#womp womp nobody wants him

[dracalix]

HEY AMERICAN SISTERS WHO VOTED 💙

WANNA BRUTALLY MURDER NICHOLAS FUENTES WITH ME??? 🥰🪓🪓🪓🔪🔪🔪

“your bodies my choice” ALRIGHT LET’S REVERSE THAT

what is he gonna say ? “no” ? :)

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I love ii but it WILL be the death of me. I keep thinking about how Baseball's storyline is just so damn tragic, and nobody notices. "Always strikes out", And he 𝘩𝘢𝘴 his whole life (his whole time on the show).

Not rejoining, even when he earned it (Paper most likely had the sympathy of fans due to Paper having been there the longest, but Baseball had also been there almost just as long, and- 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. He 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 threaten to kill anyone upon his release! /sarc)

having a constant stream of ridicule from the other contestants regarding his weight lasting S1 AND the start of S2. Why do they even CARE about his weight brah. Ohhh, that's right! Meshart4 fated him to never get what he wants, like people 𝘯𝘰𝘵 seeing him for only his weight. Womp womp, I guess. Wow Mephone, projecting, much? (Also [in my opinion] weight seems VERY irrelevant for objects to care about, due to how most things that could change the appearance of a human [such as; diet, physical strength, hygiene.] Don't really change an object's appearance.) ((Also also being criticized for his armless-.. ness(?) Ouch.))

As much as being a team leader seems like it would be a 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 thing, with the team he had, it was like being a single mom of 10. Having to mediate all of the drama in his team whilst leading it in the first place put so much pressure on him, not to mention having the weight of his friend's problems weighing on him making things harder to deal with. The reason he and Nickel had that lil tussle back in s2e10, was BECAUSE Baseball had so many bad things happening to him. He just wanted that little reassurance that even with all the crap happening, he was an at least half-decent leader, and all he got was his best friend making a joke about it, and downplaying Baseball's very real feelings. He tried to save it, but just that first comment I feel definitely affected Baseball in a negative way.

//(Lil detour time, I wanna talk about how Nickel affected Baseball in GENERAL [for the better AND the worse.], Baseball clearly views Nickel as his best friend, even after everything they've gone through in season 2, but I don't think that's necessarily a good thing. I think it shows that Baseball was too scared to try and make new friends in the game, as to not accidentally make an enemy. I feel this is because Baseball was slowly realizing that most things he tried to do wouldn't go his way, so he'd cling on to Nickel as his only friend, hoping not to lose him, feeling lucky to have him at all (and Nickel would know all about luck/jjjjjjj). This lead to Baseball disregarding some of Nickel's actions towards himself and Suitcase as to preserve his relationship with Nickel. Though, I do feel that the bond they had was real. It started in season 1, where there was less drama built up over time(ex; Tophy and Knife in s2e1 planting the seed for their inevitable rivalry, vs Taco randomly being that bitch and that hoe. /silly), so Baseball most likely wasn't thinking about "preserving his friendship" with Nickel, but rather being friends with him in general. This gave them that time to have genuine interactions that build up the trust between the two. This is why Baseball played along with whatever Nickel did, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. That friendship was real, and Nickel was taking advantage of Baseball without even realizing it. I doubt his did this consciously due to his s3 arc, and how he was programmed that way. Nta. /silly. Nickel getting eliminated was a real roadblock for Baseball because (as aforementioned) Nickel was Baseball's only real friend in the game at this point, and Baseball still had that very real connection with him. This is why I feel he was so awkward in s2e14, as he was trying to have that confidence that Nickel had, and he never did. As much as that's really good for him- like, yay! You go girl!! It's inadvertently horrible for him specifically, because he is hardwired to have all of his efforts for naught. It took Baseball all of s2e15 talking to Suitcase to realize all of Nickel's wrongs, and how ignoring them put him in the wrong too. Once he finally realized that, it seemed like Baseball was really coming into his own! Working out his own issues bit by bit.

WRONG!!🤑👅💜 s2e16. We got only one Baseball and Nickel interaction, but it was enough to change Baseball for the rest of the life he had left. Watching Nickel die/get X'd was like s2e13's elimination put to an extreme. It's clear that - even thought he was working out his issues - Baseball still had that strong attachment to Nickel. People respond to grief in many ways, but when things get too much for one person, they can simply go numb. Baseball was in a very sensitive mental state, and this really hit him where it hurts most. His best friend. He went numb, not telling anyone what he saw. Even in Baseball's last moments, he tried to take that leader-like stance, and help everyone but himself, just as Nickel told him he could.) // lil detour over (I say lil as if this wasn't long as HELL💜)

Though I did connect back to the main claim occasionally, Nickel was a very important part of Baseball's character development that matters to this conversation imo.

Getting out in s2e15 was also (possibly) a place where Baseball's programming played a part (alternatively, he got out because Suitcase had too many negative experiences with Baseball, and thought that her deep emotional views of him would impair her gameplay in the finale.) "Always strikes out", even with the people he thought were friends. Even with the person he thought was his friend. Even with Suitcase. I feel the reason Baseball had the response he did, was him coming to terms with things just not going his way, which sets him up in that sensitive mental state in s2e16. He seemed to have come to terms with Suitcase choosing Knife, and didn't want to procrastinate on the obvious, that he was just never enough. Not enough for Suitcase, not enough for his team, not enough to win the game.

He just wasn't the guy who could do it. And he knew he never would be.

He always strikes out.

[ovaryacted]

what about ID Leon (feel like he’d have been a total fuckboy atp as a sort of phase) but what ab he always comes back to you and after a heated argument he fucks you as he’s pressing your face into the mattress while you're crying and clutching the sheets as you’re begging him to let you finish again 🤭

MDNI/18+. NSFW. | cw: Leon is ooc. Possible toxic relationship.

Ooooooo, you’re cooking here anon. Even though I personally don’t headcanon or view Leon as a fuckboy (because let’s face it, that man is not getting laid for the life of him I mean…), let’s go ahead and say he has an ego and it is reflected in his shitty communication skills (cause of anxiety and trauma womp womp).

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It was a heated moment where Leon accidentally raised his voice at you, mentioning something about not listening to orders on a mission. It was a close call and you had ventured off without Leon’s support, and he kept calm until you were both back home. It first started as a regular conversation until it deviated from Leon not being able to keep you within arm’s reach, to you being too individualistic. You knew why he did this, he was often too worried for his good and you’d always remind him that you could handle yourself even if he didn’t believe you.

“You have to listen to me when we’re out there. Do you know what could’ve happened or do you just not give a shit?”, Leon huffed out a breath, his arms crossing over his chest and shooting daggers at you.

“Well, I’m not you Leon, not all of us think the way you do. The sooner you accept it the better!”, you grew more defiant, more angry for God knows what. The bitterness you felt from Leon always being gone to never listening to you on missions started to fester out of control.

The argument only got more intense, turning into a yelling match between the both of you. Hurtful words were said, things neither of you meant, and with a cruel “Go fuck yourself Leon”, you watched him walk out the door and slam it behind him.

