#what came afterwards every time and that's why. i'm Not insane i'm just remembering shit again' n

[blackjackkent]

As Rakha reaches the highest point in High Hall, everything inside her head seems to explode.

"YOU. ARE. PERSISTENT."

This close, the brain's voice in her head is like a thunderclap, like a bomb detonating with every syllable. It knocks her to her knees, her body spasming with agony.

"YOU. HAVE. FUNCTION."

The pain eases minutely. She struggles to rise, to think coherently through the barrage of psionic energy. Function?

"LEAVE THEM. JOIN US. WITNESS PERFECTION."

"WITNESS THE GRAND DESIGN."

The contact fades. Rakha draws a shaky, struggling breath, trying to focus. Join us. The brain wants her to betray her friends, to turn her back on the fight. To let the brain consume everything.

No.

She is so tired of voices in her head, of the powers around her trying to control her and use her. She is tired of fighting, tired of destruction, tired of every step forward being a desperate struggle.

She is tired. She cannot submit to another puppetmaster, not again. Not anymore. She is done with that.

It ends here.

She struggles to her feet, and remembers the night before the Bhaalist tribunal, the night the Emperor's mask finally came off. She remembers how it tried to flatter her and tell her what she wanted to hear - because it knew its control over her was slipping.

Does the brain see something to fear here? Is that why it offers an alliance?

She clenches her fists, looking behind her to see if the others are ready. They all stand ranged behind her, eyes, grim, hands gripping their weapons white-knuckled. Gale steps up to her side, meets her gaze squarely.

"Can you feel it?" he says gravely. "We're almost there. Once we ascend the Netherbrain's stem, we'll be in touching distance of the crown. Of reclaiming the powers of Karsus himself." He gives her a sharp nod. "I'm ready. Are you?"

There was a time when Rakha wholeheartedly supported Gale in his quest to claim the power of Karsus from the Crown. But... she is so tired now, so desperate for this all to be over. Gale spoke once of bringing gods down to a level plane with mortals, but lately he has acted as if it is only truly about raising one single mortal, himself, up to godhood.

And she no longer has Bhaal clawing inside her skull, and the other gods can rot for all she cares. She just wants this finished. She just wants it all gone, and peace to follow - for herself and her friends.

"Are you sure you want this crown?" she asks hoarsely. "Look at the damage it's caused."

Gale flinches. "You urged me to this point, and now you falter? What would you have me do, sacrifice myself and hope that Mystra eulogizes my ashes?"

(A/N: Some of the more detailed reactivity in Act 3 has been a little sketchy, so I'm glad that we do get to have Gale call out the fact that Rakha is doing a bit of an about-face on this particular subject.)

No, she thinks wearily. She does not want him to use the orb. They are here to finish this fight with the Netherstones; Karlach has already sacrificed herself for this purpose. They do not need to lose Gale too. But the matter of the crown afterwards...

[PERSUASION] "No. But I see now... the crown is dangerous,"(*) she mutters. "We must make sure it's destroyed."

(A/N: DC30, holy shit. Luckily Rakha's speech scores are insane at this point, but damn. Gale was dug in on this subject.)

Gale scowls. "If you're wrong, we'll have squandered the chance for a better world. You understand that, don't you?" he says coolly.

Rakha doesn't answer, just looks at him steadily. A better world. That was what Bhaal wanted to - only his was soaked in blood. She cannot see so clearly what Gale's would look like - and she finds, abruptly, that she does not much care. She just wants wants this to be finished, she wants her friends to be safe. She wants the voices out of her head.

Gale holds her gaze for a moment, and then smiles wryly, his expression softening. "But... perhaps saving the day will suffice for now. A better world can always follow, so long as we survive."

He hesitates, then nods, glancing past her to the others, then towards the brainstem, the fleshy path leading upward. "So be it. Lead on."

Rakha turns away without speaking, steps toward the stem, reaches out to rest a hand on it.

Pain lashes through her head for a moment, stunning her in place.

It takes every bit of effort she has, all the mental strength honed in holding the beast back day after day after day, to shove the brain's influence away from her. But she manages it, and the pain recedes, her vision clearing.

She sinks her fingers into the soft flesh and begins to climb.

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(*) Changed the line here a little from in-game: "No. But surely you see now how dangerous the crown is?"

