are heinous, but could be interesting if dealt with better. Turhan's character, in theory, works incredibly thematically: the last Sultana of the Sultanate of Women that turns out to merely contrast Hürrem - her being introduced as a ready product of her environment wasn't a bad idea, it makes her stand out and creates a stark contrast with Hürrem's thorough exploration and character development, the in-depth explanation on why she became the way she was, her character going through many stages of evolution. The way this fleshing out of motivations lowered in every Sultana of the SOW until we get to Turhan, when she's ready to act in an instant is a nice touch, in a way. And it's not only this- Turhan's whole character does to an extent present the evolution of the SOW in the franchise with her structure alone - the development of the concept of power: Hürrem gets her power from Süleiman/ Turhan gets it FULLY from herself, without a sultan who loves her, Hürrem had a long way to go to get her power/ Turhan was immediately in power; the way Turhan is the best example of the MC/MCK contrast that is wanting power because of personal motivation/wanting power for the sake of power - Out of all Sultanas from the SOW, Hürrem has the most personal motives involved with her craving power, because of the many attacks against her and her own situation/with Turhan it seemed as if she was powerful without a single detailed reason whatsoever, the first actual display of that extreme; the narrative roles of each member of the SOW: Hürrem is a main protagonist/ Turhan is a final boss; the shift of personalities: Hürrem is overally cheerful and fierce/ Turhan is overally stoic and cold and what best highlights it all, the contrast between the character establishing scenes of Hürrem and Turhan after the culmination of their respective character arcs. Hürrem's monologue in MC's season 2 finale and Turhan's stampede in MCK's show in such a chilling way the thematic difference between both characters and the respective shows: Hürrem has an active monologue throughout the scene, her purpose being in accordance with everyone around (except Mahidevran ofc), it is set in the center stage/ Turhan's look in the balcony is merely a mirror of the situation in the harem, it all happening over the monologue of another character that is Kösem. {I especially love the additional details of the scenes like the color contrast, the soundtracks that seemigly contradict each other and the massive thing that sells it all with people bowing down to Hürrem/lying dead on the floor with Turhan etc., but I'm really starting to detract from the point here.} Turhan's stampede is the only time that excessive ruthlessness so prominent in her character made some sense and wasn't there only for the sake of it and that was hardly sufficient.》

All these thematic details of Turhan's were amazing in intent, but very messy and almost absent in execution, for they barely show their purpose. Instead of these traits being only additional endorsement of the alleged purpose of her character, she's reduced into a one-dimensional caricature with all these traits only, turning her impossible to stand altogether. She is vile, ruthless and cruel, but her hypocrisy makes sure she's devoid of any actual character and personality. By that I mean that there is no moment where she isn't any of these traits, the balance of them is highly lacking in narrative and there is never a moment where she stops and thinks - we never get to see the character to breathe and to flow, not even a single scene. There is always this prominent facade she likes to keep and all her hypocritical, manipulative games, binding it all together. She never gets to have a moment for herself, where we could know her a little better. She always stays in her own unbreakable mask and that only has an antagonistic role or plays as a plot device. These potentially interesting traits, writing-wise, are devoid of substance and mainly that makes her impossible to root for. There have always been asspulls in character writing, there have always been antagonists later reduced to one dimensionality, but nobody, not even Safiye, is as grossly oversimplified like that as Turhan. Her scenes with Mehmed, her supposed most sincere bond, did nothing as well, with her not showing much affection even towards her own child. We only had a slight sign of that when they tried to poison him and even that seemed to focus on the fact that Kösem dared to go that far, not that Turhan was about to lose the one dearest to her. I'll never forget her smug grin when she was looking at the results of her coup (which was in the scene I was referring to when contrasting her to Hürrem). Looking like that at so many people who died because of you, no less, and only focusing on your newly put on thematic ring, not even thinking to check on your child, is something indescribable. This woman lacks conscience and that is very offputtingly utilized by the writers, leaving us with no reason to sympathize with her or think she has any moral scruples whatsoever. Even Dilruba, Halime and Safiye have softer sides that give us a chance to delve deep into their psyche. Turhan was a wasted potential through and through, with even lesser screentime and less chance to even show she's more than a cruel, ruthless sultana.