You pissed him off, he pissed you off, but there was nobody else who understood your relationship the way you both did. This wasn’t the first time you two argued either, often happening after you were both stressed out and didn’t find a proper release for it. You couldn’t blame Leon entirely, always being forced to do the government’s bidding and having limited freedom would put anybody on the verge of a breakdown. Being each other’s vices also didn’t help, so it wasn’t surprising when you found Leon knocking on your front door with furrowed eyebrows close to a day later.

He smelled like whiskey, not too much to the point where it was dizzying, but enough to let you know he was drinking. Leon wasn’t there to talk, you knew that much, stuck in a never-ending cycle of adrenaline and unresolved issues.

That was how you found yourself in this position now, face down ass up on the mattress. The things that happened after you welcomed Leon back into the apartment and closed the door behind him were a blur. You remembered him kissing you hard on the mouth, walking you backward towards the bedroom and yanking on your clothes. He wasn’t gentle, not entirely, but when he pulled you forward by the leg as his mouth gravitated towards your cunt, you couldn’t stop him. You didn’t want to.

“Leon…please…”, you could barely speak, barely think, your brain was melting and spilling out of your ears along with the rest of you. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences and how this might seem. Always fighting with this man just to end up back in bed with him was something you should be embarrassed about. But with the way he was pummeling into you, it was easier to forgive him.

“Just shut up”, he muttered under his breath, fucking into you harshly from behind and focusing on the way your walls pulsed around his cock. He was relentless, moving in an aggressive push-and-pull that hadn’t stopped since he crossed the threshold of your front door. The back of his hand grabbed onto your head, pushing your face against the mattress and making you release a muffled whimper.

You hid your face in the bed, tears slipping down your cheeks and your fingers digging into the sheets. Maybe this was what you deserved, to be tested constantly so Leon could come back home, back to you.

“Quit your fucking whining, I’ll let you cum”, Leon didn’t stop, knowing you were on the verge of cumming all over him for the umpteenth time. No matter how mad he was at you at the moment or how badly you pissed him off, he would let you cum however many times you could.

Sometimes you hated him for it, how he could play your body like a violin and pull every string taut until it snapped. He drained you, he stressed you out, but you still gave yourself willingly every time because that’s what made him stay.

This was how he liked you. Pliant and taking what he had to give. That was all you could do, because no matter what, Leon always came back to you.

[prodigal-explorer]

why i hate sunflower (sunny x basil) - a rather unprofessional essay

spoilers for omori below

and also i'm not gonna tag this as hate because it's literally just the truth. cry about it.

respectfully, it's a horrible ship. i might just be saying that because i hate basil, but i just cannot see it ever being healthy. basil destroyed everybody's lives with what he did, and even if they decide to forgive him, what happened to them won't just be reversed. not to mention the codepedent/abusive aspect of the whole situation.

basil expects sunny to dedicate his entire life to him and his emotional well-being. you shouldn't be responsible for anyone's emotional well-being when you're fifteen years old except for your own.

even in the game, there is evidence of something codependent. basil can't function like a decent human being when sunny explains that he's going away. basil literally HURTS SUNNY to the point where he needs to be hospitalized in an attempt to make him stay. and you think that would work romantically? heck no.

yeah, they smile at each other at the end, but does that really mean anything? forgiveness is great, but it doesn't take back what happened and the effects it had. sunny will always remember when he tried to leave and got his eye taken out.

and the fact that sunny is so heavily traumatized because of what basil decided to do to his dead sister is just insane to me. he's always going to see that image. i get that basil had good intentions or whatever but intention doesn't equal effect. if i ran you over with my car, it doesn't matter that i was twelve or that it was an accident. you would still have to go to the hospital.

and when people say "but he was just a kid he didn't know any better!". if basil had the cognitive ability to think of doing that, he had to cognitive ability to stop, or AT LEAST to admit what he did. if he did, then hero wouldn't blame himself for years and years, aubrey wouldn't have been abandoned, and mari would have been respected after she died. what basil did was extreme disrespect to the dead and it gives me chills just thinking about it.

and he did it to sunny's SISTER.

i just don't see why you guys don't care more about that? that's a bit more than a little red flag that is like a red ocean.

end of story, sunflower is a horrible ship and i don't get why the fandom is so obsessed with it. it makes me sick just seeing it.

especially when this is such a beautiful story when you look at it from a friendship pov! why does everything have to be about romance and uwu little gay boys? i know damn well if basil was a girl nobody would be shipping him with sunny, you guys just want a gay male relationship to fixate on and infantilize because that's what toxic fandom people DO. but that's a digression.

anyway if you like sunflower you're a threat to society. womp womp go cry. or better yet stop shipping it that would be lovely.

[strawbeariefaerie]

Miraculous DR: Me

Name: Astya

Well kinda, Astya is a diminutive.

Age: 18

Height: 5'8"

Occupation: Ballerina, principal dancer

Hobbies: Modeling, design, photography, drawing

Realtionship status: single and definitely not in love with my best friend

About me:

I spend most of my time dancing. It's my lifeblood. If I spend too much time without dancing my body feels drained like I'm missing something. There are times where I've fucked up sad performances because it's hard for me to stop smiling when I dance. It makes me SO happy.

I go through pointe shoes quickly because I love to put them on in my free time. It doesn't help that I have really high arches and if the shank is too hard I have to break it in 🥲.

I think ballet is the only community where people compliment your feet constantly and it isn't weird.

Also, I scripted that me and my boyfriend (who doesn't know he's my boyfriend yet) always get paired together for partner work which is cute, but it's also because I don't want someone I'm not comfortable with picking me up lol.

Favorite thing to do: Italian fouettés, I love how they look

Least favorite: plies, I don't want to do squats I want to spin around like a little fairy

Tattoos:

I have an insect wing tattoo on my back. It's actually technically not a tattoo everyone just thinks it is. I was born with them, they turn into real functional wings.

"that doesn't fit the DR!" Womp womp. I'm a fairy.

Alter ego:

Name: Ladybug

Powers: creation, reversing the damage caused by hawkmoth, healing and flight

Costume: similar to Shadybugs but less edgy. I have retractable wings that aren't technically part of the costume but nobody knows that they're really mine.

Relationship status: complicated

About:

Admittedly I could be better at PR. The first time I was heard speaking was me announcing Hawkmoth could quote "suck my dick" if he wanted my miraculous.

When it comes to reporters I have that whole deer in the headlights thing going on.

I did it to Chat Noir too at first, because I didn't know how to talk to him. When he said something I'd just: 👁️ 👁️

[thorias]

Every time I read a post about how all the deaths in ep5 won't be reversed because they weren't reversed in the comics (they actually were during the Krakoa era, but that's beside the point) and in the comics it was a horrific tragedy that nearly wiped out the mutant race and blah blah blah, I just get so frustrated.

The two things are not the same. In the comics, it was easy to stick to this and not reverse the attack somehow because no one important actually died. The only notable characters who were present for it were Magneto and Emma Frost, who both survived. So, yeah, it was an unthinkable mass casualty event, but the casualties were 16,000,000 background extras who nobody gave a shit about anyway.

