#when I’m the only one in the tags cuz I have everyone blocked

[ashsostrange]

I'm honestly surprised at the amount of people who are still supporting him.He's got his little ((whats left of them at least)) fan base wrapped around his fingers.

“ He’s a minor he cant think for himself, his brain ain't developed!!” “ You don't know what it's like for him at home!” my fav so far “y'all are ablest and racist!! Yall don't care about black people!”

Bitch no one gives a fuck that he is black!! Motherfucker is telling people/threatening to eat glass to get away from what he's said to people. Calling someone out for gaslighting and trying to manipulate people with that shit ain't racist. Also using self diagnosis and laying about taking pill that will “get you high” as a way to get out of all his call outs. This is the stupidest shit I have seen while being on tumblr for the past three or so years like damn!!💆🏾‍♀️

perioddd!! lemme talk my shit again

i honestly giggled when his bf tried to say “y’all hate black people” when pretty much everyone speaking on him is black. why would i do that bc he’s black?? i’m black, not to mention a darskin girl. do with that info what you will.

ppl wna make us seem like bullies so bad. this isn’t just about what happened w catty, hell, it’s hardly about her at all! it’s ab his behavior in general. it’s inappropriate! if he would’ve just owned up, there wouldn’t have been a problem. i’m not obsessed w this nigga, i don’t care to go out of my way to make a post ab him everyday. he’s the one who escalated this further. he only wants us to “mind our business” when we’re not coming for his neck.

ab his mental health, if he doesn’t have a real diagnosis, he needs to not claim mental illnesses like that, but rather acknowledge that something is wrong with him. if you make a mistake, you need to not blame every damn thing on your said mental illness. if anything it’s a justification, but never an excuse. take the initiative to look at yourself and decide if you’re in the right headspace to be on the internet or not. i struggle with mental health, but not in the way he allegedly does. if ik i’m not in the right headspace for something, i step away. he needs to do that. and invest in a diary.

i genuinely don’t know why people are defending him when he did this to himself. if woulda stopped riding my dick like beyoncé rode that surfboard, then maybe we wouldn’t be here right now. accountability isn’t a bad thing. we’ve all made mistakes. i know i’ve made many, it’s about how you address them that matters.

i was literally defending his lame ass when he was sending inboxes as an anon to cause more mess between these two girls. yao was saying he was behind the anon and obv i didn’t believe her bc it wasn’t making sense to me at the time, and there was no real way to prove it. but then he started sending her hella inboxes and tagged all his mutuals saying “war has begun” a whole day later. when i tell you i showed one of my bsfs that post and we LAUGHEDD 🤣🤣🤣 nigga this is tumblrrrr, not a battlefield! from that day i’ve been watching him lmao. didn’t wna say anything about his behavior until i gathered more info cuz i’m not a mean girl (and didn’t want his army bombarding my inbox), but this is ridiculous.

and i’m so glad lia dmed me one day so we could discuss his weirdness. we literally played his ass and he didn’t know. bro was sending her msgs talking ab “i liked your new fic, but you blocked me” and he was the only one she had blocked recently. he sent so many hateful msgs under anon after that, nd he was reblogging it acting like it wasn’t him like… ok weird nigga.

i’m not ableist or “racist” (i’m literally fucking black!) fuck i gotta b ableist for? i’m the last person to rock w any kind of tomfoolery, and all my mutuals and irls know that. i’m unapologetically me on this blog. what you see is who i am.

“he’s a minor!!” so are the rest of us dealing with his bs bro. i’m literally SIXTEEN 😭

like i said, in most situations, if multiple people (with good morals) are telling you that you’re wrong, you can’t be right. i was never disrespectful with him to begin with. you get disrespectful with me, i get disrespectful with you. don’t care who you are ✌️like thank yewww

[woniverse-writes]

Some of my pet peeves in fanfiction (sharing this because I can and I’m bored)

these are just my opinions. If you disagree, frankly I don’t care but these are things that annoy me. I’ve read a lot of fanfiction in the last few years, so this is just what my taste has developed into. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions though, so these are just things that I PERSONALLY don’t like when reading fics.

(This is kinda long. sorry lol)

Tagging unrelated subjects

If I search something for Bada Lee, I don’t wanna see something about Jam Republic

Unless both of them are in the post, then duh

I don’t care if I like both of them, I’m searching for a specific thing so why would I want to find something else

And I mean specifically if I look up one person, and I’m met with a post for someone else, but the person I’m searching for is still tagged for no reason

I don’t care if you’re trying to get reach, I think it’s annoying

ESPECIALLY if you’re tagging someone or something that’s completely unrelated

I’ve literally blocked people for saying they do it for reach- sorry but you’re really fucking annoying

Poorly written conflict

Fight scenes coming out of nowhere especially physical fights

I just read a fic where the reader slapped the person for no reason, like- girl wtf

And another one where the person it was about showed up out of nowhere and punched this person and knocked them out because they were jealous

Like- I get it, it’s all fake, but can we be a little realistic please 😭

This one feels a little mean, but poor grammar

If it’s once every now and then it doesn’t bother me, cuz even native speakers mess up their own language

But constantly using the wrong tense or spelling of a word really makes it hard for me to immerse myself

But again that’s just me personally

Misspelling and idols name

Girl I’m sorry but how are you gonna write about someone and not know how to spell their name correctly🧍‍♀️

Google is free babe

Changing the POV every other sentence

It throws me off so bad when I’m reading and the reader is referred to as “she/he/they” and then it suddenly switches up to “you” like- just pick one and stick with it plz

And don’t even get me started me started with first person povs- I will simply not read it, I’m sorry

Rushed relationships

Especially when it comes to enemies to lovers

I hate, hate, HATE when the pairing will meet each other and then be romantically involved like a week later

Or specifically in enemies to lovers, they hate each other for three years, and then the second they show one tiny ounce of anything other than hatred, the reader has forgotten everything

Again it’s just not realistic to me and it makes it hard for me to enjoy

Fluffy language

Like- over describing things and making it try to seem so much more descriptive

Or when coming up with nicknames

Unless it’s written satirically and meant to be cringy and weird on purpose, I can’t stand it

It just makes me cringe and I literally will not finish reading

Smut written but people that have no idea what they’re talking about

If you’ve never read smut, you probably shouldn’t write smut

Unless you’ve like- had sexual experiences

I’m just really picky with smut specifically

I’ve just read (and not finished reading) so many fics written by people that are either clearly underage and trying to sound like they’re adults, or from people that sound like they’re trying too hard

I promise you- we don’t need the 12 different descriptors of how the pussy feels in one sentence

Not understanding the person/character you’re writing about

I get this more if you’re doing a request for someone and you maybe don’t know them as much

But if you’re a fan of a group or show, how are you not gonna know the person you’re writing about…

Like just missing key factors in their personality

OR

zeroing in on ONLY certain factors of their personality and throwing away the rest of it

Some big ones I notice are people not knowing how to write for Ni-ki from enhypen and Hao from zerobaseone

[gorogues]

it-is-i-zim said: Hi, I have autism and I need people to leave tone indicators so that I understand how this are. From my perspective they were misunderstanding the situation and I only simply explained how the Suicide Squad works. Cuz that’s how the Suicide Squad works. If they try to go home, they’re head blows off. I literally do not see the problem with this. It’s literally explained in canon like this on multiple occasions.

it-is-i-zim said: This might just be my opinion, but it’s kinda ableist to assume that everyone is capable of understanding a joke you leave on a public post and don’t leave a tone indicator and then get bent all out of shape because someone simply just… Didn’t understand that it was meant as a joke.

it-is-i-zim said: And on top of that, come to me directly if you have a problem. Like… I’m not going to learn anything if someone I don’t follow vague posts about me and then blocks me when I don’t respond. Hey, maybe, I don’t know, fucking talk to me about it. I don’t follow anyone here. I just check the Captain Boomerang tag, man.

it-is-i-zim said: Not that it even matters cuz they’re not going to see this since I’m blocked

it-is-i-zim said: If someone had just come to me and said hey I felt those comments were rude I literally would have just deleted them. Plain and simple. No one told me anything. I don’t follow anyone here. I literally had my friend go through their blog to find a vague post about the situation while I went through the comment log to even have a goddamn clue what’s going on. If you have a problem with me come to me directly. It solves things much faster and I’ll actually know to begin with

Okay, I understand -- as it happens, both Katze and I are autistic too. I suspected you might be as well, that's why I didn't get angry at you. She and I have known each other a long time and we both have a long history of being bullied and publicly humiliated in our youth so I figured she'd be upset about your comments even though I was pretty sure you didn't mean any harm -- and obviously you didn't. You are welcome here.