[And I find that really unfortunate, because historical Turhan seems so fascinating... If the writers gave MCK Turhan more material to work with, and they had a lot of that, in my opinion, she wouldn't be the worst sultana of the whole franchise, both sympathy-wise and writing-wise.]

[zigtheeortega]

unrequited [part 2]

✿ pairing: bryce x mc

✿ word count: 3941

✿ tags: @senatorraines​ ; @nickyvalentinos​ ; @violinet​ ; @messofakind​ ; @roguemal​ ; @adrixnrxines​ ; @t-yril​ ; @bobbysmckenzie​ ; @luckyferrero​ ; @litgpop​ ; @brycelahelas​

✿ author’s note: i didn’t really think i’d be writing a part two, but from the encouragement from my friends, and the initial idea and push from @diamondsless​, i thought i’d write it and dedicate it to her as a birthday gift! happy birthday to one of the sweetest souls in this fandom who never ceases to amaze me with her writing and her acts of kindness. i hope you have an incredible day and that this fic is a pick-me-up, even though it’s angst.

also, thank you to the asexies for reading and giving me ideas and criticisms. y’all are my ride or dies! i love y’all so much. btw, this takes place a couple days after part 1, which you should probably read before this. anyways, i hope you enjoy! (let me know if i should do a part 3)

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Bryce’s words wrapped around her heart like the tendrils of a wild plant, squeezing until the pain in her chest was too much to bear. The vines of his anger and despair snaked up to her throat, clenching her windpipe, silencing her when she saw his face in the hallways of the hospital.

When she got a glimpse of his smile across the cafeteria or in passing in the hall, the ghost of Bryce’s shattered expression clouded her mind, and she flinched every single time.

She caught herself staring at the pads of her fingers too often during the passing days, the vivid memory of the way he deflected from her touch burned into her memory. 

It played on loop, torturing her from the moment she stepped onto the grounds of Edenbrook, to the moment she closed her eyes at night. But even then, she rarely found solace in her dreams, as they usually took no definable form, the indiscernible feelings of desperation and agony gripping her even in the dream realm. 

The roommate group chat exploded throughout her last morning shift of the week, last minute details of an intern-attending party filling her lock screen. Her thoughts had been focused solely on the conversation in the closet, so much so that she lost track of the days following and the party had completely slipped her mind.

The weekend had come before she realized it, a welcome distraction from the ghost of Bryce’s pained expression.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the feeling of seeing Bryce across the room with someone else. He’d strolled into the room, smooth and relaxed as usual, with his arm around a beautiful woman.

She hadn’t expected seeing him with someone else to elicit such a visceral reaction, but it did.

She clenched the solo cup, crumpling the plastic until the sides split, and it took Sienna calling her name to bring her to. The cheap red wine dripped down her arms, staining the forearms of her henley top.

It was her favorite, because it was his favorite.

The wine dripped onto her jeans, blotches of red covering her thighs. Her friends were staring, but Sienna had already jumped into action, gently taking the cup from her hands.

The sudden change of volume had made its way to the doorway, and Bryce locked eyes with her, his dark embers burning through her own.

Sienna guided her towards the hallway to Spencer’s bedroom, the silence between them full of knowing.

Once she was in her room, Sienna hugged her softly. “I’m so sorry, Spence. I had no clue he was bringing her. If I knew, I would’ve warned you.”

“I know. You don’t have to apologize,” she smiled weakly, before hesitating. “Who is she?” Did she even want to know?

“Just some girl he met on Tinder,” she said reassuringly. “They barely know each other.”

Had he rebounded so quickly for his own gratification? Or to make her jealous?