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

So, some shit happened a Friday where pretty much, in short terms, like, two of my friend pretty much told me every problem they had with me and my friend group.

It kinds got me pissed off, and what got me mad is when they called me a liar.

So, three years ago is a complete blur. It was a very Traumatic time in my life because I was in inconsistent consistent contact with my abuser and just my mental health was just ass. My mind pretty much blocked out that entire school year except for theater, and even that's a blur.

So apparently, I remembered something wrong, and when shit came up abt it, I talked about how I remembered it. And when I said that year was a blur, one of my friends asked why I would forget something so important. Cuz my brain blocked it out, but anyways.

What really pissed me off is the fact that I'm not seeing one of them til the end of summer, and that day was her last day. It's the fact that they did it on her last day. It's the fact that she chose to end on that note with me.

And when it came to my friends, they mentioned how my crush, who's a close friend of mine, was walking all over me and lacked respect for me. It made me mad because they don't see our complete dynamic fr.

And afterwards, they act like nothing happened.

Nah, fuck that shit.

I'm a bad person with bad thoughts and some may consider insane ideals and morals, so I have to put on some kind of mask just so people don't see me for how I truly am, and so I don't fucking get carried away and lose myself and fall back down into a spiral. But, that single interact is causing causing cracks. I'm terrified on the fact I'm gonna lose everything just because of some bullshit. I hate it when my groups mixed, so I keep y'all separate. Sorry if you feel left out, but that's just how I am. This why I hate having a lot of friends, someone is always upset! Not everyone can be happy, I'm sorry. But I don't know what you want me to do. It's a pre-etablished groul you're entering on and I don't know what you want me to do. I have separate friends for a reason, and you just don't fit and I'm sorry for that. Would I be upset if I were you? Yes, I've been in your spot before. But, that's why I always leave and either be on my own and go to my own group. Not everyone can be included, including me, and I'm sorry for that, but I don't know what you want me to do.

You tell me every problem you have with one of my friends, I'm sorry that happened and I'm sorry you feel that way, but I don't know what you want me to do or say to him. He ain't gonna listen to me

I know I defend my friends for some crazy shit, but you don't know what they symbolize for me. Am I wrong for that? Most likely, yeah.

I'm actually tweaking out, I'm sorry. But cracks are starting form and I feel like I'm going crazy. And don't just ask me if I'm OK since I'm being quiet after y'all just said everything wrong with me. You chose to end on that note with me.

I'm a immortal, jealous, apathetic, two faced lunatic who lacks a single sense of self or self worth. You know this.

[aleksa-sims]

Hi!

First off, I LOVE your story. You’re so strong and every obstacle you over came made you into the beautiful person you are.

Second, I have a question, you don’t have to answer .. but does writing about your life eve trigger old emotions or make you sad during the harder times? I just always wonder how a writer feels when they’re writing their stories esp. when it’s a personal one.

I adore you. 🤍

Hey, friend! 🤗

Thank you sm! This is so sweet! 🤧 💜💜💜 and I apologize for my "long" absence. This week school started and well, was a bit hectic and stressful.

And of course, I’ll answer your question. You can ask me anything!

To your question. When I started with that Simself thing (2 or 3 years ago), I didn’t think anything serious about it. It was just some kind of... gameplay fun?

I remember having Sandra’s Simself in my library. Seeing her Simself made me so sad. I came up with the idea to tell her/our story. By now, most of you few, who still follow my story after all this time, know, that Sandra is no longer with us. 😞 Sandra was a part of my life. We were together all the time. But somehow I couldn’t understand certain things Sandra did or experienced. I'm simply not her! But I will tell what happend to S.! Soon. I just have to.

And the more I started to tell about myself, my family & Sandra, the more... complex it became. And I remember how unpopular Nico was at the beginning.🤭 A nice person here, was even worried about me and my little son. 😬 She knew I was still with him. But I wasn't offended or upset. I understand, some topics are serious and I certainly have often expressed myself incorrectly. My English was totally shitty, bad & embarrassing. 😶‍🌫️🤦‍♀️

Over time, however, I decided to write about my addiction. This was hard! I was ashamed and totally nervous when I first posted it. But I got a very nice message from another Simblr here. She had the same issue and we even become friends. But unfortunately, she is no longer active here on Tumblr. Idk what happend to her? ☹️ Maybe some of you know who I mean?...