I'm sorry that other user left shitty bigoted comments about you, which were completely unacceptable and that person is now blocked. You didn't deserve any of that, and I hope you're okay.

purplecyborgnewt said: Hey, random homophobic visitor who wishes death on people - your behavior isn’t welcome here.

No it isn't. That person is blocked now, and I'll be reporting them to Tumblr. Thank you for speaking up!

[familylightfox]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

NAME:  Mog

PRONOUNS:  he/him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  Discord is your best bet cuz I at least get notifications there

NAME OF MUSE(S): I have Volt and Harmony, and their different AU versions (Light & Gibbous or 14 & 30). I also write occasionally Harmony’s teammates Tangle, Whisper, and Buddy but they’re not full members of the blog

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  Lets just say I’ve been rping in different platforms since 2004 and leave it at that.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:   AIM, ICQ, MSN Messenger, forums, IIRC chatrooms, Skype, Tumblr, Discord... You get the idea. I’ve been around the block more times than I can really recall  

BEST EXPERIENCE: Getting to become friends with so many people on this site. Some of which I would consider family at this point. 

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Not trimming or tagging posts is a pretty big one. I’m on mobile 90% of the time and the app crashes if people don’t keep their posts trimmed.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: All of the above. I have a sideblog for the smut part but I love to write it all. 

PLOTS OR MEMES: I’m all for winging it when it comes to writing with maybe a bit of plotting but I’m not one to reblog a lot of memes. Part of that might be because I am usually used as a meme source instead of having people interact and it’s disheartening.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  I prefer long replies. I like to be a bit descriptive and if someone only gives me a one liner, I struggle to respond more often than not. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE:  It’s night for everyone else, but since I work nightshift, it could be considered afternoon to me. ;p

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  A bit. They kinda have my fuck around and find out attitude and they won’t take someone’s shit. But I think Volt is probably a bit friendlier than I am. 

tagged by:  Stole it

tagging: Anyone seeing this who hasn’t done it and feels like filling it out. 

[firecrackerhh]

I’m bored, let’s look at dumb anti bullshit.

A leech? Do you expect her to fucking animate every single little thing? If you call her that it makes it sound like she’s doing no work at all, when she’s the fucking director and she probably has far more work on her plate than any of the people who bitch about her. Being a director isn’t all puppies and rainbows yknow?

Young impressionable artists…ok I’m gonna assume they’re talking about the animators…like you know that there are seasoned animators working on her projects right? It’s not ALL new artists, “taking advantage” yeah it’s called getting hired for your work, Christ these people act like Viv is a fucking slave driver, shut the fuck up.

I’m sensing projection here. Like do I have to explain why this is retarded? If you get conservative vibes from Viv I think you have some shit to work through.

Yeah the Russian’s right.

You were a fucking CHILD whining about an ADULT CARTOON and how “immature” it is when it’s beyond clear you have no maturity yourself? Holy fuck dude.

You don’t like that it made YOU a MINOR uncomfortable??? Bitch tf you even talking about Hazbin for, this shit isn’t for you, GTFO.

Why tf do children insist on being in adult spaces, fuck off. Do your homework.

I’m sorry the only response I can come up with is this.

-this person.

You’re in fucking HIGH SCHOOL making shitty callout posts on people who post correctly tagged gore and NSFW on their own personal blog (legit they made a google doc on some rando just because they made them feel uncomfy, the evidence they had was nothing, even the comments of said post with the google doc attached are like “dude go outside”

Motherfucker also made a google doc of every “Viv stan” like you are aware how much of a loser you are right?

Blocked out the names cuz I think these people deserve some privacy.

Lmfao I wonder if I’m on there. Probably not, I’m not popular on here.

Like this is such fucking loser shit, like boo hoo, hazbin fans are just sooooooo terrrriiibbbllllleeee bitch go the fuck outside.

I think people like this shouldn’t be allowed to have internet access until they actually grow the fuck up cuz all people like this do is make shit worse for everyone else.

“But they’re a MINOR! Why are you being so meeeeaaaaannnn????” Bitch when I was in high school I wasn’t a quarter as retarded as this fucking dumbfuck, if I knew better at their age then so should they. It’s not like they’re incapable of change, they’re just clearly still mentally 14 when they’re a senior in fucking high school, god help us.

They’re probably close to 18 anyway, so that criticism is kinda dumb, what, we can’t criticize 18 and 19 year olds now? Bitch please.

May as well be a minor, they sure have the mentality of someone who has some catching up to do in the maturity department, Christ. I’m far from mature but at least I don’t morally grandstand about adult fucking cartoons that I’m clearly not emotionally mature enough about to speak on in any capacity.

I hate children dude lmao.

I don’t care if they’re children invading adult spaces or emotionally immature childish 25 year olds, I can’t stand them both.

I’m starting to think children should be seen and not fucking heard. Because all I’m hearing from them is whining.

The only one who should be allowed to complain is me because my opinions are the only correct ones.

That was a joke for those who are sarcastically impaired.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

[ruminate88]

Changed after emotional abuse?

In my 20’s, I am a huge believer in love and the power of it. I had a crush on this guy Jesse for 10 years and had my first boyfriend, Stewart, when I was 18. At this point I’m single now. I had a following on Twitter of a little over 900 people. I did a live webcam every night and talked with people from alllll over the world. Italy, Australia, Brazil, Canada and of course, America. I had friends alll over at that time but had only met 1 of them in person. It wasn’t uncommon for me to meet a new stranger and talk to them 1 on 1.

That’s when I met Jake 😳😳😳 Jake asked to private message so we did 1 on 1 and talked the entire night. He asked could we call each other the next night and I said sure. (I was being friendly as I had done to everyone I met and I was beyond nice and supportive to ALL my followers) okay so Jake was 4 hours behind me so we had to talk very late. We talked yet again and I had NO IDEA Jake was mirroring me. 🥴😨😳 we had everything in common and he made me feel understood and seen. We continued to talk on the phone and as he sends me selfies, I am not attracted to him 😝 it’s hard to tell him that. I liked his personality tho AT FIRST. Eventually he’s pushing for a relationship and starts to love bomb me. I try to get him to FaceTime and he has excuses like, “my camera phone is broken” AND “I lost my apple I.D login” 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jake must’ve thought I was sooo stupid. I knew he was lying and it bothered me he wouldn’t FaceTime OR Skype. (Said he doesn’t have Skype on his computer ) but I knew everyone does!!! So I felt he was hiding his identity (boy was I ever right) Jake at one point got me to say “I love you” cuz he was pushing so hard AND love bombing me. He did take a photo of his hand with my name written on it and a heart with it… so, if you can send a pic of your hand, you can FaceTime too! What’s the problem?? Jake pushed me sooooo hard to be his “girlfriend” but I was reluctant and uneasy. I did like him overall, just didn’t find myself attracted to his selfies. He had to know that is why he was so pushy.

Jake was VERY controlling and critical but also was always always there…..: every time I’d get my heart broken, Jake was there to talk me through but was also very jealous. He said rude things over cody and Andrew. He tried to make feel bad for dating Andrew. Years off and on I would block Jake then somehow he would get me to unblock him and we were “friends” …. The first time I blocked Jake, he retaliated and posted allll my private nudes on Twitter. He made a fake account of me was tagging alllll of my 900 followers 😭😭😭

My followers were upset at me and began to tell me off for sending my photos like that to them and were all unfollowing me. After I had built such loving and supportive connections. I worked so hard to build friendships and they were being destroyed in 1 shot 😭😭😭😭 all thanks to “Jake”. Eventually he got me to unblock him and he apologized and said he’s sorry he did that to me but when I accused him of being a catfish, he got mad… wow.

after Jake exploited me, I met Cody and I was obsessed with Cody and he claimed he was obsessed with me… when we talked, it was just him and I. I still had most of my followers not all of them but I stopped doing the live webcams and wasn’t talking to my followers as much 😭 after Cody ghosted me, I’m pretty much numb, isolated and cold. I lose that Twitter account for the most part and started a new following on Instagram but it wasn’t the same and I didn’t even have half the followers I did on Twitter.