That is not what happened in X-MEN 97. In ep5, they were killing off named characters, important characters, characters the writers will want to use in the future, characters it would simply be a giant waste to get rid of like this.

And it didn't stop there. They were killing off characters whose storylines hadn't even finished yet, (ex. Gambit, Madelyne) which, to me, is the biggest sign that these events are going to be, if not reversed, then at least changed somehow. I mean, how do you kill a character without concluding their arc first, thus leaving the audience without any kind of closure?

'Oh, you thought the Madelyne/Scott psychic affair storyline was super interesting and couldn't wait to see what happened with it? Too bad, she's dead! That story will just never be finished now, so suck it!'

'Oh, you felt bad for Gambit who didn't think he was a hero or deserved to have a happy ending and got his heart ripped out thinking Rogue chose Magneto over him? Too bad, 'cuz he died believing all that stuff and now Rogue will just be left to drown in her grief/guilt and be consumed with rage forever! *womp womp*'

Fuck. That. Shit.

That's not tragedy, that's not tugging on heartstrings and it's certainly not "Making a Point" or "Sending a Message About How Much the World Sucks." It's just fucking lazy, shitty writing. There's nothing narratively satisfying about it whatsoever, even in a sad way; it's the complete opposite! The only thing that does is frustrate the fuck out of everyone who's watching. That's the kind of slap-in-the-face garbage that makes fans want to ragequit a show, not support it.

So, no, I don't believe that the attack will be completely prevented. No, I don't believe that every death will be undone. But SOMETHING about that event is going to be changed (via time travel, resurrection, etc.) by the time we get to the end of this story. Because if it's not, if all those deaths are permanent and can't be reversed, then this isn't a story... it's just a bunch of bullshit.

[buds-and-baubles]

silly snippets from my wildstorm to dc transfer:

apollo: no, you shouldn't fly if you're still tired. *he stands behind but still at a respectable distance, hands held out with a grin* want the apollo express to help you out?

kon: *he grabs apollo's hands* sure why not, it would be interesting to compare how you fly to claAAAAAAAAAAAAAH *apollo took off flying mid-sentence on that word just to be funny*

midnighter: *stands in the alleyway, bo staff in his hands* oh, for fuck's sake.

tim: *stands on the other side of the alleyway, twirling his bo staff* midnighter, interesting seeing you here. nice weapon, by the way.

midnighter: *he sighs, moving his weapon to one hand* what're you doing here, kid? i'm working.

tim: i'm working too. *gestures to his costume* need any assistance? we can work out some terms for a teamup but i'm sure we can come to an understanding.

midnighter: *he rubs a hand over his face* fine, but only because i know you'll pester me until i agree. you got a paper or something for these terms?

tim: *smiles wide at the 'pestering' comment, nodding his head*

nathaniel adam: *he's walking into the justice league conference room for a meeting*

the rest of the justice league: *discussing the anomaly (the wildstorm transfer), a blurry picture of apollo up on a projector*

nathaniel adam: *flashbacks to armageddon* don't trust any of them. don't trust any of them, especially THAT guy! *points at screen*

the picture: *apollo is kneeling to hold out a cat he rescued from a tree to a teary-eyed kid, halo glowing bright as he smiles*

shen: *stretching out her wings as she sits perched on a rock by the ocean* feel like there's something to be said about a bird and a fish spending time together.

garth: *he's next to her with his legs in the water, kicking his legs to splash* dogs and cats become friends too. if we bind ourselves by what others tell us, we'll never sail away. or so the analogy goes.

shen: huh. *she smiles a little mischeviously, dipping the tips of her wings in the waves to splash him a bit* i'd prefer the analogy 'fly away' personally.

garth: *he's actually happy about being splashed since it moisturizes him* so no pelican analogies then?

jack hawksmoor and city boy: *spider-man pointing meme*

rose tattoo and death of the endless: *spider-man pointing meme*

jenny quantum: you know, you could use your hair as a weapon.

kori: oh, how so? *a mix of intrigue and concern on what she's going to hear*

jenny quantum: like a beautiful flaming jump rope. you don't even have to kill anyone to use it like that.

kori: an excellent reccomendation for future battles to be used in a pinch. thank you, jennifer, i'll be sure to pass the idea along to the titans. *she holds her arms out* do you still want to fly with me?

jenny quantum: absolutely! *jumps into her arms*

jenny quantum and kori: *cue to them flying with jenny in kori's arms, both of them going 'wheeee!'*

dream of the endless: *opens a door, stepping into the garden of ancestral memories* . . . this.. is new...

angie, babs, and natasha irons: *dangerously powerful teamup which the world is forever changed for the betterment of STEM*

midnighter: *takes a step*

cass: *takes a step at the same time*

midnighter: son of a–

cass: *he can't see but she's sticking her tongue out* womp womp.

apollo: *opens the door to his apartment to see the core four standing there* ..i take it this has to do with something nobody else knows about that has happened that you don't want them to know happened?

bart: for legal reasons, no comment.

cassie: that was a comment, bart.

kon: *bashfully scraping one of his boots on the ground* yes.

apollo: *takes a deep breath as he stands aside so they can come in* let's see what we're dealing with.

all four: thank you. *walk inside*

tim: oh hey, m got the new curtains he was mumbling about!

the authority: *murderizes henry bendix again*

jay nakamura: *shocked blinking meme*

the watchtower: *exists*

the carrier: *loud sentient shift ship sounds of upset informal protests*

superman: *he's hovering midair, giving a small wave* mister majestic, good to see you!

mister majestic: *he offers his own wave* i wish it was under better circumstances.

superman: that's why i am here. *he offers an apologetic smile* i'm sorry for what happened to your universe and earth. you did the best you could under those circumstances.

mister majestic: thank you. i know we did, but it doesn't make it entirely easier... on the bright side, we now don't have to worry about earth's god returning to kill us all.

superman: *baffled silence*

superman: come again?

grifter and red hood: *in a metaphorical stare down*

grifter: *twirls his two guns* full offense, you make me look healthy.

red hood: *grips his own two guns tighter* shut the fuck up.

grifter: not even a therapist could fix that. they should dip you again like an easter egg in green dye.

red hood: i'm not going to fall for this attempt to make us fight.

grifter: congratulations, you finally learned limits!

gen13: *staring at teen titans/young justice and titans with wonder in their eyes* we're just like them! *a building explodes behind them*

nightwing and huntress: *whisper bickering about the case they have to work on together because babs told them to*

midnighter: *lands on the ground with his night (escrima) sticks out*

nightwing: *turns around, frowning* the midnighter.

midnighter: nightwing and i'm guessing huntress. with the way you two were whispering, you'd be the worst spies ever.

nightwing: i'd ask you to kill me if i was ever a spy.

huntress: i'd rather throw myself into gotham river than be a spy. even worse if i had to lead them.

apollo, angie and shen: *air support/cav rescuing people after fucking up the people they were fighting*

kon: as thanks for lookin' out for me, i wanted to give you these. *hands him some circular sunglasses with yellow lenses, and a leather jacket that's got his chest symbol on the back of it*

apollo: *he carefully takes both items, putting them on* you really didn't have to, kon-el, but thank you. *he pulls his hair out from the collar of the jacket, posing* do i look, as you say.. funky fresh?

kon: *laughs, nodding his head* the funky and freshest. you wanna pose for a picture together?

apollo: *he nods* how about pictures and lunch in hawaii? i've been meaning to check there out.

kon: the s.s.superboy is at your service! *salutes as he flies off, apollo following right alongside him*

(connected to the previous one) the quantum apartment, san francisco;

midnighter: *gets a notification on his phone, opening it up to pictures of apollo posing in his new stuff with kon in hawaii* . . . *he grins like a shark* that's nice. i think i'm having a second coming out and it's gonna be mes–

angie and shen: *wearing matching knowing but deadpanned smirking expressions * we know.

jenny quantum: *stares at midnighter unblinking* dad two: electric boogaloo, you can't say that everytime dad sends you a selfie. also, gross.