Back to the topic: As for my addiction, I noticed that I can write about it without getting/having this ....craving for that drug. I totally forgot after almost 7 years, how it even feels to be high. And do not intend to do this shit ever again!

As for my feelings and emotions, yea, I cried when I told certain things. It made me sad, but I knew the future and this fact made it possible for me, to continue. That I could write about Nico's & my break-up, I only succeeded, because I knew this wasn't our end. He was right next to me, in the room next door, while I was writing about it.

As for Daniel, the whole thing looks totally different. When I started to write about this... triangle thing between Philip, Nico and me, I didn’t want to tell/write about Daniel a little later in the future. I was afraid I’d be considered crazy. I mean, this is insane and also embarrassing, what I have experienced and done with those 3 men. I thought when I started telling you about Daniel and that I even got married to him, nobody would take me seriously anymore. How can I fall in love with 3 different men, in just one damn year? You know? But when I played with Daniel’s Simself, I realized I couldn’t do this to him! 😭 I felt so bad, that I decided to just tell the truth. Even if people don’t take me seriously afterwards or think I’m a lunatic, hidding the truth or changing reality, is just weak and cowardly. Also why I wasn't sure, if I should tell about Daniel is, I was afraid of the feelings I still had for him. I knew, once I remember Daniel and the time with him... my life, my reality, will become complicated. But it was too late anyway. Daniel was already in my mind and heart, before I mentioned him here. And actually last year, I went through a very though time. I was depressed. It was hard for me to write about my life. I just didn’t see any hope. Mainly, because of my illness. My leukemia levels have worsened. As it looked, I had to take a new drug which has very serious side effects. So I got panic attacks again and was afraid to leave our home. The only task I could do alone was to pick up my son from kindergarten. I couldn’t do anything outside our four walls by myself without help, without Nico or someone else by my side. I was just scared...

I decided to continue my story. I thought, if I can do that, I can continue IRL too! The chapter Daniel went on forever. 🥵😔I noticed that I can’t let go of Daniel, neither in Sims nor in my reality. I just wanted to move on and finally close Daniel's & my chapter. But it was hard. IRL I started to withdraw. I didn’t let anyone get to me. All the feelings and emotions that have been triggered by writing my story have made something clear to me. I had to see Daniel! And I swear, seeing him and having him with me, helped me get out of my depression. The darkness that surrounded me faded, thanks to him. ❤️

So yes, writing about my life definitely brought up emotions in me and also opened up old wounds. But some wounds that I thought would never heal, are gone. Just because I told and wrote about it, I was able to reflect on some experiences and conclude with them. Especially my relationship with Nico has become more stable.❤️

Anyway, telling my story taught me one thing! After every difficult, hard life phase, follows a good one. Last year was hell, but I managed to take care of myself and my health. And I also got good news about my illness last month. My leukemia levels stabilized and I didn’t have to change my medication. Even if everything seems hopeless, small miracles can happen. And so that these little miracles don’t fall into oblivion, I write about them. Certainly not perfect and flawless. I am still learning. And I lost a lot of time last year, because I wrote and posted so irregularly, but I hope that I will get better in the future and my posts will be shorter again. 😬

Thank you sm for this ask. You also inspired me to improve my storytelling skills, reading your stories helped me a lot and I love Delilah. I’m always excited when I click on your posts to catch up on Deli’s life.💜🤗

[justheretoreadfanfictions12]

