#y’all wouldn’t hashtag Understand

[dollsuguru]

being a toji defender is in my blood you can state anything he did and i’ll find a convoluted way to excuse it

[mysticprofessoralienhumanoid]

A Daminette Penpal AU - Continuation

Continuation  of this post

@ab-unreachablevoice @startouchedqueen1318 @lovemidnighteclipse12 you asked, I deliver.

Now, I want all of you to know this AU was made in a spur of moment. I’m totally winging it rn.

So obviously before the akuma class goes to Gotham, the months of texting have to have passed.

For Damian, those months are hell, because not only does he have to hear Jon’s gushing about his awesome penpal, but he has to endure Lila’s lies and her stories that keep only getting more ridiculous as the time passes too.

And it better be fucking worth it, because you have no idea how close he’s to flying to Paris and finally putting his assassin’s skills into use.

I mean, look at this!

Lila: HI Damian!!!! ❤💖💕💋💞

Damian, cringing at his phone: Yes?

Lila: How r u????

Damian, who absolutely hates when someone types like that: Have been better

Lila: Would u like to maybe video chat???? I could tell u about my trip to Achu !!!!!

Damian, a little shit™: Did “u” know that using more than three (3) exclamation (!) and question (?) marks means “u” may have a personality disorder? Maybe that’d explain the amount of lies “u” like to spew so much.

(Oof-)

[Message read. This user is offline.]

I’m convinced that if Damian knew how to use gifs, he would 100% use a lot, and I mean a lot, of cat gifs (honestly, animal gifs in general).

Lila: Hi Dami!!!! (She doesn’t learn, okay.)

Damian: I hope you can understand the message.

She can.

Lila: Hi dami. Can I call u Dami???

Damian: No.

Lila: I had so much fun this weekend Dami!!!! I went to Brazil Turns out Chris Pratt is filming a new movie there. Anyway, he recognized me and we started  talking. His so much fun!!!!!! 🥰🤩😍😍🎉🎉

Damian: Fascinating. Please do not  tell  me more.

Damian: And it’s “he’s”, not “his”.

Heh.

Lila: Hiii Damiii

Damian: I literally hate you so much-

[Message not sent]

Lila: Dami????

Lila: ....

Lila: Um, Damian? U there????

[Message not read]

You have no idea how, much fun making these is-

Oh, and imagine, just imagine, if Lila told him about situation in Paris.

Lila: Sorry for texting you so late, damiboo. Got caught up in an akuma attack.

Damian, who by now is replying just to humor her (plus his father forced him): A what?

And then Lila starts explaining the situation in Paris. Of course, she adds a few stories about how she was akumas’ target or how she helped Chat Noir (weirdly she doesn’t talk much about Ladybug). It’s that one of really rare times she’s not lying (well, not that much). And how Damian reacts to it?

Damian, Done with Lies™: Do you ever stop lying? Because this, all of this, is absolutely and utterly ridiculous.

Cue Lila wishing she didn’t bullshit as much as she did Damian was just a little more gullible

Anyway.

I don’t know if you remember, but in the first part I said Damian ditched Lila for Marinette (but let’s be honest, wouldn’t we all?).

To clear things up, I kinda wanted the GA students to accompany their penpals throughout their time at school. It’d be nice, right?

So the scene is:

The principal has just announced that GA students have to keep company their penpals while they’re at the GA establishment. Lila’s feeling victorious, this is her chance to get her claws in Damian and his money- I mean, to get to know her lovely penpal. Yeah...

Lila, walking up to Damian, while trying to appear sexy and shy at the same time, and failing at both: So, shall we?

Damian, ostentatiously glancing at her before going to Marinette: Bye

Now, to spice things up, I decided imma get them caught up in a rouge attack/attacked by a rouge.

So somewhere a week in their stay, akuma class is held hostage by one of the Gotham’s criminals.

Because this is Gotham, y’all. You can’t be in Gotham and NOT get attacked some way or another. It’s impossible.

[Choose your villain. I have badass Marinette though, so we all know the winner here]

The moment it starts, Damian slips away and changes into Robin.

Meanwhile:

The class is screaming and panicking.

Lila is probably in the middle of a panic attack.

Marinette’s assessing the situation before striking.

The moment Robin arrives, he gets to witness Marinette, the sweet cinnamon roll Marinette, kicking ass and taking names. Adorable. He thinks he’s in love (and he so is).

Bats come. And they’re met with the dude dealt with and trembling in fear of a petite girl with pigtails, who’s standing next to him and a lovestruck Robin staring at said girl.

A sight to behold, truly.

Also, what if Damian accidentally texts Lila instead of Marinette after the attack? And Lila is so happy, because she thinks her plan’s finally working. But ohoho, does Damian have surprise for her.

Damian: Are you sure you’re okay? The attack was really dangerous, You’re sure you’re fine?

Lila, thinking ‘yes, fucking finally. Almost thought you have no feelings’ : Oh, it was so scary !!!!!! 😱😰😨😨😨 [just hella lot of emojis. She seems like that kind to me] I was absolutely terrified!!!! I’m just glad that it’s all over. After the attack Robin came up to check up on me. He even flirted with me, i think he likes me... Too bad I already like someone else 😘😘😘😘😘😘

Lila: But don’t worry, dami!!!! I’m a little shaken up, but overall okay.  But if you want to we can facetime so you can make sure I’m not injured ;*

Damian, having to physically restrain himself fro throwing his phone against the wall: ...

Damian: Fuck.

Damian: Wrong number.

Lila: ಠ_ಠ

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And of course I’m involving Twitter. Who do you think I am?

At first it was one of of his siblings who posted a post about how he’s seething at his phone, probably his penpal texted him something again.