“It’ll be okay,” Sienna smiled warmly, and Spencer mirrored it willingly. Sienna was her sunshine, a consistent ray of light through her worst days.

Sienna waited until she was out of her wine stained clothes before leaving with them, insisting that they were still salvageable.

Spencer slipped on her favorite party outfit from their first housewarming party, the one she wore before she first felt him bucking beneath her within the confines of her bedroom.

If he wanted to play a game, she could play, too.

It was childish, but she had to know if he was truly moving on, or if he had come with a date solely to torture her.

She emerged from her room, heart pounding, purse over her shoulder. They were low on alcohol anyways, and the night had barely begun. She slipped out of the front door undetected, so she’d have time to rehearse what she wanted to say to him on the way to the liquor store down the street.

What could she even say to him that would have any substance? The damage she left was irreversible in her eyes. Even if he forgave her, he’d always remember the times he was her last priority.

It should have taken her a couple of minutes to buy the cheap liquor and chasers, but as she ambled through the aisles, a memory of her and Bryce volunteering to restock the alcohol to keep the party going flitted through her mind.

Behind the rack of red wine, he stole a kiss from her lips, her tinted lip gloss glimmering on the warm bronze of his own. 

“Your lips look like a medal,” she giggled, rubbing her thumb across his bottom lip.

“Hopefully you mean gold because you know I’m not third place material,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her again.

His words haunted her.

It was a premonition, although she thought nothing of it at the time.

She’d done nothing but push him away, making him an afterthought that was saved for the days she was feeling particularly lonely. She couldn’t help but feel guilty for thinking it was normal to fool around with three separate men with zero repercussion.

It was only a matter of time before they became tired with the game she was playing. She never intended to toy with their emotions, but she had wounded each of them in some way.

She twisted the knife each time she shared an intimate moment, kiss, embrace, with either of them, and pretended like it hadn’t happened.

She gripped the large paper bag, and trudged back towards the apartment, the crisp Boston air chilling her exposed skin.

She rounded the corner, bumping straight into Bryce. The bag slipped from her hands, crashing onto the pavement, the bottles of wine, vodka, and tequila spilling across the concrete. It splashed onto her legs, soaking through her jeans and shoes.

“For fucks sake,” she huffed, shaking off the droplets that somehow managed to land on her arms. “I just bought those.”

If she wasn’t so frustrated, she would’ve been a stammering mess. She met his gaze, a grimace contorting his features. He shook his leg, flicking off his alcohol-soaked shoes.

“Sorry, Spence. I thought you might need some help carrying them up, but I guess I made it worse,” he chuckled. “Here, let’s go back, and you show me exactly what you got. I’ll buy.”

“Yeah, I’d hope so. I can’t go back empty handed,” she sighed, reaching down to pick up the brown bag, now dripping maroon, tossing the larger glass pieces into it.

“Hey, don’t pick up the glass. I’d hate to have to patch you up –”

“Why did you follow me out here, Bryce? Really?” She wheeled on him, practically snarling. Her own voice sounded foreign. She’d never spoken to Bryce with that tone before.

His brows furrowed, his friendliness disappearing, replaced with a cold expression that he saved for especially bad days. Bryce Lahela hated virtually no one. She might’ve been the first.

“As soon as I walked in, you bolted. I came out here to check on you.”

“You wanted to come talk to me when you can barely look at me?”

His eyes narrowed to nearly a squint. “I knew you couldn’t keep it from your roomies. Who’d you tell?”

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’ll get to the question. Who’d you tell?”

“I didn’t tell anyone –”

“That’s bullshit, Spencer.”

“They have brains, Bryce,” she said incredulously. “You’ve blatantly been acting differently towards me. You think our friends – who have MDs by the way – are dumb enough to overlook that major detail?”

He pressed a hand over his mouth and dragged down, before gesturing wildly. “I wanted some space! Is that too much to ask?”