The Love You Want - Part 6

Sleep Token Fanfiction - Hiding

I wake up from blinding sunlight, my head hurts, my throat feels dry, I'm hungover as hell. I close my eyes again listening to the calm breathing besides me. Wait, who is laying next to me? I turn my head. There he lays, covered in my sheets, only wearing his boxers, Jax is sleeping peacefully like he has no worries in life. I spend quite a few minutes just looking at him. Admiring his beauty. Watching his chest move slowly. I feel so close to him but yet so far away. I try to get up without waking him, he still slummers like a baby. I take a shower & get ready for the day, trying to cover up the dark circles around my eyes. I fail at it. I look like I haven't slept all night. Have I slept? I suddenly remember it all. Singing karaoke. Jax making love to me on a bench. Heading back to the club acting like nothing happened. Partying for hours. Getting back to the hotel. Jax heading to his room but knocking on my door 5 minutes later. Showering together. Him holding me in his arms, stroking my hair, kissing my forehead. Just as I get out of the shower to get dressed I hear another knock on my door. "Give me 2 minutes I'm getting dressed" I shout. I quickly grab a pair of black jeans & can't find any shirt, so I ick up Jax's button up shirt & throw it on. Stupid me. I open the door, Dan grins at me. "Seems like you have been up for quite some time yesterday night. I heard "voices" from your room & you are wearing a man's shirt" he says. Shit, his room is next to mine, how could we have been so careless? I blush. He says: "Is the dude still here? I won't tell Ryle, I promise. He might get a little jealous. But more importantly - have you heard from Jax? He normally never sleeps in, he has terrible insomnia & hardly sleeps for like 5 hours every night. He isn't answering his door". Shit. I need to make up a few excuses. I grab my key & leave the room. Jax is still asleep, I feel like nothing could wake him up at this point. Dan said he has insomnia & can't sleep properly but there he is, slumbering, completely unbothered by anything happening around him.

I turn to Dan after closing the door. "We will never talk about this ever again, you hear me? You never heard a man in my room. I never wore a man's shirt. This didn't happen. Please." I beg. He smirks, visibly amused by my embarrassment. He looks me up & down, suddenly his eyes widen. "This shirt, I have seen it before. Iris, who is the man in your room?" he asks. I feel my stomach turn, no, I won't let this happen. "I have no idea what you are talking about, it's a black shirt & the man in my room is a stranger I met at the hotel bar when I went down to grab a snack cause I was hungry when we came home." I say, praying that we will buy it. He looks at me, then starts laughing. "For a second I thought you were sleeping with Jax. That would be insane, it's pretty much impossible." he says. "Why is that impossible?" I ask, immediately regretting my question, I need to shift the conversation away from Jax, not talk about him even more. He shakes his head. "Man, Jax is a special type of human, he just doesn't seem to be interested in women. Not that he's gay or something like that. He just really doesn't care about dating or sex. I have watched countless women try. He was genuinely uninterested in them all." he responds. I feel something in my jump. I made the unapproachable man not only sleep with me but stay in my bed afterwards. Then I quickly snap back to reality. "Oh wow, that sounds boring!" I say. "I haven't seen Jax since yesterday evening when we all came back to the hotel. Maybe he's out for a walk or something. The tour seems to be stressing him quite a lot." I say, hoping it sounds realistic & unbothered. "This man will be the death of me one day, he drives me crazy." Dan says. Same, he will be my death too, he drives me even crazies than Dan could ever imagine. "I need to get back into my room & make this man disappear now." I say. Dan laughs again. "Was he this bad? Really?" he asks. Oh, if he would only know how good Jax was. If he would only know what his touch feels like. "Yeah." I say & grab my keys. "Good luck finding Jax, I'm sure he will be back soon." I say & unlock my door. Back in my room I sigh, banging my head against a wall, hoping it would bring my stupid mind back to reality, not getting myself stuck in situations like this ever again. I hear a soft chuckle, then Jax says in his even deeper morning voice: "Good morning my love, I have no idea what you are doing but you look cute wearing my shirt". I look at him angrily. "Dan was just here questioning what I was doing last night, almost recognized your shirt on me & asking me where you are cause he can't find you." I say. Jax laughs even more. I haven't seen him laugh this much in the span of a few minutes ever before. "I guess you lied your way out of that situation & saved our asses from getting caught, right?" he asks. I nod. "It was HARD. Very hard. I'm not even fully awake yet & now we need to get you ut of here without anyone noticing," I say. He gives me a sing to get into bed with him. I sit down next to him, he grabs my hand & says: "I haven't slept this deeply in a while now. I guess whenever I can't sleep I'll have to visit you in your room". I can't believe this man who normally is the most serious person on earth is joking about this. "Leo, this was close. Dave almost realized you were the man in my room. We need to be more careful." I say. He just shrugs his shoulders. "You're right, I know, I just loved every second of last night & I want to do this over & over again." he says. We somehow manage to get him out of my room & into his room to get ready for breakfast.