I met Andrew 5/6 months after cody and we were together for over a year. After Andrew, I try to keep a following going on Instagram but it’s hard cuz I trust people less and less.

eventually I stopped posting on Instagram especially when I found out my friend Bri died and I slowly pushed my friend emily away. At some point I try to make a following on TikTok but all I wanna do is talk about Cody and Andrew and it concerns me. I believe they’re toxic and don’t know why 🥴 eventually my TikTok fyp is nothing but videos about emotional abuse 😤 I learn so much at once and I stopped making TikToks!!!! I felt the drive to share my story but I don’t quite understand it.

the more I’ve learned about emotional abuse, the more I’ve pushed the world away and don’t trust anybody 😔😭❤️‍🩹 I currently have Jake and Andrew blocked but Cody ghosted me so but I always feel they’re watching me from a far off. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 it’s creepy.

I want to be the person I was before when I was so outgoing and friendly but I can’t because now I know people can pretend and wear a mask with you. It’s never going back to the way it was 😔❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[sunnist4rs]

Intro Post

Hiya, welcome to my blog!! You can call me Sunni, that’s not my real name but I know people can get pretty crazy when it comes to politics so I’m not comfy using my main username for this blog right now. I’m a teenager so I’m still working out where I stand morally and politically so keep in mind that my views can and will change frequently.

I grew up in Australia until recently when I moved to Spain however my family and I have been planning/preparing our whole lives to live here. I identify as Hispanic as I am pretty involved in the culture and community. If you believe that this label doesn’t apply to me because of my genes that’s fine, it’s your opinion but this country means a lot to me so this is how I identify.

This intro is pretty out of date (I now identify as a radfem) so please keep that in mind while reading.

Blog Purpose:

Now onto the nitty gritty stuff; this blog is for politics keep in mind since I’m not American I of course don’t know lots about their policies. But, I know on the internet the political climate is heavily influenced by what happens in that country so I try my best to understand/keep up to date with American politics, at least the basics.

My political background:

My family and I grew up huge liberals, we used to watch pride on the TV/irl every single year for as long as I can remember. However last year my mum started to become more radical feminist in here beliefs, I remember I’d defend the trans movement with all the same stupid talking points until eventually I started watching more YouTube channels like Acheeto (I was already a fan of him for a while cuz I found him really funny even though I disagreed with him).

For a while my beliefs aligned pretty well with those displayed in a Think Before You Sleep video. Now, I’m sort of torn because my mum is radfem and I naturally want to stand with her but then I’m also still an anti 4th wave feminism. So I’m not sure where I sit with that topic but in general I stand with her.

On this account I’m gonna probably gonna reblog a good amount of TERF stuff even though I’m unsure if I stand with all their opinions. I hope people from that community aren’t gonna be judgemental of me just because I’m not 100% with them right now as I do agree with a lot of what they say.

Some opinions:

The topics I am sure on my stance with are mostly facts>feelings things such as;

Obesity isn’t genetic it’s caused by an over-eating disorder, if you want to maintain a healthy weight you have to deal with the addiction, then make sure you eat healthy food and exercise (both these things are so much fun and so amazing i guarantee it’s easier than you think).

Being transexual is a mental disorder and I feel so bad that you have to deal with that. To people like Blare White, I love you. But, to the many trans people who spread misinformation and gr00m kids into transitioning instead of dealing with their insecurities/mental health issues or try deny biology to force your way into woman’s sports and spaces, I don’t like you.

DNI:

I believe in free speech (the only good thing about America istg) so there’s no DNI for this blog. Everyone is welcome just please maintain basic human decency and civil discussion when in disagreement with me or someone else here. Mudslinging and strawmanning is not civil, treat others the way you want to be treated, respect is important. If you’re rude and don’t display basic decency in debate/interactions I’ll just block you. Also keep in mind that I am a minor so NSFW accounts need to stay away for legal reasons.

Tags:

I don’t have many consistent tags on this blog but my main ones are;

#Sunni posts- for my posts

#Sunni answers- for asks

#Sunni speaks- for when I add onto someone else’s post (sometimes in the tags)

#Sunni reblogs- for when I reblog something

Fave posts:

[just-agirl-in-thisworld]

**Rules**

please read and respect them!!

1)VERY VERY important. Do not and I mean DO NOT God mode my character to fit your character’s liking. If they don’t like how my character is then they don’t have to interact with them.

2)This is exclusively a mutuals only blog. If you want to actually write with me reach out to my IMs. If I vibe with you and it’s not a weird vibe then you possibly will be considered to be a mutual. If I don’t follow you back don’t get your feelings hurt, I have the right to decide who I will and won’t write with or follow.

3)Please don’t be a manipulative. This is a safe place for everyone including myself. Not only do my characters have real raw feelings, so does mun and I don’t appreciate being treated poorly.

4) I hate having to find out about a problem with someone from someone else. So please come talk to me. I’m not a ogre I promise you that. I understand we all have feelings and I want to know your true feelings about something that is bothering you so that maybe we can come to a compromise so both of us are happy and enjoying writing together. I don’t deal with that middle person bull. We are adults and can talk to each other like adults.

5) I have started a new job and my job is pretty laxed on me being on my phone when we aren’t busy but that doesn’t mean I’m not busy doing other things for my job. So my replies will be slower than they used to be and even some days I may not reply at all cuz I’m just exhausted after work. Also mun has ADHD and struggles with mental health so that sometimes gets in the way of my replies. Which means a lot of times I have character and energy for certain threads but just because I may not reply to yours does not mean I don’t wanna write with you or getting bored, it means that I’m struggling doing more than one threads sometimes.

6)No minors. There will be lots of mature themes so no kiddos allowed. I have no triggers but only a couple. IM me if you have questions on triggers. But there will be tags.

7) If you are a blog that plays a cartoon or any anime character, please do not follow me. I don’t write with any cartoon or anime muses it isn’t comfortable for me. So sorry.

8)This is a safe place for everyone and I want to keep it that way. If you start acting stupid I will block you without a warning. Be respectful and have fun here. That’s what Rping is about right?

9) Also my muses are all straight so I’m sorry I don’t write gay threads. Nothing against it just it isn’t comfortable for me to do.

10) Last but not least. If you follow me and don’t reach out to interact with me or just to chat I will have to block you. I’m really a nice person to talk to really and I invite anyone to come talk to me. But I also want to keep a clean consistently active blog. Ok that’s it. Please respect my rules and we’ll get along just fine. Let’s have fun.

[killuaisaprincess]

T-that me 🥺

[eddieandbird]

I'm Sorry Eddie

Summary: Eddie gave you his silver bracelet and you lost it.

Warnings/Tags: fluff|short blurb|hurt/comfort?|

A/N: Been having a bit of writer’s block! Sorry for the delay on requests and stories, I’m trying to get back on it! -Bird

____

You looked over at the lunch table in the woods silently, almost in a trance. You pulled your cardigan closer to your body as you vividly daydreamed a flashback to a week ago when you and Eddie were here.

“Here you go, Baby,” Eddie twisted his wrist around and undid the latch of his bracelet. You gasped as he adjusted it onto your wrist. His dark brown eyes had wrinkles on the sides due to his smile. 

“Oh, Eddie. You don’t have to give me this! You love your jewelry,” You whined. He chuckled and admired it shining on you in the sunlight. 

“But I really wanna see you with it. I wanna catch you in the hallways wearing it and know that you’re mine,” He smiled warmly as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

You wore it to school everyday since. It made you feel so special that Eddie wanted you to have his belongings. He had very little already, but to him, it meant more than just a superficial gift. To him it was a symbol of his trust in you. To him it was a sign to everyone else that you were his.

“Hey Sweetheart!” Eddie’s voice startled you, shaking you out of the dream.

“Hey Eddie…” You sighed as you gave him a hug.

“Everything alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Um yeah? Why wouldn’t it be? Do I not look alright?” You rambled and he sighed in response.

“I thought we promised that we wouldn’t keep secrets… You know you can tell me anything, Darling,” He pulled you close and rubbed on your back.

“But, but- you’re going to be so mad at me, Eddie!” You started to tear up.

“Oh no… don’t tell me there’s-“ Eddie gulped. “Is there someone else you’re seeing?” He tangled his fingers in his hair as he shook his head.