“No. It’s not,” she said. “But you can’t expect to treat me differently and expect our friends not to put two and two together. You can’t have the best of both worlds.”

She turned away, speed walking down the empty street, goosebumps raised on her skin, the chilly wind freezing her wet pant legs.

“Whoa, hold on, time out,” he called, jogging alongside her. “You’re telling me that I can’t have the best of both worlds? You’re one to talk.”

“You haven’t even spoken to me since that day,” she said vaguely, ignoring her own hypocrisy.

“Yeah, because I wanted space. I still don’t get why that’s too much to ask of you,” he said, every word tinged with disbelief.

She had no reason to be upset with him. But the guilt and the anger and the jealousy had consumed her. She knew she wasn’t being fair, but she couldn’t help but argue with him.

“Again, It’s not a lot to ask. But why did you go out of your way to bring someone to my home?” She said, staring straight ahead, refusing to watch his face. She was instigating him, but she couldn’t stop herself. 

“I’m seeing someone, and I thought I’d introduce her to my friends. It’s not that hard to understand.”

“Bryce, it’s been four fucking days since you told me you wanted to move on,” she gestured wildly. “I didn’t think you’d move on that fast, much less try to introduce me to her!”

“I get it. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, Bryce, I’m just frustrated!” she cried, stopping abruptly in front of the store.

“Oh so you’re allowed to get frustrated with me because I’m trying to move on, but I’m not allowed to be upset that you’re yelling at me for trying to move on?”

“No, because I know what you’re trying to do here Bryce. You didn’t come here to move on, you came here to try to make me jealous.”

“So you admit that you’re jealous.”

“No, I’m saying you’re trying to make me jealous.”

“Stop putting words in my mouth. That’s not what I came here for, but I’m glad it’s getting under your skin,” Bryce scoffed, rolling his eyes.

They stood in a tense silence, outside of the liquor store, nothing but the sound of the wind whooshing past the corner of the brick wall between them.

“What did you come to this party for then, huh? You wanted to get away from me. You wanted some distance. So you came to my home with… with her –” she spat, pointing a finger into his chest, “– and expected me not to be upset?”

“God, Spencer, do you really only ever think of yourself?” He stomped to the front door of the store, and opened it, angrily gesturing for her to walk in.

“Yeah, maybe bringing her here was a mistake. But I’m trying to move on. You can’t try to hold me back because you can’t decide if you want me or not.”

The wind was knocked out of her, the familiar feeling of a restricted windpipe wrapping around her like a worn sweater. This time, she fought through it.

Bryce trudged to the back of the store, near the tall wine racks – the ones that she could never reach on the top shelf, but he’d always grab it for her and tease her for it.

“You know I’ve thought about you every second since you pulled me into that closet, right? I’ve been wracked with guilt and anger towards myself, and you’re not to blame for that at all,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes, but she willed them away. She didn’t want his sympathy. “I’ve spent every day mulling over every interaction we’ve ever had and I’ve picked apart every single thing I can remember that I’ve said to you.”

“You don’t think I’ve done the same thing, Spencer? I wondered why nothing I’d ever said got your attention. If I made you laugh, did you think twice about it?”

“Yes, I did.” she blinked tears back. “I just didn’t think of you enough. And I’m sorry. I know nothing I can say will take away how deeply I’ve hurt you, but you can’t just try to get back at me so I can feel the same way you did.”

He was dumbfounded. He watched her face, his mouth parted. 

“I know my pain right now is nothing in comparison to what you feel, and I’d never ever try to make this about me. But I’m hurting, and I’m trying to move on, too. You bringing her here isn’t doing me any favors.”

He reached out, grazing the pads of his fingers on her jaw.

She flinched before she even realized it. “I’m sorry Bryce. I don’t think this is a good idea. Your date is waiting back at my apartment, and we need to get back. I wouldn’t want to keep her waiting,” she chuckled weakly, eyes on the ground.

