#to be clear: oh I hate defending the US online. fuck the US. but also take that enormous police baton out of your puckered up assholes plea
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sometimes I see vids of US highschools find their way to twitter and Europeans are like "you dress like this in public/to school??𤢠have some pride" and look there's a lot of things u can shame the US for but kids dressing comfy is not one of them lmao. because its giving jealous. how are you not jealous. I think you're jealous. "uniforms should be mandatory" it's socially acceptable to show up to school in sweatpants and slides and bonnets and you want us to change that to fuckin. mandatory khakis??? and you think that'd make kids happier??? whatever you say pal....
#senior year I dressed exclusively in sweatshirts tees and my baggy pants and I swear to GOD if I had#the extra burden of a fucking UNIFORM on top of everything it'd be the last straw...#I could also get into how ableist and classist and racist and transphobic the implementation of uniforms can#be but thats not as funny as dunking on random kids on twitter so I wont#to be clear: oh I hate defending the US online. fuck the US. but also take that enormous police baton out of your puckered up assholes plea
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oh come on nat, itâs known taylor is petty and vindictive when she wants to be. thatâs one of her core character flaws even if we love her. yes, grown people should know better and shouldnât have to have taylor tell them off to realize theyâre psychos, but at this point what she does doesnât exist in a vacuum away from Swiftiesâ behaviour. even if she didnât intend to fuel the theories with the playlists, sheâs said nothing to disabuse fans of the notion that theyâre defending her by doing the absolute most with her exes. If sheâs online enough to respond to this theory in the first place, sheâll know about the abuse directed at Joe. Regardless of whatever feelings she may have towards him as an ex, I wouldnât want that on my conscience. She more than anyone knows what itâs like to be on the receiving end of that online abuse when you feel like thereâs a power imbalance. Putting some of the songs she did on the playlist are deliberately provocative. Theyâre not songs from other artists that influenced her when she was writing the album, theyâre not new song previews from the album, and it seems like sheâs only responding to fan theories so itâs not as if the album content is related to these playlists anyway. These playlists tell us nothing about the album in reality. Just seems like a cheap way to fan the flames of speculation and hate directed at Joe.
⌠and Joe can cuss her out in his head all the way to the bank (I looked again and exile is also on one so u basically canât go to a lil playlist without joe making some money) where he can withdraw a couple hundred quid at the ATM, turn around and go to the bottle store, invite some mates round, and fucking call her a right Royal cunt as weâre all entitled to call our exes lol.
I mean like⌠what do u want Taylor to do? Say âmy ex, who I broke up with, is an amazing dude overall - just kinda a crappy bf towards the end - and ergo undeserving of all this hatred, leave him beâ? Do you actually genuinely believe thatâll matter? Has it ever mattered to stans when celebs ask fans to chill tf out? Have Selenators and Beliebers ever learned to chill, even after being told to? Are we gonna pretend Swifties and Bey Hive members donât regularly beef in really ugly ways even tho Bey and Taylor have made it abundantly clear they admire one another and are friendly? Like idk the internetâs a weird and often ugly place lol. If you donât like that, be less online.
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Oh no I do understand fitting the "technical" definition, though as someone who has seen one too many people who I've seen as rational and "neutral" shippers start interacting with more open proshippers suddenly do things like: Defending lolicon in servers to young teens were venting about feeling sexualized by such media, claiming that there's nothing wrong with real life incest, sending NSFW audios, fics, etc. of minors' F/Os to them and generally acting overly suggestive when giving them imagines, validation, etc... Believe me, I've seen it all firsthand, and even almost went down the road myself, and I firmly believe no matter how anti-harrassment you are the open proship side of Tumblr is no good of a place to stay in. I've been silently keeping up with ship discourse for a while now and what I've been seeing has only been getting worse, and progressively more toxic; Even if proshipping was originally built on anti-harrassment, I guess that doesn't mean anything to the ones who have been occasionally sending me anon hate for not associating with them anymore. Not to mention, to people who do know these things associating with proshipping or using any dogwhistles is a major red flag, so unfortunately that leaves a lot of people with nowhere else to turn, and that's how they're dragged down a rabbit hole. That's honestly why I simply call myself an anti even if I prefer to let sleeping dogs lie.
To get to the point, no matter the original definitions of pro and antiship, we're at the point where it's more akin to "likes immoral pairings or maybe worse" and "is against immoral pairings and actions." It's a very slippery slope and I don't want to see a mutual who brightens my day go down it the same way many of my old ones did. I know it may not mean much from someone who is too introverted to come off anon, but I do care for the safety and wellbeing of the silly little people I interact with online and I did not want to hesitate on bringing to your attention something that I fear could be a threat to that.
With all that said, I do hope you can get something useful from this message. Have a great day/night/week/anything! đđ
I apologize sincerely for your past experiences, though my own are that antiproshippers sent me actual real child porn and compared an adult in anime who was canonically mature on top of "oh yeah she's 30" (not literally I don't think) and a character who was about the same age to actual real child porn
this was not the first nor last experience I had with an antiproshipper during my childhood, showing me such things to try to scare me away from proshipper spaces, and when I went to proshippers as a scared 12 year old kid who had no idea what was going on? they were like "oh fuck you're a kid uh Block Them" and never did I even hear a dick joke using the actual word dick in it.
I appreciate your concern, dearly, but it is very clear to me that liking a very gross ship doesn't make you evil or deserving of literally existing, and for the dozens of proshippers who protected me against actual predators online I will die on this hill
none of this is to disrespect your experience, if that is the hill you will die on I will not be the one to kill you, you are my moot and I love you (platonically, probably) and I promise you, if I knew the proshippers who sent you hate for just Not Liking That I would kill them personally
and never feel bad for being afraid, my friend, I promise you I would never attack unless you were truly harming others, even then I would try to reason with you first.
(also if a proshipper says anything about IRL incest/pedophilia/zoophilia being okay they're not a proshipper they're a predator and likely hiding behind the proship banner, ESP if talking to a minor)
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i always like to read your opinions so what you think about shelby x toni, we can see very clear that writers used every fucking romantic trope with them, and they are THE romantic couple, but when you think their feelings change or start? you think both were sexually attracted since minute 1? that despite allthat "hate" toni feel one of the reasons was because she cant handle to be attracted to a girl like shelby who is all the opposite of her? can not wait to see how their rel grows in s2.
Aw, thank you! Um, hmm. Iâm actually so bad at these because, as Iâve said, after so many years of seeing subtext where it wasnât written, I always underestimate when it canonically is there (and not wishful thinking) until itâs completely unavoidable. So normally Iâd be like, oh, ep 7, but tbh, the way it was written...well, hmm.
First, itâs so different, right, from m/f crushes when your very approach to a dynamic is always knowing the possibilityâs there (even when it turns out not to be, heh). So I think for Toni, an appreciation for Shelbyâs objective hotness (because...come on) was completely drowned out by her dislike of what she saw Shelby as, as you said, a girl like that, and then that was just exacerbated by her jealousy over Martha. Anything more was never on the cards for her so she didnât have to think deeper on it. And yeah, people can crush on their straight friends and popular kids and celebrities but thatâs pretty different from a random stranger youâve literally just met. I do think youâre not wrong, in that one of the things Toni resented Shelby for was that she found her so attractive, but at that point, thatâd have been minor compared to her overall resentment.
For Shelby, despite her own conflicted feelings about sexuality and religion, the possibility was there from the start. She harbored no dislike of what Toni represented, and in fact, her resentment or jealousy would have been of Toniâs freedom and bravery, so she was freer to just...like her. She was of course irritated by Toniâs attitude once it manifested so aggressively against her but I think she was still curious and intrigued and the kind of person who, attraction or not, would have still wanted to win her over. A people-pleaser, compared to Toniâs very defensive hurt-people-before-they-hurt-you vibe.
And then as the days went on and Shelby kept on being so upbeat, I think Toni was impressed but it also made her angrier? As if it just confirmed everything she was thinking. But you know, itâs interesting, we all--me included--have talked and joked about the change in Toniâs attitude once the kiss happened, but rewatching, it was actually a little before, no? Like we were saying, Toni thought of Shelby more as an idea, the kind of person she seemed like, this privileged religious pretty Southern girl, who could afford to be positive about everything because why not, everything went her way. But when Leah publicly accused Shelby of being a mole, after days of Shelby silently sucking up not just Toniâs ire but everyoneâs, because of the homophobia, Shelby pretty understandably snapped and then left with that parting remark directly at Toni, you could see the shock and shame and concern:
Itâs like...you know how you could vent at parents or maybe other adults or people online because you thought it didnât really affect them and then once they reacted, not in anger but in hurt, it was like, oh shit, theyâre an actual person? I feel like this is that moment for Toni. Where she realizes that, fine, as justified as her reaction about the homophobia may have been, sheâs been hating on Shelby for a while for a bunch of things that arenât her fault.Â
And then you can see, when she goes off to collect wood, Iâm not even entirely surely itâs a coincidence that she finds Shelby, but sheâs a lot nicer then than at any point before, making her own overtures and small talk. Enough for Shelby to reach out about the homophobia which Toni of course still firmly shut down, but not nearly as angrily as she might have on any other day. Seeing Shelby like that probably made her easier for a person like Toni to actually like, it changed the perceived perfection, that she had it all put together and felt nothing negative about herself. Toni was just so angry at all the various injustices committed against her and people like her, that a bit childishly, she was like, if youâre not outwardly suffering, you must have none of your own and are thus are someone who perpetuates them. And that mindset started to fall apart, more so when Shelby kissed her and she realized even the homophobia issue was soooo much more complex than sheâd been thinking.
And of course her relatively mellow mood made Shelby all that much more talkative, rush to explain and defend herself. I think the arcs they went through, the pacing and how much they individually grew, and their place in the the plot, it was pretty perfect, that it had to culminate in that argument and desperate kiss in ep 7. I really like how the show handled them for the whole season and for sure, if they can continue to write for the characters as they have, Iâm pretty excited to see what theyâll do in s2.
#took me a while to answer but I was thinking!#haven't completely given up this fandom for the expanse yet#but man the half-life of my fandoms seems to just be shrinking and shrinking#it's not even been a week since the wilds came out#replies#femslash related stuff#sent on 20201213#Anonymous#the wilds spoilers#the wilds 1x07#the wilds#shoni#toni shalifoe#shelby goodkind
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can we get a sequel to the lonely road? maybe the reader deletes their Twitter account and the haters are tweeting how weak they are and such and gee steps in on Twitter and all his socials talking about it and how happy he is and that everyone putting the reader down wasn't truly a fan because they weren't respecting her and how happy she made him? just gee stepping in and defending the reader
The Lonely Road Part 2 - Home Again
Pairing: Gerard Way x Female ReaderRating: Teen (for online bullying)Requested By: Three separate anonsWord Count: ~1,500Authorâs Note: Holy smokes guys! Three separate anons all looking for part two of this story?! That make me feel so good as a writer! And the best part is that everyone seemed to have the same idea I did, as I had basically pulled that part out of part one to keep it from getting too long and rambling. Kinda like this note is getting. Ok on to the story!
Gerard flew back to LA later that day and your tour continued on. The next few stops were much better, thanks in part to the refreshing visit with Gerard and a day off that everyone sorely needed, but also Christine getting much more stern with the interviewers about the questions they would be asking.Â
Having removed the Twitter app from your phone was proving to be incredibly helpful for your mental health, however it wasnât silencing the constant stream criticism and hate from Gerardâs so-called fans. The longer you maintained your silence, the more vicious the tweets became.
I hope @(YFN)(YLN) bus crashes
Hey @mikeyway is (YN) as aweful as she seems?
can we just cancel her fo existing? #(YN)iscancelledparty
A couple weeks later, the tour was over and you were rolling back into LA. Christine drove you home and debriefed you on what you would be doing in the coming weeks, but most importantly you had a few days off. All you could think of was getting home and meeting up with Gerard, but when you finally arrived, a familiar car was already waiting in the driveway.
âGee!â You squealed, jumping out of the passenger seat as soon as the car had stopped moving. You ran up to him and jumped in his arms as he spun you both around. âUgh the last two weeks were the longest yet!â
âI know, I missed you so much,â he said, setting you back down before planting a big kiss on you.Â
You werenât aware of how long you had been lost in Gerardâs kiss until you heard Christine clearing her throat behind you.
âSorry to interrupt this lovely reunion, you two really are the cutest I swear, but (YN) you wanna get your dirty laundry out the back seat of my car?â Christine asked snidely.
You pulled back and rolled your eyes as you went to retrieve your things.
âThanks again for coordinating everything so I could come out and see (YN),â you heard Gerard say to Christine.Â
âHappy to help. Iâll get outta here so Iâm not interrupting any further,â she said with a wave. âOh and donât forget (YN), meeting on Tuesday at 11 AM.â
âGot it,â you said, waving her off as Gerard helped to carry your bags inside the house. âUgh, finally itâs just you and me again,â you said, draping your arms over Gerardâs shoulders as he put his hands on your waist, kissing you sweetly.
âMy favorite place to be,â he smiled. âWhat do you wanna do first?â
âHonestly? Iâm starving, can we order some lunch? And then eat it in bed? And just stay in bed for like the rest of the day?â
âThat sounds great,â Gerard laughed.
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The next morning Gerard invited you to go along with him to the studio to sit in on My Chemâs recording session.
â(YN)! How was touring?â Ray greeted you with a warm hug.
"Ugh, it was a real learning opportunity,â you laughed and rolled your eyes.
âGee told us you were having some trouble with the internet. Thatâs why I just stay away from it,â Ray shrugged.
âYou probably got the right idea,â you replied as Mikey and Frank walked in.
âHey (YN), welcome back,â Mikey said, exchanging a look with Frank.
âYea⌠what was that about?â You replied, narrowing your eyes as you lookied between the two of them.
âNothin,â Frank replied. âI gotta get in there and get this riff recorded before I lose it,â he said, hurrying into the recording booth. Ray turned his attention to talking to the producer about what Frank was doing, leaving you with the brothers.
âMikey, what was that look you gave Frank?â Gerard pressed.
âYea, spill it,â you chimed in.
Mikey sighed. âI went on twitter for the first time in a while and there were all these messages directed at me asking why you werenât on there, if you were too scared and weak to face the fans, if I liked you dating Gee, if Gee was happy, asking me to break you guys up so Gee and Frank can be together,â he said rolling his eyes.
âFor fucks sake,â Gerard muttered, running his hand through his hair.
âDid you reply?â You asked, your voice barely coming out as a squeak. You were so sick of this response when your music career was just barely taking off. What if you achieved the level of success you once dreamed of, what would the criticism be like then? And what if Gerard got sick of dealing with you and the drama that seemed to follow you at every turn.
âNah, Iâm not gonna dignify that shit with a response. But for the record, I love you and Gee together,â he smiled reassuringly.
âWell Iâve fucking had it,â Gerard snapped as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked.
âShutting this down. These people claim to be fans, but canât show a shred of respect to you, me, Mikey, Frank, Jamia, any of us. It ends today.â
You glanced at Mikey, who shrugged and joined Ray listening to Frank play. Gerard quickly slipped deep into thought as he typed furiously at his phone. You turned your attention to Frankâs playing as well until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
âWanna go for a walk?â Gerard asked.
âSure,â you replied with a smile as you got up and followed him out of the studio. It was a warm, sunny day, perfect for being outside instead of cooped up in a soundproof, windowless room. Gerardâs hand found yours as you wandered down the street, eventually stopping at a small cafe with big planters of bright flowers surrounding their outdoor seating area.
âThis place is so cute,â you commented between sips of your iced coffee when you found a table.
Gerard nodded in agreement, before sliding his chair closer to yours. âI wanna get a photo,â he said, holding up his phone as he leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek and you laughed with delight. Before you knew it, you and Gerard were practically having a full-on photo shoot, taking photos on your phones of each other, and both of you together. You were laughing and having a wonderful time until two people in business attire shot you a withering glance as they sat down at one of the other tables to begin their meeting.
As Gerardâs laughter died down, he started scrolling through the photos. âThis is the one,â he said.
âWhat?â You asked, looking up from your own collection of photos.
âOne sec,â he said, concentrating on his phone for a moment. âOk, umm, so I want you to read this caption before I post it on instagram. Youâre the most important person in the world to me and I love you. Iâm so sick of how youâre being treated online, so I hope this shuts it down.â
When you took his phone, you looked at the photo he had selected and edited a little. You were laughing, holding your coffee, the bright flowers behind you providing the perfect backdrop as the sun shone down, but your heart pounded in your chest as you scrolled down and began to read:
It frustrates me that I even have to write this, but itâs overdue. For weeks and months now, Iâve tried to ignore the near constant barrage of hate and vitriol being spewed toward someone who is so important to me. Iâve said before that (YN) brings so much happiness and love to my life, sheâs someone that Iâll be with forever if Iâm lucky.Â
But when every day I have to see and hear that people are questioning how much joy she brings me, saying vile things to and about her, it makes me sick. No one deserves that. And the fact that itâs being done in the name of supposedly protecting me is unacceptable. Disrespect is unacceptable and thatâs not what being a fan is.Â
To everyone who has shown (YN) love and support with her new album, or at the very least treated her respectfully, thank you. I appreciate it so much.
