#when bitch i was put in a psych ward!!!!!

[volcanogoblin]

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[juyomiao]

Only ONE - sung hanbin x gn!reader

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14 ☆ extramarital relationship

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chapter warnings: hanbin is a bit of a shit bf ngl but its okay bc everything gets resolved 🥰 ; written part was proofread but i have the brain capacity of a peanut so ; 1 psych ward joke

written part under the cut (499 words)

you push the classroom door open. as if your mood being shit wasn't enough, the whole situation has given you a headache that's killing you, leaving you with little to no energy to go on with your day.

your eyes scan the nearly empty room, any hope of seeing hanbin quickly dying down. only woobin and yeji are here, you have no idea where beomgyu is and, honestly, you couldn't care less. the least you spend time in the same room as him, the least likely you are to commit a heinous crime that could get you a life sentence.

"where's hanbin?" you ask, turning to yeji. she hesitates for a second, handing you a paper with a sigh "this was already here when we arrived." you blink, confused, not even bothering to read the content of the letter. "he's officially resigning," woobin adds, as if it wasn't clear enough.

you shake your head, surely you heard that wrong, right? "come again?"

the door is pushed open, and then slammed closed again. "you heard them, hanbin resigned," beomgyu joins in the conversation, an insufferable smile plastered on his face.

"here we go," woobin sighs, expecting you to fight back. for some reason, that's enough to deter you from doing it, you already have a shit ton of issues - some bigger than you, than this student council and this school - adding to them won't do any good.

you finally lower your eyes to the paper, reading in disbelief its content. it is indeed a resignation letter, and it is indeed hanbin's resignation letter. you feel your hands starting to shake, "this is pretty much a confession, no?" beomgyu says, snatching the letter from you "should keep this safe, after all it's one of the few credible proofs we have," he gave you a fake pityful look "as if a picture and several texts where he admits to doing it were not enough."

you still can't process this. you are ninety- no, a hundred percent sure hanbin is innocent and is covering for someone else, but how could you prove it when his confession is right there, written on paper, ready to be used to expose hanbin's wrongdoings? you don't even know who he could be covering for

"y/n," yeji places a hand on your arm "i get this is a lot for you to take in, but we can't deny the obvious."

"yes we can," you say, ripping the letter from beomgyu's hands and folding it to put it in your backpack, earning several complaints by both him - loudly, because he can't shut up to save his life - and a few quiet ones from woobin, who is clearly fed up with the countless arguments the both of you have been causing.

"i refuse to let whoever framed hanbin get away with it, and i refuse to let him be a passive little bitch who accepts whatever the universe throws at him and just… lets it happen!"

☆ note: IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS they r all over the place bc i wrote this through the span of like 3 days ,, written part is absolute asscheeks bc i had to rewrite it all in lowercase n present tense (i wrote it before chapter 9's written part even existed) n somehow add woobin bc he wasn't supposed to be there at first (n then i became a luvity with a need to make everything abt cravity)

☆ SYNOPSIS: sung hanbin is everyone's dream guy: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality, he has it all. he's even class AND student council president! everyone loves him, and you, as his vice-president, are no exception to that. having been in love with him since you were 12, you try to tone down your feelings "for the sake of professionalism" and claim it's simple admiration for someone who objectively has no flaws. but there is one small detail you missed, in all these years admiring him: he has an even bigger crush on you.

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[the-pale-goddess]

Vices & Virtues - Ethan Ramsey x MC

Dr. Ramsey's weaknesses don’t disturb his everyday life often, but when they do, a certain intern happens to always be involved.

Book: Open Heart, Intern Year (between Chapters 5 & 6)

Warnings: language, my rusty writing, a truckload of pining

Rating/Category: Teen+ / fluffy angst

Author’s note: [insert the ‘surprise, bitch’ & 'it's been 84 years' reaction GIFs]

I’m eternally grateful for the very few angels still waiting for new E&T content—this one’s for you 🫶🏻 Hope you’ll find a moment to read my word vomit and enjoy the mess (aka my writing). I appreciate every comment and like more than words can convey!

Edenbrook is indigestible on Mondays. Though Ethan Ramsey doesn’t believe in whatever ‘curse’ humankind attributed to an absolutely random day, he cannot deny the madness that usually ensues upon the beginning of each week. An inexplicable air of post-weekend malaise does tend to envelop the globe, and Boston is no lucky exception.

“Mondays suck!”

Striding across the hustly-bustly pediatric ward, Doctor Ramsey overhears an agitated boy explicitly expressing his annoyance.

Ethan’s Monday has been a doozy of a day as well, but he’d rather keep his troubles six feet under, preferably in concrete. Nevertheless, a drop of sympathy implores him to stop near the patient’s room and watch the scene unfold at a safe distance.

The child blows a raspberry at the nurse preparing him for a corridor-long wheelchair ride, clearly upset about the surgery he’s being taken to.

A heavy sigh followed by the unmistakable giggle of a certain copper-haired radiologist interrupts Ethan’s first break during today’s demanding shift.

“It’s not Monday, kid. It’s just your life.” Doctor Herbert whispers into Ethan’s ear, a large cup of raspberry tea in her hand. “But at least it’s going to be all rainbows and candy again in three weeks.”

Meanwhile, the situation has escalated quickly: a river of tears streams down the young Monday-hater's cheeks now, his concerned mother shooting pleading looks between her shuddering offspring and the strict nurse trying to efficiently finish the task so she could move on with her hectic schedule.

A pang of dejection pierces Ethan all of a sudden when a long-forgotten fragment of the past he buried flashes through his mind. Before its splinters reopen old wounds, he swiftly pushes the unwanted memory back to the unexplored depths of his psyche.

“I don’t think he’s heard you.”

“Gee, Doctor Ramsey, share some of that cheerful attitude with the rest of us!” Liz nudges his side, almost spilling her hot beverage on his foot. She mouths an apology, but his unimpressed gaze falls elsewhere.

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with it.”

“Thank God your interns still haven’t caught that grumpiness you’re suffering from.”

“No need to worry, it’s not contagious.” He gives a dismissive wave of his hand, partially to announce his departure, then continues the journey to his primary destination: the harmonious sanctuary of his private office.

As soon as the elevator door closes behind Ethan, the confined space becomes his temporary resort. He takes a deep breath, rubbing his sunken, aweary eyes to relieve the tension—an aching remnant of the sleepless night. The exhaustion begins to mess with his senses, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary; permanent fatigue has been his steadfast companion for more than a decade of his career as a doctor.

There’s a crack in that orderly, borderline clinical life of his, as big as a closed fist, and he’s slowly beginning to realize its detrimental consequences.

But none of that matters now.

What matters is that his desperate efforts to bend Naveen’s stubbornness weren’t in vain; there’s still hope—a notion Ethan isn’t exactly on board with, but he puts his trust in science, and beyond any doubt science will point him in the right direction. As long as there’s time, he’ll do whatever it takes to save his mentor, his friend. He’s confident he can do it, he’s capable of diagnosing and curing whichever mysterious illness keeps Naveen captive.

He’s the only one who can do it.

A double shot of deep roasted espresso shall help this cause. Or, at the very least, make his Monday slightly more endurable.

Loud metallic thud followed by a streak of bright fluorescent lighting annunciates the arrival. Empty, windowless corridor welcomes his nostrils with the odious mixture of staleness and antiseptic, typical of the office wing on the sixth floor. He operates on autopilot, mindlessly trudging ahead, marginally consoled by the aura of eerie quietude. Blissfully oblivious to what the so-called Manic Monday has prepared for him next.

All his rational thought and peerless logic evaporate into thin air the second his drowsy gaze zooms in on the old waiting room under renovation currently withheld by the recent budget cuts. Within its hoary walls, a familiar sylphlike figure catches his eye, unwittingly staking her claim to his undivided attention.

Ethan’s dire need of coffee has vanished as well; he’s wide awake now.

Smiling to herself, a sense of pride evident in the alluring dimples carved into her cheeks, Doctor Addams arranges a stack of papers atop a massive couch protected by thin plastic sheet.

Ethan acknowledges that he must ignore the tempest raging inside his chest, but he’s unable to focus on anything else other than the energy she exudes, luring him in like a siren’s song.

This isn’t the first time the infamous Doctor Terminator is utterly powerless in the face of her—the most intriguing mystery he’s tempted to unravel for some godforsaken, unfathomable reason.

Everything he knows about Tiffany Addams has been collateral damage from their close proximity and the isolating nature of their work. Against better judgment, Ethan has stored every single crumb of information thrown at him, like it’s a treasure guarded in the vault of his mind, acquiring new pieces and adding them to this clandestine collection.

With certainty, there’s a new element behind that glass wall, ready to be studied in secret.

As though pulled by a magnet, his feet carry him towards the room while Ethan shuffles through a myriad of excuses plausible enough to start a conversation. A good excuse, however, requires an elaborate background story, supported by a carefully planned follow-up—both of which clearly out of his reach at the moment.

Fully aware of the possible disaster awaiting inside, Ethan steps into the room quietly, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over his chest. A sophisticated scent of sultry vanilla wrapped with notes of luminous lavender pervades the space, handily smothering the musty odor of the old hospital furniture stored here for at least a year.

Heedless of his presence, Tiffany remains locked in her own bubble. She’s seated on the couch, browsing through a large leather bag with a lot of noise.

Long onyx locks neatly tamed in a sleek bun reveal the exquisitely sculpted contour of her features, its sharp edges so far removed from the overpowering warmth hiding in her sparkling emeralds and tenacious kindness dripping from the corners of her full mouth.

That stark contrast surely must be a part of her allure, he reckons. Not that there’s any evidence at his disposal—he’s her boss, for fuck’s sake. But the set of cardinal rules applying to the situation doesn’t stop him from looking, nor does it dilute the poison seeping from that singular contaminated thought…

Loud, treacherous voice snarls inside his mind like a beast at the gates of his sanity.

This isn’t staring, this is a comprehensive risk assessment.