“Spencer… I…”

She turned to the bottles behind her, pretending to browse while she furiously blinked the tears away. She turned back, a smile on her face. “Got the drinks! You can hold them though. I know how much your party god status means to you.”

He watched her, eyebrows knitted together, guilt laced through his features. He was visibly holding back, his inner turmoil plain to see.

They were nearly silent on the way back, the weight of their situation keeping them from their candid nature.

She was used to Bryce wearing his heart on his sleeve, his unshakeable confidence front and center. His familiar grin and spontaneity were stripped down, replaced with an expression she could only describe as uncertain.

They walked back into the packed apartment, a bass boosted song reverberating through the borrowed speakers. Her roommates, the rest of the second years, and the interns greeted them warmly, a few people swarming Bryce and her as they unloaded the bags of alcohol.

People she barely recognized asked her to take shots, and she gladly accepted. Normally, she’d pace herself, but after seeing Bryce return to the woman’s side, she wanted to forget the entire night.

A couple shots of tequila later, Spencer was seated on the couch, giggling uncontrollably at a joke she barely heard.

Sienna scooted closer to her, leaning into her ear to whisper. “Don’t react to what I’m about to say.”

She nodded, concentrating hard on keeping a straight face. “Bryce keeps looking at you from the balcony. He’s barely paid attention to his date since you got back.”

She turned, catching him just as he glanced away from her. He wrapped his arm around his date’s waist, his fingers slipping just enough under her fabric to make her bite her lip…

Spencer’s stomach lurched, and she leapt up from the couch, worsening the nausea. “I’m about to throw up, Sienna,” she slurred, grabbing Sienna’s arm.

She guided her quickly, safely to her bedroom, before holding her hair back as she emptied her stomach, the tequila burning just as bad coming up as it did going down.

She faded in and out of consciousness, barely registering Sienna helping her shower and get in bed. She willed herself to remember her kindness and vowed she’d make it up to her when she sobered up.

She laid in bed, the ceiling spinning, her body floating, as she tried desperately to sleep. But she couldn’t, because she knew that Bryce was fifty feet away. With someone else.

She cuddled up to her pillow, imagining Bryce’s warm torso between her arms instead of the cool, firm memory foam of the pillow. She’d nearly succumbed to sleep before she heard a soft knock on her door.

“Hey, Spence, you good in there?”

“Yeah,” she managed, her heart thundering in her chest, partially because she was caught off guard, and because she wasn’t ready to face him again.

“Can I come in for a sec?”

“Sure.” She blurted without a second thought. When she was drunk her heart had a mind of its own. She knew damn well she wasn’t equipped for another emotionally draining conversation, but her heart was itching to be broken again.

The door creaked open, and he stepped in timidly, looking out of place. Normally, he ambled into a new place, not caring if it was a room full of strangers or his closest friends – his aura of confidence was never shaken.

He was nervous.

She tried to sit up, but plopped back against her pillow, groaning. He crossed the room to her bed, but stopped at the foot of it. “You good?”

“Yeah, I just feel like an idiot for drinking this much,” she said slowly, concentrating on trying not to sound as plastered as she felt.

“You’ve never been able to handle your liquor,” he smiled softly, fondly even.

She shook her head, causing the room to spin a little faster than before. “I’d trade a vital organ to be able to get drunk without the hangover.”

“How vital we talking?” His smile stretched into a grin, and he sat on the bed, resting a hand on the comforter. She couldn’t tell if he purposefully touched her, but the weight of his hand on her ankle grounded her nonetheless, and her vertigo subsided.

“With how shitty I feel right now, I’d trade my heart,” she said, trying to prop herself up on her elbows. Another wave of nausea hit her as soon as it left, and her stomach churned.

She threw the covers back, and tripped out of bed, face planting onto her cold floor. She heard him call out to her, but she couldn’t even decipher the words. She slapped her hand over her mouth, desperately trying to army crawl to the bathroom.