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

Adam Stanheight x Roomate Reader

A/N: IT DELETED ALL MY WRITING I'M SO PISSED OMG! It's fine... I'm fine... I'm totally fine :DDD

Pronouns for reader: They/Them

Relationship type: Platonic and/or romantic feelings (up to interpretation of reader)

General Idea: Adam and his roommate were in a pretty chill spot, but when his roommate comes home and Adam isn't there, they'll stop at nothing to get him home.

Content Warnings: It's an angsty one, chat... but there's some fluff at the end 🥹👍, swearing, probably cringe, no use of Y/N, reader's a bartista because I said so. MAJOR PLOT HOLE, but womp womp at least Adam's alive... also because I said so.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

(Nobody's POV)

Headphones on their head blaring music way too loud, our main character fumbles around for their apartment keys in their pocket. They finally open the door, greeted by pure darkness. Which was odd, but didn't worry them too much.

"Adam, I'm home." They say, tossing the keys in a little bowl next to the door. They hang their coat up and laugh softly. "You will NOT believe the day I've had."

Nothing but silence followed. Only the sound of someone walking by the door and the sound of the environment surrounding the apartment. "Adam?" They call out, a little louder this time. "Maybe he's just in the red room listening to music?" They think aloud, walking towards the red room... which was dark. They turn the light on momentarily to see if Adam was in there, possibly asleep.

Empty.

"Huh..." They say, turning the light off. They wander the apartment, checking every room, finally checking Adam's room. When it's empty, they decide to call Adam. Voicemail.

"Adam?" They say. "Hey, um... where are you exactly? Call me back?". They set their phone down. Maybe he's just at Scott's place? Yeah... that's it. They sit down on the couch, their chest filling with anxiety. They do their very best to shove it down and just try to go to sleep.

They debate on calling Scott a few times, to just see if Adam's with him. They have to remind themself that Adam is indeed an adult, it's not like he has curfew or any shit like that. He could stay out all night if he wanted to.

But that still doesn't stop them from feeling like something wasn't right. Adam normally always told them if he was gonna be late coming home or when he and Scott were going out for a guys night or whatever they did. Something felt VERY off.

They shake the worry out of their head. They're probably worrying about nothing. Again, Adam was a grown man. He didn't need to check in with them like he was a kid.

The next morning they wake up and instantly look around for Adam. When he's still nowhere to be seen, they bite the bullet and call Scott Tibbs. They weren't exactly Scott's biggest fan, but they were starting to really worry.

It took a few tries, but the phone rings for a moment, and soon, the groggy voice of Scott is heard. "This better be good, man." He grumbles with a strong case of morning grog. "If you're gonna spam call my phone the world better be on fucking fire."

"Scott, hey man sorry to wake you." They say, pacing the room. "But is Adam there with you?"

"Uh no... why?" Scott says.

"Cuz he wasn't home when I got here, and he's still not here." They say, wiggling into their work uniform. They made a mental note that they needed to get into jeans with two hands next time. "And I'm starting to get worried."

"Relax, he probably got laid at some chick's house." Scott says.

"He would've told me though." They say, grabbing their keys. "He would've called me, or at least swung by the coffee shop."

"You might just be worrying too much." Scott says. "Just relax, yeah? You're starting to sound worse than his mom."

They blush a little bit in embarrassment, and sigh. "I hope you're right." They say.

They try and call Adam again. Voicemail. Again. "Hey Adam, seriously, where are you? I'm starting to get worried." They say. "Please call me, or swing by the shop, or both at this point. You're starting to freak me out." They say, chuckling softly before they hang up and go to work.

When they come home, it's around noon. They walk into the two's shared apartment and... still no Adam. They call Adam again. Voicemail. "Adam? Seriously, this isn't funny. I don't know what game you're playing right now, but if you're not home by tonight, I'm filing a missing persons case." They hang up the phone and flop down onto the couch, filled with pure worry.

"Holy shit, is this what my parents felt like when I snuck out?" They say to themself, sighing. "Remind me to never have kids then."

Once the sun set over the horizon, they still sat in the same spot on the couch. Sometimes drifting in and out of light sleep, sometimes watching a show, sometimes just counting the infinite dots on the ceiling. Either way, they sat there hoping that Adam'd waltz through the door with his stupid little grin and camera, yapping excitedly about the photos he took that day.

But no sign of Adam. Not even a trace of him. They sigh, picking up their phone.

"Hello? I'd like to report a missing person."

It'd been almost 4 days since they'd filed the missing persons case for Adam. Every day, they found themself at the police station, asking for any sign of their roommate. And every day they'd get the same awnser, that the police couldn't give them that information... and even if the police could... they don't have anything to report.

Then they'd go home. It was so weird not having Adam home. The apartment almost lost the lingering smell of cigarettes. That worried them almost as much as Adam being missing. environment.

They hated the smell of cigarettes. They'd always tell Adam to stop smoking those dreadful things. But now they'd give their right leg to see Adam standing by the window, smoke rolling off his lips and out the window. The lack of cigarette smell? That meant that the last little bits of Adam were slowly fading from the apartment.

And that scared them more than anything. What if Adam wasn't coming home? No. They couldn't think like that. Adam WAS coming home. Any minute now, he'd burst through the door. Any minute now, he'd flop down on the couch next to them and they'd both watch some shitty horror movie together.

"Adam?" They say through their phone, leaving yet another message on Adam's voicemail. Their voice is small, cracking, on the verge of tears even. "Adam, come home... please?" Tears prickle their eyes, blurring their vision. "I miss you... so much."

"The apartment feels weird without you in it." They talk to the voicemail as if it's Adam in the apartment next to them. "I don't have anyone to scold about smoking." They chuckle sadly. "Work was alright... I couldn't focus on it though... I... I guess I haven't been able to focus on anything more than you lately."

"I hope you're okay. Wherever you are." They say. "I do care about you, contrary to Tibb's belief. I just -" They sigh. "Just come home in one piece, okay? I miss you. A lot. More than I'd like to admit." A tear rolls down their face as they hang up. The few tears turn into a large stream, staining their cheeks. They wept for their roommate, they wept for their very best friend, and they wept for the man they loved.

That's when they heard it. A knock on the door. They freeze. Where they just hearing things? Then there it was again: another knock.