At the breakfast table Dan smirks at me every time our eyes meet, he's such a child sometimes. When Ryle gets up to grab more coffee, Dan quickly says: "Iris had a man in her room last night, I heard them. Don't tell Ryle though". What an idiot. Alex looks at me surprised, then bursts out a loud laugh. Jax just smiles, he looks satisfied. "Well, I hope he gave you a good time." Jax says. I blush. I can't even look at him. Alex keeps pushing me too. "Tell us more!! How was he?" he asks. I sigh, rolling my eyes at Dan for exposing me. "He was great, truly great. Good guy. Very handsome. Knows how to use his package properly. And he's biiig, like really big. Huge would be a better description. He tastes really good as well." I say. Jax chokes on his coffee. I quickly glance at him & can't believe what I'm seeing. He is blushing. His face turns red. Alex starts laughing like crazy. Dan just nods & says: "Great, I'm happy for you. At least one of us had an exciting night". If he only knew..

We spend the day getting to the concert hall, checking everything out, setting up the stage & doing sound checks. The boys play a few songs. After there are done we all head backstage where Ryle pulls me aside. "Iris, I need to talk to you real quick." he says. Oh shit, I almost forgot that not only one band member wants to fuck me, but two. I smile at him. "What's up?" I ask. He looks nervous. Then he asks: "I just wanted to invite you for a nice dinner, just you & me. Maybe tonight?". I'm not prepared for this. I look for Jax's eyes, when mine meet them I give him a sign to help me. He quickly walks towards us. "Iris, I need you for a second. Work stuff." he says. "Of course." I answer, relieved that he is saving me. I quickly say to Ryle: "Let's talk about this later!" & follow Jax. "He wants to take me out. For a date. A real date. What should I do?" I ask Jax. He looks at me with a totally new expression on his face. It's a mix of anger, jealousy & worry. "I can't bare the thought of anyone else touching you. You belong to me. I belong to you. Your touch is holy. You cure me. I cannot watch another man try to receive the same as you give me". he says calmly. His words are so angry, yet his voice is so soft. I throw my body against his, kissing him passionately. As soon as his lips are on mine, there is no holding back. Jax quickly locks the door of the small office we are in. He picks me up & carries me to the desk. He pulls up the dress I have thrown on before we left the hotel, pushing my panties aside, but he doesn't touch me, he starts kissing my neck, my chest, then he dips his head between my thighs, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs, biting my skin, then finally giving me what I long for. He starts softly licking his tongue over my most sensitive spot. He nibbles, sucks, bites, making me lose every ounce of control over my body. He whispers: "You taste so good, I want to stay between your legs forever. But you need to be quiet for me. Shut that pretty little mouth". I nod, trying to not make a sound. It's hard to not scream his name, so I whisper it. "Jax, you are killing me, this feels so good!". Just as I'm close to cumming he stops. The next second his body is pressed on top of mine, he breathes heavily, filling me out completely. He moves slowly, very slowly. His hands are around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips are on mine. He pulls them away, which feels like he has taken my biggest treasure away from me. Then he looks into my eyes while still fucking me slowly & says: "I was made for you. I was born to be by your side. I was crafted to be buried deep inside of you. You finally gave me the piece that was missing form my purpose." then he crashes his lips back onto mine. Tears roll down my cheeks as he makes me cum. The mix of his beautiful words & passionate thrusts is something I have never experienced before. He presses his forehead against mine as he finishes seconds after me. We don't dare to move, never wanting this moment to pass, when we hear a bang on the door.