She felt his warm arms around her torso, picking her up gently and carrying her to the toilet. While she gagged uncontrollably, the disgusting sounds echoing off of the porcelain, he laced his fingers into her hair, gathering it into one hand.

“Here, give me that,” he said, pulling the hair tie off of her wrist, before using his fingers to comb through her thick locks, brushing her hair back into a loose ponytail, twisting the tie until it held firm.

After she was done, she wiped her face off, and peered up at him. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Spence.” He searched her face like he was scrutinizing her, so she broke away first, trying to stand up.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her to her feet. Familiarity washed over her, and she cackled when she put the pieces together.

“God, remember when we hooked up in the shower? You fucked me senseless and the steam made my legs so weak that you had to carry me out just like this.”

He tensed around her, but she barely noticed. “I miss that,” she breathed, leaning into his frame.

She was too far gone to think about the consequences of her words.

He tucked her into bed wordlessly, his warm expression gone, replaced with the increasingly frequent dubious one.

“You think you’ll be okay in here?”

“Do you have to get back to your date?”

He hesitated, long enough that Spencer kept talking. “She’s really pretty, you know. Maybe a little out of your league, Lahela. You look hot together, but she’s just so gorgeous –”

“She left. I paid for her cab home.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“The half bottle of tequila in your toilet says otherwise, Spence.”

Silence ensued again, the apartment eerily quiet. “Is everyone gone?” She whispered. She didn’t know why she whispered.

“Yeah. It’s 4 a.m.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, you’ve been in here a while.”

“So have you.”

“What are you getting at?”

“You could’ve left with everyone else. Or with your date. Why’d you come in here?” She asked before thinking. Again.

He turned towards the door, his back to her. He stood in place for a few seconds, frozen, before walking to the door, arm outstretched to grab the knob. “I’ll see you around, Spence –”

“Please, Bryce, wait –” She shot up, reaching for him.

He glanced back at her, refusing to meet her eye.

Her throat burned, alcohol fueling her grief. “I know I’m just talking out of my ass and saying shit that I haven’t carefully thought out. And I know that I’m self aware, but it still doesn’t stop me from embarrassing myself. But I know if I don’t say this right now I’ll probably never have the courage when I’m sober.”

He swivelled around, and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, trying hard to look relaxed, but the tension in his body made him look rigid and uneasy.

She closed her eyes tight, balling her hands up into fists, gripping her sheets. “I know I won’t remember this tomorrow, and I’m not even sure any of this is happening or if this is a hallucination, but I’m gonna word vomit my feelings.

“I think I love you, Bryce.”

She heard his breath hitch, but she squeezed her eyes tighter. She didn’t dare look.

“I’ve spent so much time chasing after guys who pushed me away. Maybe it’s the chase that I liked so much. I don’t know. But being with you was so easy. And comforting. Like a really good book that you’ve read a thousand times. Or your mom’s chicken soup when you’re sick.

“We never talked about it because I was scared I’d have to commit. And that’s so wrong of me. Granted, I thought you were afraid of commitment, too. I put it off forever and just danced between everyone who gave me attention. I didn’t even consider anyone’s feelings but my own.

“But the moments we had together are my favorite memories of my first year in Boston. I wouldn’t trade those for the world. You went out of your way to make me feel better at my lowest points. And that’s more than I can say for who I was giving the most attention to. I was chasing after something unattainable, when you were right in front of me.”

The tears squeezed out of her firmly shut lids, and she wiped them away quickly, quietly sniffling. “I’m so fucking sorry, Bryce. I can’t say it enough. I know I blew it, but I hope you give me a second chance as friends.”

She pulled the comforter up to her face, sobbing quietly into the thick fabric. She took a shaky breath, and laid down, curling up in a ball. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t think I’ll remember this.”

The mix of crying, vomiting, and drinking wore her out so much that she was out before Bryce could curate a response.

Throughout her whole speech, he’d leaned up against the wall, frozen as he listened to her spill her feelings and say everything he wanted to hear. But he’d blown it, too. He’d hurt her so deeply, and he had no idea how to fix it.