"Adam?" They say through tears, bolting up and scrambling to the door, not caring about their tear stained face. They put their hand on the cool handle and yank the door open, almost hitting themself by accident. They look up at who was there.

The sight of their roommate, though bloody and disheveled, brought them to both tears of fear and of joy. Adam stood at the doorway, shaking slightly, shirt no longer the white it originally was; but covered in filth and blood, and things his roommate was afraid to know about.

"I-I'm back." Adam says, smiling softly. His roommate, despite wanting to smack him as hard as they could... then wrap him in a bear hug. They force themself to simply grab his hand and sit him down on the couch. They run into his room and grab another shirt for him.

"Thanks..." He mumbles, switching his shirts out. They sit next to him, keeping their hand on his. But, much to the bartista's surprise, Adam tackles them into a bear hug, nuzzling his head into the crook of their neck. His tears slowly started to soak their shirt as the two both cried in eachothers arms. Not nessicarily out of woe or sadness, but out of thankfulness. Adam had always been thankful for his roommate, but now he'd never been more thankful to see their face.

The two stayed silent, just holding each other. The only words they spoke were through their actions. They could talk in the morning, or for the rest of their lives if they wanted. For now? All they wanted was the embrace of the other. And that's what they'd do. Adam didn't know what would happen in the next hour, or even the next 48 hours. But he knew one thing: he'd be alright. With the person he loved by his side. Which sounded cringe as he thought it, but he didn't give two shits. He was left in a bathroom for days.... let the boy be mushy, yeah?

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A/N: Aaaaaah! I love Adam sm. I just want to put him in my pocket. This is the first Saw fanfic I've successfully written to the end (Saw is just a hard universe for me to write in apparently?) But I enjoy it sm.

For more fics: my masterlist!

~Squeed

[lorata]

How did Devon’s family feel whe. He volunteered? Were they expecting it - I’m guessing like Brutus they had him in for the stipend and didn’t want him going that far but I’m assuming they were pretty loyalist. On that front, what did they do during the war?

i think they're ......... dead ............... in canon, probably

when devon was a kid the mine closed and they opened up a munitions factory instead, saved the town from going under. everyone still calls the area "the quarries" for cover because D2 doesn't officially make weapons but yeah all his brothers actually work in the weapons factories

which means that when D13 invades those munitions factories are the first places to get hit in order to cripple the capitol infrastructure. obviously in canon divergence the resistance evacuates the towns but in canon nobody cares about that so ....... yeah, probably the folks mount a defence and get shot / strafed

i never actually thought about the canon version bc devon was also dead but, ah. well. there you have it. womp, womp

re: the first question they wanted him home! he was their baby! but since he made it through they were proud of him, if sad to lose him. they were THRILLED when brutus called asking if they'd want to see him again post-games, albeit with strict secrecy

[tl-screenshots]

BFDI - TPOT Catchprases for Tomodachi Life

Firey - LEAK! Leafy - So, enjoy it! Bubble - Yoylecake! Flower - I will crush you! Spongy - Uh oh! Rocky - Bleh! Ice Cube - I want revenge! David - Aw, seriously? Pencil - Flower's really afraid of bugs! TB - No arms is NO excuse. Blocky - Hey guys! For a Prank… Pen - PEN ISLAND NO SPACES ALL CAPS! Eraser - WHICH IS??? Match - Yeah, I know! She was so surprised. Snowball - No one tells ME what to do! Coiny - You're so easy to Slap! GB - 5.263%! Teardrop - … Needle - Don't call me Needy! Pin - You need a heroic leader like me! Woody - AAAAAH! 8-Ball - I LIKE THAT VERSE Balloony - WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? Barf Bag - throwing Forks Basketball - Imagine not caring about shapes Bell - SOMEBODY MAKE HIM DIE!!! Bomby - OH NO FIREY Book - I'm a Dictionary Clock - Watchers are wannabes. Cloudy - HEY, MY WINTHOW! Dora - dadadadadada Eggy - THAT word around me? Fanny - I HATE YOU! Fires - Get digging viewer Grassy - I'm Grassy! Marker - I'm washable! Naily - I nailed it! Nickel - New Coiny Pie - She's not powerful enough. Pillow - Hah Remote - I'M RECHARGED! RF - i'Ll CrUsH yOu! Roboty - Beep Ruby - I assassinated them! Saw - EIGHT Taco - JAWBREAKER!! Tree - FUNNY PLANT TV - Mechanical Minds 9-Ball - hard to spell Anchor - Mean, but… true. Avocado - maybe you should learn Battery - JUST SHUT U- Blender - Time out! Boom Mic - bam Camera - See you in post production! Clapborad - Looks like it's curtains for us. Conch Shell - Bom Discy - Finally! ITRD - Womp Womp. K. Sink - Dish! Leek - no nickname for me? Nonexisty - 「ゆるしません」 Onigirl - Bam! PDA - figure out how much! Price Tag - I said about Winner Rubber Spatula - Nobody likes me! Salt Lamp - click! Scissors - I make cuts all the time! Shampoo - thank my voters Shopping Cart - So I win!? Snare Drum - Leave us all alone! Tape - you're stuck with me! VHSy - Old Times Winner - MYSELF for now.

[meekmedea]

first kisses & allergic reactions

This doesn't really have a set time that it happens, but since Clemensia has reincarnated to a time where her friends and classmates aren't the most mature (though she admits that some of them as adults were still far from mature), it leaves room for certain...hijinks

Like the one suggested in the title...

Let's imagine this: Clemensia has a strawberry allergy - and it's far from mild

In her original timeline, she'd have found out sometime as a kid when offered one at school

In this timeline, she just avoids strawberries - less hassle and all. And who knows maybe she can use it to avoid meeting Dr. Gaul

Consequence: nobody else knows of her allergy yet

Around this time, these kids are up to no good - the boys are currently menaces (yes, this includes Felix) to the girls

It's really just them daring each other to do things that annoy the girls - steal a thing from them, pull their hair, the works.

Someone nearly lost a pigtail (Vipsania's glare was too scary for them to try again)

Because of the game, Sejanus is the only boy that the girls will interact with nowadays (to the ire of all the other boys in their class) He got dared once - felt so bad stealing Clemmie's ruler that he like spilled the beans like 5 seconds after the act

It comes to a culmination on Iphigenia's birthday:

Nia brings chocolate covered strawberries to celebrate her birthday

Clemmie manages to avoid eating it (Offers it to Festus if he switches seats with her so she can be by the window)

The game is still a thing amongst the boys during recess.

When it's Coryo's turn, maybe he's been a little too boastful lately and because of that Festus dares him to steal a kiss from the next girl that walks through that door

It's Clemmie (womp womp) - Coryo conveniently ignores the fact that Iphigenia is there too, right beside her

Coryo has his pride at stake and has decided to commit

Here's where things go off the rails:

When stealing a kiss, had Clemmie not moved, that kiss would have landed on her cheek

Except she had moved. It landed on her lips instead.