To my love (YN), I am so sorry that I didnât do this sooner. Youâre the most talented, beautiful, thoughtful, loving woman Iâve ever met. Never let them steal what makes you wonderful. Iâm here for you always.
You glanced up at Gerard, your eyes welling up with tears. âThank you,â you said softly.
âI mean it, Iâm so sorry I didnât step in sooner. I thought if we ignored it, theyâd shut up and go away, not get worse.â
âItâs ok, there was no way of knowing,â you shrugged. âMaybe this will get someone to think twice. And I think weâll all be better off if we take a break from Twitter. Thatâs where the worst of it seems to be.â
âYouâre right,â Gerard nodded. âIÂ really love you (YN),â he said with a gentle smile.
âI love you too. And thank you for everything you do for me,â you said as you leaned in and sweetly placed a kiss against his lips.
#Anon#gerard way x reader#gerard way fan fic#gerard way fan fiction#gerard way imagine#my chemical romance fan fic#my chemical romance fan fiction
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Long post ahead, but I need to address this so I can move on.
Over ten years ago, I was really into atheism and debating theology on an atheist forum, and became popular as their first female member and eventually rose to moderator then administrator, setting up a lot of rules that they still have up posted in my username. I always find that funny.
I felt like I had met a great group of people with leftist politics and all that. I felt special because I was basically their token female until the forum gained more popularity. And then the owner added a kudos system to rate someoneâs popularity and I was given many kudos for being able to argue against religion, mostly Christianity, so well and I even met up with the owner at Dragon*con one year.
Then a thread got into the topic of sexual objectification and this spiraled into an unpleasant discussion about rape culture. The same men I thought who appreciated what I had to say just didnât listen anymore and I was viewed as being ridiculous. One was so offended he started putting typical MRA jokes in his signature. Also the guy I met decided he was now libertarian and whole heartedly believed regulation caused the 08â crash. :/ I remember another guy on Facebook from my local atheist group agreeing with those men when I brought it up; and then said âoh come on, Iâm an atheist, you know Iâm not sexist!â
I was now facing the fact that this group of people I had enjoyed spending my time with online for about two years might praise me now, but when I would tread into territory that could make men face how they treat women, I was shut down and told a woman in a mini skirt is Just like a rich man with a visible wad of $100s in his back pocket. I was quickly understanding for the first time why there arenât more women and POC in these ânew atheistâ groups. They thought their lack of religion immunized them because they blamed religion for racism and sexism. Conveniently ignoring they also believe religion was created by men and thus promoting their already established views of women and other races. Funny that.
At the same time (we had a few women on board but they were avoiding that conversation) a woman joined and spoke up. They ripped into her. I had the comfy cushion of my status, she had none. She was given all the negative kudos and when I talked to her privately I found out she was also a survivor.
I was facing so many arguments I knew were wrong but couldnât fully articulate. Thatâs when I discovered what rape culture, as well as the Just world theory. Thatâs when I changed from becoming a feminist in label to a feminist in deeds and thoughts. I learned the responses to their arguments and then I learned I also donât want to waste another minute on these men. I posted my goodbye explaining their responses have caused a lack of trust I can never get past because they refuse to even see how their so-called reason left the room when they started dealing with sexism.
The only man who defended me was the lone Christian who for some reason liked hanging out there. There was also a trans women there, she was very happy to agree with the menâs victim blaming and I never understood that. But it also taught me you canât expect to know someoneâs full politics just because you happen to agree or disagree on the issue of god, or really on anything.
I learned that belonging to a group of people on the surface doesnât mean weâre all lock-step in ageeememt over every issue. I learned I canât trust anyone who treats relationships and sex as something they deserve and not something you enter with mutual respect for boundaries. Iâm not denying it hurts to be rejected and people can be rejected on prejudicial biases, but itâs still a situation that requires mutual consent and you canât force that on people by calling them bigots. Shaming a woman into having sex with you because otherwise youâll call her out, is essentially forced consent which is rape. I canât say it plainer than that.
My consistent insistence that a womanâs boundaries are to be respected, that our sex lives are not political statements to be commented on, and that lesbians owe no one anything has ruffled a lot of feathers.âA lot of people donât like that. I have seen this from MRAâs to variois online factions of bisexual and trans people (And to be very clear, not all, I donât like painting a group with one brush) acting like lesbians not sleeping with them is an act of cruelty, a prejudice that must be corrected. In other words, âhow dare you not let me get off this is a violation of my civil rights! Lesbians must be so privileged for dating other lesbians!â Itâs really fucked up and everywhere on this site. And no, trying to dress it up in woke language like âyou should really examine why you donât like penisesâ isnât better. Rather it betrays an obsession with getting penises into lesbians. Not all trans women have one, but thatâs too pesky a detail when youâre obsessed with getting dick into a lesbian. And trust me as a lesbian, this is an obsession many people have.
I am seeing the same things that played out before playing out time and again in online spaces, where thereâs little cost to being an asshole. People decided an issue is pivotal to their identity or whatever, and do everything they can to âotherâ people who donât agree. They use their online social capital to try to shame people. They knowingly post call outs to attack decent people they just donât agree with. If they canât chase someone off the platform theyâll make it hell for that person if as much as they can. And they will resort to nasty sexist slurs because to these people nothing is worse than woman with a mind of her own. Iâm no longer 25, I donât seek the approval I used to, I can deal with online anxieties by not engaging. I know to block people and turn off anon. It hurts to be targeted for sure, but ten years later people trying to slander me online is more like water to a duck. But Iâm not everyone and ten years ago this kind of online drama could be a suicide inducing event. But they donât care.
Iâm gonna let you in on a secret, the majority of political disagreements are not worth burning down the house and destroying every relationship over. Not only will you have no true friends, you will never challenge your beliefs, your beliefs will stagnate and you will never grow, never learn.
People might read this and assume that because I donât think sex with a lesbian is a civil right that I must hate trans women. I donât, thatâs not who I am. I know what itâs like to question my gender, I suffer from mild disphoria. I canât imagine what severe dysphoria is like and I donât presume to assume what is right for everyone suffering from this. It is terrible, and no one deserves to be treated like shit for it. But that also doesnât give some people (I emphasize, this is not every trans personâs doing) the right to attack women for talking about sexism, their vagina, pregnancy, or being a lesbian. I couldnât give a rats ass if a lesbian and trans women get together, I have no right to judge or police that, but itâs okay to police lesbians? Thatâs fucked up, and letâs not pretend the same standard is applied to gay men, because it 100% is not.
Everyone, no matter the gender, is susceptible to sexism. Calling that out is not me saying I hate trans women, or I want to fight against trans advocacy or anything like that. I just want to talk about sexism and how it affects me as a female lesbian woman. No matter how hard you try, you canât ID your way out of sexism, just like I, as a white person, cannot ID myself out of the racial bias I was taught from birth. These things are no different to me and has no bearing on me respecting pronouns and promoting issues of trans disability on this blog.
This one issue has painted me as a TERF, when my radical feminism (which Iâve never 100% agree with, one example is bathrooms, just let people pee! When people start monitoring bathrooms I get questioned because Iâm GNC) has never been about misgendering and denying the painful realities of dysphoria. I believe and trust we can better understand transmisogyny when we better understand traditional misogyny. If one gender wasnât so overwhelmingly oppressed I canât imagine people would have such a knee jerk hateful reaction to trans people. I might think male socialization is a thing, but unlike other people, I donât attack trans women for our disagreement on this one point. Iâll never make a call out post because I couldnât make a trans women say what I wanted. I will never ever call anyone a slur either, while Iâve been called a bitch and cunt.
This blog is about disability. All I care about is promoting disability justice, information, and social support. I will always be open to discussing disability as it effects any minority group: POC, female, poor, trans, gay, etc... Iâm more than happy to reblog posts regarding trans disability especially with regards to HRT or surgery can effect that. This blog will never be about attacking people and trying to tear them down. I might disagree with people but I wonât try smear someoneâs reputation because of it. In recent years I have striven to disagree with people without resorting to insults and assumptions. Iâm not perfect but I try.
I have talked before how there are zealous aspects to all groups. You wonât have me denying that radfems can be just as nasty. I condemn any radfem who has treated anyone the way Iâm being treated right now. I personally donât believe that because one trans women did something wrong that itâs okay to misgender all trans women. I am not like that. Iâm not so bitter and hateful that I canât separate one group of assholes from a minority group.
Iâve always been about being the better person, not for the people you hate but for yourself. Holding on to all this hate and negativity, attacking women for daring to state their mind, encouraging people to attack that person, that must be aweful. I canât, and I wonât be like that. My own mental health couldnât take it when I did participate in some of these behaviors on my early tumblr experience. Then I realized it was tearing me apart, and that the person on the other end is a human too. I donât have to like them, but I can respect they have feelings and a world view that wasnât built just to attack me.
Whether or not you agree with me on a lesbianâs right to bodily autonomy, does that really warrant a response meant to tear a disabled woman down? Are the only people entitled to their own opinions the ones that agree with you?
This matter truly is about sexism whether you believe it or not. I do not actively discuss trans issues on any of my blog. I was targeted for guilt by association (because I canât follow people I donât 100% agree with I guess) on main and when asked I said I got nothing against trans women I do have problems with rhetoric that treats sex with a lesbian as a civil right. I was then called out. That is exactly what happened and why I had to shut down questioning and take a break.
This post is to let you all know, Iâm back, Iâm okay, and this blog will continue with its mission to support disabled people. If you think a disabled women like me who only ever wants to help others, deserves this, then please unfollow. I donât care how many people follow, I care that the people who do, want to follow me. If youâre a trans woman uncertain if you can bring an issue to me, of course you can. Iâm not here to judge anyone, Iâm here to give whatever disability advice and support that I can.
So yeah if you canât understand that disagreements donât warrant tearing down a person, especially someone who is disabled and has mentioned suicide attempts, then I canât help you and the unfollow button is right there. If you do or donât agree with me but think it was fucked up to get called out for, welcome. This blog will return to disability issues and this is the last Iâll be addressing this issue. Iâm just going to delete and block people who think calling a disabled woman a cunt is top notch activism. You will not ruin what Iâve built here. You will not cower me. This bitch has been through too much to let anonymous trolls take me down.
Much love to all those who have supported me, it has meant a lot. đ
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for the ask thingy 1) fandom: futurama? (i recently watched the first episode bc i faintly remember u talking abt it - should i keep watching?) but if u dont wanna get into it or my mind was playing tricks on me we can always go for the classic lost :D 2) ship: kateclaire? i miss the GIRLS 3) character: daniel faraday (disclaimer as always u dont have to do all u can pick n choose :D)
thank you thank you thank you!
also i ADORE futurama, itâs one of my fave cartoons, yes keep watching! itâs so funny, i love the characters, it has great (and silly) sci fi concepts, and happens to have just really great tear inducing episodes/moments. so yes!! watch it!!
not just you, everybody, please watch futurama
annnnyways
Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:
Futurama
Favorite character: Fry. Bender is without a doubt the funniest character but Fry is my fave. Heâs so endearingly stupid and I love how nice he is. He could have been the bland straight man protag for wackier personalities to play off but heâs a huge goofus. And heâs a trekkie! And neurodivergent! And pansexual! Heâs a good boy, love that Fry
Least Favorite character: Iâve never really thought about it, like as far as I recall, I donât remember anybody showing up and Iâm like âoh geez this guyâ. Oh wait. Fryâs ex girlfriend Michelle is a bitch but sheâs meant to be. But like, sheâs not even a funny bitch. Like Mom or Zapp.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Fry/Leela (this is a ship Iâve had since i was a kid, an original flavour OTP right there, I loooove Fry/Leela), Fry/Bender, Fry/Leela/Bender, Amy/Kif, Bender/Amy
Character I find most attractive: Leela. Even when I was a kid I found her attractive. Hot + the Matt Groening style doesnât normally go together very well (even heâs admitted this) but it just works with Leela. Amy is cute too! And Fry is cute but thatâs mainly his personality (and fan-art) doing that. I also happen to enjoy purple and orange a lot so Leela and Fry are inherently nice for me to look at. Yeah, Futurama pulls off attractive women better than The Simpsons does. (diff times, diff genres...)
Character I would marry: Aww, Fry
Character I would be best friends with: Oh, all of them really (tho Zoidbergâs smell could be a problem). Especially Fry, Leela & Bender
A random thought: Now Iâm wondering if thereâs a Futurama style Create A Character thing online, Iâll look later. Also, I know Jurassic Bark makes everybody cry but I just wanna say it made 10 year old me sob and I didnât cry at fictional things as a kid. Like, very very rarely. Me being a big cryer kicked in later. So thatâs a helluva thing. Power of dogs
An unpopular opinion: I donât know... oh a lot of people donât like the later seasons but I really like them! Thereâs some stinkers here and there (attack of the killer app and the butterjunk effect come to mind) but overall itâs still Futurama goodness. Oh and The Beast With The Billion Backs gives me a bad feeling in my tummy because it has this âpolyamory is gross and creepyâ vibe to it. Whether itâs intended or not, it just makes me uncomfortable. Other than that, itâs a good movie. Fry saying âRobots donât go to heavenâ makes me tear up.
My Canon OTP: Fry and Leela, number one cartoon OTP!!!
My Non-canon OTP: Fry and Bender, babey!!!
Most Badass Character: Well, Leela, obviously
Most Epic Villain: Hmm... I looked up âFuturama Villiansâ and Bender is on the list jajafklafkjs I love that. I wouldnât call anybody epic, tho Mom is pretty powerful and malevolent. Iâll pick my fave villain: The Robot Devil
Pairing I am not a fan of: Zapp gets nothing, good day sir! I donât know any ships Iâm like Against tho. Some Iâm squicked by, like involving The Professor or Zoidberg but like that shit is for laughs anyways
Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): They picked the ball up later on but Hermes was a flat character for a while there. And remember how they forgot Amy is smart for like,,, ages. Again they fixed this later. Itâs sometime I appreciate about the later seasons, they gave more focus for characters who were less explored in the original run (this show has like 4 finales, to be clear)
Favourite Friendship: Fry & Bender is Iconic and I adore them
Character I most identify with: Fry. Brainweird trekkie who loves TV/movies and has feminist tendencies. Love him
Character I wish I could be: I mean, if I had to... Bender? I mean, if I had to live in the super dangerous world of Futurama, Iâd like to be a robot. Plus Fry and Leelaâs lives are pretty sad :(
You gave me the option of LOST as well, so Iâm doing that too
Favorite character: Hurley is my favourite. Indeed heâs one of my fave characters in fiction in general. (Daniel is just who I talk about the Most)
Least Favorite character: [insert abusive parent here], tho Anthony Cooper and Roger Linus are on top of the loathing pile. And yâall know I hate Christian Shephard so much. Keamy is also utter scum.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): This fluctuates so much but at this point who would I be fooling if I didnât put Dan/Char first. Yes, I know there are bigger meals available, Iâll still lick the chocolate flakes off the floor. Anyways. Daniel/Charlotte, Daniel/Charlotte/Miles, Kate/Claire. After this point I wobble all over the place... because I ship so much. And it depends on my mood. Sometimes Iâm just really in a Desmond/Charlie mood, other times iâm uwu for Jack/Kate. And so on. Just, take my top three. Tho honorable mentions to Sayid/Shannon and Miles/Richard, Iâm very fond of them. And Desmond and Penny! Jin & Sun and aaahhh!! Basically most things canon and a shitton of noncanon. You guys know what Iâm like with shipping and LOST!!! Iâm posting the chart
Character I find most attractive: Bruh, this show is a bi & pan dream. Iâm not good at picking favourites but Desmond, Charlie, Ana lucia, Charlotte are really âholy fuckâ hot to me. And Sayid. And Miles. And Kate. Aahhh!! Iâll just end up listing almost everybody. If I had to pick one (1) LOST character to deem the Hottest, Iâd pick Desmond. He makes my eyes glaze over. Desmond transcends all sexuality. Desmond is a living romance novel love interest. Desmondâs body is shown off a LOT... also heâs scottish. But man, I came to LOST because of one crush and left with at least 20 more. Itâs a great investment!
Character I would marry: Sayid. He would make a wonderful husband. Just,,, just such a loving, gentle, respectful person........ and you KNOW heâs good with his hands. Daniel is a close second for much the same reasons, actually
Character I would be best friends with: HURLEY!!!!
A random thought:Â âRandom Thoughts About LOSTâ could be a title for my blog, buddy. All the men are subs. There ya go.