But do you seriously thing Damian would pass such an amazing opportunity?

Haha.

No.

He immediately posts his follow up and it goes downhill from here. He adds shit ton of tweets about her, making Lila famous (and she doesn’t even know she is).

People don’t know whom to pity more; Damian, for having a horrible and lying penpal, or said penpal, for having an enemy in the Ice Prince of Gotham?

The hashtags #IcePrince’sPenpal #PenpalNightmare #MenaceOfAPenpal are created and are trending every day.

Many say it’s the most active he’s ever been.

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Lila is not stupid in this, okay? A pathological liar and a manipulator, yes, but for that you need brain and she has one. Much to Damian’s surprise. And yeah, sometimes she lets her imagination get the best of her, but she’s cautious enough and has proof to often back her up. 

She knows she screwed up. Her penpal doesn’t believe her and isn’t scared to call her out.

Due to him bluntly uncovering her lies, some of the classmates see through the blinds she’d put on their eyes and get suspicious of her.

If you have mercy on them, make them come to Marinette and apologize.

...

Yeah, I’m not doing that.

The class sticks to Lila’s version of every story and they don’t believe Damian is THE Damian Wayne, even when a fricking limousine drives up to the school and a butler comes out of it.

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Random notes and ideas that don’t really have any sense or anything tbh, but I had them so there you go

About the attack, obviously the school has to inform the parents, right? But, if you're salty enough, you can, oh i don't know, make bustier and/or Damocles not inform them thus creating even more problems for them in the near future. (Yes, i hate bustier and damocles with passion, they’re enablers and Damocles is a gold digger tbh)

*

One day the french class is at a random restaurant (I’m honestly tempted to put them in Red Robin just for my own entertainment) when the Wayne brothers come in. They recognize them and Lila sees the opportunity, so she goes up to them.

Lila: Hiii Damiii!!!! [Yes, I know this is a real life conversation]

Damian, just done with her: Ugh, not you again.

Tim just kinda glances at her and decides she’s not worth his time.

Jason: What the fuck do you have on your head?

Dick: Oh, Damian, is this your crush or the penpal you despise so much?

Damian: The latter. And i do not have a crush

Lila, who totally stopped listening after she heard “crush”: That’s me!!!!

[Silence]

Damian: Marinette’s over there. Let’s go.

Lila:  ;_;

Yeah, it sucks to be Lila.

[I thought I posted this a month ago. I didn’t. What the hell]

[coredrill]

thots on roman holiday, spoilers for the whole book below!!!

oh my GOD sjjdbdnemakfjen the line on page 17 “you have a unique grasp of socioeconomics” is SO ROMAN FBSBSBDBSJAIDLD. i love it

INVISIBILITY CLOAKS???????

v funny that when roman is considering where to go after leaving mistral, he shoots down vacuo first. obviously he’s gonna wind up in vale bc Plot, but it just feels like the writer going I AM NOT WRITING ANOTHER BOOK IN THE GODDAMN DESERT lmao

interesting note abt beacon tuition on page 92. i wonder if this is actually canon for a few reasons:

how tf would ren and nora afford TUITION????

i wonder if the other huntsman academies have tuition??? like atlas i could see doing it and haven too. maybe not shade but idk.

does this mean scholarships are a thing??? is ruby on scholarship???? what even constitutes a scholarship on remnant????

idk they probably didn’t think this deep abt this joke line but IM GONNA lmao

y’all some of these names…brick??? mortar???? bisque????? burgundy???? roch szalt???????? KANDI FLOSS??????? that last one is peak stripper name meme ansjdbfnnebehd. this is just like in btd when they had to name a team fondue 😭😭😭😭 i think they’re officially running out of colors 😂😂😂

THE EMBLEM OF NEO’S BOARDING SCHOOL IS A TRIPLE SPIRAL?????? the gurren lagann of it all……………

very funny that both neo and roman poison people with sleeping pills. hashtag just bestie things <3

pg146 “to listen to their body and what it was telling them about their feelings (gag)” ASPEC NEO RISE!!!!!!!!!!

ok i May be stupid but i thought everyone had a semblance???? bc semblance comes from aura, and everyone has aura??? maybe it’s just people without activated aura who wouldn’t have a semblance (so like if pyrrha had never unlocked his, jaune would’ve never discovered his semblance???? idk) but i’m also fairly certain roman has an activated aura????

very fond of roman meeting neo and understanding her very easily. platonic soulmatism i think.

ok wait actually i kinda wanna elaborate. LOVE that roman’s whole schtick is that he’s had to look out only for himself his whole life and he doesn’t wanna be a babysitter while neo is SICK of being babysat and so they work well together. ALSO LOVE that BECAUSE roman’s had to look out for himself his whole life, he’s good enough at reading body language and filling in the blanks to know what neo’s saying even without words.

also. hang on. OKAY. so neo gave roman his hat and roman gave neo her umbrella and neo made them BOTH outfits. BUT THEN ROMAN DIES and all neo has LEFT is the HAT SHE GAVE HIM and she goes to HIS OLD BOSS to help herself get revenge AND ONLY THEN DOES SHE CHANGE OUTIFTS????? BITCH??????? CHECK OUT HOW HARD I CAN APPARENTLY CRY OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP

(okay note on the previous bullet after actually finishing: not the same hat :( and also how did neo convince lil miss malachite to help her when she nearly blew her up??? money ig lmao)

i’m literally obsessed with this being a ya book so roman and neo can’t steal alcohol or drugs, they gotta steal COFFEE 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 LIKE. ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

also in love with how (just like every other rwby friendship!!!!) there isn’t any pointless drama. they trust & love each other and that’s that!!!! like roman’s told that neo sold him out, and despite that being consistent with the rest of his life, he knows that’s not consistent with NEO and sees that she’s come to rescue him so there’s no petty drama around it!!! bc he TRUSTS HER!!!!!