And guess who had a strawberry earlier? Hint: It wasn't Clemmie

Anaphylactic shock is not a pretty sight at recess, but she gets help pretty quick and the adults are like "Oh, she'll be fine. It's just an allergy."

Except these kids are UBER dramatic. (I pity their teacher)

Nia is convinced that it means Clemmie is going to die and is inconsolable

Felix hadn't thought Coryo would go through with this, and is like spiralling between - "Is this my fault for not stopping him??" and "This is Coriolanus' fault!!" And if he wasn't busy consoling Nia, he'd be down to throw hands with Coriolanus

Coryo is reeling from it all

Livia is like, "we should blame Coriolanus if anything happens to Clemmie" - she's like maybe 5 seconds away from starting a riot (Felix would 100% back her)

Someone (Arachne?) thinks allergies are contagious and now the class is in hysterics - are we all going to die???

During this time, Felix and Nia slip away to go find Clemmie

There's (some) panic when the teacher notes Felix and Nia's absence. Nobody has ever felt so much relief when they find those 2 in the nurse's office with Clemmie

Let's face it, nobody wanted to make that call to the Ravinstill family and be like "Hey...your kid's missing (again)."

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Masterlist of other rambles/hcs

[ging-ninja]

Remus Lupin

First time I’ve written for Remus, hope everyone enjoys. Also him as a werewolf is fluffier and has a tail in this bc I said so 😂.

The werewolf’s love

The full moon was always lonely these days. All of the Marauders were out in the forest for the night together. After they’d become animagi to help Remus, it wasn’t really a surprise. But it was still hard to sit and worry about her boyfriend, when nobody around her knew what was going on. So Annie found herself, for another moon, sitting and watching the map.

It was sweet to see them all running around like maniacs in the forest. Remus came back with less and less injuries each month. There was nothing she could’ve wanted more than for him not to be cooped up in the shack alone. Except maybe for the map to be deceiving her right now. Looking down she could see one name walking towards the forest through the school grounds. Severus Snape.

He couldn’t be there, no one should be. Annie couldn’t sit there knowing what could happen to him. Even with the boys at his side, Remus could rip him to shreds. She needed to go and fast. Annie began gathering up her jumper, gloves and shoes. Now running down and out through the common room, it was a race against time. It was more than safe to say she wasn’t looking too good to come out on top.

Even eating up the ground how she was, Snape was almost at the edge of the forest. He was in danger’s path, unknowingly close to the consequences. “Severus!” Annie hissed at him as she approached. The Slytherin spun around, robes flying. His eyes narrowed as he saw her, a Marauder’s girlfriend. Even though she tried to stop them when she could, he was still heavily unimpressed. “What!?”

“We need to go, right now!” Annie continue her lowered voice, aiming to avoid any attention being drawn to them. “Not until I find out what those good for nothings are up to!” His turn back towards the forest was accompanied by crashing through the undergrowth. “Whatever happens, stay still!” The golden eyes were the first thing that could be seen of him as he emerged from the trees. “We need to run.”

“If we run, we’ll die Snape. There is no outrunning a werewolf!” Annie could see that he was reaching for his wand in the corner of her eye. It was honestly unbelievable, all they had to do was stay still and wait for the boys to come and get him. Not that he knew that, but still. He’d had one instruction. “Severus stay still, or I swear this will not end well!” Remus was trotting towards them now, sniffing the air as he went along.

He slowed to a walk, before growling at Snape and making his way over to where Annie was stood. Remus walked around her, sniffing her clothes as he did. Once he was done with his inspection, Annie felt a lick to her face. The next thing she knew, his teeth were grabbing the back of her jumper and she was being taken. “Stay there until we’re gone!” “What if he tries to kill you!?” “Stay put!”

She was now fully off the ground and Remus was running with her in his jaw. Annie had no idea where the boys were, but they needed to get themselves here and fast. It was anyone’s guess why she hadn’t already been attacked, but the longer she was with the werewolf the more chance there was of it happening. Through all the swinging, she could see the womping willow rapidly approaching.

From what the Marauders had told her, that could mean only one thing. They were going to the shrieking shack. Logically, Annie knew it wasn’t haunted. Even if it was, they lived with the ghosts and Peeves at Hogwarts. But something about it was filling her with dread, although that could be the fact she was hanging from a werewolf’s mouth. He’d taken them up the stairs and to a room containing a bed and piano.

Annie was gently put down next to the bed, as the wolf started hurrying about gathering pillows and blankets. With every one he retrieved, he made a trip back to the bed and placed them down. After finishing his collection of items, Remus began organising them with intent. Snuffling and pawing at all of his collection on the bed, he seemed almost like he was building something.

The wolf soon looked satisfied and got down off the bed to head back to Annie. The whole time she had just been stood in a panic, not knowing if her moving would make him violent. So far his gentleness was continuing though and she was once again picked up. This time she was placed down into the middle of what could only be described as a “nest” on top of the bed.

Remus looked at her expectantly as she sat in the nest. He looked soft and sweet. Gentle almost. It was odd to think of, when there was a werewolf sat in front of her. But there he was. He’d put his head onto the side of the bed, tail thumping against the ground. He was almost grinning. “Are you a good boy?” The thumping sped up and it looked like he could barely sit still.

“Yeah, my good boy?” Remus was now letting out excited little barks as Annie tentatively reached out to scratch behind his ears. As soon as she had started, he was nuzzling into her hand and relishing in her touch. Soon though, he was seemingly done and was pulling back from her. Annie began to wonder if she’d done something wrong, but realised he’d just moved back to launch himself up onto the bed with her. Once he was on, he was curling himself up around her. It felt as close as they could get to a big, warm hug in his current state.

Annie felt almost silly for letting her defences down like this. But she did feel as though she had a big fluffy guard dog to sleep with. He was humming in approval as she continued running her hands through his thick fur. Looking around the room as she did so, she spotted a rat peeking in through the door. Peter. Clearly the boys had sent him (as the smallest) to check on her and see if they needed to come to the rescue. “We’re fine aren’t we?” She spoke to the werewolf once again, causing his tail to speed up once again.

Peter had clearly understood and scurried out of the shack, leaving them be for the night. It wasn’t too long before the both of them had drifted off together. Even with the chill in the air, Annie wasn’t woken by it. Not with the pile of fur she had on top of her. Come morning though, that had changed slightly, Remus was back to his human self. Which was more than enough to confuse the both of them first thing in the morning.

“What’s going on?” Remus’ throat was scratchy, his mind confused as he found himself sharing a bed with Annie. Seeing as it was full moon last night, she definitely shouldn’t be here. “Hmm? Oh morning Remmy. You cold? Let’s get you wrapped up.” She seemed so calm, why was she so calm? “Annie why are you here? What happened last night?” “Nothing bad. Everything is fine, alright? Where were those spare clothes?”

Remus could do nothing but stand in awe as his girlfriend walked around, getting things to make him comfortable. She really was way too sweet to him. As Annie pottered about, she explained the events of the previous night. This left Remus with more questions than ever, but now wasn’t the time to delve too deep into them. They were going to Madam Pomfrey first and only after that could Remus sneak away to the library.

….