"Why the hell is this door locked, what are you guys doing?" Dan shouts. Shit, not Dan again. He's already suspicious from what happened this morning, now Jax & me are locked in a room together. Jax sighs, visibly annoyed by the interruption. He pulls himself away from me, leaving me feel empty. Quickly pulling his pants up, giving me a quick kiss on my lips & whispering "Fix your hair real quick, you look like you just got laid". Then he opens the door. I sit on the chair in front of the desk, the room is a mess, stuff that had been on the table are spread across the room, pens rolling around, papers on the floor, this situation isn't good. Dan comes in, looks Jax up & down, then he says: "I don't know what you guys are doing but please be careful. Don't get distracted, Jax. We need you. By the way there's lipstick all over your chest & neck, don't try to trick me. You were the guy in Iris' room last night, am I right? Are you stupid enough to risk what we all have for sex? Really, Jax? Nothing against you, Iris, but this man is incapable of loving, he said it himself. He never experienced love. You guys could go around fucking literally everyone, why choose your work colleagues?" Suddenly Jax clenches his fists. I have never seen this look on his face. Pure anger. He steps towards Dan, grabbing him by his shirt, pulling him closer to his face. "Don't you dare say I could just fuck anyone. You know I can't. You know I'm risking my reputation, my music, my whole life by doing this. I never felt the need to get close to a woman before I laid my eyes on her. She brought me back to life. The first time I heard her voice, I questioned everything I ever thought about love. The first time I touched her, I spent the night praying for forgiveness, but I couldn't stop. I tried, Dan, you know I did. You know I have sold my body & mind to my music. To our brotherhood. You guys know how much you mean to me, you are my life. But she is what I was made for apart from music, she makes the blood in my veins feel warm again. I was literally frozen until she warmed me up." he says. Tears falling from his eyes. His body shakes as Dan pulls him in for a hug. They just stand there hugging each other for minutes, not saying a single word. Then Jax steps back, wiping his face, planting a kiss on Dan's forehead. "I love you my brother" he says. Dan wipes his face too, both are crying. "I love you too, more than anything." he says. Then he looks at me, simply nodding & saying: "His love is my love, Iris. Welcome to the family." then he turns around, wanting to leave. He looks back at Jax & says: "I never saw anything, my mouth is shut until you choose to speak for yourself." then he walks away.

[killian-whump]

(I wanna preface this with a trigger warning for mentions of rape) Hey, I was scrolling through my twitter feed and saw some people being nasty about season 7 (and the cast) but something that stood out to me was the fact that there's a couple of people who are accusing Wish!Hook/Rogers of being a r*pist and accusing him of admitting to it. I'm currently rewatching s7 and was wondering if there was something I missed, either explicitly or implicitly stated 😅

OH MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Are these people STILL going on about that shit???

I’m going to fucking rant about this for a bit, so hit the jump. Or don’t.

Okay, refresher for Nonny and those who are new to this ShitShow:

A bunch of people decided to opt out of S7, because Emma Swan was no longer going to be on the show. Now, not watching a show after your fave character/actor leaves it is absolutely understandable. There’s nothing wrong with it. However, hate-watching that show, campaigning for it to be cancelled, attacking the actors, writers, show-runners and crew who are continuing to work on that show or join the show after your fave’s departure... That’s all completely shitty (and absolutely batshit CRAZY) behavior. There is NO excuse for it. Ever.

And that segment of batshit crazy assholes is who we’re talking about here.

Now, most of these motherfuckers haven’t even watched S7. They base their crazy-ass opinions on synopses of the episodes, and heresay from their similarly sanity-impaired friends. So most of the time, it’s useless to counter their rantings with facts and canon interpretations. They’ll simply repeat, “Well, my friend Janet said it, and I believe her.” or some other nonsense.

So. With all of that in mind, Episode 2 of Season 7 re-introduced Wish Hook to viewers and revealed that he was Detective Rogers, set up Emma as his “savior” as a respectful nod to the idea of every Hook being “destined” to be saved by Emma Swan, and also established his primary and singular drive as a character - reuniting with his daughter. THOSE were the main points of the episode.

However, the fuckwits I spoke about above decided to focus, not on any of the important aspects of the episode, but on his cockamamie plot to score a True Love’s Kiss from Emma in order to cure his poisoned heart. The plot entailed using magic to de-age himself, returning to Storybrooke with Regina, getting a kiss from Emma to cure said heart, then returning to his own Enchanted Forest to reunite with Alice. It is this last part that the nutters refuse to believe. They prefer to believe that Hook intended to stay in Storybrooke, take over OG Hook’s entire life, and in so doing - engage in sex with Emma under the pretense that he is “her” Killian. And that is where the rape claim comes in.

Now, for those of us who actually watched the show, it’s painfully (and embarrassingly, for those nutters) obvious that Wish Hook would never have stayed in Storybrooke for even a second longer than necessary after curing his heart (or finding that his plot didn’t work). His entire impetus as a character was to reunite with Alice, his daughter. Remaining in Storybrooke, a realm far away from where his daughter even IS, and maintaining the charade of being someone else, someone without said daughter, and bothering to keep up that pretense... doesn’t suit his character’s main goals whatsoever. It’s ludicrous to think he would. It’s literally insane and one has to be awfully dedicated to besmirching the show and the character to even maintain it.