pg268 “neo blinked back tears and hugged roman. ‘hey. don’t wrinkle the suit.’ but he put a hand on her head and over her shoulder, and that felt more like home than that house and her parents had in a long time.” HELLO????? HELL LOOOOO?????? bro i am CRYING i’m gonna SUE

tbh i was really worried they wouldn’t get to hug in this book BUT THEY DID!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY WTFFFFFF

pg269 “her father threw up his hands. ‘do you know what she wants to say?’ he asked roman. ‘i do, actually.’ roman looked at her fondly. ‘i’m surprised you don’t.’” IM LOSING MY MINDDDDDD THATS LOVE!!!!!!!

pg270 “roman cleared his throat. ‘her name is neo.’” ALSKDJJREJNENFHCISOMENRJDIS BITCH

pg300 “he stopped walking. ‘while you get away. she’s mainly interested in me. drop this disguise and i’ll distract her. you get out of here. and never look back.’ she shook her head defiantly. he tried to pull his hand free, but she only held on more tightly.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PAGE THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN SHE KISSES HIM ON THE CHEEK AJDJFJEJENDNJDN KSIDOEOSPSKEJEHEBE. F THE POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP WINS AGAIN

okay okay so now that i’m finished here are my Actual thoughts alskcjejenbrhdisk:

i wish! that more of the book! was focused on roman & neo together and their friendship!! like i get that the first half was important bc they needed to show Just How Alone they both were before each other. but i would’ve gladly traded some of the beginning stuff for just a little more time with the two of them together. like maybe condense some of that and give us a few more anecdotes from their time training together?? just to show the development from wary partners to ride-or-die a little more. but idk. because the first half of the book felt a little slow for me but as soon as i got to the back half i could NOT put it down!!!!!!!!

i owe this writer (& the rwby writers ofc) my heart and soul and also probably my spleen. first cfvy, now roman & neo???? taking characters i didn’t have any strong feelings about but giving them personality and history and love and making ME love them???? AND WRITING FRIENDS/FAMILY SO WELL???? bro. BRO. i’m losing my MIND

ALSO. very excited for neo’s role in v9 now. and will also probably cry.

like. it would’ve been so easy for them to make roman & neo romantic. especially since there’s only like a 4 year age gap. but they DIDNT they let those two BE EACH OTHERS FIRST PRIORITY AND CLOSEST FRIEND AS FRIENDS AND I AM SO ECSTATIC ABT IT HOLY SHIT

[firelord-frowny]

this is Hashtag Problematic lmao but i honestly kinda feel like one way to encourage people to be proactive about mitigating the effects of racism is to play up the negative impact it has on white people. 

bc like... face it, y’all. we all know good and well that even Generally Decent white people tend to kinda thrive on a victim mentality, and the reason why so many white folks are loathe to address racism is because they belong to the demographic that is perpetrating the victimization of Actual Victimized Peoples, and any effort to help those victimized peoples must inherently confront the fact that the aggressive acts/policies/attitudes are being carried out by white people. So the minute we start talking about all the ways ~white supremacy~ hurts people of color, half of them are already sticking their fingers in their ears and refusing to take even the slightest bit of responsibility for Making Things Better.

but i BET that if we framed the conversation in such a way that it highlights the ways white people harm OTHER white people via racism, a loooot of folks would suddenly be all ears. 

OBVIOUSLY the list of Ways White Supremacy Hurts White People is not nearly as critical or painful as the ways white supremacy hurts people of color, but the list includes stuff like:

(for creatives/artists) being Too Afraid of representing minorities in your creative work because you’re afraid of offending anyone if you Get It Wrong

uneasiness of not knowing whether you’ve been given an opportunity because you genuinely deserved it, or because a person of color was discriminated against

racist whites voting against their own best interest JUST because they don’t want The Blacks to benefit from anything, effectively keeping many white communities in poverty/without health care/without good housing/etc

white people sometimes - though VERY indirectly - have to pick up the tab in terms of the ways racial inequality effects an entire population. for example, poverty is correlated with homelessness is correlated with crime is correlated with drug use is correlated with illness, blah blah blah, either causing regions to be Dangerous And Unsightly, OR forcing communities to allocate taxpayer money toward  ~treating the symptoms rather than the disease~ by, for instance, deterring homeless people from sleeping on park benches, but not giving homeless people a way to get on their feet and secure safe housing and/or eliminating the conditions that lead to homelessness in the first place.

the fact that whiteness is the default in terms of beauty/professionalism/media/etc, has made whiteness invisible to white people, rendering them unable to Feel Special in the same way that they assume poc must Feel Special when we get recognized for being a person of color with a Positive Trait. For instance, Viola Davis gets hailed for being a beautiful, gifted BLACK actress. Meryl Streep gets hailed for being a beautiful and gifted actress, but her whiteness is “ignored” because it’s The Default. A lot of white people just straight up lack the ability to truly understand this, and so feel ~left out~. 

White people may feel obligated to Not Complain about things because it’s ~not as bad~ as what poc are subject to. A lot of them feel like there’s never a good time to discuss their own concerns, because it would inevitably mean drowning out the concerns of groups who need more support. 