“What? No, absolutely not. You’re the only one, Eddie. I promise,” You said seriously, tugging on his arm to get him to stop.

“Then what could you possibly be so afraid of telling me?” He climbed on top of the table in front of him, pacing with his arms crossed. You trembled watching him getting more upset the longer this went on. You knew you couldn’t stall for much longer.

“Eddie… I’m sorry. I lost your bracelet!” You dropped your shoulders and gave a pout.

“You what?” Eddie’s feet made a loud thud as he stomped back on the ground. The sudden movement made you flinch, causing tears to fall from your eyes more rapidly.

“I lost your bracelet, Eddie. I have no idea where I could’ve dropped it. I looked around all morning,” 

Eddie made a shushing noise as he wiped your eyes with his hoodie sleeve. 

“Baby, don’t worry, it’s okay,” He cooed. You put your head on his shoulder and felt him stroke the back of your neck as you finished crying. “Are you okay, Babe?”

“Well besides not having your special bracelet anymore, I guess I’m okay knowing you didn’t get mad at me,” You chuckled, wiping your remaining tears.

“Good cuz I have another present for you,” He pinched your cheek and smirked.

“Eddie, no! I don’t need-“

“Don’t need this?”

Your eyes went wide as Eddie held his silver chain bracelet over your head. He kissed your forehead as he placed it into your hand.

“You found it?” You smiled brightly as you put it back on.

“Right by your locker. You’re lucky I have eyes on you everywhere, Sweetheart,” He chuckled, picking you up into a hug. 

“I’ll be more careful next time I promise,” You pulled him into a deep kiss.

[cutemeat]

random vent/rant post about d*ed*nnis & inc*st shipper’s trivializations of the subject in general below the cut..

yknow the thing abt the shipping Incest Issue is not that I think ppl who ship the shit ‘condone’ that irl or want to fuck their siblings or whatever shit argument. i don’t even think that ‘no one should be allowed to talk or write about incest in general, ever’!!!! the actual problem i have is that often ppl are making something that is a source of trauma/emotional pain/a very complicated subject in general for people into a ‘ooooh look at my sweet, dirty perverted thing.. i love my Trash hehehe!!’ thing n that just is always so fucking weird to me.

people who do this often think they are uber-mature and everyone else is just too immature to understand that incest is a thing that happens and exists and the people who criticize them are just silly children who don’t have media literacy skills. and that also fucking infuriates me, it is so misleading. cuz most of the time, people who treat the incestuous pairings they fetishize as just some plaything that has no gravity or influence on the people who see this shit, are themselves the ones who are often so immature in their arguments and handling of their “trash”.

like if people could handle the subject with a certain degree of care and displayed a genuine interest in wanting to explore this subject and kind of dynamic with nuance and mindfulness, that’s one thing… but they DON’T! not in these fucking fandom spaces they don’t!!!! this is not an artistic integrity argument or a censorship argument. it is a why are you turning this issue into a fetishized thing argument! THAT is what’s so fucking off-putting and upsetting. you are not being ‘’silenced’’. cuz obviously you’ll keep posting if u want to. esp in smaller fandoms like. yeah no one’s gonna be able to ‘stop’ you, honestly at this point i don’t care enough to exert energy into ‘stopping’ anyone and think it’s a waste of time. cuz that never works, ppl only ever double down and it just ends up making it worse for anyone affected emotionally by this shit having it continually turned into ‘discourse’. i rlly do just generally try to block the tags and blogs and move on. i do try. like sometimes it feels like no one on either side really cares about anything other than proving themselves as the superior party n it gets exhausting. still, the ppl who are continually choosing to approach this subject in such a frivolous way and acting like poor, banished victims who just cant like anything in peace anymore when people get upset by subject matter (which is, again, being handled so carelessly) that can trigger trauma and high emotions or just in general gross people out-- it never ceases to confuse me. like how can you be that unaware of how you are coming off that you act so shocked when people express they are upset by what you are doing and *promoting? (*not promoting incest itself, obviously i fucking know that, but continuing to treat 'shipping’ that shit like it exists in fandom spaces as something now somehow detached from reality entirely-- on the same level of ‘harmless fun’ as most pairings-- and should be treated as such is what i mean)

like no, at a certain point you do not care about ‘protecting art’ or defending certain interpretations or whatever bullshit you want to bastardize in an attempt to create justifications for what you’ve decided to ship and make content for. you are no different than people who just want to say fucked up shit for “shock value” and don’t give two shits who gets hurt or ‘triggered’ and may even, god forbid, feel compelled to speak up about their discomfort or disgust.

like please just take a step back from the fandom bubble and realize that no, this is not always just about people trying to assert moral superiority over somebody. i mean i’m not stupid of course i know a lot of the time online it is about that. and it’s usually pretty obvious when that’s all that is happening most of the time, at least. however, sometimes it is a reaction because some deep emotional pain has been triggered for some one/people in what is supposed to be a ‘just for fun space’ (which as many other groups trivialized and oppressed even in ‘just for fun’ fandom spaces know already, is a fucking lie anyway lol.. like let’s not even kid around with that bullshit notion anymore)... just take a HUGE step back and fucking think a little bit more deeply about what is going on here, again, minus all the stupid fandom language that coats these arguments. because, if you want to engage with and create art, it is that deep! because newsflash, assholes, that’s how art works. like no one can gatekeep the consumption or creation of art, obviously, but if you actually want to engage with and create shit-- you have got to be able to think and analyze and acknowledge that things are that deep if you wanna make something or talk about it. if you don’t want to get deep, then you can’t use any of those ‘well it’s just art’ or ‘you can’t censor art just because you don’t like it!’ arguments that come along with it.

now, onto my more Sunny specific rant.. cuz this thing gets annoying to me, especially with Dee and Dennis because, yes, there are certainly jokes written into the show about the way their behavior comes off as odd or ‘incestuous’ to other people… and their lack of awareness or this hypocrisy that tends to come from dee and dennis’ judgements being presented to the audience is funny! but they’re jokes. and those jokes are not Supposed to actually be setting Dee and Dennis up as viable love interests.

They have an undeniably dysfunctional and codependent relationship due to trauma and growing up with chaotic, unpredictable, manipulative, and self-centered parents. However, one of the reasons Dee and Dennis struggle not only to have a healthy relationship with each other but with others as well-- is because that relationship they had early on was sexualized by their own father. The twins already gained such a warped perception of how relationships (especially ones between men and women) are meant to function growing up the way that they did and, again because of their parents, often had that view of themselves and how their relationships moving forward might be viewed-- over-sexualized.

Yes, they are fucked up! But they’re not in love or have any canonical desire to fuck each other. Like.. if u wanna ship incest, the McPoyles are right there and Canonically express that they are in love and care about each other in that way. So if you are so fascinated by that dynamic, why don’t you just ship them? (I have what I’d consider to be a pretty decent first guess as to what the answer is lol) The McPoyles and Reynolds are decidedly different in the fact that Dee and Dennis do not have those feelings for each other. The McPoyles projected that possibility onto Dennis in Who Got Dee Pregnant? and he got so sick he literally threw up.

At its core, it makes me sad because I can see how badly Dennis wanted to have a relationship with his sister that was close but not sexualized or romanticized by other people. Dee certainly wanted that too, once upon a time. But people in the canon just kept projecting their weird shit, and this extended into the fandom too. It makes me sad for these characters, despite how shitty and self-righteous they may be lol.

Like yeah it’s funny to watch Dee and Dennis get taken down a peg in their perceived superiority, but the show has done that from the start and continues to in ways that doesn’t involve incest?? Because that’s, again, not the nature of their relationship. It’s not the fucking point. Often the joke is that Dee and Dennis always asserted themselves as being more classy and more aspirational than Mac and Charlie, when in reality they’re just as (if not more) trashy and depraved (again.. in ways that don’t have to involve incest to get that point across lmao). And I can tell you that is objectively much better writing that proves they’re able to stretch themselves creatively into territories stronger than just shock value or gross out humor.

This is not purely about comfort as a viewer, this is also about respecting their abilities as writers to not get stuck in the same old corner of jokes as many shows like this do.