An unpopular opinion: Oof, here we go. I love Jack Shephard! Though I have noticed weâve gotten to a point where liking Jack isnât a ridiculous concept in this fandom anymore. I donât find myself defending myself/him as much as I used to. Also Hurley/Libby was really really cute. Yeah, I know she wasnât around much before she died, I still believe in their love. Oh wait I forgot the big one: I fucking ADORE the LOST finale. Itâs one of my favourite episodes and itâs not only not a bad finale, itâs an amazing finale, one of the best Iâve seen. Itâs great television. The problems people have with it have never made sense to me, I personally love it!
My Canon OTP: Daniel/Charlotte (they count, theyâre not an Official Couple but theyâre in love! they count amongst the lost romances!)
My Non-canon OTP: Kate/Claire (i sometimes forget it isnât canon because holy GOSH does this fire have a lot of fuel)
Most Badass Character: Sayid can fuck you up. That ankle thing
Most Epic Villain: Uhhh, Ben was a villain for a bit there
Pairing I am not a fan of: Kate/Sawyer springs to mind for being a very popular ship that Iâm just not into. Like, itâs okay, theyâre just better for each other as friends
Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Michael, Walt and Sayid due to poor and/or racist writing. Libby, Charlotte, Miles just for missed opportunities. Actually I donât think they screwed up Miles, he was mostly great, just he could have been used more. Like his powers, or delving into his trauma, his budding friendships with other people. it ticks me off that Miles doesnât get given Reactions to Char & Danâs deaths. The Science Team in general were underused and they barely felt like a Team. Anyways Michael Dawson deserved better. Season 2 just fucked up a lot of characters but it really did not treat Michael with respect. I canât even explain how itâs bad, it just is.
Favourite Friendship: Everybody/Vincent. Hehehe, actually, here's what comes to mind, canât pick a fave: Hurley/Charlie, Hurley/Everyone Kate/Every Woman She Meets, Jack/Claire is cute when it happens. Jin/Michael was A+. Thinking about it, I like every friendship in this show. Does Ben/Locke count? Are they friends? Well, their scenes are enthralling so there's that. I also appreciate all the lady friendships on this show. And with people who didnât start as friends, so with everybody it had to grow in front of us and thatâs nice.
Character I most identify with: Hurley, Jack, Daniel, Kate and Claire all hit. But Hurley the most, absolutely. Also I find Jack endearing because his emotional instability reminds me of my own.
Character I wish I could be: Claire. Not much would change but Iâd get to fuck Charlie and Kate
Send me a ship and I will tell you:
Kate/Claire
When I started shipping them: I literally donât remember anymore
My thoughts: The last third of Kateâs character arc (of not running anymore, of being responsible, etc) is dedicated to Claire. Kate went back to that island for Claire, not Jack or Sawyer. Kate and Claire remembered together and it was played with as much emotional resonance as the Charlie/Claire and Jack/Kate soulmate scenes. These two are gonna raise sons together. Restless, passionate!!! Honestly, these two make so much sense and get so many Moments, I forget this isnât canon. Their actresses have amazing chemistry and just. Gosh, I love them
What makes me happy about them: They would be so good for each other! Theyâll take care of each other and support each other and give each other kisses, etc. Also also I love their height difference. Oh, I enjoy the contrast of Kate who is more experienced and badass, and Claire who I feel is more naive and is very very sweet & sunshiney. (donât take me for thinking Kate ainât sweet and Claire canât go off, though). I also enjoy how Kate legit looks/holds herself butcher whenever Claire is around
What makes me sad about them: Mr. LOST writers, how comes you had no canon bi people in ur show? Come back here, Iâm talking to you-
Things done in fanfic that annoys me: where fic
Things I look for in fanfic: [looks around] h-hewwoo? ladies falling in love and fucking?? pwease?? iâm a fan of mutual pining. i like the idea of claire not realising sheâs bi until kate makes her feel things and claire confessing her feelings to kate in a big olâ cute ramble and then they kiiiisss, and then they fuuuuck. spare fuck, maâam? femslash is very underdone in fandoms and lost is an old fandom so [pleading emoji]
My wishlist: oh i think i just made it. just content for kate/claire in general is a lovely thing. and makes me progressively stronger
Who Iâd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Jack for Kate, Charlie for Claire. Obviously
My happily ever after for them: Oh, I think Iâve made that clear. But overall? Theyâre married (emotionally, not legally. because Kate isnât into that for personal reasons), they have two sons Aaron and David. Kate is a professional photographer, Claire does illustrations for childrenâs books. They have a nice house, they have lotsa friends, they are content
Give me a character & I will tell you:
Daniel Faraday
How I feel about this character: [mildly] Oh, I like him........ HOW DO YA THINK I FEEL ABOUT DANIEL FARADAY?? Iâve only gushed about him, analysed his character back to front, and frequently highlight his scenes and such for like a bagillion years now. But I do admit, I am just too subtle. Itâs a real problem I have. ;) Anyways, that aside. Like they didnât utilise his character as much as they shouldâve/couldâve and heâs still perfect. With just 23 episodes (which makes me salty that Char is so underdeveloped in 20 episodes.) The writing is great, like in just The Variable they get a TON about Daniel across. Tho, we all know what really makes Daniel so great, the reason everybody loves him so much, is Jeremy Daviesâ performance. Just. So good. I love Daniel, I adore Daniel. Heâs that The Smart Guy science nerd archetype but he turns out to be way more than that too. Heâs soft spoken and polite but with subtle hints of sass and bitterness for some extra flavour. I love how tactile he is and his constant hand gestures, itâs just great to watch this guy talk. And his life and backstory is very sad, like he has one of the most tragic backstories/storylines in LOST and thats. saying a lot. And I love good angst. I mean, I love LOST, so of course I do. But yeah, summing up: heâs cute, heâs smart, heâs a little funny, heâs tragic, heâs gentle and he just,,, wants to love and to make music. And he gets to have the life he deserves by the end!! Oh and the inherent value of a canonically neurodivergent character being well written, getting a good storyline and shown as being liked and loved, is just very precious to me
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Charlotte, Miles, Desmond, Charlie and Theresa (last one by way of canon and Iâve certainly put way more thought into it than the writers did. sheâs part of his life so I wonât ignore her). Wow, five people. Iâve made Daniel the demisexual equivalent of a slut. [snorts]
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Daniel and Penny getting to be brother and sisterly in limbo is such a cute thought, I love it. I also pay extra attention to Daniel and Richard scenes because of my theory. Thereâs also hintettes of a Daniel & Kate friendship in canon, itâs not much but I like it. I think if Dan lived he could have made easy friends with most of the characters but as it is, he really doesnât get to interact with many people. Heâs a rather insular character
My unpopular opinion about this character: iâve picked up that some people think he doesnât get jokes or that heâs naive. and i personally give him some naivety here and there due to a lack of experience but i also think heâs quick learner and he can be pretty adaptableÂ
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i really like how danielâs story is already (thus my brain instantly jumps to dan/char kiss!!!) tho it does feel a bit like theres pieces missing. this would be due to that lovely writerâs strike that happened around seasons 4 and 5. there was meant to be more sci team content but then that happened. sigh. still, gaps and loose threads in the story isnât a story breaker for daniel specifically. and i donât mind things being left in implication or to the imagination. i donât need to see everything. if it was handled badly with dan, iâd be annoyed, but it wasnât. so... dan/char kiss!!!
Favorite friendship for this character: it occurs to me that the people dan is friends with,, are people i ship him with. hey, it doesnât cancel each other out: char and miles. also we donât get much, or we get nothing but the implication of danâs friendships with frank and naomi is also cute. also also daniel and desmond arenât exactly friends (itâs weird, they meet a few times and it Means A lot) but the des and dan running thing is a fave
My crossover ship: i donât really think of it like that...
#lost#lost headcanons#agardenintheshire#OOOF this is a lot#im not complaining#that just took longer than i thought#thank you lisa!!!#i enjoyed that
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Cellmates
Awan and Elyise have time to talk, as they seek to escape their cell.
Part 13 of @kruk-artâs Awan Cormacâs fic, and the longest thing Iâve written so far. The end is nigh though.
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âAre you awake?!â A voice says to your left.Â
You turn lightly, to notice Elyise chained to the ceiling, her feet dangling over the ground.
Looking up you realize you are similarly restrained, and that you are dangling just as she is.Â
âARE YOU AWAKE?â she insists.Â
âI think I amâ you state.
âAbout timeâ she grumbles.
âWhatâs going onâŚ?â you asks just an instant before your mind decides to reboot and provide all the missing memories. âOh. Reaper is a jerk.â Your suit seems to be still on, and thereâs a pair of burn marks where Reaper shot you. So this is where you ended up it seems.
âPrecisely.â she nods.Â
âHe got you too?â you ask rather calmly. By your standards, being suspended is pretty tame⌠unlike the farmâs numerous pressure tests.Â
âNo, I just came to stretch my arms⌠OF COURSE, HE GOT ME TOO, GENIUS!!â she states dangling to the side furiously.
âUgh, donât yell, my headâs killing meâÂ
âHeâs the one whoâs gonna kill us if we donât do somethingâ
âRelax. If he wanted us dead we wouldnât be even talking up hereâÂ
âRELAX? You want me to relax?!â
âIâm the one who should be mad, youâre darn liar, remember? What the fuck is your deal, Elyise?â
âMy deal? Getting out alive is my deal, always!â
âYou worked for Hollow Ground, you had links with the Loanshark and then you helped Reaper? What side are you on?!â
âIâm on my own side ok?. Someone has to be,âÂ
âYou could have mentioned that YOU HELPED KILL HOOD!â
Oh, that struck a chord. She turns to you, angrily.Â
âDo you think it was my idea? I donât know what you heard, but I was FORCED to help in that.â
âYou couldâve said NO!â
âBecause that was a great choice for me, right? If I hadnât helped Hollow Ground would have thrown me out for mom to find. She had precogs in her little cult. Wouldnât have lasted a day on my ownâ
âYou also helped Reaper murder a ton of people just to keep your secret!â
âThose people? Theyâre SCUM! And I donât know if you noticed but everyone in their right mind approved of what Catastrofiend didâ
âSo if youâre so happy about it, then why arenât you helping Reaper anymore?!âÂ
âBECAUSE HE WASNâT SUPPOSED TO HURT YOU GUYS, OK? I DONT KNOW WHY HE DID THAT! HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD CATASTROFIEND TO LEAVE WHEN YOU SHOWED UP. I QUESTIONED HIM AFTER OUR CHAT, AND HERE I AM!â
âHurting us, huh? Thatâs what bothered you? What about, oh I donât know DATING CHARGE for example? Did someone force you to do that too?!
âI knew this was about it! You never liked me around him! I saw how you looked at us!â
âThatâs not...â
âAdmit it already!â Youâre definitely NEVER going to admit something like that.Â
âYou know he worshipped Hood, and youâre accessory to his murder! Donât you think he had at least the right to know about something like that?!â
â...â she starts to say something, but her voice breaks and she looks away. You won the argument, clearly.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought!â you say annoyed, looking at the binds. Maybe you can find some way to get out and leave her here.
â...I just wanted to be normal, ok?â she says after a while, turning back at you.Â
âNormal?â
âHe talked to me about so many things⌠And he listened⌠And I⌠I had never been with anyone before⌠and he was so darn nice I just⌠I just wanted to be happyâ
âDonât. Just donât! Donât you dare... No.. donât you⌠crapâ you say looking at her teary eyes.
Itâs not the physical crying that does it but the inner mess of emotions. It actually shuts you up, mainly because you understand where sheâs coming from all too well.Â
Are you just being one big hypocrite?Â
You escaped the farm to kill someone in the first place.
Shit, sheâs making it harder to hate her.Â
âWhat?â she says as you fall silent âarenât you going to go on about how am I a total piece of shit?â
â... NoâŚâ you grumble
Silence. Only interrupted by the clinking of the chains.
If only you could walk out of the room and have some time to think about it⌠But no. You have to return to reality.Â
Realty being youâve both been captured by a skull-faced homicidal maniac
âListen⌠I assume youâve tried to get us out with your telekinesis?âÂ
âI did. Thereâs some sort of security system that prevents it.Â
âCan you show me?â
She nods slowlyÂ
âThis cell gets even funnier when I try thatâ You can sense her concentrating andâŚ.Â
The walls start shinning in bright blue, the room filling with static, followed by a deafening booming sound from every side, stronger. She screams something⌠and then youâre screaming something too⌠so loudâŚÂ
Until it all dies out, your ears still ringing echoes of it.Â
âUgh, this is a nasty one⌠Sonic pain inducersâ you yell.
âWHAT?â she yells back, still half-deaf.
Probably on par with some of the Farmâs tests. Just your luck, Awan, you say to yourself.Â
A console lights up on the far end, with Charonâs logo on itâŚ
âFor the fourth time Prisoners, I advise you not to attempts that again. This room can be electrically magnetized and will counter any telekinetic attempt to escape. It is also equipped with sound blasting technology that will castigate unruly behavior.â The console shuts down soon after the last word is said.Â
âShit!â you say
âI know. Do you have any skills to escape something like this?â
You study the binds. They seem simple chains and manacles and youâve got nothing to pick the lock with. THereâs no other mind than Elyiseâs close enough for you to reach either.
âNopeâ
âThen weâre royally fuckedâ she states.
âIndeedâ you sigh.
âDistract Charon. I will try to send a telepathic message to the rangersâ you send the words into her mind so Charon wonât overhear. She seems startled, but nods in silence.Â
You start clearing your mind for the task at hand. Never attempted communication at this range, and thereâs no guarantee that it would work at all even if you had been practising. It doesnât help that there are millions of people in Los Diablos and you want to find a single mind. Â
Piece of cake, Awan. Â
________A few hours later._______________
Your arms hurt like hell from dangling and youâve lost track of time, but youâre not giving up, repeating the message over and over⌠impossible to tell if you are being heard or not. Â
âHEY CHARON!â She yells. Elyise has been doing a superb job of distracting the AI. You wish she wasnât that good because it distracts you as well.Â
The screen turns on, and the display comes online once more. If AIâs had human personalities you would say Charon is surprisingly gossipy. He probably doesnât get many people to chat with since the Defenders Society disbanded.Â
âWhat? Iâve already told you Iâm not going to let you goâ
âJust wanted to ask you when did Reaper decide he wanted to kill all those drug-dealersâ
âWhatever do you mean? Master has killed drug-dealers many times in the past.â
âOh câmon! He hasnât killed anyone in almost a decade!â
âItâs true⌠he took a long hiatus after retiring from the crime-fighting life. His focus fell almost entirely upon charity projects after his cancer got worseâ
âWas it hard, overcoming it?â
âHe did not overcome it.
âWhat do you mean? He told everyone he was doing great!â
âThat was a lie he repeated many times. His doctors gave him months to live and he dismissed them. And then the Hauswald foundation burned down, sending him into a deep depressionâ
âWhat?â you interrupt. Elyise gives you an angry look, her mind telling you to focus on your own thing. Sheâs right⌠back to send your signal.
âMonths to live? Is he dying? I saw him standing up earlier!â
âHe was dying, right until he wasnât. My research into the subject he brought in changed everything!â
You can barely hear what theyâre saying⌠youâre picking up something⌠something getting closer...
âYou mean my mother?â
âAffirmative. The subject possessed impressive regenerative properties never seen before on a boost. I theorized that a series of transfusions could heal him by making his own tissues more competitive than the cancer-cellsâ
Itâs clear now. Someone picked up your message and is very close to Reaperâs complexâŚÂ
âHe has⌠my motherâs blood?â
âIndeed. He was reluctant, thus I had to administer it hidden in his medication.â
âYou⌠gave it to him without him knowing?!â
âIndeed. I would do anything to preserve my master.â
âArenât there secondary effects?â
âOh yes. Many in fact. I discovered most of them after the third transfusion took placeâ
âWhat side effects?!â
âPsychological mostly. Sharp aggression increases, self-restraint, almost nullified. Morality ambiguity andâŚâ
Someoneâs walking up to the Manorâs gate⌠with a vengeance. You sense some sort of fight taking place.Â
âI am sorry. Someoneâs being rather rude at the main gate. We can finish this conversation laterâ the screen says before turning off.
âDid you get someone?â she asks
âI think so?â
âWho?â
âIâm not really sure⌠I think itâsâŚâ
The sound of fighting interrupts you, along with blaring sirens.
There is only one presence in the complex asides from her, and it doesnât take you long to figure out who.Â
âItâs Anathema!â you say. âTheyâre fighting a lot of security dronesâ
âabout time we got some good luck. Guide them to us?!â
Itâs not hard to send Anathema a signal they can follow. Theyâre used to working with you.Â
Finally, you can hear the noise coming up to your cell, with gunshots and skittering of metallic legs and the sizzling of acid.
âCEASE AND DESIST INTRUDER! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY AND YOU ARE TRESPASSING!â
âIâll give you trespassing and then some, you dumb toasters!â
âGET AWAY FROMÂ THE PREMISES!â
âWill you shut up already? I canât hear my own thoughts and I think Iâm getting some that are not even mineâŚâ
âGet out before you are hurt human!âÂ
âHurt? You know your spider-things canât hurt me! Iâve gone through three dozens of them already!â
âLosses are meaningless. I have an immense reserve of combat drones!â
âAnd I have like the worst case of reflux in mankindâs history, so give me a break will you?â he sounds like heâs just in front of you nowâŚÂ
âHERE! WEâRE IN HERE!â You shout out, with Elyise joining you.