These are things that white people wouldn’t have to grapple with if racism wasn’t so thoroughly entrenched in the dominant culture’s values and legislations. So, I kinda theorize that some white folks would feel more inclined to denounce racism and participate in its dismantlement if the narrative was “Let’s End Racism So We Can Go To Trader Joe’s Without Having To Step Over A Homeless Negro” instead of “Let’s End Racism So More Black People Are Able to Become Home Owners.” Or “Let’s End Racism So I Can Brag About My Beautiful Blond Hair Without Being Accused Of Being Racist” instead of “Let’s End Racism So Black People’s Natural Hair Won’t Deter Employers From Hiring Them.” 

lmfao it’s SO fucking stupid, but like. racism itself is so fucking stupid and i guess sometimes you have to fight stupid with stupid??? idk!

Like, SOOOO often I hear white people lamenting about how unfaaaaiiiir they think it is that there are scholarships specifically for people of color, and that they shouldn’t have Special Opportunities just because of their race, and i’m like!!!

glad we fucking agree! it IS unfair that the past and present of racism in america has created a social climate where it’s necessary to give minorities a perceived advantage! it IS unfair that hard work/talent/intellect isn’t the only criteria that’s considered when deciding whether or not to admit a student/hire an employee/etc! 

RACISM IS THE CAUSE OF THE THING YOU’RE UPSET ABOUT!!! FIX RACISM, AND YOU WON’T HAVE TO SPEND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS WORRYING ABOUT THE RARE MEDIOCRE BLACK PERSON GETTING AN OPPORTUNITY THEY WEREN’T BEST SUITED FOR! FIX RACISM, YOU WON’T HAVE TO STEP OVER ANY HOMELESS NEGROS! FIX RACISM, AND YOU CAN SING AND DANCE ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOVE YOUR ~PORCELAIN SKIN AND BLOND HAIR~! FIX RACISM AND YOU CAN FINALLY FREELY INDULGE IN YOUR DISTURBING FIXATION ON THE CUTENESS OF MIXED BABIES!!! 

IT’S RAAAAACISM THAT’S MAKING YOU POUT LIKE A JEALOUS CHILD, NOT PEOPLE OF COLOR!! IT’S RACIST WHITE PEOPLE WHO ARE FACILITATING THE OCCURANCES THAT UPSET YOU!!!!!!! OUR ENEMY IS YOUR ENEMY, TOO, YOU FUCKING OSIFGUJRLTRGJTYBEY

OHHHHHMYGOD

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Flight of the Little Bird: Three Months Later.

Previous | Master List 

Its the end! I know I said I’d have this up a few hours ago, but at least I finished it, right? (I’m still so sorry about the Late At Night series, I swear I’m still working on it.)

~~

“Dad, stop being mean to the bees.” Your laugh rings out across the large garden as you watch your father try to catch the bees buzzing around his tomatoes. “They’re friends.” 

“You wouldn’t say that if they were hornets.” He counters, adjusting the straw hat he was wearing. You both grin at his words, squinting due to the southern California sun. You had missed this place, with its sprawling land, the old adobe mansion your grandfather had bought so many decades ago, and even the bees that always returned to your father’s precious garden every summer. 

“Hornets are bastards, its different.” You point out, returning your attention to the pumpkins you were weeding. “How long do you think it’ll be until these babies are ready for the market?” You wonder, gently caressing the squash in front of you. 

“Not until early October at the earliest, we could sell them for Jack-o-lanterns” He informs you, finally leaving the bees alone to check his other garden inhabitants. “These cucumbers might be ready next week though.” 

“The bell peppers too,” You stand up, pointing to the section of garden he had set aside for his varied peppers. “We should check the mushrooms as well, I could make stuffed bell peppers and-”

“Honey!” Your mother’s voice has both of you looking back towards the house, and you can tell from the way she’s fiddling with her wedding ring that something is wrong. 

“What’s wrong, mom?” You call, and she immediately waves your concerns away. 

“Its nothing sweetie, I just need to talk to your father.” You don’t believe her, but still shrug it off anyway. You share a look with your old man, who’s clearly as confused as you are, “Don’t worry, we’re almost done weeding, I’ll finish up the pumpkins and go check the shrooms.” 

“Alright, thank you.” He tips his hat dramatically to you before following his wife inside the house. Weeding takes only a few minutes, so you find yourself meandering towards the front of the house to find the mushrooms before either of your parents have made it back outside. 

You wish they had come out to stop you.

The moment you round the side of the house, you’re met with two large black vans, a sight so familiar to you that for a moment you’re excited, wondering where you’re about to be whisked off next. Then, you remember. 

It had already been three months since you had left, and the boys hadn’t contacted you once, not even Mark, which hurt most of all. You had no doubt they probably hated you, so what were these vans doing here? Were you about to be kidnapped?

“Please, just hear us out.” A familiar voice begged. 

“Not a chance. If you had wanted to talk to her you should have called first, don’t think she’ll want to see you just because you showed up at her house.” Your mother argued, voice stern, a rare occurrence. Slowly the crowd of boys were backed out of the house, though none of them had noticed you yet. 

“Mom-” 

“Mark Tuan, don’t you dare “mom” me right now. You think you can just ghost my daughter for three months and I’ll welcome you back with open arms? It’s your fault she got her heart broken in the first place. If you think I’ll just forgive you in an instant-”

“Mom.” This time, it was you who called to her, making her stop and all of them looked over to you. Seeing you must have been a shock, the last time you had all been together you wore only designer clothes, stylish pants and dresses, things that screamed money. Now, you stood before them in dirty overalls and a work out tank top you had stolen from Jackson years ago. Your hat blocked the sun from your eyes, but you knew you looked tanner than before, having spent almost every day in the sunshine. 

“Oh honey, you were supposed to stay in the garden.” Your mom sighs, clearly distressed. 

“Mom, go inside.” 

“But-”

“Mom.” You say more firmly, finally tearing your gaze away from the boys to look at her. “I’m a big girl, I can handle my own problems. Go inside please.” She doesn’t say anything, just nods and turns around to head back inside. The moment the door closes, the boys surge forward, but your step backwards has them stopping. “Why are you here? My mom was right, you don’t make a single effort to contact me, and you just show up?”