So, despite this being vent/somewhat of a rant, this is about as unemotional an approach as I can have for the subject. But really, overall, I just don’t fucking get it. I don’t get the persistence from people that it’s not that deep and that fandom in general shouldn’t be that deep. like do you actually want to be taken seriously (as many of the same people claim they do) or do you just want to be taken seriously except for when it gets you in trouble?

like trust me, i know there are plenty of Dee&Dennis shippers still out there. there’s nothing i can do about it. i’m not gonna try and handpick and decipher who is who. anyone who i know is and posts about it regularly enough to make me uncomfortable i’ve already just blocked. i do the shit they always say to do, okay? i do! but it is one of the reasons i get particularly anxious about posting about the twins because i don’t want it to ever be interpreted the way shippers will! because it doesn’t matter that i don’t think that is written into the show and can cite my reasons for why i believe it isn’t and never was, cuz people will still twist it that way if that’s what they want to see. so i just don’t fucking say the deeper shit i have to say about the twins most of the time because the possibility of people labelling it as a romantic/sexual thing with them triggers me and makes me fucking uncomfortable!! and yes, part of that is my own problem i do not blame anyone for that, ok? no matter how weirded out i am. but it just frustrates me when people act like it’s just nothing and if you just block a couple people it just leaves you alone. cuz it doesn’t! it won’t! and i know that it won’t!

cuz it’s always more fucking worth it to people to have their taboo trash and double down on it. or for people to be like ‘ew gross!’ and make themselves feel like they’re in the right n just make things worse by making the discourse more intense n causing said people with the taboo trash to double down n become more hostile n then those ‘ew gross’ people just fucking ditch the convo for the next best thing... and i know. i fucking know that.

gonna end this whole mess (since it’s gotten so disorganized by this point.. but yknow.. never said it was supposed to be a proper essay anywhere LOL) with one last Sunny gripe... i just hate hate haaate when people do the ‘well you ship macdennis, etc’ so you have no room to criticize me! like uhhh yes the fuck i can!

i do not feel superior to you, but there are very distinct differences between choosing to ship a toxic/dysfunctional relationship and choosing to ship incest (again, esp in the case of Dee n Dennis as it as a complicated aspect of their trauma as adults and the overall tragedy of their broken sibling relationship that has often just been played off as a joke by the in-universe characters, some of the actors/writers, and the fans alike) like... no it is not the same, actually! you are just being dimwitted and intentionally trying to pull a stupid semantic trick when you argue that, and i hope you are smart enough to at least admit that to yourself if nobody else.

ok.. fin.

[martuzzio]

The idea of Ren joining the Amputees-Only club sounds so bittersweet... cuz before he knew they were having fun, but also knew that they were allowed to have a bond like that. He never expected to join them.

I can honestly imagine in his first few meetings there's a few times where Ren just cries, poor guy...

Rendog's first Amputee's Only Club Meeting (written under the cut because this one is longer than normal)

Despite what the universe seems to think, Doc is a pretty easygoing guy. Yes, he does look scary as hell and yes, he was a mob boss at one point, but that doesn’t mean he’s a violent person. Well, he’s violent when he needs to be, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys it. In reality, his favorite moments are all from quiet parts of his normal, boring, daily life as a hermit.

In these everyday moments, Doc likes to process things. He likes to sit in the greenhouse and watch the bio bees work alongside the robot bees. He likes to brush his fingers on the plants and let his half-robotic brain process the data into something that resembles touch. He likes to listen to Grian and Etho chat as they work.

He observes small moments like these because that’s all he really does. He takes in data and processes it. He uses the processed information to judge his surroundings and react accordingly. Sometimes this means that he uses his data to laugh at his friends who make dumb jokes. But sometimes he uses the data to run, hide, or fight back. When all you do is process data to keep yourself alive, it becomes very hard to ignore incoming information.

This is how Doc eventually locates Ren. He wasn’t planning on finding where his longtime friend wheeled off to, much less go searching for him, but Doc unfortunately decided to take a more leisurely route to the bridge and his camera eye caught the slight movement anyway. Doc has to give it to him; the man knows how to hide. The werewolf is in a lesser-used community room, curled into a dusty couch that’s been shoved into the corner. The chrome wheels of his temporary mobility aid reflect off of the window overlooking deep space. Ren has his left leg drawn up to this chest. His stump of a right leg rests on the couch cushion, shunned. Ren’s obviously hid because he doesn’t want to be found, but unluckily for him, Doc was specifically altered to notice things.

Ren’s flinch when Doc claps his hand on his shoulder is almost unnoticeable. Ren looks like he’s either been crying or had a bad allergic reaction to the dust. Doc assumes the former.

“Cub was working on your new parts earlier today. They look pretty sick,” he ventures.

Ren looks like he has the entire universe on his shoulders. “That’s wonderful,” he mumbles. He opens his mouth as if to say more, but instead sighs and slides his eyes shut.

Doc plops down on the couch and slings his arm over the back of the rest. The action makes Ren recoil again, this time more visibly, and Doc pointedly ignores it. Instead, he says, “As much as I want you to come see what Cub is making, you will go to him when you feel like it. There is nothing you need to do right now besides heal.”

Ren barks out a wet laugh. “Bro, I appreciate you so much, but how can stumps heal?”

Doc’s cybernetic hand twitches in sympathy. “You know what I mean, man, and we both know it.” Doc replies. He looks down at the sliver of space between his leg and Ren’s and chews his words. Ren shifts his gaze to Doc’s arm, then to gaze directly at the creeper’s face.

Doc feels uncomfortable in a way he’s never felt before. All of the other amputee hermits were already amputees when they joined the crew. They had time to heal, be angry, and let go in their own ways. He did, too. But now, with Ren sitting next to him, suffering through the same kind of anguish Doc felt when he first woke up from being operated on, Doc suddenly doesn’t know how to act. How do you comfort someone who literally lost a third of their body? As much as Doc knows what that feels like and as much as he wants to help his friend, he might not be able to. He might not ever be able to.

It’s the single most heartbreaking thing that Doc’s realized in a long, long time.

This revelation causes the duo to sit in silence for a long while. Then, Doc gets an idea. His eye shifts to look at his friend. Ren narrows his eyes tiredly but waits anyway.

“The Amputees-Only Club meeting is in a few minutes.” Doc murmurs. Ren is silent, but he plows on. “I think you should come,” he pleads. “I think everyone would be very happy to see you.”

Ren’s throat clicks as he swallows. “I’m sure they would.”

“I would be very happy to see you.”

Ren’s eyelids squeeze together. “I know you would.”

“Then let’s go,” Doc insists as he pushes himself to his feet. He turns around and smiles as much as he can at his friend, still curled up on the couch. Ren gazes exhaustedly back. “I think it would be a good idea.” He wishes his smile weren’t so frightening.

Ren moves to rub his eyes with his hands but remembers he’s missing one of his arms a little too late. The resulting crumpled expression immediately burns into Doc’s deep storage memory. “I don’t know, Doc.” The werewolf manages after a long moment. “I appreciate you trying to help, but…”

Doc understands. Of course he does. When he first joined the hermits, the idea of a weekly club meeting exclusively for amputees sounded farfetched at best and belittling at worst. Hell, he didn’t even think there were enough amputees on the team to warrant a club. Imagine his surprise when three other people showed up to his first session, all excited he was there to hang out with them.

With this in mind, all he can do is repeat, “I think it would be a good idea.”

Ren stares up at him, and in that moment, he looks as old as Xisuma. But then he gently closes his eyes, inhales slowly and shallowly, and motions for Doc to drag his mobility aid closer. Doc complies immediately.

The journey to the meeting room, like every other journey on the Hermit Craft, is long. It’s made even longer because of Ren’s inexperience with his aid, but Doc doesn’t dare to offer his help. They eventually end up in front of the elevator that Doc remotely called beforehand with his brain chip. When the doors open, Doc lets Ren wheel in first.

Ren is silent in the elevator. Doc tries to catch his expression, but his friend’s unruly hair blocks his vision. “We’re playing cards tonight.” He mentions.

“That’s what you do at every Amputee-Only Club meeting.”

Doc shifts his eye back to the elevator door. “…Correct.”

Ren doesn’t reply.

When the duo finally reaches the Club meeting room, Doc pauses outside for a moment instead of directing his brain to open the door like normal. He glances down at Ren again and murmurs, “if you don’t want to go back, or to your room or something, that’s—”

“It’s fine,” Ren interrupts. He sounds defeated. “We walked all the way here, so we may as well go.”

Doc activates the door without another thought.