Regardless of the pretext, watching her feels almost perverse, but he’s too transfixed to listen to his voice of reason hopelessly trying to redirect him to the path of impeccable propriety.

He can’t look away. Can’t move either. She'll notice him���Eventually.

Is that all he’s become? A disappointment, a fraud. One of the best diagnosticians of the generation, the esteemed Dr. Ethan Ramsey is consistently failing to do his job. His own mind appalls him—once the most treasured asset, his pride and joy, now compromised, useless, struggling to cut through the veil of his inappropriate longing.

Perhaps instead of triggering a spiral of destruction, he should address a more pressing matter: why is there a splotch of purple paint on her cheek?

Better late than never, his focus switches from Tiffany to the negligible surroundings. On her left, spread across the polythene-covered couch, lie a couple of ridiculously abstract drawings, colorful and confusing, each of them made with the skill and precision equal to a six-year-old if he has to guess.

Suddenly, it all clicks.

Along with his tongue.

The short clack doesn’t make her flinch, though she straightens immediately, a glimmer of surprise shining in her riveting eyes when she looks up at the intruder and deems him worthy of a smile. Her lush, rosy lips curl up generously, greeting him with a beam so dazzling his body heats up like bare skin kissed by the blazing midday sun in the middle of summer.

The older doctor doesn’t return the cordial gesture—he has a reputation to uphold and his bruised dignity to save. He quickly takes refuge in the shadow of his perfect decorum, dexterously covering the unjustifiable act of treason committed by his very own carnality.

Tiffany, however, is undeterred in her mission to melt his callous indifference with the disarming sincerity of her vivacious spirit.

“Before you drop your sarcastic grenades on me: no, I have not found my true calling elsewhere. I have not been slacking up either. These aren’t even mine, so insulting someone else’s artistic skills would be totally inappropriate.” Her hand waves over the drawings.

“I wouldn’t dare to insult a respected artist and credit you with their art.” He retorts flatly, then spills the aforementioned sarcasm like the Lord intended. “Early Pollock must cost a fortune or two. How come such rare artworks ended up in your possession?”

His comment inspires a peal of infectious laughter; the powerful melody of Tiffany’s unadulterated amusement conquers the room, all but obliterating the chronic sternness of Ethan’s face.

He cannot help but bask in the glory of this unexpected outcome: he’s the reason behind the glorious, velvety sound; she’s laughing because of him.

“You made a pretty solid assumption, Doctor Ramsey, but I have to disappoint you: early Pollock had an affair with surrealism and his style was way more compositional than this.” She points at the glittery mess splashed in the center of one of the pieces, not so subtly suppressing another wave of laughter.

Miss Addams and her irreplaceable wit painfully remind him of the golden rule he often pretends doesn’t concern his giant ego: do not speak on the topics your knowledge of is insufficient.

Lustrous vivid-green eyes fixed on him and the urgency he’s facing at the moment leave him no choice but to quickly shake off the embarrassment and adapt his reaction accordingly.

Reluctantly, Ethan clings to brutal honesty. “I’m not an art connoisseur, so I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Oh, trust me, you would.”

A smudge of amethyst retrieves the diagnostician’s attention for one split second, demanding a seamless change of topic.

“I presume you spent your lunch break on the pediatric ward again, trying to start a new art movement.”

Doctor Addams gasps theatrically and presses her slender fingers to her mouth, lowering her head slightly. “What gave me away?”

Ethan considers revealing the truth through another shot of bluntly delivered sarcasm (something he would have done in any other case), but his body betrays him, subconsciously drawing near Tiffany.

“Apart from the excited chatter on the second floor? Nothing.” He replies, straining to keep his impeccable composure just as she bites into her lower lip tantalizingly in what appears to be keen anticipation.

A few risky steps later she’s at his arm’s length, and he decides to measure that dangerously short distance; akin to an audience member of some ludicrous soap opera, the diagnostician observes his hand move towards the intern’s face in slow motion, as if that bloody limb wasn’t his and the falsely innocent intention swarming inside his incisive, virtuous mind filled him with repulsion.

Except he wants this. He needs to feel her.

Even though the mere ghost of an idea may bring his demise, he cannot break free, imprisoned by the torturous vision of her vanilla-scented skin gliding smoothly against his.

Much to his bewilderment, her breath quickens just as much as his; the evergreen forest in her eyes bursts into flames when their gazes meet, burning his hesitation down.

She wants this too.

Nothing could convince him to refrain from acting on this forbidden desire now, not a single reasonable thought seems to be charged with a cogent argument.

So he lets his thumb brush down her right cheek, down the lick of wet paint smeared across her warm skin, taking most of the dark purple off the silken canvas along the way.

The sky didn’t tear in half, there was no divine retribution exacted upon a sinner like him, no sign of punishment fit for his appalling misdeed.

“Nothing. At. All.”

Nothing but the silky smoothness of her face, rapid rise and fall of her shapely chest, and fiery heat searing through his veins…

Inevitably, the unbearable tension crackling between them dissipates in a flash when Tiffany snorts at the sight of his acrylic-stained thumb, a soundless ���fuck’ escapes her mouth as she sprints to find a prompt solution for the paintmergency, stripping him of time to ponder on what the living hell just happened.

He takes advantage of the moment, immediately scolding himself, forcing his thoughts to flee from the crime scene concocted by his newly depraved brain.

“Must be your enviable instinct of an outstanding diagnostician then.” Cheeky as ever, she casts a playful eye over Ethan while rummaging through the drawers, summoning him to focus on her.

Within a long minute, she scuttles back to him, stretched arm offering one of the two pieces of paper towel sprayed with hand sanitizer. They use it to rub the paint off their skin. As soon as they’re done, Ethan quips back. Sort of.

“The balance between mockery and flattery is a bit too delicate to be used in a professional environment, don’t you agree, Addams?”

Unintimidated by the tricky question, Tiffany lifts her shoulder in a half shrug. “It all depends on the intelligence of the person you’re speaking with. You’re ultrawealthy in that department, so I assumed you wouldn’t mind some harmless friendly banter.”

“We’re not friends.” The speed with which he retaliates might have just sealed his fate. Deep down, he doesn’t quite believe those words himself, but there are rules to be followed unconditionally, rules that cannot be broken under any circumstances.

Dark, noble brows accentuating the breadth of her radiance crease together in sheer bewilderment. He can almost hear the scoff she’s choking back when she sees right through the cone-shaped hole in the thick wall separating them.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“We’re getting there.” She nods vigorously, openly mocking his well-meaning mendacity with lips pursed into a thin line and narrowed eyes surveying him diligently.

„An attending befriending his intern? I can’t see that happening.”

A winning grin lights Tiffany’s features up. „It’s already happening, whether you like it or not.”

The more she pushes forward, infuriatingly so, the more he resists, fortifying his helpless defense.

„Would you be kind enough to explain why on Earth would I let it happen?”

“It’s beyond your control.” She shakes her head. „There’s nothing you can do now.”

He frowns at her, takes her fierce expression in, feigning utter disinterest in the mesmerizing spatter of freckles adorning her glowy skin.

Is the intensity of his glare too revealing? Can there be a flash of ardent curiosity swimming in his eyes and acting up against him?

„You’re awfully confident about all the wrong things, Rookie.”

She mimics the military salute, right hand raised sharply, touching her forehead, fingers and thumb extended and joined, palm facing down. „The colossal pain in your ass reporting for duty, sir.”

This display of her goofiness, derived from the smidgeon of irreverence he’s found himself covertly fond of, successfully penetrates his ruptured facade.

At last, Doctor Terminator’s perpetually grim face blooms with an ear-to-ear smile, so wide and genuine that Tiffany blinks once, twice, most probably questioning whether the exceptionally unusual scene in front of her is real.

The way she gapes at his mouth almost drills a hole in him—she’s that awestruck, like a pious believer who stumbled upon irrefutable evidence confirming the foundation of her faith.

“You should smile more. You…” Her plush lips part when she trails off, then sucks in a breath, as if to stop the profanation of their professional relationship jumping on the tip of her tongue from slipping out recklessly.

She wants this too.

“It suits you.”

Ethan’s cheeks erupt with disgraceful heat, resembling an awkward teenager attracting his crush’s attention for the very first time—the feeling almost as mortifying and inexcusable as the unprecedented lack of any snarky response.

As if the worst was yet to come, Tiffany keeps on staring at him with such exhilarating wonder and sureness he doesn’t quite know how to proceed with such abundance of emotion meddling with his stoic approach.

She wants this too.

For a fleeting moment, the abyss of his solitude shrinks significantly, purple paint filling the crack on the illusory contentment with the life he’s chosen, just as her piercing gaze invites him further into the impossible fantasy.

Then, a jolt of sobering guilt runs along his spine in a rude awakening, at the same time when Tiffany realizes the gravity of her daring statement and its perilous implications.

“I, erm…”

“Uhm, my…”

Ethan smashes the uncharacteristic uneasiness descending on them, a benign half-smile and barely perceptible nod encourage her to continue. “Go on.”

Her gaze flickers towards the hall, a tinge of crimson reddening freckled porcelain. “My break is almost over. I should head back to the ER.”

Hell must have frozen over: his fearless protégée, strong-willed and sharp-tongued at all times, befuddles him with this uncommonly demure armor plate she has put on. The most challenging obstacles and cases fail to break her down, stress and pressure never threaten her admirable strength, and yet there she is—bleeding from her own sword.

This supremely fascinating token of hidden vulnerability sheds new light on the beguiling collection of contradictions making her whole.

He examines the younger doctor pacing around the room as she gathers her belongings up, stuffing her capacious bag with them. Half-way, she spins to address him directly and points at her cheek.

“Am I…Still…?”

“No, you’re alright. The paint is gone.”

“Splendid.”

As she goes forward, assembling her patients’ drawings into a neat pile, and—rather intentionally—ignoring Ethan, he readjusts his tie and dives headfirst into the pool of her discomfort.

“Addams?”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to dedicate such a vast portion of your free time to helping others.”