“You really think you get to be upset right now?” Jinyoung asks. 

“Yes I do.” You retort immediately. “I apologized several times. I explained I was leaving the company but you were all still free to contact me, and none of you did. So yeah, I think I’m allowed to be upset.” 

“I’m sorry.” Mark pipes up, stepping forward to stand at the front of the group. “We were shitty friends, and I’m so sorry for that, but that isn’t why we’re here.”

“Then why are you here?” 

“We want you to come back, to come home.” Youngjae finally admits, voice small. There was no humor in your laugh as it bubbled up. 

“I am home.” You manage to say, throwing out your arms to gesture to the property. “Do you even understand why I left?” 

“Y/n.” JB tries to start but you stop him. 

“I left because your beloved Aghase turned on me and Jackson the moment they found out about us. They’ve always hated me. Every time I’ve been seen by them they spew nothing but hate and that takes a toll. I can’t do that anymore.” 

“They don’t hate you.” Mark almost yells. “And who cares if they do? We’ve spent three months trying to accept what you did but you didn’t think about how we would feel.” Mark was angry, a sight you had seen a few times, but had never been towards you. “You expected us to just forget about you, to move on. I have been your best friend for over two decades!” His heart broken shout made tears immediately spring into your eyes. “I would have understood backing away from the group, or even lying to the public about your relationship, but running away? That’s not like you.” 

“You didn’t try to stop me.” 

“Because I thought I would be okay!” He was crying now, and you felt about to but you tried your best not to let it break you completely. “I thought we would all be okay and I would just be upset for a while until I could see you again, but it wasn’t just me. Everyone has been upset, everyone has been hurt and it was your selfishness that did it!” 

“I did it for you, to protect you from those assholes who called themselves your fans!”

“That’s enough! Both of you!” Jackson interjects, stepping in between you. “You are both right, and both wrong.”

“Have you not been on social media at all since you got here?” Jinyoung asks casually, earning a shake of the head from you. 

“I didn’t want to see what the company said, or you guys.” You confess, letting out a deep sigh, trying not to burst into tears. 

“The boss wasn’t having it. He threatened to sue anyone who was defaming you, or spreading malicious comments.” Jinyoung explains, looking for something on his phone. “They published a post about you leaving, about how it was the fault of so many hateful comments, and that we would be taking an extended hiatus due to, how did he phrase it?” he pauses, trying to remember the words. 

“Stress and heartbreak from losing a dear friend.” Jackson says, refusing to look at you. “None of us wanted to keep going without you.”

“I told you, we couldn’t just forget about you.” JB pipes in, taking the phone from Jinyoung to show you. 

Comment from: @/wang-gaepark-gae:

What the hell is wrong with people? Jackson and Y/n should be allowed to date without everyone throwing a fit #justicefory/n

Comment from: @/y/n_protection_squad:

Her concepts were so cool! Who cares that they were dating, y’all just took the coolest production designer away from them! This is why we can’t have nice things. #justicefory/n

Comment from: @/wouldletbam_bam:

Does this mean we’re getting the person who did girlsgirlsgirls back? Cause I’ll find Y/n myself if that’s the case.

Comment from: @/notjae6: 

Even if you didn’t like their relationship, you didn’t have to ruin everything for everyone. You probably ruined her life #justicefory/n

Comment from: @/aghasefory/n:

Is this why Youngjae looked so sad in his last Vlive? Wait what about Mark? They were besties right? #justicefory/n

“Are they all-?”

“Most of them. Our fans really like you, and they love your work more.” Jinyoung explains. “They’ve trended the Justice for Y/n hashtag for almost three months, and they’ve been releasing their fav clips of you.”

“Wait, clips of me?” 

“Yup, people saw you a lot more than you think. You are the person we were closest to besides our managers.” Mark chuckles, wiping his eyes. 

“The boss already agreed to let you come back. He says he’ll make sure any malicious comments are met with legal action.” JB interjects, giving Jinyoung his phone back. 

“Why does it matter so much?” You almost huff, refusing to look at the boys, knowing it will make you start crying. 

“Because we could have lost you. Forever, permanently.” Jackson finally spoke up. “Mark told us about high school, and about the bridge.” Your heart rate increases drastically as you think back to that day, the day you almost died. 

“We’ve been so worried this whole time.” Mark begins. “So worried I would never get to see you again.” 

“So why didn’t you call?” 

“You said you wanted to leave, and we did our best to respect that.” JB explains, stepping forward, now not only as your friend, but as Got7’s leader. “So we are here to apologize, and to ask you, beg if we have to, to come home with us.” All seven of them drop into a 90 degree bow, each one apologizing at once. You glance towards the house, where your parents are pressed to the screen of the front window, listening to the whole conversation. Both of them nod vigorously, gesturing towards the boys. A small chuckle bubbles up from your chest as the tears start spilling onto your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, you guys.” You squeak out, making them slowly come upright, “I thought I was going to be okay, I thought you would just forget about me, and I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left.” Their faces erupt into grins, with Mark dashing forward to scoop you into a tight hug. The other boys join in a second later, squishing you at the center of the circle. “I really missed you guys.” You croak from where your face is squished into Jackson’s shoulder.

“We know.” Bambam grins, patting your head. 

“And now you're not allowed to leave.” You bring your head up, finally looking into Jackson’s eyes. 

“Deal.”

~~Tag List: 

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@destroyed-and-damned

[omniswords]

How to Open a Padlock, Part 1 [Nino Lahiffe/Camila Siddiq (OC)]

Four times Camila Siddiq ran into Carapace, and one time she found Nino.