Her soft snoring filled the room, and he mentally kicked himself for not saying anything sooner. “I think I love you, too, Spence,” he whispered, before slipping out the door into the night.

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[elegantwoes]

“The eyrie was no home.” Sansa says it herself. If that was where her arc was going, I wouldn’t be upset, but it’s not. Ned was fostered in the vale with a Baratheon, then left to rule winterfell. Now, Sansa is in the vale with that Baratheon’s daughter and will go to rule winterfell. Sansa literally rebuilds winterfell from snow while in the eyrie. It might be the clearest symbolism and foreshadowing in the series.

I would say Sansa’s dynamic with both Mya and Myranda mirror Ned & Robert in some way. Mya because she’s a Baratheon and Myranda because of her open personality (the conversation that Sansa and Myranda had as they descended from the Eyrie is something I imagine young Ned and Robert would have). 

Sansa creating a snow replica Winterfell is the biggest hint to her playing a part in the rebuilding of Winterfell and the North. If any of the other Stark did this, like say Arya building a sand replica out of Winterfell in Braavos, it would have been done deal. Arya would have been declared the future ruler of the North by the entire fandom. However, since it’s done by Sansa suddenly we have to be really sure. The hypocrisy in this fandom never ceases to amaze me. 

[silver-wield]

Let me get this straight, when A's va says she is on that CA train it's evidence for their canonicity but when BOTH C's Jp and Eng vas show support for CT they are somehow wrong? CAs will never cease to amaze me with their hypocrisy.

Double standards, gaslighting, bullying, racism, homophobia, misogyny, virtue-signalling, slut shaming, white washing, lying, delusional...

That's them off the top of my head, so not even a complete list of their group attributes. I'm not a bit surprised they're already using the vas and screaming canon. I literally just said as long as what she said doesn't influence them I don't care, even though I knew it'd happen. When your fandom is full of so many bad people it's better not to encourage them even if it means the nicer ones miss out.

[raveneira]

Things I’ll never understand about this fandom

Sakura hitting Naruto is abusive and bitchy and makes her a terrible person for hitting nice guy Naruto who doesnt deserve it

But Karin hitting Suigetsu just for making her mad is completely fine and nobody bats an eye

Sakura only liking Sasuke because he was cool and handsome makes her love for him shallow

But Karin liking Sasuke for the EXACT SAME REASON is completely overlooked simply because he saved her and she has a tragic backstory

Karin only ever mentions Sasuke’s smile which is a part of his appearance, when she layed dying she thought of wanting to see that face once more, in the databook it said Karin stayed loyal to Sasuke in hopes of seeing his radiant smile again, this fandom loves to claim that she fell inlove with him because he saved her but Karin herself contradicts that very argument with her own words, even in that god awful filler her final request to Sasuke was to smile for her, not be happy like some people claim is what she wanted, just smile for her like that one time referring back to the chunin exams, but nobody cares about that and instead try to twist it into something more than it actually was, a shallow crush

Sakura not knowing or understanding Sasuke is such a big deal and why they shouldnt be together

But Karin knew nothing about Sasuke either as their encounter didnt even last a minute yet we’re supposed to believe she fell inlove with him and stayed inlove with him for 3 years just from that ONE encounter? he didnt even acknowledge her, just what scroll she had and then left when he saw it wasnt the one he needed, he made no attempt to check on her or ask if she was ok, yet we’re supposed to believe that this was enough for Karin to fall inlove with him and stay inlove with him for as long as she did, according to this fandom that makes perfect sense, but Sakura who actually was on a team with him and spent several months with him? totally shallow and no legitimate reason to have stayed inlove with him as long as she did

Everyone loves to ask WHY does Sakura love Sasuke

But nobody asks WHY Karin loves Sasuke, WHY Lee loves Sakura, the only one who needs a reason for their feelings to be legitimate is Sakura