She freezes, visibly offended, but still intent on avoiding his gaze. “I know. I want to.”

“What I meant...Is that you need to add yourself to the equation, Tiffany.”

“I’m doing just fine, thank you.” She scoffs, the barely noticeable defensive undertone reverberating in her firm answer not entirely convincing for the diagnostics virtuoso.

His evaluation is disrupted by the abominably loud beeping of Tiffany’s pager. Their eyes finally clash for a brief shootout with no winner before she shuts the damn thing up.

“Well then. See you later, Doctor Ramsey.” She blurts out hastily without giving him a second glance and turns round to rush out of the room, but stops in her tracks near the door.

Something sparks inside that brilliant mind of hers, reigniting her boldness. Dense curtain of long lashes flutters at him over her shoulder, inky-black and luxurious akin to the finest lace, the signature magnetic smile dancing on her lips again—this time infused with genuine concern. She inspects his countenance for a still moment, inch by inch, crease by crease, until her head falls to the side like she has just uncovered his biggest secret.

“Consider locking the door in your office and getting some rest.”

“Giving me advice isn’t included in your job description.” He sneers, the unnecessarily harsh huff of his disapproval concealing the alien sentiment spilling inside his chest.

Somehow it’s still not enough to antagonize her.

Her eyes bore into his audaciously; the gentleness gleaming from elusive emerald green, reminiscent of safety, offers shelter he despairingly seeks, but cannot take. “But it’s nice to have someone watching out for you, isn’t it?”

Somehow they might have more in common than one would think.

Careful not to expose the motley collection of feelings stirring his blood, Ethan draws in a long breath and slips his hands into the pockets of pristine white coat, perfecting his posture, with tense body standing even taller, as though to appear completely unaffected by her undeniable appeal, more unrelenting.

He’s been looked at countless times, yes, but this must be the first instance where he feels truly seen.

It is indeed nice.

The attending doesn’t say a word, for he would have to agree with the intern. She smirks triumphantly, accepting the tacit disbelief etched on his face as conclusive proof of her diagnosis.

Instead of claiming victory through verbal manifestation of her sass, Doctor Addams attacks him using a different weapon: a provocative wink. “Just think about it.”

With a graceful twirl indicating goodbye, his Rookie struts out, leaving a dizzying mist of her divine scent behind.

Wasting no time, Ethan scoots to the exact place where she stood prior to this moment, soaking up the delicious cloud of fragrance, unable to resist sniffing the air like some sort of disgustingly pathetic creep.

Thankfully, there are no witnesses to this particularly revolting descent into madness.

No witnesses to the beginning of his fall.

Mind over heart has never sounded more delusional than now, that his hard-won empire of spotless reason stands on the verge of crumbling. But he’s not giving up—he can’t give up. There’s too much at stake.

Beyond dispute, Ethan Ramsey is not an easy man to defeat. The King of Quiet Desperation wears his broken crown with arrogance, each burnished gem representing his sins, though the ultimate one hasn’t brought him down yet.

Having put the mask of nonchalance back on, Doctor Ramsey turns off the lights and stomps into the empty corridor—his hand still carrying the heavenly softness of Tiffany’s skin like a fingerprint, like a sin, shaky fingers curling at the very thought of the contact—then begins a seemingly casual stroll to his office.

He doesn’t have many vices—she is all of them.

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A/N2: Hope you enjoyed this bad boy ❤️ Sorry (not sorry) if it's too long and repetitive...I literally can't shut up when it comes to these two fsksjdkfjs Plus it felt really good to find my writing mojo after such a long time!

PS. If there are any typos and/or mistakes...No, there aren't lol I'm fighting COVID at the moment, so my brain's a little foggy. I had this fic sitting in my drafts and decided to just go with the flow while I'm feverish and can't see any faults sjfskfkjf I'll get back to everyone waiting for a reply when I'm more coherent. Stay safe, lovelies!

[thatanimewriter]

CLUMSY KITTY.

➳ request: HI ok, so thank for telling me about the unlimited requesting, (I won't send to many dw) here is one that I thought would be a cute idea.SO, we have a Weiss Schnee, Ruby Rose and Neopolitan x gn cat faunus reader who's stupid af and super short. Like shorter than Neo. Only by like 3 or 4 cm but still, they're short. Like a gremlin! They also radiate gremlin energy, by accident. Like they'll be in a store and accidentally knock something over and cause a fire. But then something bad happens, and they suggest something smart? Like what? I thought they were dumb? Yet they surprise us with this smart ass idea??? Hello?? :> 

➳ character/s: ruby rose, weiss schnee, neopolitan

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: thank you ashe for the requesttt and sorry for the wait

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

──  𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

honestly same

except the faunus part

but same

it can span from you saying 

“watch this >:))”

and climbing a tree in record time

but you put all your weight on the one branch that snapped off

and you come tumbling to the ground almost immediately after

even if you land on your feet it’s really funny and people can hear ruby’s laughter no matter where you are in beacon

but when it truly comes down to it

you’re a quick thinker and though it might take her a while to admit it

you always come up with better plans than she could ever-

with the war against ironwood and salem, your personality probably mellowed out a little bit

you were the one who suggested emerald become penny to help ambush ironwood

but you haven’t lost your ability to taunt people for being a little chaotic gremlin

──  𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐄.

you drive her insane.

she’s tryna be a cool girlie in school

top student type ish

and here you are

trying to spin your pen

and flinging it across the room by accident

probably into oobleck’s head

and you blame it on weiss every time but never get away with it

for that, you drive her insane

but the thing that truly brings her to check herself in to a psych ward

is when you genuinely suggest a good idea under the guise of stupidity

“wouldn’t it be craaaazy if we, like, split up and while the baddies are focused on the ones they’re fighting, the rest of us can go do what we need to do hehehehe”

bitch wtf-

that’s a good idea?? 

stop laughing??

──  𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍.

torchwick hates the both of you

neo will join you in stupid antics sometimes

also she has a new sense of bravado because she’s FINALLY taller than someone

she enables you a lot even if she shouldn’t

like seeing how tall a stack of chairs can go until it tips over if you sit on the top

and then crashing into a pile of crates carrying active dust-

naturally, neo is the one to pat down any uhhh

FIERY patches on your outfit

but you can’t escape torchwick’s scolding

both torchwick and neo often praise you for the strategies you manage to come up with though

like disguising dust as jewellery so you can bring it into functions without being questioned 

and without bringing a BAG that they’re gonna ask to check either way

a lot of the time, you drop random tidbits of knowledge

for topics that no one else thought to research until shower thoughts hit

neo appreciates your incessant rambling about how dust manufacturing works and you could hypothetically make your own without the help of these goons

[carefulfears]

Top 5 Skinner is annoyed with Mulder and Scully moments

okay this isn't really like him chewing them out but my top 5 "walter skinner doesn't need this" moments that make me giggle

1/ when mulder crashed the car and went missing in iwtb and skinner had to go pick scully up and he kept trying to calm her down and tell her to breathe and that mulder is fine

and he said "he wouldn't do anything crazy" and scully fully STOPPED to turn over and give him a LOOK

like this

it's lowkey my favorite moment in the movie because you can tell that scully is trying so hard to keep it together and her lip keeps quivering that whole scene until he says that line and she's just like???? i'm trying not to start screaming and your words of wisdom are "mulder wouldn't do anything crazy?????"

he's like girl i'm trying!!!! bless his heart

2/ when he asks mulder who the father of scully's baby is and mulder's just like "lol i dunno ask her" ...HE SUFFERS SO MUCH!!!

skinner was the first person to know about scully's pregnancy and the only person who was there for her for most of it and helping her, and he had made comments about mulder being the father before, so his ass knew. he's just like...so are y'all ready to be serious people or...?

mind you, at this point, skinner was the one who DUG MULDER'S COFFIN OUT OF THE GROUND!!!!!!!! just for him to behave like a deadbeat.

3/ when mulder was in the psych ward (the second time) and skinner was trying to help him and mulder just full-on physically attacked him to pass him a note written in BLOOD...girl WHAT?????

related: a couple years earlier when mulder was in the psych ward the first time for trying to shoot a man in skinner's office in front of him

4/ when mulder was on trial for murder and scully and skinner were like "we're gonna get you the best lawyer" and mulder's suicidal ass was like "lol no i don't want a lawyer skinman can defend me"

he suffers. so. much.

and then he DOES!!! he puts so much time and effort into trying to give mulder a good defense and mulder blocks like half their witnesses and is like i hope they DO give me death row, bitch!

once again can i remind you that skinner has already buried him

(also, that it was around this time that skinner had to tell him about william breaks my heart. but that's another conversation.)

5/ literally the entire episode of zero sum. skinner sold his soul to the devil to not only save scully, but to protect mulder too, and the whole time mulder is just cluelessly following behind like "almost figured out who sold their soul to the devil, boss!"

god it's literally so fucking funny like one of the funniest episodes of the show to me because it's like everyone forgets how good at his job mulder is until it's used against them

a few runner-ups but we could all go for ages:

all of the times that not only mulder and scully, but also clones of samantha, held him at gunpoint when he was just trying to help

the time mulder caught a sewer monster and skinner had to call the DA and ask how to prosecute it

this is an obvious one but the time mulder punched him because he’d been dosed with LSD

the line, "i helped A.D. skinner with his migraines. which he claims are due to you." that one of the baby agents says to mulder in s10

another favorite revival moment of mine is in this when mulder and scully are attacked and can't go home so skinner has to drive out to the woods and give them money

i don't even want to mention the time that mulder accidentally let a serial killer loose and then told skinner it was because of a dream

the reports that he has to read...the reports that he has to read....the reports that he has to read........

lol i just remembered when skinner brought krycek into mulder's office and mulder just SHOT up like a dog and tried to beat the shit out of him WORDLESSLY.

we love you so much skinman!

[livingwithhorrors]

Finally saw Lisa Frankenstein and enjoyed it. I also have an opinion on who killed Lisa’s mom…

In my opinion after watching and listening to what people said and did, I would not be surprised if her stepmother did it, or was involved.