âAbout time! I thought I was going mad with all the talking toastersâ
The door starts smoking and dissolving under the acid shower from the other side.Â
Soon, Anathema steps in, looking up at the two of you.Â
âOh, so youâre doing some stretching up in here?â he jokes, looking relieved. Â
âVery funnyâ you answer.Â
âYeah, hilariousâ Elyise adds
âOh câmon, It was a good one-liner!â he grins looking up at the chains. âNow how do I get you out without dripping acid on your hairâŚâ
âCan you deal with that box on the corner?â Elyise says looking down at it.Â
âCan doâ Annie states, letting a few drops off at it. Always amazes you, how it goes through almost anything.
Elyise inhales deeply and puts her powers in motions, both sets of chains bursting open to pieces. She floats gently to the groundâŚ. While you land less gracefully.
âOuch,â Anathema says helping you.Â
âMy poor armsâ Elyise complains, stretching some. Yours do too, but youâre a bit more used to this kind of stuff.
âHow long have we been here?â you ask.Â
âA day and a half? I realized something was wrong when you didnât come back⌠But I expected you were behind it allâ Annie says looking at Elyise. âNo offenseâ.Â
âI do get that sometimesâŚâ she sighs
âItâs not her Annie. It was Reaper all alongâ
âR⌠Reaper? Are you for real?â
âAfraid soâŚâ
âRETURN THE PRISONERS AND SURRENDER!â Charonâs voice reaches from afar, the sound of metal legs coming in closer.
âAhh crazy computers, love me. Ok, you two stay behind me, and donât step on the acid, ok?â he says grinning.
The way out is plagued with spider terror drones but they are simply no match for Anathema, who marches you to the exit without a hitch. You find your gun on the way out along with the data rod. Elyise gives you a terrifyed look as you take it, but you donât say a word about it to Annie.Â
Not yet, at least.Â
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.
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Fuck Off
Title: Fuck off Requested? Yes. Plot: Dating JP and a guy tries to flirt with you after a show, which leads to JP getting jealous and protective. Word count: 1146
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You could have sworn you felt someone eye you up during the show, but you couldnât quite put your finger on it as to who it was, but for the majority of the show, you felt a bit uncomfortable, no matter how hard you tried to pay attention to your best friends and boyfriend rocking out on stage. You have been dating JP Cappelletty, Machine Gun Kellyâs drummer for over two years now, and you loved every second of it. He made you feel so happy and didnât miss a beat in telling you how happy you made him. A lot of the times when you would catch him staring at you, there was no way of hiding your blush, which only got darker with the words to come out of his mouth. It would either be one word, like âgorgeousâ or âadorableâ, or full on sentances, like âgood god youâre beautifulâ or âIâm so fucking in love with youâ and we canât forget the âyou make me so damn happyâ. He knew just what to do or say to make you go weak in the knees.
But he was also super protective of you, putting on PDA shows or shooting poison darts with his eyes at any guy who even dared to look at you. You didnât mind really, he knew you would never cheat on him, so you figured as long as he doesnât get in a physical fight, he was cute when he got jealous. You had no idea that he wouldnât be so cute tonight. After the show was over, you started pushing through the crowd who were going the opposite way from you, towards the exit, doing your best to get to the backstage area and dressing rooms to congradulate the guys on another awesome show. Suddenly you feel someone grab your wrist, causing you to stop and turn around, noticing a random stranger looking at you with a seductive smirk on his face. The area around the two of you had cleared out a little, and you were trying to move your hand away from his grip, trying not to be too rude, telling him you were in a rush to be somewhere.
âOh come on, youâre going back to that little prick? That kid canât even drum well, let alone please a woman. He thinks heâs cool with all of his tattoos, but heâs just an id-.â The stranger didnât have time to finish insulting Rook as you used your other hand to slap him in the face. It took him by surprise and his grip on your wrist loosened, allowing you to pull your hand away from him. You made an attempt to rush to the dressing rooms, but he grabbed your waist, spining you around to face him, saying how he found the fact that you had a temper even hotter. He leaned over to kiss you, when he was all of a sudden jerked back, away from you, and down on the floor. You looked over at the person who had done that and it was the first time that you had seen Rook so angry in your life. His hands were clenched in fists, his breath fast paced, his eyes almost glowing with fire.
He wasnât angry at you, but at the man who thought it was a good idea to go after his girlfriend. âAre you okay baby girl?â JP asked, looking over at you, and you nodded. After recovering from the shock of being slammed to the ground, the man got up and charged at JP, and a full on fight broke out. You hated fights, so you yelled for them to stop, because you didnât really know what else you could do, soon after calling out to Colson and the crew to help them stop fighting. But as soon as you told them why JP was fighting the guy, the rest of them got as angry as he was and started helping Rook, as they grabbed the guyâs arms which allowed Rook easy access to keep hitting him without taking damage himself. âJP stop please! Just stop!â You yelled out, pushing yourself between them, your arms wrapping around your boyfriendâs torso, holding on for dear life as you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for him to calm down. And soon enough, he did, wrapping his own arms around you, his breathing wild, and you told the guys to just kick him out of the venue and not continue hurting him, even though you were thankful they were also protecting you.
Colson was the first to nod and they handed the man over to security to kick him out, heading back to their dressing rooms. You stayed in the middle of the now empty venue, clinging on to Rook, afraid to look at his face, as you knew it would break your heart to see the damage. âIâm fine, baby girl, Iâm fine. Weâre both fine.â Somehow his voice never failed in soothing you and calming you down. You felt a hot tear slide down your cheek when you looked up at his brused face, a trickle of blood coming from his lip and cheek. You lead him over to his dressing room and grab a med kit to clean his wounds, your hands still shaking from the experience. âIâm so sorry I scared you Y/N, but he had no right to mess with my girl. When I saw him try to kiss you forcefully, I just saw red. Iâm sorry baby girl.â JP said, taking your trembling hand into his, and you took a deep breath, assuring him you were fine, and continued cleaning the blood off his face.
A small clip of the fight ended up online, even though the secutiry had pushed everyone out at that moment, and you were surprised by how many people were applauding Rook for defending his girlfriendâs honor. They were not condoning the whole event of fighting, but they could understand why he would react like that. From that moment on, everyone knew not to mess with JP Cappellettyâs girlfriend, and Colson Bakerâs friend, aware that the whole crew would be after them as a team if they did so. âI have no idea how I manage to keep up with you lunatics, but Iâm the luckiest girl in the wold to have all of you by my side.â You say to all of them while you were hanging out at the tour bus afterwards, to which everyone raised their glasses to a successful fight, causing you to giggle and you felt JPâs arms tighten around you, as you leaned against his chest. You turned your head and planed a gentle kiss on his lips, careful not to hurt him and snuggled into him. That was your man, and you were damn proud of him.
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Hey anon, I hope you like it :) I donât know why, but I just love writing about guys being protective over their girls. (that gif has me feeling some type of way though)
#cappe#jp cappelletty#jp cappelletty imagine#jp cappelletty x reader#cappelletty imagine#cappelletty x reader#rook#rook imagine#rook x reader#rookxx#rook419#mgk imagine#mgk au#mgk x reader#mgk#machine gun kelly#machine gun kelly imagine#machine gun kelly au#machinegunkelly#machine gun kelly x black reader
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BURN PART 2 YOONGI X READER (FT. TAEHYUNG
BURN PART 2 YOONGI X READER (ft. Taehyung) I wasnât planning on making a sequel, but since some of you wanted it, here it is!! Sorry if it isnât that good hehe. I really didnât know what I was going with this. Thank you for all of your feedback! Iâm really grateful!!
You were sobbing on your best friend Jennieâs couch as you tried to explain what just happened in Yoongiâs apartment.
âThat bastard!â She exclaimed
âI came as soon as I heard!â You heard Lisa open the door to immediately run up to you
âI donât have to explain eve-ever-rything again, r-ri-ight?â You stuttered from all of the crying
âNo, no sweetie..â Jennie gently patted your head
âYâknow what? Weâre going to disrupt their little get together and make Min Yoongi regret he ever did this to you!â Jennie fumed out
âIâm sorry we didnât tell you about the tabloid articles, Y/N....we knew you had an emergency back in your country and we didnât want to add to your problems.â Lisa interrupted
âItâs okay, I understand... Iâm just thankful that you guys are hereâ you gave them a weak smile
âAnd Jennie, Iâm not coming back there until I feel like Iâm ready to talk.â
âWell you can stay here for as long as youâd like.â Said Jennie
âItâs a good thing you already had your suitcase ready huh?â Lisa joked
Jennie glared at her, but the three of you just laughed it off.
âââââââââ You were about to go to sleep in Jennieâs guest room, until suddenly your phone began buzzing. Half of you hoped that it was Yoongi trying to make amends and beg for your forgiveness
But half of you wished that it wasnât, because you didnât know if you could take seeing his name and a half-assed apology.
It was Taehyung.
Tae [1:00 am]: y/n.... are you awake?
Another message pops up
Tae [1:01 am]: Y/n-ieeeeee
You replied coldy.
You knew Yoongi was his bandmate and friend, but he was yours too, why did he let it go so far without even saying anything to you.
You [1:02 am]: what?
Tae [1:03 am]: Iâm sorry we didnât say anything about the plan.... we knew you wouldnât agree with it, Iâm sorry
You [1:03]: there are literally four members of their group and seven of you, why did it have to Yoongi??? Most of you are single!
Tae [1:04]: ....people were already shipping them online, so we thought we would just go with
You stopped replying, you didnât really care of that explanation, it was mediocre at best. What did he think was going to happen if he explained? You were just going to forgive Yoongi?
You rolled your eyes
Tae [1:10]: I know youâre still madâŚ.but can we meet? Not just me, but the whole group.
You [1:11]: What for? And why are you trying to defend him anyway?
Taehyung started typing his message his message
We all want to apologize, we feel really bad. We all took place in the decision-making and seeing you walk through your apartment doors looking like a ghost made my heartâŚ.
He backspaced and edited the message before pressing send
Tae [1:11]: We all want to apologize, we feel really bad. We all took place in the decision-making and seeing you walk through your apartment doors looking like a ghost made our hearts hurt.
You [1:12]: Well then feel bad.
You put your phone on silent mode and tucked yourself into bed. So what if they felt horrible? You felt absolutely hurt and you were not in the mood for forgiving
Days have passed by and you got even more heartbroken when Yoongi didnât even try to contact you in any way. You didnât receive any news from him and Taehyung stopped filling up your inbox after a while.
âI guess, itâs really over between me and YoongiâŚ.â You sighed and laid your head on Jennieâs lap
âI thought he would fight for you more.â Lisa stated as she passed you the bottle of Soju
âLisa, stop giving her alcohol, our little miss HR is gonna be a wreck at work tomorrowâŚyou are going back to work tomorrow right?â Jennie looked down on you You sat up âYes, probably? Maybe? Theyâre all going to be there and God, it will be the end of me.â
âI thought he would do better too, Lis. Stopping me in the hallway while grabbing my wrist? Really? That was the best that he could do after everything we both weâve been through?â You frustratingly added
âWell, why not just quit??â Lisa suggested
âYeah, like finding a job that pays like they do in Seoul is so easy.â You sarcastically replied
âWell, theyâre going to fire you anyway if you wont turn up for work.â
âShut up, Jenâ You pouted
She was telling the truth. Y ou needed to build up the courage to go back to work or else youâll be heart broken and broke at the same time.
While you were having your girlâs night in Jennieâs place, your ex-boyfriend was also hanging out with his bandmates to contemplate on what to do.
âYouâre really not going to do anything about it, hyung?â Jimin said disappointingly as he passed the shot glass to Jungkook
âI heard she hasnât been reporting to work, she might lose her job too. Why donât you talk to her?â Hoseok tugged Yoongiâs shoulder
âLook! Iâm still thinking, okay? I love her! God knows I love her and I want to win her back, butâŚ.my career and you guys are on the line too.â Yoong sighed in response
âPlease, donât make us as an excuse to continue on this thing you have with JoyâŚ.just say you want to continue boning her and goâ Taehyung drunkenly slurred
âWhat the fuck? Weâre not fucking! Weâre not doing anything! This fake relationship is for our group!â Yoongi angrily replied
âWhatever, you didnât even flinch when RM suggested the idea. You didnât even chase Y/N when she leftâŚ.You stupid fuckâ Taehyung got up
âWoah woah woah, where is all of this coming fromâ Namjoon pulled Taehyung back to his seat
âRemember when I told you I liked her hyung, but she seemed really disinterested in me and I got sad so you, Kookie, and I had drinks that night. Then you confessed that you both have been talking to each other and it fucking hurt, but I still let you have her because I knew she was going to be happy with you but then you do this bullshit!â
Taehyung stood up and grabbed Yoongi by the collar
âI love YN more than anything in this life, and I would choose her happiness over mine anytime. Forget this stupid collaboration, Iâm standing by her sideâŚYou will never be satisfied. GOD, I HOPE YOUâRE SATISFIEDâ He pushed Yoongi down
Yoongi got up
âOh fuck off! Let me have her? She wasnât even yours to begin with! She loves me and I love her! But why canât your stupid little brain understand that there is more at stake here?! Do you really think this wont affect our group negatively? I trying to fucking think here, man! I want her back but I donât want to jeopardize our hard work!â Yoongi angrily screamed
âYou think this thing is a fucking scandal? Who the fuck cares if youâre not really dating someone from red velvet? Itâs not like youâre dealing drugs, fuck man. Dating scandals donât last and for a producer, you sure do put more confidence in the advertising of our music compared to our actual songs.â Taehyung replied
âYou know what? Fuck you. Iâm done with your shit, itâs not fucking hard to decide.â Taehyung got up and walked away.
Yoongi paused and got out his phone, he was about to text you, but he hesitated. He put it back in his pocket and sighed deeply
Lisa [6:00 am]: Y/N!!! CHECK YOONGIâS V-LIVE NOW!!! COME ON!!
You [6:01 am]: Itâs 6:00 am what the fuck???
Lisa [6:01 am]: PLEASE!!! JUST GOOOO!!!
You groaned, but you followed what she said anyway.
âAh, helloâŚY/N. I hope youâre watching as I confess to the whole world how much I love you. Iâve been stupidâŚâŚI let a marketing strategy get in the way of us. In the long run, album sales or streams wont matter if I canât share my success with you. With music, I may never have an end-goal. But with youâŚwellâŚ.you are the end-goalâ Yoongi looked pale, tired, and thinner than when you last saw him.
âI donât care if I get criticized for this, because I love you Y/N Y/L/N and I donât care if the world knows! I will probably get hate, but what do they know about us? And for my fans and red velvetâs fans, Iâm sorry but what I had with Joy was all a marketing strategy, it wasnât real.
"Y/NâŚ.if you can find it in your heart to at least talk to me one last time, I know I havenât been trying to connect with you, but the process of getting here was really hard and-â His tears started staining his porcelain face
âPleaseâŚjust please? It took me a while to realize what I really wanted and what really is important. Other people also had to make things clear to me, but Iâm only human Y/NâŚ.but Iâll try be better for you, so please.â He sobbed
You paused the video and began sobbing as well.
Yoongi barely let his emotions out to you, let alone the public. He looked so vulnerable and in pain, you couldnât believe he would expose himself like this for you.
You [6:10 AM]: Very bold move minâŚ..
Yoongi [6:10 AM]: Where are you? Iâll go to you right away.
Yoongi drove to Jennieâs apartment with your favorite cup of coffee and you talked for hours about what happened between you both.
He had hundreds of jobs on the line if he ever decided to create a fuss with the media, but in the end he still chose to be with you. Receiving backlash would be heavy for big hit, but Yoongi had more confidence that they were going to rise through it, even if Bang PD wasnât too pleased with his public stunt.
âI donât expect you to take me back...but if you give me another shot, I would be more than willing to become better for us.â He shyly looked down
âPretending to date someone else behind my back was a pretty dick move, butâŚ.I canât believe you did that V-live thing for me.â You replied âLetâs try againâŚâ You added
Yoongiâs face lit up and he took your hand to squeeze it tightly.
Months have passed since Yoongiâs great confession to the world and the hate from the scandal had finally died down.
He had received a lot of scolding from Bang PD, but Namjoon as the great leader that he is, defended Yoongiâs right to his personal relations.
All of the boys apologized to you for not informing you about the plan and you forgave them.
You also noticed that whenever Taehyung was near, Yoongi tightened his grip on you. You found it weird, but you thought nothing of it.
Most days and nights, Yoongi would still overwork himself even in your own apartment.