And yet, they do. Their ONE “ace in the hole” is that they managed to get one of the writers (Adam Horowitz, I believe) to answer a question about what Wish Hook intended to do with his plan with an admission that Wish Hook intended to take over Hook’s life. Now, I’m gonna come right out and say it: That answer, regardless of who it came from, also doesn’t fit the narrative of S7 or Wish Hook’s main drives as a character. And I’m also gonna say that sometimes even the people who should know best about a show don’t... and also, sometimes people mis-speak or are trying to emphasize one thing (in this case, how “bad” Hook was going to be to get what he wanted, and how “in need” he was of Emma’s saving him and setting him right) instead of the more important thing (that these fuckers had no interest in Wish Hook’s redemption and only wanted to bait Adam into saying something they could use as “proof” of their claims).

But regardless, it’s the ONE thing they have to “back up” their insanity, and they use the fuck out of it. Mind you, these same people will summarily throw out any and all claims that there wasn’t rape involved or intended there as factually incorrect, regardless of where they come from. Instead, they will simply trot out that ONE well-worn screencap yet again and insist, as always, that they are right and Everyone Else is wrong.

So... Long story short, it’s absolute apeshit, and the people who argue it’s true are so asinine and obsessive that they’re not worth arguing with. You can’t change their minds or make them see sense, because they desperately want to cling to their belief that S7 Is Bad and Wish Hook Is Bad and that they were/are right to boycott, campaign against the show, and attack those who took part in creating it, because it is clearly Bad and does Bad Things. This is also the entire basis of their claims that Wish Hook, Rogers, and S7 itself are “triggering” to them and deeply disturbing. They use this claim to try to essentially erase S7 from existence by complaining whenever the S7 exclusive actors are involved in “Once” events, or whenever S7+ actors refer to S7 events or Wish Hook, himself. Colin has even been directly accused by these assholes of “approving” of rape and being “insensitive” to his fans by wearing clothing he got from Rogers’ wardrobe to conventions. It’s absolutely batshit, toxic, and rude.

I suspect this is all rearing its ugly head yet again because Jen is scheduled to appear at Enchanted 3, and some of these crazies (who are all Jen fans, incidentally) are already trying to get Starfury to not invite anyone who exclusively starred in S7. Which, considering the only other announced star is Tiera Skovbye, I sincerely wish them all the luck in the world with XD But regardless, the SANE fans are all pretty much telling them, “Hey, what? That’s rude? Why are you being a dick?” and I’m assuming the jerks quickly resorted to “but rape is bad!” arguments to derail all the legit complaints about their shitty-ass behavior.

SO! My advice to you, Nonny, and to everyone else... is to mute those assholes and not engage with them in any way, shape or form. Like the comments of those poor fools who try, because their hearts are in the right place, even if their brains are doomed to be scrambled by the illogical reaches they’re about to be subjected to. It’s good to show support for the sensible people in our fandom(s). But I don’t recommend actually engaging with them, yourself. They’re hateful, toxic people... and your entire life will be better off for steering clear of them. Also, there’s only about 10-20 of them in their entirety, so once you weed them out and mute them, it’s like they don’t even exist.

And, hopefully, if they’re ignored by enough people for a long enough time, they’ll move on to something else. I guess that hasn’t happened yet, but here’s hoping it happens eventually. If not for our sake, then for Jen’s. I can’t imagine getting a reputation for having fans who literally harass and stalk her co-stars, employers and even people who simply continue to work on a project after she voluntarily leaves it will actually help her career at all.

Don’t get me wrong here, working with Jen on Once was a huge step up for Colin’s career... but the crazies in her fandom are literally following him into his next projects, naysaying them, criticizing and insulting him, attacking his fans for supporting him and his projects, and insisting that nothing Colin does will ever be as good as the work he did with Jen... and that’s just fucking NUTS. And it’s not limited to Colin. Remember the fervor when Josh Dallas dared to call another actress his “Tv Daughter”? Yeah, that was charming. If this keeps up, it won’t be long before Jen’s earning herself a reputation for being “lovely to work with, but comes with a cloud of toxic fans who will make her co-stars sorry they worked with her for YEARS afterwards.” And, I mean, color me weird if you want to, but I think that’s generally NOT a good plan.