Her dad is either naive or is hyper aware unlike others around him, but doesn’t point things out.

He appears clueless when we see him ignoring situations and signs, but at the same time it’s as if he’s intentionally ignoring things and focusing only on things that matter to him.

Either they mean to have him an intentional clueless person that is for comedic effect alone, or that is only part of it.

It came to a point I wondered if Lisa’s mother had brought her father back as she did her own ‘creature’ and she just was able to fix him for the most part and why he seemed off when it came to emotions.

So in the end it felt at first comedic clueless, neurodivergent and finally maybe ‘creature’ before I settled on he may just be neurodivergent.

Now why I think the step mom may have done it.

We hear from her daughter that’s she’s been married several times. What we don’t know is if she divorced them or they passed.

Add she starts to point fingers and suggest a mental ward stay for Lisa and happens to be a psych ward nurse.

Lisa hasn’t acted out, but the stepmother paints it as if she’s been doing so the whole time.

She swooped in to marry the father shortly after his wife’s death.

Moves them to a different town. Even if she and her daughter have lived there, she is separating Lisa and her father from their friends and people who know them and would notice a sudden disappearance.

The stepmom ‘happens’ to get ‘ill’ and threaten Lisa and I think she would have made Lisa have to use self defense or she would have lied that Lisa lashed out at her to put Lisa away.

Without Lisa around and her own daughter busy with cheer and ‘other things’, she’d be alone with her new husband.

Thus something happens and hubby dies, all his money goes to her as Lisa is stated unfit to receive it and take care of herself.

Even if it goes to Lisa, she could still become the one in charge of the money as holder and break laws to use it not for Lisa but herself.

A psych nurse would not make enough money for a nice house or to have diamond earrings, unless they’re an heirloom, but she promised hers to her daughter as if it was nothing.

One could say she just uses her daughter to make money at beauty pageants, but even then that wouldn’t be enough.

But interesting how the tanning bed is broken and never fixed or tossed.

If she knew that was busted she may not have cared much if someone should end up dead using it.

Though that makes one wonder if her daughter knew from the start or not it didn’t work and let Lisa go in intentionally.

She plays off hard to tell if she’s mean or not.

But in the end I think she may have been genuine, but also still sabotaging things for Lisa when it came to the boy they both liked.

We never see her actually try and hurt Lisa, but encourage her.

Sometimes she’s not good with her words and how to say or do things right, but she apologizes as soon as she knows she screwed up.

So in the end I think she cared about Lisa genuinely, were as her mother didn’t.

The stepmom was planning to get rid of Lisa from the start and never held back her venom against her.

Even her own daughter called her a bitch.

This, I think she killed Lisa’s mom. She didn’t kill Lisa, but planned to get rid of her in a mental ward or if she got lucky the tanning bed. (Though that is more plot device for other things and a guess she could have heard Lisa was going to use it).

We are shown a flashback of the murder, but we could say we can’t rely on what we’re seeing as it’s told by the step sister and imagined by her audience.

If Lisa ran and hide as told and didn’t come out until the cops came, she very well may not have seen the killer well enough outside of the mask, and if the mask was actually worn.

Lisa alone survived, but was mute for a good time.

So the killer seems to be only focused on Lisa’s mom as they don’t look for her and left.

Either in person or by proxy, I believe the Stepmom did it.

[azreactstowormtheserial]

Overboard [8.1-11.8]

SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SCROLL WHEN YOU HIT KEEP READING

--Yeah... Sorry for not keeping to that 'one arc at a time' promise. But whilst I'm in medical-recovery mode I have nothing better to do than Worm [The Serial] my afternoons away.

And look at that! I'm 1/3 through all of the main story. At least, by Arc-No. ? My friend said come the end of Arc 8, I'd graduated from 'Early Worm'. Should I be scared or happy to be gradually approaching 'Late Worm'?

Speaking of.

ARC 8 -- EXTERMINATION

Title Accurate.

ARC 9 -- SE

Okay, okay. I'll talk about Arc 8. It's a little weird to talk about as a whole. Way easier in the moment, reacting to things as they happen.

"1 in 4 of you (at least) will die."

Tattletale "down".

Aegis, Gallant, Iron Falcon, Mr. G,

Taylor -breaking her spine -- she could have died!

And I thought I couldn't handle the stress of the inter-group dynamic potentially crumbling at the end of Arc 7. Don't worry, we'll get to that.

The endbringers are a terrifying concept. Like, what do you do? Wear it down, hundreds dying to prevent hundreds of thousands from dying, only for it to recover for a few years, months, who knows-- before it attacks somewhere else, almost unprompted?

Almost. I have no idea what it was doing, edging slowly towards Coil's base like a fucking NGE Angel. That's almost as scary.

It just, picked people off. Indiscriminantly.

Kaiser. A powerful, influential-- horrible excuse for a human being, but still, a major player-- he's just dead! Just like that!

I'd started to like a few of The Wards towards the the end of Arc 6, I think. At first it was easy to group them into a 'haha these kids don't know any better, they're really snot-nosed about being heroes'-- which feels a lot nicer a label than what's actually happening.

They're just kids! 15, 16, Vista is 13. 13! Kids that've had a traumatic past, in one way or another. Up against, and dying to, an existential threat. Sentinel really helped put this into perspective.

I'd love to talk about individual moments that I thought were cool; Tattletale's analysis of Leviathan, The truce between heroes and villains, Clockblocker absolutely stepping the fuck up and pretty much clutching the entire fight. But I need to talk about Armsmaster.

(These few lines saved me.)

ARMSMASTER. You horrific excuse for a human being. Jeopardizing CHILDREN'S LIVES, YOUR COMRADES LIVES, PEOPLE'S LIVES-- AND FOR WHAT!?!?!?!?

WAIT NO STOP NO

I absolutely hate this fucking guy. How do you ruin everything in the middle of a natural(?) disaster killing thousands.

(Did I mention Shadow Stalker is Sophia. Huh. That's interesting! I'm sure it won't come up again.)

The arc ends really bittersweet.

I'm really sorry, Bitch. Showing up and saving Taylor was an amazing moment, but that's over half of your closest family, just gone.

But, I totally called it.

I know I wanted to take a break after all that, but I couldn't just leave it at "I told her my answer." -- I had to find out what it was!! So, after a few hours of psyching myself up, I got straight into the Interlude.

ARC 8 -- INTERLUDE [COIL]

How do you beat Coil? What -happened- to Coil to give him this power? Applied perfectly, his power makes him practically invulnerable. One of his only weak points being the immediacy after closing his second universe.

I still don't know how to feel about Coil. He's said in vague terms that his plan for Brockton Bay was to improve. Taylor, I think, took this to mean that people's livelihoods would be better. People would have food, shelter, water. But it's so difficult to tell, even with a direct view into his mind like this interlude gave. All I know is that this is a plan he's put a considerable amount of time and his life towards-- it has to mean a lot to him and he has to be strong in his ideals. I only hope that he isn't utterly insane.

Because if he is? If his motives are 'evil', unjust-- if you can even say they have the potential to be just, with how he operates-- I don't know if anyone can beat him.

...

Shit.

ARC 9 -- SENTINEL

This arc was nice. The breather I needed, and was worried I wouldn't get, after Arc 8's Interlude.

I mentioned that I'd started to like The Wards a little earlier in the story, so the emotional beats really worked here for me. And even if I didn't, this arc'd easily have been a turning point.

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[Az.Interlude: Obligatory Wards (And Co.) Tier List]

Bold means #1 in each thing if there's more than 1.

S [Super :)] - Flechette, Glory Girl, ****Shadow Stalker****, Vista

A [A cool character] - *Clockblocker, Gallant, Kid Win, Panacea, ****Weld***

B [Baegis Tier] - Aegis

C [Cant Remember] - Browbeat

(Sorry Browbeat, who apparently died offscreen in Arc 8.)

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I say it's nice, but really we're just seeing a few kids grieve the deaths of their friends. Is that what 'nice' is, in Worm?

Sophia/Shadow Stalker is growing into a more and more interesting character. Though everyone got their fair share of attention, I found her scenes, like the one with Flechette in 9.2, quite interesting.

I* think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. *

A lot of my thoughts on Arc 9 I think are just snippets at characters I like. I really liked Weld, and felt 'kinda bad for him. He's trying his best! He's just walking into all this mess.

Vista's chapter made me cry. She's so strong for standing up to Shadow Stalker like that! And the story's tackling on trying to 'fill in' somebody's role after they've passed really hit me like a freight train.

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[Az.Interlude 2: Now Obligatory Protectorate (and Dragon) Tier List]

S [This is actually based off of the arc 10 interlude, wait for that.] - Dragon

A [Assault- Oh] - Miss Militia

B [Battery] - Battery

C [Cool? I think?] - Assault, Triumph, Velocity

D ['Dunno] - [Anyone who I haven't remembered. I don't know that many...]

F [Fucking Armsmaster] - Guess who

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9.3 was a nifty chapter, too. It's probably the only instance of a 'character are bored in an exposition-lecture' that I've actually thought was pretty well done?

Also, it's nice to get some Clockblocker characterisation. He gets a pass for his flaws because of his context. I do hope his dad ends up getting healed-- but the scenario as a whole really makes me feel for Amy/Panacea. There's so much suffering in the world, and it's -technically- preventable. Just through her. How much of a weight on her shoulders is that?

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[Az.Interlude 3: Favorite Arcs]

S - [Super Good Arc] [4. Shell] [8. Extermination] [9. Sentinel] [10. Parasite.]

A [A really good Arc] - [11. Infestation] [6. Tangle] [7. Buzz]

B [Breally good] - [1. Gestation] [2. Insinuation] [3. Agitation]

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(See what I'm doing there, by the way? Interlude Arc? Load of Interlude Tier lists? Whatever.) KID WIN ADHD TINKER REP!!!!