âMin YoongiâŚcome back to sleep.â You poke your head into his home-office
âWeâre gonna test my new tracks for the American rappers this morning.â He replied with his eyes still glued to the computer
âItâs still dark outside..â You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck
âI know, I just need to fix some things â He simply replied
âWhy do you work like youâre running out of time?â You chuckled and placed a small kiss on his cheek
âShhâŚâ He kissed your cheek back
â Come back to bed, that would be enoughâŚâ
âIâll be back before you know Iâm gone.â
âCome back to sleepâŚâ You tried to pull him away from his chair
âThis meetingâs at dawn.â He pouted
âWell, Iâm going back to bed.â You removed your grip from him He grabbed your arm and placed a soft kiss on your lips âI love you.â
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Ghosts of the Past - Chapter 6
Chapter 1 + warnings
AO3
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Chapter 6
Banshee had enough of everyoneâs shit. It was a week since the wild night. Sheâs seen Jonathan two times since. They talked about what happened thoroughly. They were adults and as adults they faced the new relationship. First time they met in his office for an appointment. So, they talked hard on the table. The other day he visited her in the shop. So, they also talked through and through in the backroom.
Always so weird. He didnât want her to touch him and he never took any piece of clothing off. He had issues.
And then there were these motherfuckers. It was clear the hunt wasnât over, but now they came hard as if the bounty doubled. She fended of three just this week.
âTell me who sent you,â she demanded dangling a man of the roof. She held him by his shirt over the edge. One wrong move and they will both fly down and pancake on the pavement.
He whimpered but didnât say anything.
âTalk, or you are flying off here!â
âI donât know! They never told us who they are!â
âBye then.â
âNo, please!!â
âBanshee, stop.â
And now this jerk tried to ruin her day too! Why did she ever thought she liked Gotham? This was a hellhole that painted a target on her back and sent the Bat to stop her from scratching it off.
âThis is self-defence,â she said and looked at Batman. âYou canât blame me for that.â
âLet him go.â
âNot until I know who made bounty on me!â
âI donât know, please, itâs online!â cried the man. His face was red and wet. Only thing missing was him calling for his mommy.
âWhere?â
âThe Gotham bounty.â
âAre you serious? You have a page for that?â Banshee turned to Batman.
âNot that I know of,â he said.
âNow you do,â she snapped. âOne has to be a hacker in this fucking town.â She tucked the man in and let him go. He stumbled on his legs and ran as fast as he could. Two shadow figures let him pass through them and disappeared in puff of smoke.
Oh, yeah, the shadow figures were prominent now. She felt them breathing on her neck. That also pissed her off.
âLeave me alone. I didnât kill anyone,â she hushed the Bat.
âI know. I wanted to talk to you about your contact with Jonathan Crane.â
âYou are a voyeur now, great.â
âHeâs a dangerous man, Miranda. You shouldnât get close to him.â
âSo am I. Next?â
âIâve seen this before. I donât want you to fall in the trap of wanting to change him.â
âOh, for fucks sake!â she shouted throwing her arms in the air. Metropolis sounded great. Calm city, no targets, no Batshrinks to assume what she thinks or does. No crazy guys and no⌠who is she kidding, the shadows will follow. âI am not stupid, B. He is not fixable. Just like me. Or you. None of us gets better, thatâs why we do what we do!â
He went silent and changed the subject. âAbout the ritualâŚâ
âIt went nowhere.â
âI think it cleared many things.â
âMagic doesnât exist. I am just schizo or something.â
âMagic is real, Miranda. In this world it shouldnât surprise you.â
âAre you finished? I have forums to find.â
âIâm trying to help.â
âEveryone tries to help, and nobody asks if I want it. I donât. Get off my back.â
She stomped away like a small angry child. She wanted to blame her mood on a moon, or the period, or the fact she didnât sleep two nights. She couldnât. She was angry at her incompetence to find the fucker trying to kill her.
And maybe also Jonathan.
Fuck it all.
She just wanted to sleep.
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Thatâs how Jonathan found her. Bend over her laptop, hell in her eyes, typing furiously a step away from punching the keyboard.
âIs this how you scare off customers?â he asked.
She nearly killed him with her stare. âGet out. Now.â
âThatâs no way to greet guests.â
âI sweat to god, Jonathan, leave now. I have no control,â she snapped at him.
âYes, I noticed. I will leave the talk for later.â
She turned her attention back to the laptop, hitting enter so hard it was a miracle it didnât jump out.
âWhat are you searching?â
âWill you just shut up?â
Jonathan was not phased. He came here with semi-good intentions. Now she ruined it. She was confrontational before, but this was another level. He didnât know what stressed her that much, but he hated this. Raw anger was disgusting and made his skin crawl. He despised the lack of self-control. Grandma used to be angry a lot, but never for the reason she claimed. And it was Jonathan who got hit by the fury.
Thatâs why he didnât bother listening to Miranda. Her fury hurt, but not as deep as grandmaâs.
He walked around the counter and looked over her shoulder. She stiffened. Jonathan would take a punch if necessary.
âWhat do you need bounty for?â
âNone of your business.â
âThis is not how you look for it,â he commented. âLet me.â
She watched his fingers run on the keyboard. He knew the site very well. He got paid many times through this and he also found many henchmen there. People in Gotham were willing to take money for anything.
âWhat are you looking for?â
She stared at him enraged.
âI am trying to help, Miranda.â
She scoffed and folded her arms on her chest.
âI wanna know whoâs trying to kill me.â
So thatâs whatâs been eating her out. For a minute he thought he had something to do with this. Shame, he didnât left much impact on her. âLet me see.â
He ran through the website. âYou cannot find names here, just information. But I know a guy who knows a gal⌠you know how it is. Hm, the bounty on you is solid. I would be interested if I didnât know better.â
âDo you ever get tired of listening to yourself?â
âSometimes. I will get the name for you.â
âI can do it myself.â
âI donât doubt that.â He closed the laptop and turned to her. âYou need sleep.â
âI amâŚâ
âDoctorâs order.â
âThat bad, huh?â
Yeah, she really looked exhausted. Black circles under her eyes and tremble in one hand. She broke herself to avoid breaking herself. He wondered whether the bounty was only thing that bothered her, but he didnât ask. She will spill the beans eventually, she had talent for going straight to the point.
âYes,â he answered.
âI cannot sleep, theyâŚâ
âNobody will hurt you, Iâll take care of it.â
âUnless you do it.â
He sighed. He was a fiend. Fucked up in the head. But he wasnât this. Using visible weakness was tempting but breaking them strong had more appeal. He wanted to help. He liked her fighting spirit, not this.
âYou donât need to trust me. But you do need sleep.â
Miranda shook uncomfortably and surrendered. âFine. I will go home and have a rest. Your out of character care convinced me.â
âLet me take you there.â
She looked at him resignation in her eyes. âYou mean it?â
âYes.â
Thatâs how he ended up sitting on her couch, reading her disturbing collection of slushy romance and watching her over as she collapsed on her bed with silent ding.
***
This was embarrassing. Miranda got up early in the morning feeling much better just to find Jonathan sleeping in her living room. Good way to get them both killed, but also very awkward because she didnât really believe he will stay there.
He looked almost innocent.
Why is everything in her life an almost?
Silently she moved to the kitchen to prepare quick breakfast for both. She tried to be as silent as possible but when she entered living room Jonathan was already up. Miranda didnât know what to say so she just put the plate down.
âDo you feel better?â he asked after a minute has passed without a word.
âYes,â she warmed her hands on a cup of tea. âThank you, Jonathan. I snapped.â
âDo you do that often?â
âYeah, I do. Some small shit goes wrong, I get angry and I start to make mistakes. Thatâs why I move places so often.â
He nodded. âHave you taken the pills I gave you?â
âNo.â He left that without comment, but Miranda felt need to defend her decision. Did it really matter what he thinks? âI donât trust you.â
âI donât trust you either,â he agreed, âand we shouldnât.â
This mutual agreement calmed her a little. They understood each other. âI owe you one.â
âYou shouldnât say that, or I will take you seriously.â
âYou are right. I will owe you one if you get me the name.â
Jonathan smiled amused. âMiss Bradbury, we just talked about trust.â
âBusiness works differently.â
âYou do not have sex with your business partners.â
âSays who?â she laughed, and he raised his eyebrows. âIâm just kidding. Maybe.â
âAnyways,â he continued with coldness in his voice â just a bit, she would almost miss it. âI will see what I can do. You take care of yourself, Miranda. And take your meds.â
âSure, doc.â
***
Terry Borrows entered their shitty apartment with even shittier mood. Another day, another failed job hunt.
âIâm sorry, your crime record speaks against you.â
âHere you write you canât stand loud noises. This work position is not for you.â
âSorry, mate, not enough experience.â
âAre you Mexican?â
âWe donât hire killers.â
Terry collapsed in the armchair and sighed in frustration. You witness one fucking murder and you are fucked! You have to lower yourself to work for crime lords. Terry didnât want to. They wanted some normal work without heavy machinery.
But no, the police still suspected them, so now they were unemployed, in debt and with eviction note on the table.
âFuck this,â Terry said to the room. âFuck it all!â
âYou wonât suffer for long,â said a voice.
Terry jumped on their feet and turned around. Nobody was there. What? They searched the room with their eyes. Empty.
âWho said that?!â
Feeling of being watched crawled on their back. The room was lit and nobody else was there. Terry shook scared. They had to be hearing things. Nothing happened. Everything is fine.
They finally calmed down a bit although the tight chest, bound by nervousness, stayed. Theyâll make coffee, and all will be fine.
Ding.
Terry froze.
Knife appeared on their neck and Terry screamed. Hand held their mouth.
âYou do not fuck with death ghost, havenât you heard, Terry?â whispered Banshee behind them. Terry whimpered ready for a pain and the end. âWhen you hear her come, you die.â
Tears ran on their face.
âI am a curious ghost, you know? I will let you talk. But you scream once and you die, Terry, understand?â
They nodded carefully not to cut their neck. Tight grip disappeared and a shove sent them on the ground. Terry turned. Over them stood a woman with scarf. The same one theyâve seen weeks back.
âPlease, IâŚâ
âTerry Borrows,â she said their name as if she was tasting it. âWho are you? You are not the League, or youâd find me right away. I donât know you. Why do you want me dead?â
Terry felt their body tremble to the bone, but they felt like they are not there. The body wasnât theirs. They focused only on her. She found them. She will kill them. Like she did to that guy before. No mercy. Their damn shitty life will be over.
âSpeak!â she commanded.
Terry yelped and then unsure of what to say, tears started to pour from their eyes. The woman stood there, waiting, her stare ready to give them heart attack. Terry opened mouth several times, but shock wouldnât let them speak so they looked like a fish out of water gasping for air.
Banshee put the knife to other hand and took out a gun.
âPlease!â Terry finally managed. âI⌠IâŚâ They couldnât say it. She will kill them. âYouâŚâ
âYes?â
âYou ruined my life. Everyone⌠Everyone think I killed that guy! I got fired! The bill are crazy!â
âSo you have money to pay for bounty and not for life, hm?â
Terry fell silent. How could they explain they got drunk and in revenge fit put out the bounty? And when they sobered up, they decided to leave it there and decided to run away or die trying without paying it?
âSob story,â commented Banshee. âYour life turned bad, so you want to blame someone. I donât do those. You fucked with wrong person.â
Terry closed their eyes.
âOh no, not so easy. You take down the bounty first.â
âI canâtâŚâ
âExcuse me?â
âI canât do it from here. I canâtâŚâ
Banshee frowned. Then she hid her gun and knife.
âYou might have bought a day. Pull down the bounty. Donât try to run. I will find you. I willâŚâ just for a second she turned her gaze to corner and shook her head. âI will hunt you down. You better do what I say, and I might feel generous.â
Terry nodded fast.
âI will find you later.â
Terry sobbed a bit and their vision blurred. When they cleared the tears from their eyes, Banshee was gone.
***
Visiting Jonathan now was a lottery. Before she didnât know what to expect but the options were limited. Now they grew and Miranda never knew what to prepare for. But what he started today, she wouldnât foretold at all.
âWe need to talk.â
She nearly choked on her drink. Talk? Now? Really? She took him for the type that will do things and when they stop being to his liking, he will just stop. No need to talk there.
âAbout what?â she cleared her throat.
âThere are more things. Let me start with the simplest one. Did you find them?â
âTerry? Yes,â she nodded. âI have yet to kill them, but the bounty is off. For now.â
âI took you for hit first, ask question later kind of woman.â
âIt depends. I needed to cancel the bounty. Terry doesnât really bother me. Plus, I am sucker for helping poor. Kill, earn money, donate to charity sort of thing. Terry is in bad place. I might reconsider. I will see.â
âInteresting.â
âYou are starting to scare me now with these comments.â
âNervous, are you?â
âI didnât expect any serious talks. Whatâs next?â
Jonathan smiled a little. âWhat are we doing?â
âYou tell me. I donât mind continuing with this. But I feel there is more in the air. I just donât know what.â
âCan you even feel attachment, Miranda? Affection?â
âI donât know. Can you?â
âI try not to.â
The words were said. They left her a lot to think about. Could she like him? Could she replace the common feeling she lacked with something? Loyalty maybe? Damn him and his stupid mind games. She liked him more when he fucked her in the backroom. No questions, no talks.
âLetâs not push anything, Jonathan. Itâs not worth it.â
âI agree.â
Relief. Yes, itâs better not to overthink. Just let it flow, it will sort itself out eventually.
âLast thing.â He didnât even stop to think. âYou should take the pills.â
Miranda never opened the bottle. Reason stopped her. Possible consequences too. Jonathan could have lied. He wouldnât poison her, just mess her up. Miranda, you wanted that, remember? But right now, that was low on her list. Shadows occupied the first five positions and she worried drugs would only worsen them.
âI donât know what they will do,â she avoided saying the truth.
âI told you. They can awake your emotions.â He poured another drink just to put his hands to work. âDonât you want that?â
Again, that weird idea she had â he also avoided something. Didnât they just agree to let it flow? Damn him. âMaybe. But are you telling the truth? Remember the trust?â
âI do. I wouldnât have it any other way. I have a suggestion.â
âYour suggestions always end up either in a fight or sex.â
âI would like to avoid both tonight.â
âNow I am curious,â she laughed.
âIâll take it first.â
She fell silent. That was⌠unexpected. She never heard of psychiatrist just suggesting that. Then again, she never fucked her shrinks. This was also the first time she has became a pet project. Somehow she felt she needs to accept just to make him happy. And to bring herself to trust him. Enforce the bound.
She would rather go for that fuck now.
Aaaagh, think, Miranda! Is this a game again? What will be the consequences? Can you even afford consequences when the ghosts are following?
âAre you okay taking your own medicine?â she asked.
âI test it on myself sometimes when I am sure there are no side effects. If I wasnât sure, I wouldnât have suggested it. I want you to trust the meds. Not just my word.â
âOkay. I think I would like that.â
âI just have to warn you. I talk way too much when drugged,â he joked.
âAll you say will be used against you hundred percent. Just so you know the risk.â
âItâs worth it.â
âEnough of this sentiment,â she grinned with arms folded. It made her think, she hated that. She felt she could get attached, if the ghosts just left her alone. âI still have them, if you want to do it now.â
âAre you just carrying them around?â
âHave you never heard of womanâs purse?â
âAnd its never-ending space?â
âYes!â
Jonathan laughed a little. âYes, I am willing.â
Miranda was still unsure, but she fetched the medication. Questions ran through her head. Manipulation was one of them. Be wary of the good doctor. The good doctor is a freak. Shadows hoovered at the back of the room and silently agreed.
She needs them gone!
Jonathan accepted the bottle and just took one pill. So simple. Hard evidence that he didnât give her anything bad. He handed her the bottle back.
âDid you test this one before?â Miranda asked.
âYes.â
âDo you keep composure?â
âPartially. It doesnât change your thinking, it just mixes your emotions. Often positively but not always.â
âOkay.â
They didnât talk for a while. Miranda was waiting for anything to happen. Jonathan just rested in his chair. At one point he frowned and clenched his fists, but that was it.
âYou make it look easy,â said Miranda.
âItâs just uncomfortable since you are watching.â
âI noticed. You donât like people, do you?â
âAre you using the talking against me, Miranda?â
âYes,â she grinned. âSpill the beans, Jonathan.â
He scoffed. âNo, I donât like people. They always turn on you, always hate you. There is no good. All is just façade helping them to get something from you.â
âThatâs fucked up.â
âI never met anyone who wouldnât use me. Did you?â
âI am a tool.â
âSee,â he said victoriously.
âIs thatâŚâ she waved her hand a bit. Jonathan gave her weird stare, but the ghost disappeared. âWhy you donât like being touched?â
Jonathan rested his head on his hand. âNo, you misunderstood. I like getting touched just like any other man.â
âSo, whatâs the deal?â
He really tried to hold himself together but little tick here and there and foot tapping gave away his rising emotions. Annoyance? Excitement? She couldnât tell.