The door slides open and reveals the club room. It’s small, smaller than the average community space on the Hermit Craft, but it feels warm. The soft yellow color painted on the walls matches pleasantly with the yellow of the couch cushions. Joe definitely was the one to orchestrate that. There’s a small kitchenette in the corner that’s set up to have nice views of outer space. Various game tables fill the rest of the room, a few surrounded by five chairs. Doc wonders if Ren will notice the new chair addition. Maybe he already had.

The most interesting part of the space, though, is the people within it. TFC is bundled up on the couch, snoring pleasantly and covered in at least ten blankets. His usual plate of cookies is already half eaten. Iskall is standing at the kitchen counter, fiddling with a teacup filled with a mysterious bright pink liquid. His outfit has a few suspicious-looking singe marks at the hem. Finally, Scar is sat at the poker table in the middle of the room, crossed legs resting on an adjacent chair. He’s sorting through a pile of yellow and orange chips. To Doc’s continued wonder, the stack of bright blue cards resting near Scar’s elbow have miraculously not been knocked onto the floor yet.

When the doors open, Scar and Iskall look over. Ren immediately shifts at Doc’s elbow. Doc waits a moment to let Ren speak if he wants to, but when his shorter friend remains silent, he clears his throat in a grinding noise and announces, unnecessarily, “We’re here.”

Scar is so excited that his eyes have turned into little slivers of green. “Ren, I’m so happy you decided to tag along!” He kicks one of the chairs out from the table and clonks his foot on it for emphasis. The blue cards wobble on the edge of the table but still refuse to fall. “Sit down! Iskall can get you something to drink. Have you ever played poker?” He leans forward with the question. “It’s difficult, but I think it’s fun!”

“Uh, I haven’t.” Ren replies awkwardly, still at the door alongside Doc. “I’ve never even heard of it before.”

“Yeah, I would be surprised if you knew about it. It’s one of those old-timey games from TFC’s era.” Iskall says from across the room. He is now by the couch and is gently patting TFC’s fluffy hair to wake him. “Don’t worry that you don’t know. We’ll teach you.”

Ren tries and fails to make a pointed noise of interest, but he still seems intrigued. Doc feels the knot in his chest loosen a little. He rolls his shoulders to relieve some tension and moves to sit down. By the time he turns his head to look back, Ren is already wheeling forward to join him but looks lost as to where he should sit.

“Howdy, Ren. Sit next to me so I can teach you, but I’ll only teach if you’re willing to listen.” TFC, now awake, grumbles good-naturedly as he heaves himself off the couch. With his large frame still wrapped in a dozen blankets, he looks like a huge bear compared to Iskall. Which is impressive, Doc thinks, since Iskall is nowhere near frail. TFC’s metal prosthetic clonks on the floor as he walks over to the poker table. As he sits down across from Scar, he says, “There’s no point in just sitting there and gawking at us. Grab a seat.” He uses his leg to nudge the chair to his left.

Ren blinks and maneuvers his aid to let him sit down next to the astronaut. TFC procures a blanket from his pile and offers one to him. Ren, after slowly settling in his chair, accepts the pink fuzzy blanket. Doc accepts a purple one.

TFC lances over to Ren as he saves the blue cards from the edge of the table. “Poker’s good fun. You’ll get it in no time.” He snorts and flicks his gaze to Scar, who is busy stacking the chips into a pyramid. “This one always makes sure we have a great, long game.”

Scar looks up and winces minutely in a false apology. “Sorry about that.”

TFC chuckles. “Boy, I’ve never had better games than when I play with you.”

Scar’s grin almost sparkles. TFC and Doc grin back and Iskall hides his laugh in his shoulder.

“Anyway, ready for your first game with us amputees?” TFC brings the conversation back to Ren, who suddenly looks a lot more uncomfortable.

“I,” he begins, his eyes flicking to TFC, then Doc, before looking down. “I, well, uh…”

The table is silent. Iskall is staring at the table with his hands in his lap. TFC sighs and begins shuffling the cards. Doc, as much as he wants to clear the air somehow, can’t seem to find a way to do so. Scar just looks sad. He looks right at Ren, almost through him.

Ren stares back, eyes wide.

“You don’t want to be here.” Scar says quietly, finally. It’s not a question. Ren’s choked response makes the ex-convex smile slightly. “You can say so, Ren. You’re not going to hurt our feelings. None of us want to be here. But, as much as we may want to, we can’t change what happened to us.” He falls silent again as he looks at a particularly twisted scar on the back of his left hand. He rubs at it harshly with the pad of his thumb before Iskall stops him. “This might be selfish,” Scar continues, softly, “but I’m happy that I at least don’t have to sit in here alone.”

For a long moment, the table is silent. Then, with a rush of noise, Ren makes a sound like he’s dying. In a certain way, Doc thinks, he is.

“I don’t want to be here,” Ren confesses as his open mouth contorts and tears roll down his face. “I don’t want to be here.”

All Doc can do is wrap his arms around everyone else, encasing Ren and his other amputee friends in his embrace, and wish he could do more.

[awigglycultist]

Okay so, to all the new starkid fans: welcome!! I'm incredibly excited that there are more fans in the fandom, can't wait to see all the fics and art and such, and seeing starkid get more attention is great!

I know there's been quite a bit of mixed reaction coming from the starkid fandom, a lot of people are very excited, a lot of people are also nervous about the new fans, and I've seen people who are just, completely hating this.

So let me try and give some advice to both the new starkid fandom coming from mcyt and the rest of the starkid fandom.

Please, please, tag stuff that has to do with mcyt as mcyt (or if you're talking about the ranboo's stream tag that as ranboo and tubbo), I think most people are good at this but it's important. There are several starkid fans who are triggered but mcyt or just hate it, or simply don't want to see a bunch of mcyt things in the starkid tag cuz they aren't into mcyt.

Be respectful. This goes to both sides. First of all to the mcyt fandom, be respectful to the starkid actors, this is a problem that the SK fandom already has and were worried that having a bunch of new fans will make this problem worse. So just don't be respectful, don't ask the actors about their personal lives and such. And to the SK fandom: be respectful to the mcyt fandom, I know having a huge influx of fans is shocking and crazy and a lot to take in I know some of you don't like mcyt or the mcyt fandom, but please if you don't want to see mcyt stuff, simply block mcyt tags, and maybe help the new fans out and tell them what they should be tagging as what or what they should and shouldn't be saying and stuff.

Also I've seen that mcyt isn't the best at reblogging fanart and fanfic, and we'll the starkid fandom isn't the best at that either so just a reminder to please reblog art and fics! It really helps the artist and writers out!

This last one isn't really advice to help everyone get along and stuff but absolutely suggest that the new SK fans go check out other starkid musicals! And check out Tin Can Bros and Shipwrecked Comedy while your at it!

You should especially go check out Starkid's Black Friday and Nightmare Time! (here's a post that helps explain these a bit) and if you plan on watching them and don't want spoilers you should probably block the black friday and nightmare time tags.

TCB is Starkid's sister company, its run by three of the starkids (Joey Richter (he played Ted in TGWDLM), Brian Rosenthal and Corey Lubowich). They do alot of skits but they've also done several projects. Spies Are Forever and The Solve It Squad Returns are musicals that are, absolutely amazing, and solve it squad back in biz is currently happening! Sisbib was meant to be an animated series but, TCB isn't exactly able to make a fully animated series, so instead they're doing live readings of it. Vol 1 already happened and Vol 2 is happening tonight, but don't worry, on the 22nd you can buy the digital ticket version of it (you can buy tickets and also see more info here). There's also several other projects that they've done.

Shipwrecked Comedy is, well I wouldn't quite say its also a sister company, but it is closely tied with SK and TCB. They've done many projects as well (although no musicals but, all of they're stuff is also absolutely amazing). And please for the love God do not mix up Starkid, TCB, and Shipwrecked, yes they are all related to each other but they are all different, run by different people, with different projects, so please if your talking about something that has do with only one of these do tag as a different one and (ex: don't tag something that only has to do with spies are forever as starkid) this is already a problem amongst this fandom and doesn't need to become a bigger one.

TLDR; just be respectful, listen to each other, tag things properly. And maybe go ahead and check out other starkid musicals and check tin can bros and shipwrecked comedy

Also if/when you start watching starkids other musicals or tcb's or shipwrecked you want to talk to someone about it, or if you have any questions on any of their projects or questions about this post or anything my asks are open or you can dm me

[boag]

I usually don’t block “coquette” and “waif” bloggers cuz I kinda feel for them on a deep personal level… like @ my followers who are like that…. I literally just hope for ur sake that u will grow out of romanticizing ur own suffering at some point in the near future .