I think that's my cue to hop on over to

ARC 10 -- PARASITE

Okay, sure, sure-- Taylor's back, but on uneasy terms, swallowing her pride, sure--

ALEC. ALEC! I THOUGHT YOU JUST MADE PEOPLE TRIP! And I thought even how -that- power was utilized was a little horrifying. This is just... I mean. I'll talk about it some more in the interlude.

Hi Imp! It's nice to meet you! Where'd you come from? Or maybe she was here the whole time, and that's her power--

Imp's neat. I like her power, and I'm hoping we see more of her! She doesn't quite live up to the rest of the gang just yet, but, I mean-- they've been around 9 more arcs. I was wondering if The Undersiders were going to recruit some more members...

This Arc's short but sweet. An infiltration à la the bank robbery, some fights with some superheroes-- and, Dragon!!! Dragon is so cool!!! I love Dragon!!!! We'll get there!!!!

I expected Bitch and Taylor to have a proper confrontation about everything, but... She really just sabotaged her mid-mission? Taylor's beatdown of her was unfortunately deserved-- like, c'mon. You're hurt. More than any of the others, really. But you didn't even 'eye for an eye' her, you went ahead and 'eye for a head' or whatever the relevant saying'd be. I

*really

* hope she takes her up on that offer.

Everything was going alright, even if Dragon'd appeared and made the escape a little tricky. And, oh. A meeting with Coil. Maybe Taylor can hash things out, and come up with a deal that reflects her--

So. That's one way to make an impression of a new overarching villain group. What the actual fuck, Jack. The absolute balls of this reveal-- I have no idea what to make of it, and already Jack just in how he's been described in passing, and-- this-- already made me clock him as a huge threat. I can't wait to see how this goes. I'm sure it'll go great. I'm sure.

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [ALEC]

Alec, alecalecalec-- What the actual fuck. I really should have thought twice when Lisa clocked you as a sociopath on first sight. This chapter was scary. Even Sophia doesn't deserve that. The "breach of privacy" -- if you can even -call- it that, with how far it went, made me sick to my stomach.

It's 'kinda crazy that this is just something that continued word-for-word from an earlier chapter. What else has happened directly after Taylor's POV left a scene? What has she missed?

I'm sure this won't come back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Or that.

I think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. [2]

Even after all that. I still like Alec. I think. In his own, fucked up, twisted way, he's getting payback for Taylor. He just has no limit. And, I mean-- he is still a kid. That had a horrendous, abuse-ridden upbringing. I don't know. I'm allowed to have complicated feelings about the main cast!

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [DRAGON]

Dragon, on the other hand, is objectively fucking cool. She's not even human! What?! It's 2011! Or something like that. I'm a bit of a dork for the 'kinda stuff that the opening third of this chapter was. That it was layered with limitations, purposeful, intended ones that dig under Dragon's skin at all times-- that she's keeping this a secret from even her closest co-workers-- only made me root for her character even more. I'm hoping she's, uh. 'One of the good ones'? Is that how you'd put it? Weird considering she's a hero, but--

*Armsmaster. *Come on.

Oh, look. It came back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Taylor in Arc 11 ruminates on how she'd face losing her civillian identity. But I don't think she quite understands the ramification of it just yet. This is the beginning of the end, in that regard-- Dragon found her.

I'll try not to gush about an interlude too much just to get to Arc 11 and wrap up this post before the day's over, so I'll just leave it at:

*The conversation between Lung and Marquis was very interesting. ****I hope Amy is okay.***

Arc 11 -- INFESTATION (I haven't read the interludes yet! I thought the final base-11 was a good place to stop.)

The Merchants are pretty fucked up, huh? 'Might makes Right' as an actual group philosphy never works. And I don't think the leader's are -that- stupid. I wonder what their deal is?

And, yeah. I'll finally bring it up, Worm. You've got me. *I'm interested in whatever the fuck Case 53 is. *And so is Faultine, apparently. Let's hope they stay in touch with Lisa.

Skitter taking over her territory was rad. She'll make a great monarch! (Queen bee? Is there an insect joke you can make here?)

Whatever my views about how things should be handled, Taylor's helping people in the here and now, and keeping groups like The Merchants out. Helping families. I think what she's doing is right.

And, for once, it all works out! Not without a hitch. Or an underlying dread. Taylor being the arbiter of one of the more straight up 'bad' Merchant's fate is a little telling that her moral's have shifted, somewhat. She's more comfortable leaving someone to die than insisting they have the right to a fair trial, etc-- even if the situtation did totally call for it.

Faultline's crew showing up was neat. I don't think I've mentioned Labyrinth, actually. Her and Newter are my favorite of Faultline's crew. I might go back and re-read Gregor's interlude, just for another look at how Faultline runs things.

And, my god. Brian finally picked up some slack, after some nudging via Lisa. Good on her. The dynamic needs some work from the both of them to build up the trust they once had. But they'll be friends in no time. I hope. Everything's working out.

...

*Oh my god, No, Taylor you can't ****say it!***

Everything is going to go to shit, isn't it?

I don't want to read on anymore. Can't it stop right here? Taylor won, got her friends back? Please?

See you all on the other side. Promise it won't take as long.

[bathroomdemon]

Ey, so it's my first time posting, but here's my experience with shifting to give you a perspective on having mental illness, and learning disabilities can change your view whilst shifting. And some general advice for shifting.

So first of all to preface, I'm a trans guy, Borderline Personality Disorder(BPD), Autism, Adhd, and learning disabilities. So I you don't want to associate or hear about that skedaddle kindly from my sight. I don't care about your negativity toss that garbage in the incinerator. Thank you.

Having these conditions can drastically affect your perspective in life. So, of course, it's gonna affect other things. IT'S A COW FARM THERE'S GONNA BE COWS OUTSIDE!

So, with that in mind, if you do have a mental illness and / or have struggled greatly. It's natural to assume something like shifting is hard when you've had to struggle to survive. But it's okay no matter what persist I know.. it's not all sunshine and rainbows trusting yourself. You'll get there, no doubt. Keep going. There are people out there who will support you in this community. Reach out. It's easy, hell. Even if you have anxiety, it's a few minutes of unease, then hit send. Currently, I'm feeling very nervous typing this out.

Take your mental health seriously, if you feel burnt out, or something along the lines of that. It's okay to recuperate, then go about whatever makes works for you to shift. For the love of all things unholy, don't force yourself if you aren't up to it! Shifting is not hard. You could accidentally do it whilst farting okay?

It's okay to feel helpless sometimes, but if it's constant, please put shifting on the back burner. Seek help if medications work for you take them. Find coping mechanisms that work for you. I struggle a lot as well, but you can't let it get you down forever. Wallowing in your own inability to make a choice or self-pity won't help you.

Also, treat yourself nicely it's okay to have a wide range of emotions. Pamper yourself you deserve it. Personally, I've forced myself some days to go about and shift. Guess what? I wanted to crawl into a whole a wither away. The psyche ward felt more comfy than the constant forcing myself to do my shifting routine.(Personal experience)

Find a way that works for you. And what that actually means is that you can try methods, tweak them, make your own, use a subliminal, put earplugs in and vibe, or not even use a method you don't need one. Customize that bitch like your own room. In fact, think of it like your room. You have certain tastes you cater to. Sure, yours might look similar to another, but it's still different, minutly, albeit. So customize!!!Nobody can make you shift. You have to make the choice. Make the godamn choice. Shift. I'm going to shift now gl ppl happy shifting.

[novankenn]

2am (Chp 10)

--== Table of Contents ==--

A/N - MATURE CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING. Contains depictions/descriptions of severe depression, self-harm, and suicide.

Skip this chapter if these are uncomfortable topics for you. 

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Before tossing the scroll aside… Jaune with tears send a group message to three very specific people. Saphron, his Mother, and Pyrrha’’s mom.

Tell Az daddy loves her so much… and that he’s sorry.

Tossing his scroll aside, to clatter along the laminate floor, Jaune climbed onto the kitchen chair he had been just sitting on. The chair rocked as he roughly shifted his weight back and forth before it was knocked out from under him. His feet dangled, jerked and twisted in the air.

Jaune blinked back his tears, and with a shaking breath tapped the call button with his thumb. Slowly, he brought the device up to his ear as the call started to go through.

The world was going black, and felt his arms grow heavy and fall from the rope that was chocking out his life. As things finally started to fully fade away, he thought he heard a slam and a scream. Did some just yell his name?

Jaune awoke several hours later in the psyche ward of Argus Memorial Hospital. Restrained, he had no way to defend himself as his sister, Saphron, tore him a new one, before having to be restrained herself for starting to beat on his chest.

“Hello? Doctor Primrose? It’s Jaune… Jaune Arc.” Jaune nodded his head as tears dripped down his cheeks. “Yeah… I’m… I’m having a real hard time right now… can… can I make an appointment to come in?”

Mercury Black, Jaune’s scheduled training partner, entered the locker room looking for his charge. Jaune never took this long to get ready, and when he turned the corner and saw the absolute wreck, Jaune was… he instantly understood why.

“You okay J?”

“Oh, hey.” Jaune sniffled and wiped his eyes, “I’m… I’m good. Be right…”

“No. You’re going to put your gear away and take a day, maybe two or three.”

“I said I’m fine.” Jaune weakly protested.

“And as your trainer, I say you’re not.” Mercury moved closer and took a seat on the bench near Jaune. “Sit, talk to me.”

“You know about last night, right?” Jaune asked, with a soft voice.

“I heard.” Mercury replied without his normal snark. “You need to talk about it?”

“How… how do I?”

“I don't know, Jaune.” Mercury replied. “I don’t know the whole story, and to be honest I’m a bit of a bastard, so I don't want to know… but if you want a direct answer… I’ll give you one.”

“Az still loves her mom… and I… I think I do as well… but how do I deal with all the fucking shit that has happened?” Mercury could tell Jaune was trying desperately to make himself angry. “It’s all over… the assholes used to use her own scroll to send me shit! How do I deal with all that?”

“You have a big choice to make, and it sounds like so does she.” Mercury leaned forward, planting his elbows on his thighs. “My love life is a shitshow. Always has been. Like I said I’m a bastard and I attract bitches… but out of the few times I actually had a long term relationship… before I fucked it up… the thing that kept it moving forward was… honesty.”