âMy grandma was a fanatic. Religious zealot. SheâŚâ he reached for a glass and drank away the sore throat. âWhen she didnât like something, she decided to shun the devil away.â
Jonathan fell silent, nervous ticks more often. He avoided eye contact. That was a first. He always held it over her like a weapon and now he was looking anywhere but at her.
âSheâd close me in the old church. And the crows there would attack me. She trained them like dogs. Pecked meat of the body.â
Now it was her who shivered.
âSo,â she said, âlanky and scarred.â
He raised his eyes with spark of anger.
âThatâs what you donât like. Being seen,â she concluded. âI just thought you were kinky. You are not really into unconscious ladies.â
âNo.â
âYou could just turn off the light.â
âThe feel is still there. You can recognize the scars by touching them.â
Miranda scratched her head awkwardly. âYou go to great lengths just to hide that. Just⌠itâs all fucked up, sorry.â
He shrugged but looked out of windows. Miranda felt like shit. She opened the can of worms and now they were crawling everywhere, and she tried to pick them one by one. Say something, girl. Canât you see this is your only chance to pry?
âAre you okay, Jonathan?â
âNo,â he answered.
âI will leave you alone.â
She was ready to leave. âNo, please, stay,â he stopped her and reached his hand to her. She hesitated for a second. They cannot be saved. They cannot be changed. Nothing in this world will fix whatever they became and why they became it didnât matter.
She just sat next to him, held his hand and let him suffer in silence
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#batman#fanfiction#jonathan crane#writing#writeblr#ghosts of the past#sick raven writing#this is my favourite chapter because Jonathan is emotional#or as much as he can get
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i don't want to be alone anymore (branjie) -- frenchy
a/n: hi hi!! i want to thank you all for the love on my first part of this story, i appreciate that more than you know!!! i decided to give it a second part, though both can be read on their own. & yes i am running this billy joel song title theme with the names. ps. i can be found at alaskathunder on tumblr & also now at frenchys on ao3, where these will end up eventually, along with others, i definitely plan to write more things & pairings soon. hope y'all enjoy, angels!! <3
@Bhytes1: @VanessaVanjie Iâm going to Starbucks you want something?
*****
Brooke wasnât sure how they did it, how they proceeded to shamelessly flirt online as if their private kiss hadnât even happened only a few nights ago. If it wasnât for the video evidence, she could have sworn that entire night was a fever dream. Part of her almost wished that she didnât remember it so vividly, that the way Vanessa touched her and kissed her with no audience wasnât so detailed in her head. Wished she didnât have to stop herself from smiling when she remembered it.
It was one thing remembering and thinking about the kiss â she couldnât change that that happened, and that she didnât stop it. If anything, she wanted it. She knew it was partly on her for leaning into it, and for getting upset that it hadnât lasted even longer. She couldnât blame Vanessa for that. But she could blame Vanessa for what she said.
âAt some point we have to quit pretending like this is only for the fans.â
If Brooke thought she was over analyzing these social media interactions before, she was even more fucked now. She only assumed this is how the fans felt on the daily, trying to decipher everything, trying to figure out if this was all Vanessa playing into the contract or using it to hint at how she really felt. How she still felt.
It was futile to put any music on as she took her time getting into drag for the viewing party tonight, where sheâd be joining Phi Phi Oâhara in a screening of episode 5 â the Monster Ball. No attempts at turning up said music could stop her mind from being only focused on Vanessa, on the moment they shared, on the fact that she had to spend another night reliving the honeymoon phase of their relationship on a giant screen in front of an audience.
Just as Brooke anticipated, it was rough. No. Rough was an understatement. She was conscious of how often she gazed dreamily into the screen, star-eyed. Watching them kiss, and comfort each other, and not be able to predict their fate.
She didnât expect anyone else to notice, too.
âCan I ask you something? Without you getting defensive?â Phi Phi asked after the episode and Brookeâs consequent performance, standing against the closed dressing room door. She kept her distance, her prodding question accompanied by a sensitive color in her voice. Brooke knew she was trying her best to sound open minded, borderline empathetic.
Brooke sighed. âShoot,â she encouraged the other queen, but didnât look up. Phi Phiâs second question was enough to warn her that this wouldnât be a lighthearted conversation.
âIf it wasnât for the fans. Or the publicity, or the ratings, or the â you get the point,â Phi Phi cut herself off, presuming that Brooke heard enough synonyms. âWould you care?â
Brooke stopped fiddling with her bobby pin, blinking up at Phi Phi through the mirror. âWhat do you mean?â
âWould you be able to stop all this weird, mysterious twitter stuff tomorrow and not give it a second thought?â Phi Phi wasnât sure if Brooke was just deflecting, or if she was really that far removed from reality and genuinely needed the simplifying. âNot miss him in your life?â At the use of âhimâ, Brooke knew this was deeper than just not having Vanjie as a fellow queen and friend. âI know itâs none of my business, but if you could see what I saw â the way you watched that episode out there tonight â youâd be asking the same thing.â Phi Phi shrugged, and Brooke hated her for it. She hated how easily Phi Phi could get into her head and understand. Worst of all, she hated how Phi Phi saw it her duty to confront Brooke about it. Maybe sheâd thank her in the future, but for now she was brimming with frustration.
âI donât know. I donât know, okay?â Another sigh, this one inspired by her own irritation and defeat. âOne second weâre flirting and both understanding that we need to stop it before it goes too far. The next weâre ââ Brooke stopped, closing her eyes as to stop herself from admitting to Phi Phi what went down the other night. Was it even a big deal? As big as she was clearly making it in her own mind?
âYouâreâŚ?â Phi Phi lifted an eyebrow, coaxing Brookeâs frustrated rant. Feelings could be spared for the truth.
Brooke took a deep breath, steadying herself, hands planted onto the table. âWe kissed. Like, actually kissed. And I donât know what her intentions are.â
âWell, I recommend figuring that out. Maybe talk to her? You guys are clearly not on awful terms, how hard could that be?â Phi Phi pressed.
You have no idea, Brooke thought. âYeah, Iâll try. Thanks, girl,â Brooke smiled at Phi Phi, hoping her appreciation was evident.
*****
She was thrilled to finally share the photos taken of her Monster Ball looks, looks that proved successful in the challenge. She was especially thrilled at the comments regarding her final look, the one that she had fabricated herself. A storm of tulle and black fabric, off the shoulder, with a snake wrapped tastefully around her neck. The more she looked at it, the more critical, but she would defend her win.
She scrolled through the comments, smiling at the sufficient compliments and praise. How would she ever stop being appreciative of everyone who appreciated her back?
Her finger stopped scrolling upon seeing Vanessaâs Instagram handle, a blue check verifying it wasnât a fan account.
@vanessavanjie: Put my snake around ya neck
She didnât know whether to like it, comment some orange heart emojis and move on or to roll her eyes after what had happened the other night.
She chose a third option.
If Vanjie wants to keep playing this, then fine. Iâll play along, she thought before hitting send on the comment.
@bhytes: @vanessavanjie havenât we already done that?
Brooke barely had time to think about the repercussions of her remark before she received a text, shocked at the speed at which Vanessa saw the comment.
Vanjie: Careful there Brooky Poo
Vanjie: Donât want anyone getting the wrong idea
Brooke felt her heart rate speed up with no gradual increase, immediately beating fast enough to shatter through her rib-cage and land across the room only upon reading Vanessaâs messages. She took a deep breath and typed, then retyped her message a few times, wondering if Vanessa was watching the dots disappear and reappear. Wondering if it was killing her just as much as it was Brooke. When did they turn into giddy teenagers again, instead of professionals with a common goal?
Brooke: What if i do?
She decided against adding a winking face to the end of her reply, but it didnât stop her from immediately locking her phone and throwing it to her side. God, she needed a cigarette. And maybe a cold shower now. Sheâd revisit that idea depending on what her phone read next.
As if on cue, she heard the buzz of the phone ring through the bed. She took a minute to gather herself â or prepare herself was maybe the better way to put it. With a reluctance she could only blame on her fear of misunderstanding, Brooke let her hand approach her phone again. It was silly, she thought, how she could fear misunderstanding Vanessaâs intentions even after her initiation of the kiss making it fairly clear how she felt about them.
Vanjie: Oh
Two minutes ago. Brooke tried to ignore the way her heart dropped at the one-word answer; one she couldnât even see herself replying to in a way that made sense. Maybe it was best left there, and Vanessa really was just adding a playful comment that held no substance.
She was moments away from plugging her phone in for the night and setting it aside with an air of defeat, when it buzzed in her hand. A message from Vanessa. She held her breath as she slid to open it.
Vanjie: You home?
She never exhaled quicker, and never replied quicker, either.
Brooke: Text me when youâre here.
Brooke couldnât have anticipated what came over her to make her invite Vanessa to come over, if not beg her to come, following her last text with a sharing of her location and hotel room number. All she could do was thank the universe that they were in the same city, which was rare considering their consistent interviews, appearances and performances.
She didnât think she had been this nervous about something since they first began seeing each other, minus possibly the night that the cast was revealed. And deep within she knew that perhaps her nerves were fruitless â what guaranteed that she and Vanessa would even do anything beyond talk? She wouldnât dare get her hopes up based on an Instagram comment that was no different than their usual flirt-mance. But she also knew that she had to take this opportunity to confront this, whatever it was.
It wasnât long before she heard a faint, yet urgent, knock on the door, though it felt like forever. Rolling her eyes, Brooke made her way to the door to the room, opening it with a look of counterfeit annoyance. âI told you to text me when you got here, bitch.â
âShut up,â Vanessa was quiet, fondness diminishing the harshness of her words. âCan I come in or not?â
Brooke stepped aside, allowing Vanessa to pass her and enter the dimly lit hotel room. Brooke watched her for a moment, so caught up in the way she smelled and the way her hat sat backwards on her head in the most endearing way possible that she almost forgot to close the door.
âDonât forget to put the âDo Not Disturbâ sign out,â Vanessa called behind her, laughing to herself before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Brooke, who followed her into the larger area. Vanessaâs laugh didnât linger after seeing Brookeâs humorless expression. âI was kidding.â
âYou have no idea how hard it was, Vanjie, to watch that episode up there. Phi Phi actually clocked me, yâknow. The way I looked at you up there. No doubt some of the fans did, too. It was the hardest thing. You donât even know.â
âYou think I wasnât watching the same episode? I never said it was easy for me, Brooke,â Vanessa didnât let her continue, nor did she let the incredulous laugh leave her lips, in fear of making Brooke more upset. âI donât like watching it either.â
âI think Iâm confused,â Brooke didnât mean to change the topic so abruptly, but this had been bugging her for days. âThis was your idea. It was your idea to take a break â said you knew the âpressures that came with TVâ,â Brookeâs immediate dive into the deep end caught Vanessa off guard. If she knew that her visit would turn into her own interrogation, she would have stayed home. âYou were the one who said this wouldnât work, Jose,â Brooke stood her ground, arms folded across her chest. Vanessa didnât like the way she looked down upon her. Cringed at the way her real name was used. âWhy the change of heart?â
âItâs not a change of heart,â Vanessa countered, eyes lit with a newfound boldness. âItâs the⌠same heart, just. Tired of hiding it. Which, we can keep doing it, we donât gotta tell anyone anything. But, B,â she stood then, moving to take hold of Brookeâs hands, forcing her to uncross her arms. âIâm not a fan of us lying to ourselves, to each other.â
âYeah? And when you tweet another flirty reply or comment something on my next live, then what? Iâm not a fan of not being able to tell the real from the fake.â
âTell me this is fake,â Vanessa was calm when she said it, her words and the way she slid her hand to the back of Brookeâs neck serving as the only preparation for the way she brought their lips together. Brooke couldnât act surprised, like she didnât anticipate this after their texts and intuition that what happened in that office wasnât a one-off thing. Her expectation helped her react faster this time, without letting Vanessa end the moment before Brooke had a chance to take action. It was a much necessary continuation of what they didnât get to finish prior to Vanessaâs performance.
Her frustration, her passion, her longing all charged Brooke into flipping their positions, hands on Vanessaâs shoulders as she held the shorter man against the wall she had been leaning against, prompting a whimper to pass between them from Vanjieâs lips. This was no sweet reunion kiss, but one that had been months in the making.
Brooke could feel Vanessaâs smile after they parted, nothing but heat in the space between them (or lack thereof), their lips still phantoms on each other. âIâm waiting,â she whispered against Brookeâs lips, all victorious smiles. âTell me.â
âDidnât you already try this the other day?â Brooke didnât return her smile, but Vanessa could hear it in her voice.
âWorked, didnât it?â She carded her hand through the barely-there hair at the back of Brookeâs neck, oblivious to how badly Brooke wanted to kiss that damn smirk off her face. âAll you been thinking about, isnât it? Our kiss?â Brooke tried to step back, though she still felt Vanessaâs hand on her, the other one now coming up to rest on Brookeâs waist. âShit, I gotta say, though, I think I liked this one better.â
âYeah?â Brooke cursed herself for the teasing spirit in her voice, but for some reason, she couldnât help it. Something about Vanessa was electrifying, intoxicating her even after a year. Kicking all her resolve and purpose under the hotel carpet.
âMhmm,â Vanjieâs eyes lay heavy-lidded, her hunger telling through her gaze. Brooke knew due to her makeup-free face that her bedroom eyes werenât painted on deliberately. She also knew that she held the same ache in her own body, wondered if her own eyes were as teasing as her voice. âYou wanna Instagram live this or somethinâ?â
Brooke found herself laughing more at the way Vanessaâs suggestive voice didnât match her sarcastic question rather than the implication itself. âOh, fuck off,â she laughed under her breath, swatting Vanjieâs chest as gently as possible, her hand lingering there. They both glanced down at the contact, reminding Brooke of the way their eyes had been jointly fixed on Vanessaâs hand in the room at the club, mindlessly tracing patterns into Brookeâs leg. But there was somehow more tension now, the tension only slightly more comfortable than it had been before. Less fear, but just as much caution and the question of âWhat are we doing?â not yet obsolete.
It was Brooke who leaned in first this time with little hesitance, hand spreading out more against Vanessaâs chest, twisting delicately in her shirt. Her kisses transferred from lips, to cheek, to jaw, then placing open mouthed kisses along the shorter queenâs neck, evoking a throaty moan above her.
âCâmere,â Brooke wondered if she only imagined the rasped whisper, and she blinked back up at Vanessa, who looked desperate. Brooke noted the way her tattoo was coated red under the flush on her neck and chest, only the top of it visible from under her black T-shirt. She noted the way Vanessaâs breathing was ragged. She looked so fucked, so in disarray, and they hadnât even taken their shirts off yet.
Brookeâs stomach knotted at just the suggestion that she had that power.
Vanessa pulled her back up, hands coming to hold the sides of Brookeâs face and kissing her with a passion that they hadnât yet reached before. It was a kiss that guaranteed to Brooke that this wasnât a convenient fuck, or make out, or just Vanessa feeling lonely.
âI have a flight tonight,â Brooke broke between their kiss and their gasping for breath. âGod, Iâd give anything to stay here. You know that, right?â She studied Vanjieâs eyes, needed to know that Vanessa understood her intentions. Sheâd rather do anything than have to look at the pout she looked at now on Vanessaâs face.
âYou could stay. Whatâs one flight?â Vanessa whined, pressing kisses along Brookeâs jaw, her knee pushing between the otherâs legs. âI miss you,â she breathed against Brookeâs ear, arms enveloping the taller man.
âYou know itâs not that easy. This isnât stuff we can put off, not like we put off each other. I wish I didnât have to leave you.â
Vanessa sighed and slumped back against the wall, a hand coming up to run through her hair after the other had lifted her hat off. The broken connection between Vanessaâs flushed face and body, and her disappointed expression, broke Brookeâs heart more than she thought it would.
âThatâs cool. I said what I said, and I know now that youâre not so innocent yourself, Miss Brooke Lynn, just like I said so,â Vanessa pointed a finger into Brookeâs chest accusingly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. âWhoâs right again? Miss Vanessa Vanjie Isabella Mateo Hytes. Bam!â With a snap of her fingers, Vanessa pulled away from Brookeâs grasp, sliding against the wall she had been held against and back towards the door. Brooke watched her gather her things â her phone, only.
âWhere are you going?â
Vanessa turned back around, puzzled. âYou said you got a flight tonight. I canât come with you.â
Brooke mimicked Vanjieâs pout from before, sitting herself down on the side of the bed and extending her arms. âYou said you missed me. You made it very clear. My flightâs not until later tonight. You can stay. Until then, I mean. I want you to.â
And who was Vanessa to refuse that invitation.