Sakura lying to Naruto about being inlove with him is bad and makes her a total bitch for toying with his emotions like that

But Naruto transforming into Sasuke to trick Sakura into kissing him and also manipulate her into hating Sasuke by making him seem like a bad person so that he can have a shot at her is totally fine

Sakura ‘making fun’ of Naruto being an orphan is horrible and a bitch thing for her to do

But Ino mocking Sakura’s forehead, her biggest insecurity which Ino is more than aware of is totally fine

Sakura breaking off her friendship with Ino over a guy is terrible and shes a bad friend for that

But Ino allowing their friendship to fall apart over a guy is fine, Ino not fighting for her friendship with Sakura instead of letting a guy come between them is fine, Ino being a bitch to Sakura now is fine, Ino making no attempt to salvage their relationship at all and just going along with the whole thing is fine, Naruto fought tooth and nail for his and Sasukes friendship regardless of his feelings for Sakura he continued to pursue Sasuke for his own reasons, Ino didnt fight for their friendship in the slightest and let it fall apart but thats just fine, the responsibility is all Sakuras

Sakura covering up the Taka photo was horrible and a bitchy thing to do after all Karin did for them

But Sasuke not mentioning Karin or Taka to Sarada at all is completely overlooked, its Sakuras responsibility to tell Sarada about Sasukes former criminal teammates that she barely knows anything about to begin with, its not Sasukes place to explain this part of his past to Sarada its Sakuras, everything is Sakuras responsibility

Sakura not telling Sarada anything about Karin or Taka is bad

But Hinata not telling Boruto and Himawari about Jiraiya, Kiba, Shino, Sasuke is completely fine

Sakura is bad for being a housewife

But Hinata is literally the only one of her generation who is still a chunin and the only thing we see Hinata doing throughout Boruto is cooking and cleaning the house, and no Himawari is not an excuse because Boruto was literally her age running around the village with his friends just fine, and the old gen running around even younger, Himawari is well old enough to not need 24/7 Hinata supervision so that is no excuse, but its fine for Hinata to be a housewife and just cook and clean house but Sakura? how dare she do the dishes and clean the house

Sakura falling to her knees yelling for Naruto in the Pain arc was weak and pathetic

But Hinata tripping and asking Neji, her now-dead cousin to watch over Naruto, who she failed to get to by tripping on a rock

Sakura going up against Madara alone and getting stabbed was stupid and foolish and ha what a weak bitch

But Hinata going up against Pain alone and getting one-shotted was heroic and atleast she tried

Sakura going up against Gaara and being defeated easily is being stupid and useless

But Hinata going up against Momoshiki and being defeated easily is seen as brave and heroic wanting to save her husband

Sakura being flat-chested is a running joke within the fandom and anime as Sakura being less attractive than the other females with bigger breasts

But for some odd reason, Karin doesnt get this same mockery even though she is much flatter than Sakura is, yet no one says a thing, not to mention a flat ass too, but again crickets

Sakura was a bitch to Naruto for no reason even though he was nothing but nice to her and supported her

But Karin was a bitch to Suigetsu even though all he did was poke fun at her and never laid a hand on her Karin was a bitch to him just for speaking the truth, but thats completely fine

Finally, Sakura is stupid and shouldnt have been with Sasuke after he treated her like shit and tried to kill her and rejected her, shes a bad character for being obsessed with Sasuke after all he did to her

But Naruto can chase Sasuke tirelessly despite being told to leave him alone, Sasuke attempts to kill him multiple times, Sasuke rejects his friendship and calls them his ex-team, calls Naruto an outsider, outright asks Naruto why hes so obsessed with him, rejects Narutos friendship again and still threatens to destroy the entire village and kill him, completely fine and true friendship and true love, all of that is completely acceptable and forgivable, but Sakura? downright blasphemy

I could go on but I think I made my point, this fandoms hypocrisy never cease to amaze me