“Whether you and her decided to go back to knocking boots,” Mercury looked Jaune straight in the eyes, “or just stay friends, you need to be honest with her about what you know and how you feel.”

“I have to be honest? What about…”

“AND you need to tell her in no uncertain terms you need honesty from her. Don't back down… you said you’ve been sent shit. Let her know that you’ve seen that crap. Tell her you want the truth from her… and if she refuses… tell her to go fuck herself.”

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A/N - So this I feel are the last of the really MATURE chapters. I'm not sure, but there could be some more later down the road... but for now the past has been exposed... now it's time to see if these old wounds can be healed.

This like the previous two was ROUGH to write and I've forced myself to punch them out, so I can get past this part. So my appoligies for the rushed quality.

[hannahwatcheshorror]

CHILD'S PLAY (1988)

💁‍♀️Strong Female Lead

A classic film about a scary thought, “What if my doll were alive?” Chucky is the original ANNABELLE (well, that isn’t entirely true) and masters the cute to creepy transition in seconds flat. No time is wasted showing you how the doll comes to life, it just takes a moment for him to belong to someone and for the killings to begin. Nicely paced and well acted with very nice effects especially for the main man himself. Should encourage you to be a little nicer to those “inanimate” objects around you.

⭐⭐⭐.5

(trigger warning sexual aggression/violence against a woman)

Charles Lee Ray, a serial killer, is about to die in a toy store when he says Abracadabra (by The Steve Miller Band) over a little ginger doll (since it has no soul) and puts his soul in it with voodoo (wack). A nice lady buys the “doll” for her son's birthday and gives it to her little brat (nah, he is a cutie) and doesn’t realize what hell will soon be breaking loose. The aunt is babysitting but she won't be there long because Andy has a new best friend in Chucky the doll and the doll wants to play. Death by toy hammer to the face then dramatically falling out a window is weak as hell though, I just gotta say, Aunt Maggie. 

Karen comes home to find her babysitter dead and her son blaming it on the doll (yeah, right, kid) to which she says, “Yeah, right, kid, tell me the truth.” The detective is wary and thinks the kid killed the aunt which is so fucking funny, I just have to say, this kid is such a small little baby who is so confused and he certainly didn’t kill a bitch. ANYWAY. Things keep escalating when Chucky makes Andy skip school and visit his old accomplice's house to blow the place up (with the dude inside). Now Andy is sent to the nuthouse because he says Chucky is alive and no one believes him! Chucky goes on a side quest and finds out his only shot at being human again is to become Andy (yikes).

Distraught about her son in a psych ward, Karen goes home with the doll and commands it to talk to her. Fucker doesn’t listen so she threatens to burn him over the fire, that gets him talking. Now she knows her son isn’t a liar. Ms. Barclay makes our detective listen to her by putting herself in danger and damn it if that doesn’t make me fall in love with her. We love a woman who will recklessly go after a mad man (or doll) because of their kid. Chucky goes after the detective who barely makes it out alive but now at least he believes.

Andy is locked up in the psych ward still and sees a spritely little Chucky parkour his way up the steps and into the hospital on his way up to get Andy. The doctors think the kid is off his nut and you feel this sense of helplessness for him because we know he is telling the truth!  Poor little Andy even has to watch a guy get electroshock therapy to death which I'm sure won’t scar him for life (it will). After narrowly avoiding capture at the hospital, Andy goes home to try and wait out his best fiend.

Like an unfriendly Santa, guess who comes down the chimney? None other than Chucky in the flesh, I mean, plastic. Chucky decks the kid in the head with a fucking baseball bat like it’s no big deal. UM. WACK. (Ha) He attempts to start the ritual but Mom and the detective come back in the nick of time. After a little more bat whacking on the detective, Chucky gets the Freddie Lounds special (a full fire cleansing) which STILL isn’t enough for this evil bastard. They have to shoot him in the heart and he barely goes down then. They are all safe (for now).

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Sigh…

• Die

• For whatever reason but sure🫤

• Why do we need to help Uma and Alex fix their problems? DO NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE???

• The way Daphne just let go so easily of the fact that Uma tried to make moves on Raf. She’s too nice omg girl we needa get you outta here before these people ruin you😭😭😭

• Y’all I could not go through this post without acknowledging this swimsuit it’s sooooooo good.

• Yeah ummmm Daph, even if I wanted to revenge flirt to make Bryson jealous literally none of these other people tickle my fancy in the slightest bit so that was never even in consideration.

• Get a load of this guy😂😂😂😂😂

• Oh wait never mind Travis is a part of the Willow Hate Club, he’s cool now🤩

• Yes, working out with Bryson instead of just speaking to him is gonna help the current issue…

• Aw even Raf is a #Tyson stan…well he’s also literally in love with Tanya but that’s besides the point!

• I’m crying they all fucking hate Willow girlllll get yo ass outta here💀💀💀

• Ok Raf’s advice at least makes more sense for Bryson but once again what am I getting advice for when I literally just have to talk to him??? That’s that damn cash grab shit we be talking about chile.

• No, I really don’t think you know how annoying this is babe🫤🫤🫤

• Mmmm I hardly believe that but sure I guess I’ll go with it!

• Aw they made up, how sweet😍 (They’re literally gonna fight again next week)

• Oh girl PLEASE

• The apology being her saying sorry like twice and then going on a whole tangent about why she still thinks her and Bryson are meant to be…someone give me the number to the nearest psych ward I’m not kidding.

• Finally after 2 centuries Bryson wants to talk.

• Oh we are so back yassss!

• I'm glad Bryson knows how lucky he is🥰🥰🥰

• Why I forget that we were coupled up with Vicky LMAOOOOOO sorry girl.

• It's literally the middle of the day and we're finna do a challenge...why are we getting dressed up??? Anyways outfit time!

• Fusebox I gotta hand it to y'all. 90% of the looks this season have been eating.

• Yasss bae is starting to act like a real man!

• Vicky I'm so sorry to leave you with that demon but I gotta put me first sis.

• What???????????

• Bryson don't be saying freaky shit like that to me like I won't pull them pants down right now!

• That convo on the terrace was too cuuuuuute.

• Fusebox why can your AI not spell "biased" right? This is the second time it's been spelled wrong. What the fuck is "biassed"??? Bitch nobody has two asses, how can someone be "biassed"?????

• OH END THAT RAGGEDY BITCH!!!

• Outfit time again!

• Can I just say I love all of the Y2K influences I'm seeing in a lot of the clothes this year ugggghhh they know me so well.

• They be coming up with anything😭

• Everyone trying hard to look like the perfect couple and then there's just us doing a marriage proposal with a pretzel...literally goals.

• These niggas are a literal cult I'm so dead😭😭😭

• This whole boytime bedtime sequence was so stupid and honestly I'm glad this season is bringing back just pure unserious moments like this.

• If you know me then you already KNOW what option I chose😈

• Oh boo I thought clocking his tea would get more of a reaction than that. I guess they gotta save the drama for the "big reveal" at the last recoupling🙄🙄🙄

• Oh brother...

• Yes, please end my suffering!

[nickelkeep]

Conversion

Story by @bleuzombie, Art by @nickelkeep.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 12,000

Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence, Non-Con, Medical Non-Con, Attempted Sexual Assault, Sexual Assault, Conversion Therapy, Psychological Horror, Trans Dean, Gay Castiel, Waterboarding, Religious Trauma and Abuse, Strip Search, Misgendering, Homophobia, Transphobia, Medical Neglect, Medical Neglect resulting in death, First Kiss, Abused Dean Winchester, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Exorcism, Drowning, Reality-based Horror, Man-Made Horror, Modern Setting, No Supernatural

Summary:

In order to avoid a jail sentence trans man Dean agrees to attend religious-based residential treatment for 90 days. Dean fights to maintain his sense of self as he is attacked mentally, and physically, and fights to protect his new friends Charlie and Castiel. Soon the treatment turns to torture. 

Jail would have been preferable.

Snippet:

The back of his chair falls out from behind him, bringing a startled yelp from his Dean. A cloth sack is shoved over his head and before he has time to react he feels a cold wetness fill the bag and his mouth. He can't stop himself from screaming for help as the water fills his surroundings, choking him, plastering the sack to his face. Distantly he hears voices as the water continues. They are waterboarding him. Dean struggles against his restraints as the water fills his lungs. He sputters, struggling to free his hands to pull himself free of the sack. Dean can’t see much in the wet darkness of his prison but still his vision starts to darken. This is it. He’s going to die in some bullshit psych ward with a bunch of religious zealots praising a god that isn’t there. And then Charlie will be next. 

Dean can’t let that happen. He does his best to stop struggling breathing out until he’s out of air. His lungs burn and he feels like he’s going to pass out when blinding light fills his vision. That first full breath burns. Dean pants as he pulls in air too fast, making him lightheaded. 

“God…” Dean pants as he tries to speak; the room is still too bright, and Dean feels high from all the oxygen now flooding his system. “... is.”

“Yes, Sister Deanna!” Metatron cries, hands raised in exaltation. “Praise our Lord and Savior as you see the light!” 

Dean’s chest heaves. He rolls his head back and smiles at Metatron. “Dead.” Dean starts to laugh, now that he can fully breathe. His laughter fills the room as he stares at the horrified faces of the orderlies. “Is that the best you got, you ugly bitch?” 

“Oh, I think you’ll find we are just getting started, sweetheart,” Metatron slaps Dean’s face lightly before nodding. Dean sucks in a breath and holds it as the sack is put over his head again and water poured over him. He tries to turn his head to the side but strong hands hold him in place. He feels fingers searching from the outside of the bag to pry his mouth open. Dean shakes his head as much as he is able but a finger splits the seal of his lips, wet, rough material scraping his lips. Dean reluctantly releases the breath he was holding, water filling his mouth as he bites down as hard as he can. He feels warmth spread around the finger and he bites harder, trying to thrash his head to the side.