What I mean when I say I feel for them is that I went thru the same shit and used the internet very similarly when I was a kid. I had a “n*mphet” sideblog AND an ED sideblog and I posted that sort of aesthetic stuff on both of them as an outlet for my trauma and the mental illness that resulted from that trauma… it was an unhealthy outlet for sure, but at the time it was the only way I knew how to deal with the feelings I felt constantly weighing me down…. I have a bit less compassion for like.. people older than me who STILL participate in that demonic shit but at the same time I know everyone’s journey is different and everyone heals and grows on their own time… the people I have ZERO compassion for and block on sight are people who take advantage of (usually younger) people using those outlets because they know they’re vulnerable and susceptible to grooming and abuse…

For those of you who are struggling with the issues I mentioned or literally anything else and are expressing yourselves in that way… Although I wont follow your blog if it’s filled with that shit, as someone who relates heavily and has overcome a lot of the same struggles y’all are having now, I absolutely care about your well-being and I’m always here to come to for any sort of advice. Really it does not bother me if u ask me any questions you need help with or just vent to me, even on anonymous. Think of me like ur girlblogger big sister lol . Worst case scenario is that I don’t know how to help with a particular thing and I just tell u that.

All I ask is that if you’re a minor, you filter my “#nsfw” tag (I don’t post anything that bad but there are some very vulgar jokes on here that I don’t want underage folks interacting with, and that’s the tag I use for those) (I may occasionally forget to tag nsfw text too so if one slips through the cracks please don’t interact with it)

[justcourttee]

Daminette soulmate au where Damian really doesn’t want a soulmate cuz of the league and Mari doesn’t know why but doesn’t wanna be a burden and just pushes away everything and the class is being horrible and she gets depressed and when Damien realizes he’s just like fuck. I’m in the mood for angst

This one comes with a bit of a trigger wanner, super angsty, at least I tried. There is so mention of suicide, but no description. I don’t want anyone to read unless they feel comfortable knowing that. 

I hope this is something like what you had in mind. 

A Moment Too Late

The first time Damian had heard the voice of his soulmate, he was only six years old. Her indecent squeals distracted him from the oncoming blow earning him a black and blue cheek and a week of cleaning duties for failing to end his opponent. 

He hadn’t let anyone know what had happened, after all, the league had forbidden contact with the outside world, soulmate bonds included. Damian recalled seeing hundreds of men and women die for contacting their soulmates or allowing them to become distractions that led them astray from the League’s mission. Just because he was the grandson of the Demon Head, it didn’t mean anything in regards to the rules. 

So he did his best to block out her thoughts or outbursts, only focusing on his current tasks, silently begging her to block him out as well. It worked for a little while, but as they aged, she seemed to become more observant of his silence. 

He was eleven years old when his mother first discovered that he had been on the receiving end of his soulmate bond. Marinette, as he soon learned, was trying to coax him into a conversation when Damian snapped, begging her to shut up. The very next day, he found himself drugged and on a boat floating in the dock of Gotham City. 

Never once did he blame his mother for his predicament. No, she was just trying to protect him. After all, if his grandfather had found out, Damian would have been beheaded in front of the others. The only one to blame was Marinette. 

The next time she would contact him would be her last. She tried to reach out, ask him if he was okay, but the sentiment only fueled his rage.

“Don’t you get it? I never wanted this bond! I begged you mercilessly to leave it alone. I begged you to shut up, but you just couldn’t could you? I lost everything because of you, you hear me Marinette? If you just would’ve shut your damn mouth, I would still be able to see my mother. I hope you never use this bond again, I never want to hear from you again.”

There was no response, but it didn’t bother him. This was what he wanted for so many years, for her to never utter a sound to him again. It was a blessed day, one filled with silence as he entered Wayne Manor for the very first time. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Grayson, can you stop mumbling to yourself? You look like an idiot.”

Dick reached back, swatting at where Damian once stood, the goofy smile on his face not wavering. 

“Oh little D, you just don’t understand. If my soulmate wants to talk, I’ll drop everything to take a moment for her.”

“A truly asinine thought, really.”

Damian rolled his eyes as he perched on the edge of the roof, gazing lazily over the darkened city streets. Personally, Damian wasn’t too fond of his brothers using their bonds while on patrol. It was as if they didn’t understand how much of a distraction it could be. No, it was much better to set boundaries, let them know where they stand. 

“Hey little D, have you contacted your soulmate yet?”

Dick squatted beside where Damian was perched, his smile pulling tight as if he already knew the answer to his question. 

“I told you, Grayson, I burned that bridge a long time ago. She hasn’t used the bond since we were eleven and I do not intend to be the first one to break that streak.”

“It sounds like you are too prideful to admit to her that you were wrong.”

“I was not wrong!” Damian could feel the red rising to his cheeks as he turned to avoid Dick’s piercing gaze. “She was the reason I had to leave the league, there is no denying that.”

His voice dropped slightly as he kept his eyes downcast knowing that no matter how many times he told himself that, it only got harder to believe as time passed. 

“Yeah, yeah, same line, less sincerity each time.”

Damian turned, ready to spat a venomous insult when a sudden wave of nauseous hit him like a truck. Doubling over, he could barely make out Dick’s words, the only thing monopolizing his mind was one piercing voice, one he hadn’t heard in years.

“I just want to die! Why won’t you let me die?”

Later, Dick would cry from the fear of the sight of Damian curled tightly on that rooftop, his eyes bloodshot and wide as if he’d seen a ghost. But, in that very moment, he knew that his main priority was to get him back to Alfred in hopes he could figure out any way to save Damian from the haunting phrase that slipped through his lips a hundred times over. 

“It’s all my fault.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

It was close to three in the morning when the pain subsided allowing Damian to slip away from the pestering of his family. His movements were still stiff as if he was just a hollow man trying out his own legs for the first time in years. Her words seemed to be stuck on repeat, even though he was sure that she wouldn’t still be muttering them hours later. 

He couldn’t figure out what had happened to leave her at this last attempt. He couldn’t figure out if he should care or not. 

His gut was still throbbing as if he had been stabbed and the wound wasn’t sure if it wanted to be healed. As he slid down onto his favorite bench in the gardens, he remained locked in a fight with himself as to whether he should reach out or not. Hesitantly, he checked his surroundings before drawing in a deep breath concentrating all of his thoughts on her. 

“Are you okay Marinette?”

It was silent. 

Damian let a minute pass and then another. With a sigh of defeat, he closed his eyes pulling his legs into his chest. Of course she wouldn’t answer, it had been years of silence and carrying the guilt that he so carelessly placed on her.

 Shaking his head, he gingerly lifted it to allow his chin to rest on his knee. No, maybe he was a small part of her problem, but she couldn’t have banked her entire existence on a soulmate. Just what had happened to her over all these years. Certainly, he had been through worse, but even as the words crossed his mind he could hear Dick chiding him, reminding him that everyone carries burdens differently.

“I do not know if you can hear me, but I wanted to apologize for my outburst so many years ago. I blamed you for a lifestyle I was born into and that wasn’t right. Please, I’d like to start again, Even if it’s just as friends.”

The biting wind of the night nipped at his bare arms as if it were her answer itself. She obviously wanted nothing to do with him. Just as he stood to leave, a soft voice tickled the back of his head, so quiet that he almost missed the harsh words. 

“I don’t have friends or family, hell, I don’t even have a soulmate who wants me. Don’t bother trying now. I’m sorry if my emotions got the better of me earlier, but it was no guilt trip and I don’t need your pity. I just want to be gone and leave Paris a brighter city for it.”

Damian could feel the wheel’s turning at the mention of her home. A private plane could make it to Paris in just six hours. She might not want his pity and he wasn’t sure if he had any to give, but one thing was for certain; he could not let her die no matter what she wanted. 

“What will you be doing in six hours?”

His heart was racing a mile a minute as he waited desperately for her response. 

“I’ll be leaving school I suppose.”

Damian couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at his lips as he turned toward the manner, racing at full speed. 

Six hours. He could meet her in six hours. He could change her life in six hours. 