I know I’ve been talking about her on and off on this blog, but I’ve had this piece I wrote about her ages ago, maybe a month or so after I even created her. Camila won’t make her Official Debut until the second half of Chronicles, but… here’s what things would be like if she were in the canonverse.

I hope you like it. I really hope you like it.

Before you start, just a quick content warning for explosions and an act of Islamophobia in this part. It’s. Shit’s real, y’all. And I want you to be safe, so take a step away if you need to.

[i.]

This is the sort of thing that’s only supposed to happen in horror stories on the news. In statistics. In social media, in hashtags, in videos blurred out for containing “sensitive content.” In some other country. Not here. Never here.

Camila isn’t supposed to become a statistic, but she just might be, in the Latin Quarter. And for all her supposed tos and shouldn’t haves, maybe she should have expected it after all.

She’s not particularly religious, not the way her parents are. But Friday afternoons are still sacred family time for her. They’re always blocked out for her to meet with her parents in front of the mosque after the lecture and prayer, and to treat them to lunch. It’s the one time she’ll go a little easier on the makeup, make sure her clothes aren’t too ripped or too sheer or too anything, and it’s mostly out of respect for her mother. Her father, as far as she’s concerned, is just there for the ride. Or, she supposes, the drive. It’s his car they all pile into, after all.

And the Latin Quarter isn’t so bad a place. It doesn’t have the same bustle as the eighth arrondissement, but it’s quaint, and quiet, and it feels like a movie sometimes. She’ll even stick around when she doesn’t have any more classes for the day, or even after her practicum, just to meet up with some classmates or friends for tea, book shopping, a casual game of Frisbee in the park or an adventure in one of the art-house cinemas.

It’s just not the sort of place she would ever expect to see thick, black smoke rising. Especially from the Grand Mosque’s dome. Or to hear screaming, especially from the people rushing out and the people still inside.

In the midst of it all, she can’t help but go stock still for a too-long moment, eyes darting around and scanning the crowd. This isn’t supposed to happen here. It isn’t supposed to happen anywhere, but especially not here. Not to her family. Not to her people. They haven’t done anything aside from wanting to live and be good to others. They haven’t done anything aside from wanting to do the things that bring them peace. For God’s sake, it’s in the name of everything they follow, everything they submit to. Why would anyone want to hurt that? Why are there people who still want to hurt that?

She should have known better than to think there was any country out there that could protect her.

Her mother. She can’t find her mother. But her mother should be so easy to find; she’s one of the few people Camila knows who still defies everything to wear her niqab, still gets slapped with the fine for it and everything. But every woman Camila sees pouring out of the side entrance, has her face uncovered, except where they guard themselves from the smoke with their sleeves. Some of them even have children in tow, and it makes her shake that they’ll have to carry this with them. That they’ll have to go around wondering if they’ll ever feel safe anywhere.

Her mother. She has to go get her mother.

Camila’s barely run a few feet before someone grabs her wrist and yanks her back. Before she can shout in protest, there’s an explosion that shakes the ground, and she screams instead and covers her head to protect herself. She’s gathered up in someone’s arms, against a body, and the ear-splitting sound of it is muffled by a shield.

Wait.

A shield?

Once the explosion subsides and the ground stops shaking, she looks up, slowly. There’s still chaos around her, noise and confusion and questions of when and how and why, but the person holding her barely acts like it. From what she can see under the hood, he’s all serious stares and gritted teeth, talking into some kind of communicator. To Ladybug. She hears Ladybug.

It’s him.

“Carapace?” she ventures to say. She’s surprised at how even she sounds. How she’s not breaking into scared sobs. Maybe it’s the stress hormones. Maybe it’s the fight-or-flight simmering in her blood. “What are you—”

“Akuma,” is his reply, and it’s only then that Carapace looks down to acknowledge her. “You can’t go in there, are you crazy? You don’t know what could happen if that guy gets his hands on you.”

“I don’t even know what is happening.” Camila never knows what’s happened. These akuma things were never a problem before she left home, and now it feels like they’re an everyday occurrence. An annoyance, until now. She struggles in his grip, but if anything, Carapace only holds on tighter. “And I have to go in there, let me go—”

“I can’t,” he says, covers her even more with his shield. “I’m not gonna let one more person get hurt if I can help it—”

“I’m not leaving without her!” she shrieks, and now she’s starting to shake, and she’s pretty sure her makeup is starting to run, and she doesn’t care, she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care what happens to her, as long as—

Carapace pauses, shifts back to hold her at arm’s length. There’s something almost… anxious in his eyes. She has to wonder how many times he’s felt this way. If any of these other superheroes in town feel it, too. “Who?” he asks. Soft. Maybe even a little scared.

It’s impossible not to trust him. She trusted him with her life long before they ever met. “My mother,” she croaks, and gestures in the air with a hand swiping over her mouth. “Her face is covered. I can’t find her.”

“I’ll get her,” he says, so firmly that she’d believe him if she didn’t already. He fits his shield onto his back, and gathers her up into his arms in a bridal carry. “But I’m taking you somewhere safe first. Can’t hurt your mother by letting something happen to you.”

Carapace has a point, as much as Camila hates to admit it. Reluctantly, she fits her arms around his shoulders—which are surprisingly, amazingly broad, and casts one last glance at the building, at her brothers and sisters rushing to safety and the lithe figures battling it out in the distance. It will all be fixed in the end, she has to tell herself. Ladybug will fix everything in the end.

Well.

Almost everything.