Coming to @deancashorrorfest this October!

[archangeltwins]

living with this as an undiagnosed / misdiagnosed kid & teen, and now she wants to claim that she 'quit her job to take care of me'???????

examples I can remember/haven't entirely blocked out:

- calling me bitch, selfish, lazy, ungrateful, entitled, asshole, worthless

- empty-feeling praise or encouragement

- emotionally distant?

- felt my accomplishments were not my own, that they were only for them

- always had to pick which parent was right in a petty argument, to "back them up"

- NEVER felt that I was allowed to express emotions the correct way

- has never admitted she's wrong and makes me out to be the martyr instead

- accusing me of being a fibber, that everything that comes out of my mouth is a lie

- "you haven't been abused"

- wants me to apologize to her most times, instead of the other way around

- bringing up my past mistakes and provoking me into getting angry with her ("why are you always so angry with me/us?")

- ignoring my privacy or boundaries (wanting to know who I'm talking with, then tells me "she doesn't care who I talk to") on my phone/barging into bedroom unannounced, even when door is closed

- never let me shut/lock my door throughout childhood, always wanted me to keep it open "to see if I was doing anything suspicious"

- door taken off the hinges for punishments I can't remember/or blocked out entirely (stupid ones, like slamming too hard)

- always having to ask permission to do things (go out with friends/buy stuff/etc)

- telling me when I got upset that I was "too sensitive' or that I "couldn't take a joke"

- she has spanked me until I cried (younger), as I tried to protect my bottom from the smacks I was told to move my hands

- always thinks I have an "attitude" (and forbid I try to explain myself...)

- "I'm your mother!"

- "my house, my rules" (but if the house needed cleaning, it was "my" house too?)

- "I yell because I love you"

- "I brought you into this world, I can take you out" (threatening me with murder, great!)

- said that living "under their roof" was a privilege, not a right

- insults as sarcasm or put-downs, especially during lectures

- complains about how i never do anything, then jumps to do it once we offer (with a huff and "ungrateful" or "lazy")

- threatened suicide during a fit just to get us to pay attention to her

- said that if "[therapist] doesn't give them the answers they want" then I won't be going anymore

- threatened to take my phone/cut off service/etc to try and get me to feel...small? reliant on them?

- "you're not the adult in this house and you don't get to make the rules"

- also threatened to "take everything they've paid for" out of my room and leave me with the stuff I've bought

- threatening abandonment "driving off and never coming back"/etc after tirades

- "we're not the problem, you are"

- "we love you and want to see you happy" (right...)

- "we're the parents and you're the child"

- during "family meetings", she wanted to record what I say/do and I didn't get to have a say whether I want her to or not

- used to yell and get furious, then "apologize" and act completely normal (always thought that her quick flip to normalcy was so bewildering)

- used to make me decide my own punishment (soap/spoon/flyswatter/etc)

- threatening to send me to a psych ward bc of an autistic shutdown

- both of them used me as their sounding board to vent about the other parent when they should've been going to FUCKING THERAPY

- i would be so terrified of her blowups that i'd self-punish before she got home by putting all my electronics in her room

- sound of her car keys / car door shutting? instant dread and cold fear

[theuniverseawakens347]

Trying to make it seem like Howard was responsible for gilbreana death .. I literally get off on her picture being hung up in the house and sent pornography to the White House off his computer from the robbery may 21 to not be caught for UR WHOLE WILLING PART IN HER MURDER.

And ur switched ur computer w Howard’s computer ..

Then wiped his and took it for ur own .. WHILE U WENT TO THE CABIN THATS WILD LEE

Meh came back to HIS LAPTOP MISSING OFF HIS DESK … but REALLY ITS UR LAPTOP THE FUCKING APPLE ID DOESNT EVEN MATCH HIS RECEIPT FOR THE COMPUTER YAL BOUGHT ME ..AND MINE WASNT WVEN IN THE HOUSE AT THE TIME I WAS AT AVA AND MINE GOT NIGGAS IS GODS ( incriminating) WEED STICKERS ALL OVER IT LEE

And I replaced my COVER ABD ATILL GOT WEED STICKERS ON MINE ..

U GIYS GOT THE SMOOTH GREY ONES BUT LIKE AGAIN .. APPLE ID LEE .. u really don’t know how to work a computer or

U paid Alissa AND FRIENDS OF IAN TO LITERALLY “HACK IT” WILLINGLY GAVE PASSWORD AND SEND NUDES FROM HOWARDS EMAIL ..

HE SIGNED IN ONCE AND LEFT IT OPEN ..

BITXH U SENT THE NUDES UR SELF THEN HAD MOFO STEAL THE COMPUTER TO “HIDE THE EVIDENCE “ and then tell Ian to take Howard’s safe of guns and go committ a murder which h4_eazy “did” and GOT CAUGHT W REGISTERED GUNS N HOWARDS NAME N CHRIS TRIED TO SAY HOWARD KILLED ALEXIS … CAUSE THAT CASE WAS BEING REOPENED

All this was being reopened ON MY FAMILY CAUSE IT LITERALLY GOES RIGHT BACK TO U ALISSA SAYING SHE DIDNT KNOW ..BITCH I SEEN LEXI FACE WE LOOK LIKE TWINS YEAH IT WAS BEFORE WE MET AND CHRIS U BEEN FUCKIN KNEW MY NIGGA WE WENT TO 54 th together no wonder Myron played stupid when Lauryn Reese brought me around

ALL. YALL NIGGAS BEEN AFTER ME N MY FAMILY ON BEHALF OF LEE ARLVICTORIALONGTON FAMILY SINCE THE BEGINNING TIME LEE ANTI MASONS VS MANSON ( MY FAMILY IN THE-SKY )

GIRL BYE LIKE BE SO FUCKING FR. EVERY FRIEND IVE HAD AROUND ME KNEW U ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AND WAS PAID OFF OR THREATEN TO HIDE MY TRUTH U BEEEEEN ALWAYS KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP W ME OR ELSE U WEIRDO BITCHES WOULDNT HAVE WORKED SO HARD. NO MATTER HOW I SAY IT YAL BIGGAS KNOW IT ALWAYS TURNS ME U OBVIOUS THE FUCK LY KNOWING IM GOD AND UR SATAN AS FUCK.

Chris UR A DICK HEAD WILLINGLY KILLING ALEXIS AND PASSING CHILD PORN TO PUT ON HOWARD NUGENT CAUSE LEE SAID YAL WOULD GET OUT DUE TO LEGAL BACKING .. what bitch, KILLING ME!?

HOW U GON KILL ME WHEN U KNOW IM ETERNAL AND U SHOWED ME LAW ABIDING CITIZEN MY TRUTH.

But you REAL LIFE DIDNT WANT DIE ALONE. SO UR HOLDING HOWARD HOSTAGE WHO UNALSO KNW IS ONE OF MINE .. AND THEN ROOED THE KIDS INTO IT INCASE HE LEAVES U

He real life like bomb protection squad rn and I’m real life hostage til I SAID ALL THIS CAUSE U TOOK BITCH MADE TO SPEAK UP DAWG HOE. THATS SAD. ALL THAT CRIME BUT U CANT PUT YO FUCKING CHEST OUT AND TAKE THE TIME .. THEN WHY FUCKING DO IT ..

Trying to claim insanity card THATS WHY U HAD THE KIDS DO ALL THIS CAUSE UR REAL LIFE EMBARRASSED THAT THUS IS LEGIT U AS A PERSON NATURALLY AS I STARED ON THE BLOG AND AT 11 when I said I hated u for some fucking reason .. BITCH I MEAN 🤯 WHAT LEE U COULDNT SAY “CASH UR GAWD IM THE DEVIL”

UR AFRAID OF DEATH BUT URSELF IN A FEDERAL FUCKING CASE AND ROPED IDIOT KIDS INTO SO U COULD FEEL SMARTER THAN SOMEONE .. Therese turned .. FAMILY PAID OFF BY HOWARD TO MAKE RIGHT TURN THEMSELVES IN ADMIT TO ME AND THEN I PAY THEM OFF TO NOT DONIT .. NATIONAL TERRORIST DID THE SAME TO FRIENDS BUT U WANA OPEN AN HARASSMENT CASE ON ME .. MY NIGGA U CANT BE FOR REAL ..HAVE U BEEN MEDICATED THIS WHOLE TIKE FOR A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AINT TELL NO ONE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN STOP TAKING MEDS CAUSE I SAID WHATEVER U GAVE ME AT THE PSYCHWARD GOES RIGHT BACK TO U???

Girl .. BUT IM MENTALLY UNstaBLE?

EVEN WHEN KNOWING THE SHIT WAS AWFUL FOR ME I STILL TOOK IT ALL OF IT WVEN AT ST FRANCIS.

My nigga take it to the chin WTF U DO THIS FOR.

U put me in psych wards cause that was a projection of ur own truth like trying to sell a fucking pound of OH SO CLEARLY SHIT WEED.

My nigga I really been living 21 YEARS W A PSYCHO WHO PUT ME IN HER CARE AFTER EVERY FUCKING THING IVE GONE THRU BEFORE THE “adoption”

LIKE THIS REAL LIFE CANT BE FUCKING FOR REAL .. YAL SAID “oh I go on psych meds ( AT DUMB ASS FUCK NICKI) and we’ll give cashay to you” AFTER SHE MURDERED MY LITTLE SIATWR COUSIN GILBREANA

And then before my 16th and Lexi 15th she planned to have Tyler Ian Alissa WILLING SICK BITCH and CHRIS WILLING BUT GON LIE INWAS IN A ROUGH PLACE W ALEX MADE ME DO IT TRYING TO PROVE MYSELF U STILL HAD A CHOICE. U CHOSE STREET LIFE MY NIGGA TF U JOIN THE GANG IF U CANT HANG PUNK BITCH ..like DAQUAN TRYSHA WILLING FOR SOME ALIEN BLOOD OR MY FUCKING MONEY.. THAT BITCH PUT A BOUNTTY ON MY HEAD. NICKI AND U WILLINGLY TURNED ME OVER TO HER

Askari TELEPATHIC BITCH U BEEN LYING TO HIM FOR A MINUTE THAT NIGGA BEEEEEEN STEPPING IN BEHIND THE SCENES ON THE BACK END .. UR WORK FALLING THRU CAUSE THAT NIGGA LOOOKING OUT FOR ME HOWARD TOO

..