Remus had so far managed to hide away from Annie in the library, but he knew he’d be found sooner or later. The books that he had found on werewolf behaviour were scarce on what Annie had described to him. But the latest book he had picked up was starting to look promising. “Werewolf mating rituals” It read. Remus couldn’t help but blush as he realised what had happened. He’d tried to woo Annie in his wolf form. What if he’d tried something without even knowing what he was doing?

“Hey cutie, what you up to?” Annie wrapped her arms over his shoulders, giving him a peck on the cheek. He’d been found at the worst possible moment. “H-hey, I was just doing a little bit of research.” “On what?” She was peering further over his shoulder now and could surely see the title of the chapter. “Can I just ask why?” This was going to be humiliating, how could Remus explain to her (without scaring her off) that his werewolf self was trying to have puppies with her.

“Well I was just wondering about why I was acting so weird last night. I think, I think… I think I was trying to woo you as a werewolf.” Remus spat out the fact as fast as possible, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see the disgust. “Oh, is that so? Wanna have puppies with me or something Moony?” As if his face wasn’t red enough already, it was now deepening in colour again. Practically a direct match to his house jumper.

“I um, well maybe one day. Not puppies, a baby. Oh I don’t don’t know pumpkin, I don’t want to say anything weird.” Annie realised that maybe she needed to tone the flirting down a notch or two. “Remmy, I think it’s cute. I think maybe, a few years from now, I’d like to have a little family with you too.” His face switched to shock instantly. “Really?” Annie couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto her face. “Course I would, you’re my whole world Remus. I love you.” Annie reached out, cupping his face as she spoke. “I love you more.” “Basically impossible.”

But as usual their cute little moment was interrupted by a cacophony of voices belonging to the rest of the Marauders.“Ew gross!” “My eyes, my beautiful, precious eyes!” “It’s not even lunchtime yet, chill.” They both let out deep sighs, which soon turned to laughter between the group. They might be muppets, but they were her muppets. Plus her gorgeous boyfriend that is.

[ovaryacted]

Nobody asked me for my thoughts on the new episode of HOTD, but I’m gonna give it to y’all anyway cause I can YAS!

S2 EP 2 HOTD SPOILERS BELOW!

The greens took over the episode and I’m not even mad. I think everyone really came through and dominated the screen in their own way and they deserve their praise.

Aegon…I was unfamiliar with your game before. The constant back and forth of him breaking down, to doing tyrant shit, to then grieving, it’s very interesting to see. Tom did great, he’s actually making me like Aegon and show the layers of his character like woah. Tom, I have your Emmy in my hand, I will be shipping it to you via Amazon prime.

Also, when Aegon yelled at Criston and said “Where were you?!” to his face. OH, I was cheering up in joy. GAG DA LIVE! CLOCK THAT TEA!

Otto also surprised me, he was acting like rent was DUE. Hate him, but he do be eating his scenes up. Too bad now he’s just a hating old man with no job and now he has to see his grandson torch all of his hard work while his pimped out daughter sins as it happens, womp womp.

Alicent, marvelous as always, so pretty when she cries but she upset me at the end so I’m putting her on time out.

Rhaenyra and Daemon fighting on my screen? No. Y’all have to make up like now because we are a family, I won’t allow this to happen in MY home! They both ate though.

Hey Baela, my bae muah! Can’t wait to see you next episode pookie. 😝

Aemond with his mommy issues, that’s real. Can’t even be mad at him. Honestly it makes me wonder if Alicent really has been a negligent parent at least emotionally but who knows. Fic writers, please give me Aemond fics I need it BAD. Daemon too but shhh.

Helaena deserves better, poor baby. And at the funeral, I really thought that poor boy’s head was going to fall off when the wagon got stuck in the mud. But the strategy of having Alicent and Helaena walk around to gain the people’s sympathy and name Rhaenyra as this child murderer was the only smart thing Otto did in his career. Before Aegon fucked it up but oh well.

I was so surprised when I saw two blonde Targaryen babies with Rhaenyra cause I really didn’t remember if Daemon and her already had their sons in S1. I was so shook.

Rip the Twin soldiers, that made me sad. Targaryen women don’t lose their closest knights challenge! They all lost btw.

Now…for what I REALLY want to say. Criston, you lying hypocritical whore! You will ALWAYS be a bitch in my book! The projection towards Ser Arryk was CRAZY talking about purity and fidelity, and then he literally sent him off to create more of a mess and fucking up everything. And then the end, this BITCH got promoted to be the King’s Hand AND got royal coochie again at the end of the episode. I hate him. Hate him so much. He’s the messiest bitch in all of the kingdoms. I will eat popcorn when he dies with a wide smile on my face TRUST! 🤞

Anyways, I’ll see y’all same time next Sunday. Great episode, 9/10.

[mooncrack]

A couple hours passed and it's now lunch. Your still on his mind is some shape way or form. But he is now sitting at lunch outside with his boys. Price and Ghost are smoking while Soap is just yapping around

"OooOoOoh! Did you hear about the new exchange student-! The fresh blood-!"

"Johnny. Don't refure to the new student as fresh blood."

"Shup up, Ghost nobody cares. Anyways they seem PERFECT for a little prankkkk~"

"God, you with your stupid little pranks."

"Womp womp, you gonne cry about it?"

"Guys, calm down."

"Okay, dad." Both Ghost and Soap say at the same time. But Gaz is more focused on what he said before. "They seem perfect for a little prank." Oh. Hell. No. Gaz, wants to win them over and know that enemies to lovers only happends in fiction.

"Leave them alone Soap, there nice"

"OooOoOoh~ does mister handsome have a crush on the new foreign student~?"

"I DON'T. They helped me acsualy understand math, so I'm thinking about convincing them to tutor me for free."

"Wow, they acsualy made you understand math?!? This is a moment in history"

"Oh, go fuck yourself"

"Gladly. But I guess I'll leave them alone for now. But you defenetly have a crush on them"

"Johnny Mactavish I SWEAR TO GOD-"

Meanwhile you where chilling in a corner, head phones on. Reading a book your intredted in. You haven't made friends yet, with you exspected. Your fine on your own. You have gotten picked on a couple times, for your accent, or the way you dress. But nobody here could compeat to what your old school use to say. So your at peace, just reading. Nobody seems to try and come over and pick on you or anything. Weird. Break are the perfect time for bulling. Atleast at my old school.

You look up from your book and look around. There are groups of people loudly talking, some pointing at you and giggling. Wow they don't even have the guts to come up to you.

Pussies.

Little did you know that Gaz as you've leard people called him, would shoot death glares at anybody who would get close to you to pick on you. And this just Confirms to the 141 that he is 100% inlove with you. Price had it's doubts at first, but the feath stares dom't leave any doubts. They know he has been single for way to long. To the point Soap was talking about setting him up with one of the simps. But know, they could play cupid with somebody he acsualy likes.

The 141 likes to play cupido with there m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶s̶ friends. They did it with both Price and Lasswell before. And know they can do it for Gaz.

And he has picked his suter.

You.

And there not gonna ruin that for him.

Nonononono.

There going to help him.