#rpdr fanfiction#brooke lynn hytes#vanessa vanjie mateo#branjie#canon#fluff#angst#frenchy#sometimes a fantasy#s11#canon compliant
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anyway, guarma & colm-odriscoll-is-my-daddy (& friends) think abusive ships are a funny way to get under someoneâs skin
JUST FYI: I woulda had this conversation in private, but @guarma keeps calling Erin a bitch with a god-complex, even though everything she accuses Erin of is something I did, and she refuses to acknowledge me. So no more private, she called me a pussy for not confronting her. Well here's the confront ig!
background context: people decided to start shitting on the Yehaw Function server again in another server (letâs say âAâ bc I do not wish to drag the owner into this, they were rarely online). @ssupeck21 thought it was perfectly fine to mock the gender and race of a two-spirited native trans guy. nice transphobia and racism there!Â
considering i remarked on it, they realized i knew him and suspected me of leaking the above screenshot to the YF server. i had already left this server at the end of february over several reasons, including erinâs server becoming my main one. iâm also reasonably sure i have mentioned no longer being in YF at some point. damage done: kate (guarma) and pongo ( @colm-odriscoll-is-my-daddy ) now think iâm âa spyâ for YF. (ironic because @ssupeck21 let @jennyxbeans into erinâs server bc she was spying for jenn. and more irony later)
as proven in DM to someone later (oh no, a spied image?), they had the amazing idea to bait me and erin with something that is a massive trigger for me (bully/victim ships). some weirdness: by that time, iâd only made about 2 b/k posts on my blog, neither of which mentioned my trauma iâm pretty sure. erin meanwhile, wasnât even in the original convi from the first screenshot, though she has mentioned she finds b/k gross.Â
so whilst this in its entirety is already immature in itself (really? you think someone is sending screenshots and wanna get ârevengeâ when you constantly rely on getting screenshots yourself? yes i know someone leaked you screenshots of YF, kate). but also: for someone who talked about being abused and having anxiety, she should know better than use an abusive ship to get back at someone. because iâm 99% sure she knows b/k is a trigger for me; whilst not on my blog, i have had plenty of rants and vents in servers about how b/k is not good for my mental health and that it will make me panic.Â
conversation #1 (i do not have screenshots of this): someone asked what everyoneâs ships are in rdr2. bill/kieran gets mentioned, at some point i put rooWut (a disgusted looking emote) and remark something about abusive gay ships being cute to them. it gets glossed over, i leave.Â
conversation #2. the conversation moves to the nsfw channel, where they pin the message in the above screenshot. ha ha , bully/victim ships are a funny joke! conversation moves on to arthur and other things until Pongo clearly feels like she wants to force a reaction out of me and/or erin. (living dead girl is erin, i am danâs achy breaky heart).
at this point, my anxiety spikes and i put something along the lines of âmy fist up your ass would look cuteâ in the vent chat of Erinâs server. NSFW with b/k is not good for me, at all. it made me flashback to something, iâm basically just trying to not have a panic attack. but ! ofc , why stop now.Â
pongo makes another comment, now not under a spoiler tag and clearly with the context of the DM to get another reaction out of me. erin puts a completely unrelated image to try and divert the conversation, because iâm like entirely losing it at this point---but kate and pongo think itâs hilarious to talk about actually shipping it and kate (micah bellâs dumb hair in the screenshots) is all âomg i wanna write a smut now for themâ.Â
also: my nickname in this server includes âtrans kieranâ at this point , either as just my url or like âlion ⥠trans kieranâ. they all know i am a gay trans guy, even if some of them currently like to pretend they donât know me. (hi, @morlawny who doesnât even wanna say my name at this point despite being all nice in erinâs server.)
i canât entirely remember my own message, nor do i have screenshots of it because i send it and left and they deleted it like straight after it seems (because an older screenshot, from the day itself, also didnât have my message anymore). i left because at that point, i lost all ability to think straight. because someone can remark on b/k before and theyâll still be all âha ha funny!â
at this point, in erinâs server, two things happen. one friend of kate, who isnât in the server this happened in, asks if she ships bill/kieran and kate admits her plan to just trigger me. because of this, kate starts acting like the victim and making me out like the bad guy whoâs shittalking her and refuses to talk to her--which, during a panic attack and with my feelings very clear, i donât need to.Â
secondly, another friend of kate decides my trauma is funny and starts to send kate (on request) screenshots of the vent conversation in erinâs server, starting from the goddamn my fist up your ass comment. the conversation also includes details of my trauma. my trauma is being send around like gossip.Â
also this happens in the server i left and i get send it:Â
i dunno what planet anyone is living on but, apparently my melt down was only good for one thing: getting mocked. âkieranâs coochieâ is transphobic as fuck when youâre laughing at a trans guy getting upset over bill/kieran. especially when itâs very clear i hc kieran as trans. yet, pongo, wolfy ( @soulheartthewolf ) and kate seem to think itâs fucking hilarious.Â
kate and pongo then try to play the âwe were just joking!â card. when everyone iâve had read those screenshots agrees nothing about it reads as a joke, and weâre now very sure they werenât joking about, they were being vile and malicious. (but hey, whatâs to expect from someone who says theyâd fuck a fictional racist if he was real! thatâs ... excusing racism, kate). Â
(guarma is micah bell? you mean my husband ;; pongo is arthur morgan is an incel. the other person is the artist who drew young micah, idk their url anymore)
âmy mocking of the Bill/Kieran shipâ Iâm so sorry, Kate, but nothing about nsfw b/k and wanting to write a fic about it, reads as mocking. This entire âitâs just a joke!â doesnât diminish the fact that you triggered a panic attack. Yes, I shittalked you, because I felt like it was goddamn deserved for "jokingâ about an abusive ship in a way that didnât read as a joke. because after I left neither of you got the damn hint and just went straight for the transphobia. Itâs not get together and hate guarma, itâs âlion has a panic attack and will actually react insanely aggressively about the things that upset himâ. You can turn and twist this into you being the victim all you want, but you ainât. Youâre a pathetic example of a 19 year old who thinks itâs funny to trigger flashbacks and panic attacks. I didnât talk to you, because at the time the only thing I wouldâve probably said, which is also what Iâm saying now, is: go shove an entire cactus up your ass, you pathetic cunt of a human being.Â
Leave Erin out of this, itâs goddamn hilarious you keep going after a cis bi woman instead of after me, a gay trans guy, and god I fucking wonder why.Â
You interact with people who think they can just be racist and transphobic towards anyone they like ( @ssupeck21 ), with people whoâll willing send you all the screenshots you want, with people who send anon hate ( @jennyxbeans ), youâre treating trauma and abuse like a joke and then have the gal to be all âiâd never because i have anxiety!â No. Own up to your shit.Â
(I could go on in this post about how sheâs just as bad a shittalking, leaked screenshot-wanting piece of shit but hey, the post is very long already so whatever).Â
edit: i have deleted screenshot leaking accusations towards morlawny bc i canât actually prove them but iâm keeping up the thing where you decided to be all nice to me in servers, but then turned around and were all âidk kate didnât say any of thatâ (i literally know u were there for those conversations, your name in screenshots!) and tried to defend her constantly in a DM with someone.Â
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I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)
All Chapters Here
Chapter: Six
Warnings: Mentions of violence, brief mentions of physical abuse, brief mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of substance abuse.
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     Rory laid in her bed for two hours after Sweet Pea walked out of her trailer, mentally beating herself up and screaming curses into the empty air. What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I do that? She felt so disgusted with herself, and by the fact that he had initiated it in the first place. Did he though? I reached up his shirt⌠Her eyes wandered to the window. It was dark out now; she had barely felt time move. She glanced at her alarm clock on the counter: eight oâclock. She sighed.
      A knock on the door broke her out of her self-deprecation. Maybe Sweet Pea was here to yell at her for what they did or to tell her that it would never happen again, which she would wholeheartedly agree with. Even though it was unarguably the best sex Iâve ever had⌠Another knock sounded on the metal door. She shook the thought out of her head as she grabbed her dark green silk robe and pulled it onto her body before heading toward the door. She took a deep breath before opening it, and there stood Mambo, which surprised her. His eyes were red and puffy, his face streaked with semi-dry tears and blood still on his face from earlier that day.
      âMambo, how did you get here?â He narrowed his eyes at her and dead-panned at the same time.
      âI walked,â he stated flatly, walking up the steps as he pushed past her to get into the camper. Rory cocked her head to herself with her tongue in her cheek, mumbling a sarcastic, âPlease, come in.â He ignored her, striding over to one of the armchairs, throwing his uniform coat on the floor. âNice place. Very bohemian.â She smiled at his comment.
      âJughead said the same thing,â She chuckled, walking over to the sink to wet a cloth before handing it to him so he could wipe the blood and dirt from his face. âHow did you know where I lived?â
      âPeter.â He shrugged.
      âHe let you walk here by yourself?â
      âIâm not twelve anymore, Rory,â He groaned, laying his head back. âAnd for the record, he tried to come along and have Lara drive us. I left while he was grabbing his letterman. Iâm shocked that he hadnât called you.â Rory gave him a disapproving look before padding over to her phone. She had three missed calls, two voicemails, and seven messages from him. Her phone had been on silent. She sheepishly hugged the robe tighter around her.
      âYou shouldnât have walked. Itâs dark out, and weâre in the southside now. I donât know what all you know, but Riverdale isnât safe anymore.â She warned him solemnly. He waved her off.
      âI know how to defend myself,â he said as he pulled out a switchblade, waving it in the air back and forth a couple of times before setting it on the small table between the two armchairs. Roryâs eyes widened, and before she could speak, he added, âDonât scold me. I had to, in a place like Seaside.â
      âWhat the hell happened to you, Nicky?â She asked, trying her best to keep her horror out of her tone.
      âI grew up,â he began. âIâve gone through a lot of shit. But Iâm not ready to tell you what happened to me.â He shrugged and turned his head to stare out a window. Yes, he had grown up. Since the day Mambo was sent to that school in Seaside three years prior, Rory went down every rabbit hole she could find to dig up information on it, or maybe even some dirt that she could show to her parents to force them to bring him home. However, no matter where or what she searched online, nothing ever came up. It was as if the school didnât even exist.
      She sighed and plopped down onto the chair adjacent her brother. âIâll be here whenever you are, though. Donât ever forget that Iâm always in your corner. I always have been.â Rory stated, trying to catch his eyes. He simply nodded, seeming to be in deep thought. He suddenly turned to face her.
      âIt smells like sex in here.â He stated simply. Roryâs eyes widened and her cheeks began to heat up.
      âNo⌠It doesnât.â She tried to play it off.
      âOkay, but it does.â
      âHow do you even know what sex smells like?â She questioned him with narrowed eyes. He slow grin crept onto his face as he turned his head to face the window again. âNicholas!â
      âIt wasnât an all-boys school, you know,â He shrugged, his grin going wider. Rory groaned, putting her head in her hands. âCan I stay here tonight? And possibly longer?â He was so quick to change the subject, though it didnât seem that he was embarrassed or anything.
      âYou can stay as long as youâd like. Thereâs an air mattress rolled up in the cabinet,â He nodded at her as he stood and walked to the cupboard she was pointing at. On his way, he stopped to examine one of the bookshelves, picking up a set of tarot cards. âThis was momâs camper from when she was a teenager. Most of this stuff is hers.â
      âI recognize these,â He nodded, flipping through the deck. Rory cocked her head at him curiously. âThey were in some pictures she showed me, like from when she was pregnant with you and Peter.â
      âOh.â Rory simply nodded at him, though she had never seen the pictures he was talking about. They talked for a few more hours, from everything that Mambo had missed since being sent away, to the musical and Midgeâs death, and then they stopped on their mother.
      âHow⌠how did it happen?â He asked softly. Rory shifted uncomfortably. He had just found out about her death today. God, this is so fucked up.
      âAre you sure?â She asked, and he nodded slightly after a moment of thinking. âShe was⌠run over. But by people themselves. Trampled to death. On riot night.â She cleared her throat. Tears stung at her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. He nodded again, slower this time as he processed the information.
      âWas she still using?â Mambo asked tentatively. Roryâs breath hitched and she shrugged. âTold you she was done right?â He rolled his eyes knowingly. The siblings were all too familiar with their motherâs drug abuse cycle. Sheâd frequently use, made it obvious, but then lie and tell them that she had stopped. âIâm surprised that that isnât how she bowed out, honestly.â He said harshly. The comment stung, but Rory agreed. By the time Rory looked at the clock again, it was almost midnight.
 ��     âIâm going to take a quick shower before bed. Do you want to go ahead and set up the air mattress while Iâm in there?â Rory asked, picking up her pajamas before striding toward the tiny bathroom at the back of the camper. âThereâs also snacks in the pantry, and a few different drinks in the mini fridge.â Mambo nodded in acknowledgement and moved to the floor to assemble his sleeping arrangement.
      Rory stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down her body. She sighed in contentment, feeling todayâs stress and shame wash off of her, along with the remnants of Sweet Peaâs touch. She immediately felt anger surge through her, both for Sweet Pea and herself, as she washed her hair. She truly hated him. He wasnât even mildly irritating; he was so much worse. She felt nauseated. She grabbed her soapy loofah and roughly scrubbed her body for what seemed like hours. She sat down and brought her knees to her chest and stated that way for a while. After rinsing away her regret, she stepped out of the shower and toweled off. She could hear her small television on in the other room. When she opened the door, however, Mambo was nowhere to be seen.
      âMambo?â There was no answer. âNick?â She looked out the window over her counter and saw him sitting on the ground in front of her camper, a small fire burning in front of him in a makeshift fire pit he must have constructed. She carefully stepped over the air mattress and tip-toed outside. She gasped. His head snapped over to meet her surprised eyes as he was removing a Black Devil cigarette from behind his ear.
      âI thought youâd be in there a little longer⌠I didnât mean for you to find out this way.â He sighed, continuing to light the end of the cigarette and inhale. She just watched him, having a hard time seeing her once innocent baby brother smoking in front of her. She selfishly wished it were pot, because at least it wouldnât be killing him the more he did it. How often did he do this? Does he smoke weed too?
      âDidnât mean for me to find out this way, or not at all?â She asked flatly. He smiled sheepishly back at her as he slowly let out a cloud of smoke. âA lot has changed.â She exhaled.
      âMore than you know,â he chuckled bitterly. She frowned at his comment, but didnât push it any further, knowing that she would get the same answer from earlier. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. The moonlight bounced off of the remaining half of the sleek black cigarette before he pressed it into the ground to put it out. She raised an eyebrow at him. âI didnât do that for you, just so you know. Itâs just too cold out here.â He shrugged, gesturing to his bare torso before standing up, then proceeding to kick dirt over the fire and walked back inside. Rory rolled her eyes and followed him in.
      He was surprisingly already in bed, but without a blanket or a pillow. She walked over to her cabinets and pulled a fluffy blanket and pillow out before throwing them at him. He mumbled his thanks and turned off the television. She flopped down onto her bed and pulled the comforter up to her chin and closed her eyes. Just as she was ready to drift off, Mamboâs voice broke through the silence of the camper.
      âI think Iâm ready.â
      âWhat?â Rory asked.
      âIâm ready to tell you what happened to me. I think,â He explained quietly. She turned to face him on the floor, propping herself up on her elbow. âYes, Iâm sure,â He rolled his eyes, seeming to read her mind.
      âOkay, whenever youâre ready.â
      âAll of this,â he began, gesturing to himself. âI swear, it was not my choice. I used to be so kind.â He always had a flair for the dramatics whenever he spoke.
      âI know you were. Why arenât you now?â Rory smiled weakly at him.
      âBecause the best way not to get your heart broken is to pretend you donât have one,â he shrunk a little, but there was no emotion in his voice. âTo be fair, you havenât even seen my bad side yet. Rory, I need you to be patient with me. Reflecting on the past has no real substance to me, but a lot of pain, both emotional and physical.â Rory winced a little when he said the word physical. She didnât know if she was ready to hear this now. She thought she was, but if heâs been hurt, she didnât know what she would do.
      âIf you keep ignoring your emotions like this, you will eventually break down.â She stated carefully.
      âWhile thatâs unfortunate, I need to tell you what happened to me, so I guess I can pay attention do them at another time,â he smiled weakly, his eyes dim. âMy time at Seaside Correctional School was⌠the absolute worst experience of my entire life, thus far. Even worse than finding out that mom died. They abused us. They abused me the most, it seemed. More than just emotionally, or physically. It got worse⌠One of them tried to⌠They tried.â He emphasized, and his eyes got dark. Rory blinked. Surely not. Surely⌠Surely not. âThat was the first time⌠The first time I really hurt someone, Rory.â She tried her best to keep her expression neutral.