But you REALLY LET IT get to some crazy ass level of extortion Lee .. KILL ME N U WIN THE GAME OF LIFE AND GET ETERNITY INTO THE NEXT LEVEL ..yal niggas that stupid??? THATS WILD

So basically 1. U KNEW

2. I TRIED TO ASSASSINATE GOD ..I thought you satanic fucks READ THE BIBLE??

DONT U KNOW SATAN “TAKING OVER” WAS A TRICK TO PROVE U ARE LITTERALY FUCKING VILE DIGUSTING BEINGS.

I really think u gon out rank THE CREATOR OF ALL OF SPACE.

I’m 4 quadrillion years old and literal fucking projecting of the universe IN HUMAN FORM.

A Simulation. I DIE WE ALL DIE. AGAIN WORLD WIDE GENOCIDE LEE.

Start the “game of life” ALL OVER .. I CHOOSE WHEN WE COME BACK AND GUESS WHAT 5 major resets U THOUGHT I WAS DUMB ENOUGH EVEN MEDICATED AS FUCK THE WAY U DID ME I WAS JUST GOING TO HAVE IT BE LIKE ALL THE ORHER TIKES??

U KNOW HOW LONG U ALONE BEEN DOING THIS DUMB SHIT IN A DIFFERENT BODY SUIT CHARLES LITERALLY FUCKING MANSON.

Nicki .. Marlyn Manson. Like wtf yal.

WHY WOULD I REPEAT THE SAME THING AND EXPECT A NEW OUTCOME..UR INSANE NOT ME ALSO GOD OVERSEES ALL BEFORE IT HAPPENS ONLY ME AND RIGHTFUL FAMILY CAN SEE THE FUTURE ..but it’s like at what point do YOU STOP AND MAKE BETTER FUCKING CHOICES.

Yal CLEARLY ARE REAL LIFE ILL INTENT PEOPLE. MALCOM INCLUDED. TRYING TO PUT IT ON ASKARI. .. nigga no.

Generational curses in a weird fucking way.

THIS IS WILD LEE AND NICKI RING LEADERS TO THE ANTI MASONS KILLING AND LIVING OFF MY FAMILY.

HOWARD AND ASKARI THE OTHER SIDE FIGHTING PROTECTING AND LOOKING OUT.

Lee u BEEEN GOT NEWS OF THIS BEING FEDERAL AND AINT TOLD NO ONE. HOWARD AND ASKARI WENT BEHIND UR BACK AND MADE RIFHT TO THISE INNOCENT AND ROPED INTO UR MIS GUIDEDNESS LIKE THERESE W RIVER / Patrick ( sorry) and JEAN w Bonnie/ forest .. U MANAGE TO TRY N PUT THAT ON ME CAUSE U STRUGFLE W GENDER AND EQUALITY AND U HATE GAYS U HATE ANYTHING THAT ISNT WHITE OR SLAVERY.

Literally what I put on the blog about in 2020 was VERY REAL AND MY BRAIN REAWAKENING OUT SHADOW MODE AND I TOLD U IN A 10 PAGE LETTER I FOUND MY FOREVER PERSON TRISTAN ❤️❤️ and U DECIDED NAW KILL THE WHOLE WORLD.

I made myself, bae and A WHOLE LOT MORE OF ME .. like be so fucking fr.. u clearly DONT believe in God and NEVER read the Bible to think U COULD KILL ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT LIKE NO ONE WAS GUNA SERVE JUSTICE??

🤯🤯🤯

Clearly I’m still under medicine cause .. the punkd kids gotta come out w cameras this really can’t be what u thought

AND U IDIOT CHILDREN CHRIS FELL FOR IT DEEPLY. HAD U KNOW IT WAS MY FAMILY U WOULDNT HAVE .. NIGGA WE WENT TO ELEMENTARY TOGETHER U SEEN MY FACE I GOT A VERY PROMINATE NAME U USE IT EVERYDAY FUCKING CASH BITCH.

This can’t be real life rn .. THIS FR YALL? THATS wild A NIGGA IS REAL LIFE CRAZY .. going to the psychward in 23 and Howard being there u was talking to him that u real life need help.. I seen inside I’m not admitting thru me that “I’m sick” being u.. I will say I AM SICK N TIRED OF UR FUCKING INSANITY .. U DO NEED HELL IF THIS IS FR .. but like u speak to me n projection about ur life .. that’s not working for me Lee .. I see inside u ur guilty and need help but lady u did the 5,8, and 9th step … 38 years right? FUCKING SHOW IT.

[nicole-from-co09]

I need your help, my older brothers a sociopath, this mf literally gets turned on by sh cutts plus his recent girlfriend is currently in a mental hospital due to the things he’s put her through, one time I told our mom about how he was selling Xanax at our school so she decided to send him to a psych ward for 2 weeks then when he came back he burned all my and my mom’s pads, don’t get me started on how he got one of my friends to kill herself and he seems to hate everyone and everything he sees, he even called me and my friends “ugly stupid bitches” or something like that for just doing some charity work and I think it was because weren’t getting paid meanwhile this asshole refuses to get an after school job because “minimum wage is for suckers” but probably not exactly what he said in fact it could’ve been something but I didn’t care to listen, everyone in my family has tried everything to get him to change but nothing has worked, what do you think is the best next step to get him to become a decent person?

wow, uh, ok - yeah that's a lot. why the fuck at you trying to make him a better person??? guys like that are lost causes from birth, like you'd have an easier time convincing the us army to not shoot kids in the middle east. and if you can do that, you're basically like the most powerful person in the world and like holy shit can you get the government to legalize cocaine?? I'll owe you one, I promise

but seriously have you considered cutting some of his drugs with antifreeze? either he OD's on it and the cops just shrug and look the other way cause he's a known druggie, or he sells it to someone and gets revenge killed over it.

either way, problem solved

[khalixvitae]

i also really liked his taking of his gloves off is another subtle way of him displaying a both subtle and large from of vulnerability because he almost never takes his gloves off for not wanting to leave behind any finger prints that may be linked back to him. rook may often be perceived as unloyal, and flighty-- but even the most magnificent birds who dream of the skies will want a place to land eventually and rest their weary head. rook's interest may cycle between people, but that's because he simply is enamored by the beauty in them. and he's shown he can be loyal to specific people-- like vil. he was willing to forsake his position as vice housewarden, a position he takes great pride in to serve as an observer to vil's beauty and assist him in any way necessary, in order to save his friend. his friend, first and foremost. he was willing to bear vil's wrath, just to see his beautiful face unmarred and smiling back at him. he was willing to go alone, as to not burden others, as to not endanger tjem, but to endanger himself. the hunter who is cautious? laying his life on the line for his beloved star, his housewarden? flighty? unloyal? emotionally distant? that cannot be. his loyalty is worth his life. yes, perhaps it would not be easy to attain his loyalty. but you're you! and you're beautiful. so, so terribly, horribly, frighteningly beautiful. rook sees the beauty in all-- he sees it in you, he sees the beauty of a life he could have with you, of a love he could share with you, of both the freedom and the anchor you could provide him. and just as rook is determined in seeking out what he wants to great lengths, he will do so for you. he will stay. he will leave parts of himself where he never usually would. will you see the beauty in that? in him? he knows you're smarter than credited for. surely you'll see the way he smells strangely of your favorite scent and how he takes his gloves off to carefully inspect the objects you hand to him and how he'll use your hairbrush and he'll wear that brightly coloured pendant you gifted him as though it were his own heart out on display. he's leaving pieces of him for you to see and love as he has, you. he's putting himself out in the open for you with everything that is you marking him and your name on his lips; won't you come capture him? one day, it won't just be traces of him he leaves behind-- or hints or subtleties. it'll be his entirety. his whole self. loving isn't a prison. it is the truest form of liberty, and though he may be wild and unable to be shackled, the feeling that reels him back in to visit you day after day is hardly a chain he resists. it is simply the allure of the most magnificent hunt, the most grand journey, the most priceless treasure. he knows the thrill of being the predator! the hunter! but he wants to be the prey, now. the quarry. he'd like to know the thrill of being yours. GEGHAHDHSJFJS IM SO INSANE ABOUT ROOK HUNT!!!! HES NOT SO HE ARTLESS AAS TO LEAD YOU ON OR ABANDON YOU!!! HE IS BIG ON WHO HE TRUSTS AND WHEN HE TRUSTS YOU YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL HIM TO RID HIM OF HIS LOYALTY!! HED LET YOU DRIVE THAT KNIFE INTO HIS HEART BECAUSE HES KNOWN GREAT JOY IN BARING HIS NECK TO YOU ONLY FOR IT TO BE MET WITH TREMBLING HANDS AND TENDER TRUTH!!!! GUYS.....!!!!! HES NOT A CHEATER!!! HED RATHER DIE THAN DO SOMETHING SO SCUMMY!!! HES ALREADY SHOWN SO MUCH OF HIMSELF TO YOU AND DEDICATED HIMSELF TO YOUR CAUSE. BAD BITCH ROOK HUNT WOULD NAWT DO THAT!!! AYAYYAAYAY someone PLEASE cart me off to a psych ward. i need me some hot frenchies in my area. :[

You are absolutely correct and right about EVERYTHING here YES YOU GET IT !!! YOU GET IT !!! Rook leaving pieces of himself everywhere in your home, slowly stopping his usual precautionary measures, just working his way into every corner of your life because he has no desire to ever leave so long as you’ll have him <3333 Rook wants to see all the love the world has to offer him, sure. But that doesn’t mean he is without the desire to be loved, not to mention his unwavering sense of loyalty and responsibility to those he cares for <3