“You don’t have to look anymore,” Carapace says, a soft, gentle murmur that she can feel in his chest. And he turns her head away. His heart is pounding hard, she can hear that too, and he tells her to hold on tight before he leaps. She screams when he does, her stomach jolting like she’s on some roller coaster ride or an elevator drop, and she holds onto him even faster than before, and he tells her, “Don’t look down. Whatever you do, don’t look down.”

So she closes her eyes to fight off the temptation, and tries not to think about how Carapace is literally talking to her and carrying her, and settles for straining to hear the grumble of Arabic under Carapace’s breath. She knew he was Moroccan, ever since the Ladyblog confirmed it. But it’s still so strange to hear someone so above her, someone she and pretty much every other woman in her family look to, speaking words that are so familiar to her. Not that she’s heard many people swear in her dialect of Arabic—in fact, even the thought of it makes her shudder—but he drops a couple here and there, talking about a fucking akuma in the fucking courtyard, and how this Hawk Moth fellow had better prepare to meet God in his grave, and—

Oh.

Did he just—?

They’re tucked away near the Pantheon before she knows it, or can say anything. The fighting and the panic are still there, in the distance, and something pulls at her heart and makes her want to go back, makes her want to demand why Carapace took her away. It doesn’t take much from him to quiet that tension, though. Just an earnest look—something so familiar to her, painful in how she can’t place it for how rattled she is—and the same three words. “I’ll get her.” And then, three more: “Stay here. Please.”

She takes a slow, shaky breath, nearly slumping against the wall behind her. She would have loved to meet him some other way. Any other way. She just guesses there wouldn’t be any other way, if he only comes out when there’s danger. “Camila,” she finally says.

Carapace seems to freeze for a moment, fists clenched tight. But his stance relaxes, and his voice goes low and soft. “Is that your mom’s name?” he asks.

“It’s mine.” She swallows hard, fingers latching onto the gold hamsa pendant her grandmother gave to her years ago. “I figure you ought to know the name of the person who owes you one. Or two.”

For the first time since she met him, Carapace smiles. It makes his eyes glitter. Maybe it’d make her heart flutter, too, if he didn’t have somewhere to go. “Hey. You don’t owe me nothin’ but your safety.”

It’s not a very tall order, and she really does wish there were more she could do than just… wait. But if that’s all a superhero is asking of her, then maybe it’s all she needs. She steadies herself, stands up straight, can’t bring herself to look anywhere else but at him. “You…” she starts uneasily, clears her throat. “You think I’m pretty?”

He did say it before. How cruel someone had to be to attack such a pretty girl. Maybe he didn’t know she could understand. Or maybe he forgot. Either way, he blushes, deep red under that hood of his, and nods without a word, and then he’s off again.

Pretty.

Carapace, the hero of literally every Arab in Paris, thinks she’s pretty.

(Well. Of course she already knew she was. It doesn’t make her any less fluttery.)

The waiting game is the worst part. Having to listen for all those distant sounds, poking her head around the corner to look for the occasional person or two running away from the commotion, or maybe a bright green force field. Her body’s shaking so much that it’s almost hard to stand, but she said she wouldn’t leave. So she’s not leaving. She’s waiting. And waiting. Fixing her face, and holding herself together, and waiting.

When the flurry of ladybugs come and return the neighborhood to the way it was, she heaves a sigh of relief, and suddenly the waiting doesn’t feel so bad. It’s numbered, right down to the moment Carapace brings her parents back to her, and he slips away before she can even thank him again.

She hopes, in the time her mother is holding her together instead, in the time that her father is watching news of the arrest on his phone, that Carapace remembered her name.

(“I was there,” she tells Nino later over glasses of iced mint tea and sweets from Marinette’s parents’ bakery. “I was there, and I was scared to death, and I couldn’t do anything.”

Over the sound of a soccer match, Nino squeezes her shoulder, and then her hand. “But someone did,” he says, and he pulls her into a hug. “Someone did so you didn’t have to.”

Someone did, but it wasn’t her.)

[maybemarvelbaby]

The Hit Girl (II)

Part 1

A/N: Oh my gosh, thank you guys so much! I got so much support on my last chapter of THG, and it seems y’all are really excited for it. I even got someone asking for a tag list. Anyways.. thank you so much, Enjoy! <3

Taglist:

@viarogers 

Pairings: mentor!Natasha Romanoff x mentee!Reader; Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: dark themes, death, loss of loved ones, violence, guns, just a pretty sad time for (Y/N)

Notice: You can message me to be on my tag list, and use the hashtag “#the hit girl series” if you want to give me feedback/ ideas. Please only use the hashtag for series related things, thank you, Enjoy! <3

The training that you had to endure was ruthless, difficult, yet still not as bad as the Red Room. In fact, you might even say that you enjoyed this training. You never truly wanted to kill any of the other girls, but something in their eyes told you if you didn’t, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. Except for one girl. 

•──────✧✦✧──────•

Her name was Nadia Makarov. She was only seven when you met her, you were seventeen. As the ‘queen’ of the Red Room, you granted her special protection against nearly every other girl, they knew if the killed her in a sparring match, then they would die at your hands in an even more brutal and painful way. You took the role of a big sister/ caretaker for Nadia, and it was clear that she loved you. No matter how much you would deny it, you did truly love her. It seemed the instructors of the Red Room had noticed the connection between you and Nadia, because one day, they put both of you in the ring. The match lasted nearly twenty-four hours. You did not want to kill Nadia, you physically couldn’t. You did nothing. Giving her every opportunity to kill you, but she refused. After several hours of you screaming at her to just kill you already, the instructors became fed up with you and the little girl’s shenanigans, so they brought in weapons. The two of you were given handguns and had 2 hours for one to die otherwise you would both be killed. By the time that there were two minutes left on the clock, Nadia stared you straight in the eyes, before lifting up her gun to your head. You smiled lightly, accepting your fate and closing your eyes. You were content with dying in the hands of your loved one.