      âWhat did you do, Mambo?â
      âI got this,â he started, pulling his switchblade from under his pillow and flipping it between his fingers, âa couple days prior. Some of the other kids would somehow smuggle in cigarettes and other contraband. I traded two packs of Black Devils for it after I was tired of being smacked around and no other adult believing me. One morning, one of the orderlies came in to start my electroconvulsive therapy. He was different from the lady that usually did it, but things were never the same all the time at that place so I didnât question it. This guy was acting really weird from the start, though. I laid down and he put the things on my temples â I donât know what theyâre called, I was too pissed off at everything to find out. Anyway, he put the things on my temples, and I closed my eyes to prepare for the buzz feeling in my head. Then⌠nothing. It finally turns on after a minute. But suddenly, thereâs a handâŚâ He pauses and swallows hard. âAnd it was where it definitely shouldnât have been,â he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Tears threatened to spill out of Roryâs eyes as a million thoughts rushed through her head, but she remained silent, listening to him intently. He glanced over at her, slightly concerned that she may have fallen asleep. He was relieved when he saw her staring back at him. âDonât cry for me. I stabbed him.â
      She blinked. âYouâŚâ
      âStabbed him, yes. Before I knew what I was doing, the blade was swiftly snatched from under my pillow and then it was through his forearm. Then I yanked the whatever-theyâre-calleds off of my head and ran out of my room. Seriously, stop crying. Youâre making me uncomfortable,â He tried to joke to break the tension. She blinked again, then quickly wiped her face. âThis continued to happen until I came home today. No one ever believed me, not even Dad. He thought I was just trying to get out of there, and to be fair, I was. Iâm just so glad that the money stopped coming and I was sent home.â
      âMambo, if I knew⌠Iâm so ââ
      âSorry. I know. Dad wouldnât let me talk to you, because he knew you would try to get me out of there,â He sighed. It was silent for a moment. âI was put in solitary for two months straight after that. They took my knife, but I stole it back when I got out. All of my classes were through a screen, and I was by myself the entire time, aside from the therapy sessions. I was put into solitary a lot. I lost my fucking mind. I was there, yet I was not there.â
      âWhy were you doing shock therapy?â Rory asked inquisitively.
      âBecause they believed everything dad told them when he dropped me off. All âassessmentsâ afterward were bullshit. They never believed a god damn thing I said. The only thing they did change from what he told them was that Iâm in fact not schizophrenic. I canât believe he told them that I was⌠wait, yes I can,â He laughed bitterly. âI had to fight like hell, and fighting like hell has made me what I am. I am the monster they created. Something in me just⌠snapped.â
      âAre you a bad person now?â Rory asked suddenly.
      âDepends on who you ask. Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things. But I kept hurting people. The other kids couldnât do what I had to do. But we were just kids⌠we werenât meant to be heroes. I donât even know who I am anymore. Itâs like⌠I used to be a person. What am I now?â
      âYouâre just a kid, Nicky.â He winced.
      âI stopped being a kid the day our parents sent me there to die,â His voice cracked. âI hate them. I hate their guts. I hate what they did to me.â He was crying hard suddenly, which was a shock compared to how he was as he described the horrors he had endured for three years. Tears pricked at her own eyes as she leant over the edge of her bed to pull him up into bed with her. She held him as he cried into her shoulder, and for the rest of the night after he fell asleep.
#fic: I Found#sweet pea x oc#sweet pea#sweet pea fanfiction#sweet pea fic#sweet pea fan fiction#sweet pea fanfic#riverdale#riverdale fan fiction#riverdale fanfiction#riverdale fanfic#riverdale fic#filler#*#fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic#fic#'slow' burn hate to love#slow burn#hate to love#southside archive
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Final Thoughts on YGTB/The Lineup
... well letâs just jump right into it shall we?
ok.. this show was a waste of time and a waste of all my fucking emotions. the only reason i put up with YGâs bullshit is because I thought team a+jihoon would debut, but yg is too fucking stupid to do that so : )
anyways, letâs get into the reason why this show is trash :)
first of all, the emotional trauma all the boys have been put through?
there are 28 trainees, they all thought that the debut group was going to be 5 members... imagine how stressful and scary that must be for all of them. once they split from their respective teams, they were all heartbroken they were being split from their friends? seriously... what was yg doing breaking such strong teamwork in ALL the teams...
the reason why ikon was, and is, so popular is because of their strong teamwork. people are connected to the bond between the members and it shows when people have been through a lot togetherÂ
moving on, there are literally 13&14 year old kids in this show... like câmon, what i was worrying about at 14 was if my friends had the same lunch as me.. :/ and on top of the trainee life, theyâre forced to be split from all their friends... these poor dudesÂ
AND THE EDITING, OH GOSH THE EDITING
for the ENTIRE show, YG depicted team a as the âbad guysâ. first from when yoonbin and yeongue lost the 2:2 battle. so many people got upset, saying that it was a popularity battle when in reality, they had the smallest gap out of all the teams... hah .Â
they also edited out byounggonâs rap in the Im Not Sorry performance which caused ppl to think that only Seunghun controlled that stage, when in reality, both of them chewed up the stage.Â
im not even going to mention how initially Yoonbin x Keitaâs rap battle was edited out before they were hella popular cuz yg is a fucking snake and there are SO many examples as to which this happened so iâll only name a fewÂ
next, THE FINAL GOING CRAZY PERFORMANCE. the focus was SO obviously on Jaehyuk when Hyunsuk started to rap ... like cameraman... the rapper was Hyunsuk, not Jaehyuk... pls ... also, when jihoon was singing, the cameraman panned to junghwan... i think im starting to predict something :Â Â )
anyways, Doyoung and Jihoon were both edited out of their FINAL PERFORMANCE ON THIS SHOW??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. Doyoung choreographed that dance YET his solo in Earned It was edited out?? and Jihoon was just edited out completely??? i thought we would FINALLY get to hear both of their stunning vocals and ... nothing .... itâs obvious only ygâs favorites gets airedÂ
now, mentioning all of team a+jihoon being mistreated, i kept up with this fucking show because i thought yg was just trying to rile up fans and would debut them later.... I WAS WRONG.Â
all silver boys can either write songs, produce music, and choreograph... yet he chose some members that cant... im not saying that Haruto and Junghwan are untalented, when I think theyâre very good at what they do, but theyre just so young and have so much more room to grow. YG chose these members because of their potential .. but he refused to debut boys who already have honed their potential ... wtf
YG obviously only used Silver Boys as a way to gain popularity for this show, and itâs not sitting well with me. tons of fans have been waiting s o l o n g for these boys to debut, especially last year in the Stray Kids survival show and Mixnine. they had fans who were dedicated and saw their talent, and were waiting for them (i am one myself). and when YGTB was released, it seemed like the perfect show because it had all my favorite boys ! (ok most im looking at you jeonwoong, raesung, and noa)Â
but then yg turns around and pulls this ... this on us...Â
seriously come at me for saying this cuz im going to delete my account soon :/Â
ALSO ive seen so many posts telling Silver Boys stans to like calm down ?? and to not hate on the members... let me get this straight, IM NOT HATING ON THEM. Simply saying someone is too young and inexperienced to debut is NOT hate.Â
Also, yg expected this happen. he knew junghwan (and even haruto) would get hate and backlash and he debuted them anyways... seriously if that isnt the definition of cruel. he just wants to stir up the public and honestly idk if itâs going to work this time since so many people are upset. yg SAW the online voting which, if you didnât know, had 300K votes for the Silver Boys, yet he still didnât choose to debut them... wowÂ
if ygâs target was younger fans... he got them. but im just saying this now, all yg groups have older, more mature fans, and what iâve seen from this fandom is not that. yg just lost a veteran yg stan but he doesnt care does he nowÂ
also , dont console SB fans when youâre just trying to defend your faves. and when i say console, dont say âomg just support the group! you have to stan forever or else youâre fake>:(â like... NO. you actually dont have to stan a group you dont like ??? i have freedom ?? LMAOÂ
plus raesung coming to the final show made all of us VERY emotional and we wanted a happy ending for our boys, and we didnt get one. which obviously crushed us, so just,,, back off for a moment and dont try to make us feel worse about whatâs happening right nowÂ
anyways, yg basically debuted a group with visuals (as of right now) and itâs making me sick. i didnt think he was taking the visuals things seriously but seeing this lineup? he obviously was. and no, im not saying that visuals dont have talent just to be clear. im just saying that there are people who are ânot visualsâ who are just as talented.Â
my predictions for the next three members? Itâs Yoonbin or Hyunsuk, Mashiho, and Jaehyuk. why? theyâre all ygâs favorites and are visuals.Â
im not in the mood for discussion just come in my inbox if youâre going to talk about Silver Boys or about how nice your day was cuz i need to either distract myself or mourn ;-;Â
also the immense guilt that silver boys stans feel right now is uncontrollable... we tried so hard for so long yet our efforts have fallen through... and not only do we have a bond towards our boys, but we have a bond with each other. Us Silver Boy stans have also been through a lot together and when you solo stans were running around, we were getting shit done. we fight for the SB boys and we fight for each other, dont think we are going to stop now <3
#yg treasure box#ygtb#unpopular opinions#also can u just imagine the songs they'll have to sing?#theyll have to be pg because of junghwan and haruto#and im not even talking abt songs abt sex#but like more emotional and deep songs#im srsly... what the fuck#i rly wanted silver boys and then team j to debut for the japan market...#also my thoughts are quite messy as ive been crying all day so cut me some slack
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what i need to say to you, as a fat girl.
iâm going to put it under a cut, not because iâm embarrassed but because i know iâm going to get longwinded and i know some people wonât appreciate a gigantic, lengthy post clogging up their dash. and i get that! thatâs me sometimes too. itâs cool, fam. itâs... itâs a damn novel. iâm not going to lie. iâm sorry it got so long. thereâs a lot of history. but i donât know how else to make it so clear and understandable without going deep. everything in here is exactly what i want known. so... yeah, itâs long.
i just had my yearly gynecological appoint a week ago. she stressed to me that she couldn't be happier with me, even with my weight. my blood work was, she called it, wonderful. my levels are good! iâm not even close enough to pre-diabetic that she felt a need to caution me. iâm healthy, according to my blood, she said. keep doing what iâm doing, she said, based on science and my blood, not my stomach, where all my weight seems to go. i am blessed that my doctor is kind. she knows that i, and others like me, am doing the best i can to find more healthy and nutritional things that work for me (and while i wonât go into it here, i will say that i have a fucked up home life that doesnât make it easy). she knows pcos is fighting me every step of the way on losing weight. but she is proud of me and supports me and when she wants to talk about my weight, that is how she addresses it: with positive suggestions, not shaming me, not guilting me into feeling like iâve done this wrong and disappointed everyone.
yes, i could exercise more. iâm not in shape, but the tests come back that, overall, iâm healthy, but that doesnât seem to matter, because iâm still fat.
it shouldnât be this hard to write. i shouldnât be crying while i write this, but itâs been beaten into me (not literally) since i was a child that iâm not worth it if iâm fat. i went from kindergarten through eighth grade to a very small school (at its largest while i went there, my class had 36 people total) and i lived on the very edge of the district. if a friend wanted to do anything, we had to coordinate with our parents who was going where, whose parents were driving and what time would we get together, what time would someone need picked up, etc. and i was fat. iâve been overweight since the day i was born, coming out at 10 pounds. i wasnât into sports, which was absolutely what this school put almost all of its focus on. i was into art, which was the last thing this school put its focus on. i was quiet, i didnât live in town, i didnât want to play kickball or basketball at recess, i wanted to sit on the swings and draw. i was the weird kid, and i also happened to be the fat kid in my grade. the only fat kid. so i was an undesirable, and i just... got used to it. i will never forget how sick i felt in seventh grade, in the girlsâ locker room after gym one day, when one of the thinnest girls was almost crying about her reflection and how fat she looked. i felt terrible for her, because if she really believed that then that girl needed help, but i also felt absolutely sick and knew i wanted to be annnywhere else but that school with these girls. i was lucky enough that my mom finally agreed to let me go to the school just a hop over the district line for high school. i met the best friend iâve ever had in my whole life. i met other fat kids. i won the art club scholarship when i was a senior. my entire social existence was not predicated on âshe doesnât live here, sheâs an oddball, and sheâs fatâ for the first fucking time.
but i was still fat in high school, and still pretty weird, i wonât lie, so i was still not the girl asked to any dances. i was never invited to any parties. iâm lucky that i wasnât bullied for my fatness. a couple underclassmen punks behind me in the hallway tried one time, but at this point, i had perfected my glare and intimidation voice, so when i stopped, turned around, glared, and dared them to say that one more time, they didnât. i was picked on for my goth aesthetic more than i was my weight, and that was fine. it wasnât my weight, so i could live with it. i had my friends, i had my art classes, i had english and history where the teachers loved me and how good i was at these subjects. but i never had a date. i never had a first kiss. i never had any of this. i was fat, and i was weird. iâm not blaming it all on my physical appearance. everyone is embarrassingly weird as a teenager, i think, and if you werenât then youâre lying.
for varying reasons, i didnât get to go away for college. i went where my parents demanded i go, to a community branch of ohio state, with looming promises of âoh, you can transfer to columbus in a year or two, itâll be fineâ that ended up never happening. it was just like high school all over again. it was so small, and so limited, and so full of the same kind of people iâd been with the last four years already. i was still the fat weird girl. i grew into both of these. i learned to carry them each much better, i started taking theatre classes and auditioning for the plays, i even got the fucking lead in a one season. i was antigone, and i was, for the first time, excited about myself.
it didnât last, though. the theater kids were, contrary to how theyâre depicted so often and what other peopleâs stories have been, mean. so i left it. i never acted on that campus again. and it hurt like a motherfucker when i reminded myself that i gave up like that. but it was easier to do that. it was easier to take myself out of the spotlight than it was to constantly fight and defend my right to have it just like anyone else. now... thereâs a lot of other issues in my life, that iâm not willing to address right now. all of my friends moved a few hours away from me. iâm not exaggerating, though i wish i was. i never ended up leaving. i dropped out of college when my depression was spiraling out of control and i wasnât reeeeally functioning at all. i still live at home, in this close-minded, rural, midwestern place, because iâm terrified of leaving my mother with her depression thatâs much worse than mine has ever been and i have no one in this area at all that i trust enough to be roommates with, and i canât afford living on my own without that crutch. thatâs as far as iâm willing to go. but this-- leaving acting, that i had loved so much-- was really a tipping point into the depression i have struggled with for almost my entire adult life.
and that depression and continued social rejection has really drummed in further i am fat. i have no hope of anyone ever thinking iâm beautiful. no one will ever really be attracted to me. i can fix my face with makeup but i cannot hide my gut, and that will repulse them.
iâm 28 years old and still-- fucking still-- the only time iâve ever been shown romantic interest, was a joke. the only time someone has ever given me their phone number was a goddamn joke. it was at a restaurant, where i wasnât afraid to order what i wanted and enjoy eating it, and i probably looked like a pig. i like food. we kind of need it to survive, and if iâm going to a restaurant with my friends, iâm going to get what i want, what sounds good, and enjoy myself with my friends, not get only a small salad because i have to watch my weight and i have to look like the meek, ashamed fat girl whoâs trying to do better. i donât have to look like anything, for anyone. but for a long time after i realized that number was a joke, i stopped doing all of that. iâd barely eat when we went out. iâd cry about it in the bathroom. iâd cry about it in bed. i cried a lot. and i hated myself. iâve somehow managed to mostly overcome that. but itâs been hard, and let me repeat: i can only say mostly.
so what i really, really need you to know, and this is directed to the tickle community more than it is anyone else right now... this is why, if/when i get suddenly upset about belly tickles; if/when i get very quiet and withdrawn, when my dash is flooded with âidealâ bodies with their cute bellies getting tickled; if/when i get very feet-centric again because, after over a decade of navigating through my kink preferences and finding a place in this community, iâve convinced myself over and over again that âif you keep it focused on your feet, they wonât notice that youâre fat.â which is ridiculous because in online play, nobody has to know that if i donât say anything. but i will know. i will always know, when i present myself in rp as some small, cute, only a little bit chubby girl, that iâm lying.
itâs so hard being fat in such a physical kink. so fucking hard. even the plus size girls in the videos donât look like me. itâs incredibly appreciated, donât get me wrong, and itâs... itâs not even that iâm ~so big. i donât look as heavy as i am. iâve been accused of looking for attention and saying iâm heavier than i really am, when i try to be honest about how much the scale says (which honestly just makes me incredibly paranoid that maybe i have some giant cyst(s) on my ovaries thatâs distending everything and heavy af with a bunch of fluid and crap, as is the hallmark symptom of polycystic ovarian syndrome, but thatâs another essay). but itâs heavy enough to bother me. and that just gets problematic, because itâs not right of me to think âwell, at least iâm not that size,â because the girl that size is having the same struggles as i am, probably.Â
thereâs literally one person iâve ever spoken to that has told me, and i believe truthfully, they think iâm cute and that iâm worth it. and they live in england, thousands of miles away. and he wasnât a âchubby chaser,â and i truly believe he wasnât saying it out of pity. he meant it. but heâs the definition of unattainable.
i need you to understand that you need to be patient with me, if weâre really going to play, because the hardest thing i can do is accept that you donât think iâm disgusting. because at the end of the day, i can be as confident in my personality and my intelligence and my skills as possible, but i will still look down at my stomach, hanging over the waistband of my pj shorts, and i will still think this is disgusting and itâs no wonder iâm alone.
#this has been a post#holy shit#body positivity#i guess it's positivity???#not really#me#i'm not gonna tag tickling or anything because i don't really need the whole of tumblr to see it? just followers
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