He couldn’t even focus on his clothes as they lay strewn across his bed, each missing his suitcase as he tore through his closet. Six hours felt like a lifetime knowing the stakes, but it was something he had to try. Even if he had to scour the entire city, Damian would find his soulmate. 

He just hoped that he wouldn’t arrive a moment too late.

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November Bet

@hollandlover19​ asked: 

Can you write something where peter is dating the reader and she’s an avenger with similar powers to Wanda meaning she can read his mind and for the past two weeks peter has been horny as fuck and it’s driving him nuts cus he made a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest during no nut November so he’s trying to resist the urge to jack off but the only thing that will calm him down is y/n but she had to go on an emergency mission and won’t be back till later so he just lays in his room crying cuz everything hurts sorry if this is too specific you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🖤

Hey there hun! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in. Just a note: I have no idea how boners feel after a certain amount of time, but I’m assuming it’s really painful since it’s a muscle straining itself?? (i think lmao) But this was interesting to write since I usually put more humor in my writing, and this one turned out sort of sad! Everyone is over the legal age in this piece.

Masterlist is linked in my bio, tags in reblog.

Peter Parker x Reader [Angst with sort of happy ending] Warnings: boner, pain and swearing Word Count: 1.6k

Peter regretted the bet so much now. 

It happened back on the 31st of October, when everyone was resting about, eating junk food and candy. Sam and Bucky had been teasing Peter for almost two weeks now after catching you and Peter getting a bit steamy in one of the weaponry rooms, and he wanted pay back. Peter thought he could control himself for a month because obviously he was able to do it before he reached puberty, so it should be fine! But fuck, did he regret it now, making a bet with Sam and Bucky to see who could survive the longest following the No Nut November challenge.

Day one was normal, he had so much confidence. He only let himself kiss your cheek though, and glance over to you when you would dress during the morning.

But now, two weeks in, he couldn’t fucking handle it. You were too hot. Tonight, was a gala event for Pepper and Tony starting a charity for children with heart problems which would start funding research into heart disease, and funding families who couldn’t afford treatments. You were wrapped in a silky flowing dress that Peter wanted to drool over. The small peaks he’d see over you twirling around, dancing to the classical music, and the fabric would outline your ass perfectly. Fuck, it was too much for him.

He had too many thoughts about it though. He wanted to reach out and squeeze you, spank you, trace every part of your body with his tongue. He wanted to devour you tonight; he wanted to fuck you out of your mind only to bring you back to another orgasm after the last.

Yes, the boner was showing very much.

It didn’t help when you’d look over to him worriedly, and he knew you could hear every single thought of his. It was your power, but you called it a curse. You spoke to him a few days before about how you heard his pleas to make love to you once again, but you reminded him of the bet and what he would have to do if he lost.

The loser had to streak and run across the outdoor gardens of the Compound at any time the winner felt like it; only once though. Peter thought about losing constantly, wishing he could lose, but he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t let Bucky and Sam win like that, after them teasing him for so long. It would be humiliating, sure, Peter didn’t care much about that. But he cared about it humiliating you as well, he didn’t want them to tease you about it too.

“Baby, want to leave?” You mumbled to Peter, causing him to flinch out of his trance. Peter gazed down at your body for a moment, and cleared his throat, flushing immensely while he looked away. Your curves… he was so in love with everything about you.

“Mm, yeah sorry about this.” Peter signaled down to his boner and he could just imagine how some people had already saw it and started speaking about him, but he just needed to leave. You nodded sympathetically back to him, reaching out and grasping his shoulder to comfort him.

He shrugged your hand off after a shiver went through his body, breathing heavily as another wave of lust flushed through him, “I’m sorry. I- I don’t mean to, it’s just…” He trailed off, glancing back up to your face and seeing you nodding understandably back to him.

“I know, I hear it too. Text Tony and Pepper in an hour and tell them something came up. They’ll be okay with it.” You responded, almost wanting to stay behind to talk with the two more. They were one of the funniest but loveliest couples you met.  You felt close to them, almost as if they had a parental authority over you.

“I will, thank you.” Peter whispered back, gulping nervously as he tried to adjust his forming hard on. He just needed to go take a cold shower as soon as possible, and he already started thinking of strange things.

Deformed candles. Cheetos in beans on someone’s head. Evil cartoon characters. A dictionary with misspelled words.

You giggled, shaking your head at the things he comes up with in his thinking. You walked out of the ballroom with him, distancing yourself and opting to take an uber home instead, so he didn’t feel trapped. You worried about him during this month, realizing how bad it would feel to not nut for a guy.

You wished you could help him, but he wanted to keep the bet going.

When you got back to the Compound, your alarm instantly went off and your eyes widened, realizing you had to leave now. It was an emergency mission, you quickly read through the report, seeing that one of your contacts was revealed and gave up some information that needed to stay private. You rushed as fast as you can, barely sending a text to Peter who just got back to the Compound, saying you needed to leave.

Peter finally opened the text when he fell back on his bed, still struggling. He groaned, feeling his boner build up again, just imagining you out in the field, looking so sweaty and ready for anything. “Fuck…” He whimpered, quickly sitting up. He was worried for you being out there by yourself, but he knew he shouldn’t doubt your abilities. At the same time, he was trying to stop his feelings, because it just furthered his pain.

He cupped his boner, stumbling up and thinking to himself, how long has it been now? He couldn’t help it, thinking about sex. Fuck, it was crazy he wanted to just touch you again, how much he missed touching you was driving him insane. He couldn’t masturbate, he would lose the bet.

The winner also had the benefit of getting the title, “Greatest Person of the Year”, which included perks of people not teasing him and you, and many more. It would be great to have Bucky and Sam off your backs.

He set his phone down while he turned the shower on cold, needing to get in there as soon as possible. Maybe it would work now, but he couldn’t tell if it was too late to help. He still needed you by his side. Whether it was sexual or not, he loved you and needed to be by you.

“Ouch – oh shit.” He whined, coughing as the cold water hit his bare back. He stripped himself as quick as possible, now realizing he kept his socks on. He criticized himself, why’d you leave your socks on? Why are you doing this now?

The shower didn’t help at all. Once his body got used to the temperature, he got flashes of visions of you, from missing you. He groaned out of anger at himself for doing it, and he had to stop himself from palming his boner.

He got out of the shower, rushing to his phone and dialing your mission phone, that was connected to the earpiece you wore. When it connected, he could hear you grunting as you punched one of the people that attacked you.

“P-Peter? What’s up?” You stuttered, breathing heavily as you ran down to the other room, trying to get away for a few seconds to just get your mind together to focus.

“Oh shit- I’m sorry!” Peter rambled, forgetting you were busy. He hit his head and groaned to himself, hearing you on the other side of the phone.

Stop thinking like that idiot! He reminded himself, and you responded to him after a moment of shuffling around in the corner. “It’s okay! Is everything good? You alright, babe?” You whispered, glancing around and picking up one of the objects in the room with one of your powers, focusing it by the doorway to protect yourself.

“Yeah…uh, I’ll get you go. Please be safe. I love you.” Peter sighed out, scratching his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, hoping you were okay.

You quickly responded to him, “Love you. I’ll be back in a few hours I think, maybe 12 hours tops?” You randomly guessed the time, knowing there was a lot to do. You hung up when you heard someone’s footsteps.

Peter gazed down at his boner, now fully erect and he frowned. The blood hurt so much in his cock; he couldn’t do anything though. He laid back on the bed, his head on his pillow, still naked, knowing any clothing would hurt to put on.

He tried to focus his thinking on something else again, anything. It barely helped, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as the pain rumbled through his body, the soreness was too much. He felt a few tears form and start to leak down his face, and he had to remind himself everything would be okay soon.

He rolled over, doing breathing techniques, trying to calm down. The tears wouldn’t stop coming though and he bit his lip, holding back his cries. It must have been ten or twenty minutes later when he pushed the pillow over his head, now having a headache from crying and the pain.

He held the pillow close, trying to block any light from the devices in the room, crying himself to sleep as the pain worsened.

When you got back, you quickly paced over to the room, needing to check Peter. You could tell he was struggling when he spoke to you and you pouted when you opened the door, seeing him laying on the bed. It was upsetting to see him with dried tear stains on the pillows, and you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

His boner was gone now, but you could tell he was probably in pain still. You laid down next to him, holding his arm softly, just hoping this dumb bet would be over soon so he wouldn’t struggle like that again.