A couple weeks have passed and you've sort of setteld in. Also this uniform if ugly and very much uncomfortable, It could be worse. You and Gaz have grown closer. No friends. More like mutuals. But he is 100% the person your the closest with. He's been kind enough to exsplain the unwrithen rules here (lets be honest every school has them)

there is also this nother boy named Philips who is from america and moved here last year. It was obvius that he was from america sinds he's loud and his thick southen accent gives it away within seconds.

But he told you about a group called 141. At first you were confused, but then he exsplained it. And color you shocked when you hear that Kyle. The guy I'm sorta friends with and help with math, is in there. Oh, so maybe thats why you haven't been picked on- damn this school is full of pussies. Back home they didn't care about your statuse. A easy victim is a easy victim. But I'm getting of track. There is aperently MUTIBUL of these kinna groups and they all do NOT get along. Maybe this is kinna the same as back home-

there is the Shadow's and the Konni's. Weird ass names. But when you ask for more info, he won't give any up, because

"Look, just stay away from any of the groups. You'll know if there apart of one of them you see them"

Bitch. Maybe Kyle can give you more info about the Shadow's and Konni's...

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Hallo. I finnish this in school and there was no proof reading so it's exstra shitty. And sorry it's so long, but the first draft was SO univentfull for me. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed and if you have any tips or sugestions feel free to comment them^^ (just don't correct my spelling)

Ps: tumblr won't allow me to comment, so hold on while I fix that

Doei!

[nightcoremoon]

somehow the boys managed to fuck up its narrative harder than both marvel AND dc did, by trying too hard to just be a modernized watchmen, but stumbling over its own dick at the last second by making literally all of its characters the dumbest morons who ever lived and following the exact footsteps of thirteen reasons why. trying to redeem the rapist by giving him a sad backstory? CHECK. forgetting that the catalyst of the main protagonist is the dead girlfriend whose ghost showing up was a central tenet of the core narrative before that entire plotline was scrapped because the new girl came along? CHECK. fourth season ruined by Super Smart Black Girl being a complete nuisance? CHECK. potentially grounded themes and hyperrealism and kinda intelligent social commentary absolutely fucking buried underneath a mountain of tasteless schlock thrown in to be marketably ~edgy~? CHECK. bad acting? …okay you got me there.

don’t get me wrong, the actors are fucking amazing. they performed their parts PERFECTLY. some of the best acting you will ever see in your life. 90% of the writing is excellent.

then the other 10% is the stupidest trash you’ve ever heard.

tell me why I feel more sad about a fucking octopus than I do about half the main cast getting thanos’d because they are obviously not gonna break the number one golden rule of screenwriting which is NO ON SCREEN BODY MEANS NO DEATH for anything but a literal actual baby because the number two golden rule of screenwriting is nobody wants to see a dead baby. rammstein almost got sued because their third album is a dead baby. and I can’t take the dead baby seriously because superman melted a woman’s face with his eyeball lasers, and there was no discretion shot. just straight up gore porn. it doesn’t even look good, the cgi is SO BAD.

MORTAL KOMBAT 9 HAS BETTER GORE EFFECTS AND IT’S 13 FUCKING YEARS OLD.

the show would be better if there was no sex or gore. you have to be a very special kind of shitty to accomplish that.

the social commentary started off great and then it had all the subtlety of a brick to the face, except the brick is on fire soaked with hydrochloric acid and filled with nitroglycerin and launched out of a cannon on the ISS at 200 miles per hour, and the face is an active fucking volcano. resident evil 5 was less on the nose. Chris Punched a Fucking Boulder. Homelander Is Literally Donald Trump. Republicans Are Bad. And Racist. And Misogynist. And Secretly Gay And Kinky. Rape Is Funny When It Happens To Men, Right? fuck off.

like yeah I agree with you (on some of it) but you don’t think that maybe you entered the realm of Tasteless about a season and a half before the Literal Actual Orgy Episode?

i almost don’t give a shit about season 5. what can they possibly do to untuck themselves from the corner they fucked themselves into by completely sabotaging the character of basically the entire fucking cast except for the main villain who turns out to be the Secret True Protagonist all along. they wanna try SO HARD to be watchmen but they can’t even do that right because they ruined the premise in season one. there are no real superheros; nobody was born charles xavier or erik lensherr, everybody was grown in a lab. every mutant is wolverine. oh no it’s just another aluminum foil hat series. womp womp. Government Bad. we get it. 🙄

[ancientagentalien]

I just wanted to get on here and talk about something real quick. It's kind of a vent post, but it has some good topics to cover. I'm sure this can be pointed towards some of you or people you know.

These were responses to a story I posted on my snapchat. Basically, my story was about the genocide going on right now. This just shows me that there are humans who aren't... human. Yknow what I mean?

If you can watch a genocide and respond like this, you are not a person. Not to me, at least. I know that probably won't hold any place in anybody heart, but I feel like it must be said. After a certain line, people are no longer people.

And seriously? "Womp womp"? I beg your finest pardon? This is about MILLIONS of innocent people dying because Isreal can't be happy with what they have. Innocent mothers, fathers, children, friends, citizens. A majority of them are dead now. And for what? Because another country couldn't continue following international laws?

Are you a sociopath, psychopath, or sadist? Those are your only options, and none of them are compliments despite what other people may tell you.

It has gotten to the point where a man from the airforce, Aaron Bushnell, set himself on fire because that was the only way his voice would be heard. And even now, they are trying to silence it. He is a hero, and you don't get to speak if you think otherwise. If he was alive and did this in any other part of history, he would be deemed a hero.

They say he was mentally ilI. I have watched the video, uncensored and past the point where he fell over. This was a fully sound man with conviction. His face, voice, and choice of words made it abundantly clear that he was fully aware of everything he was doing and the lasting effects it would have. If he were mentally ill, Palestine would be the last thing on his mind. He would have just set himself on fire without a care for anything else in the world (also, he would not be in uniform because the airforce would not have employed him). He continued to scream the words "free Palestine" as he burned alive. After it was too much and he couldn't talk, he forced himself to scream it one last time. He then shook and fell over. He died not long after, as I'm sure most of you know. This completely sane member of the American airforce's last words were "free Palestine" and we still cannot find the motivation to do anything that truly helps. What the fuck is wrong with people?

Nothing on this earth will convince me that there is anything good happening or that Isreal is the victim that they're trying to look like. Palestine can hardly create bombs powerful enough to fully take out a full building, and Isreal is a military superpower. To put that in perspective, I give you an analogy: imagine the world's most experienced and skilled basketball player matched against someone with both of their arms amputated. Does that seem fair at all? No? Then why do you think this genocide does?

How many people have to die for no reason before something actually gets done about it? Tiktok sounds and filters aren't going to help. They haven't this whole time. Money won't help. You know what will? Action. Sending people to fight and rescue. We did it when Hitler did his genocide. How is this, at its core, any different. People who don't deserve it are dying because someone else has an ideal that they think is more important than human lives.

Nobody who supports Isreal's actions is a good person. I'm ashamed to be the same species as them.

Genocide for the stupid reason of "you have to do what I want cuz I said so."

Think about that.