Bang

One simple shot, but you didn’t feel a thing. Your knees slumped to the ground and you sat in the ring, your eyes squeezed shut, knowing what you would see if you opened them. Nadia had shot herself so you could live. You brought your own gun to your head and tried to pull the trigger, but your gun was empty. It was almost as if the instructors knew what Nadia would do and how you would react. You opened your eyes to see the pale, lifeless body of your little sister. Her wavy, brown hair caked with her own blood. You crawled over to her side and laid her head in your lap. Tears streamed out of your (e/c) eyes as they gazed upon her lifeless, sky blue ones. You knew that she would want you to live, so you vowed to yourself that her death was not in vain. You promised her, as she lay there, lifeless on the floor, that you would never lose a match because you couldn’t afford another loss like Nadia.

•──────✧✦✧──────•

“(Y/N), heads up. You’re next!” Natasha’s words knocked you from your thoughts, you felt your eyes stinging and hot, silent tears were streaming down your face. It seemed Natasha had noticed your expression because she jumped out of the sparring ring and rushed to where you sat straight up on the bench. “Everything okay, маленький (little one)?” She asked you asked she placed a hand on your shoulder. You flinched at the affectionate name that you once called your little sister, before coughing and wiping the tears from your eyes. You stood up and gazed at the woman with eyes void of any emotion.

“Yes, Miss Romanoff, I’m alright.” You responded to her concerns, not wanting to think about it anymore. She nodded in understanding and brought you to the ring where you were going to spar against Clint.

He smiled at you mischievously, “You know, you’ve beaten nearly everyone in the complex, so you know I’m not gonna go easy on you.” He stated, a confident smirk drawn on his face.

“I know.” You replied simply. Once Natasha queued the match to start, you had Clint pinned on the ground, both hands behind his back, your knee trapping his legs to the ground, and his face buried into the ground.

“I yield, I yield!” Clint yelled as you smirk lightly to yourself at your new win.

“I thought you weren’t going to go easy on me.” You teased him as you let go of his hands and helped him up.

“I wasn’t...” He scoffed rubbing a hand over his face in defeat.

“Better luck next time, old man.” You said, before jumping out of the ring. Natasha walked up to you and put an arm around your shoulder, muttering a good job to you and you made your way back to the bench to get a sip of water. You thanked her, excused yourself from training, and headed back to your room.

•──────✧✦✧──────•

You laughed lightly at the piece of paper that was stuck to your door.

Sapphire Shadow 

Kobalt Killer

Black Widow Jr.

Blue Widow

Tiny Mighty

And other names were scribbled onto the paper written in various blue inks. You knew the last one was Sam’s idea and you immediately crossed it out. You grabbed a pen and crossed out the ones you didn’t like, such as Black Widow Jr. and Tiny Mighty, while circling the ones you did like, Sapphire Shadow and Kobalt Killer being some of the ones do did enjoy. When you reached the end of the list, one name, in particular, stood out to you.

Nova Storm

You traced your fingers over the letters that were so delicately written on the page, you knew that only two people could have written that, Wanda or Natasha, simply by the neat handwriting. But you could tell exactly who wrote that name, it was Natasha.

The two simple words pulled at your heartstrings as you recalled the memories. 

“Hey, Supernova!” The pale-skinned girl called, “Be careful on your mission!”

“Don’t worry Stormie, I’ll come back to you.”

Hot tears streamed down you face for the second time and you fell on your bed. You lifted the paper to examine the words again, knowing exactly who you were going to be. You grabbed a small sheet of blank paper from off the desk that sat by your bed. In your best calligraphy, you wrote the name you decided on with a royal blue ink. When it was finished, you lined it up, directly under the nametag on your door that said ‘(Y/N) Chernov’. A soft smile left your lips as a single tear streamed down your face.

“You got a name, I see.” A voice sounded from behind you, “Nova Storm, I like it. Wonder who could’ve suggested it?”

You laughed at your mentor’s lighthearted sarcasm before surprising her with a tight hug and a quiet ‘thank you’. She hugged back hesitantly, before relaxing. This was the first time you had shown any emotion to her since two days ago when you got drunk because Thor said you couldn’t handle his Asgardian mead. 

You pulled away quickly and coughed to yourself, fixing your hair and ridding all emotions that may have been displayed on your face. “Thank you, Miss Romanoff. I like the name.” 

She smiled at you gently, “It’s no problem, маленький, I’m glad you like it. Now come on, Tony has someone you need to meet.” She said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you down the hall. 

•──────✧✦✧──────•

The two of you soon entered the main living space and you saw Tony talking to a young boy that seemed to be about eighteen to nineteen years old, somewhere around your age. His honey-glazed, brown eyes noticed your arrival and he ran a hand through his curly brown locks.

“H-Hi... I’m uh... I’m Parker Peter... Peter Parker, sorry, my name is Peter Parker.” He stuttered, extending a hand. You gave away no emotion, even though you wanted to giggle at his flustered expression. 

“(Y/N) Chernov.” You stated plainly. Ignoring his outstretched hand and Natasha’s looks that practically screamed at you to ‘be nice’. Peter drew his hand back and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Ahh, (Y/N), I see you’ve met my little friend, Peter. You two are around the same age. I thought it would be nice if you had someone your age to talk to and show you what a normal teenager acts like.” Tony said, before grabbing your arm, pulling you towards him, and leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Listen girly, I’m quite fond of this kid, so I’d like it if he stayed in one piece.” You nodded in understanding and he smiled, letting go of your arm. 

“Oh, Tony, we have a name,” Natasha told her friend. Tony’s already smiling face lit up even more in excitement and the skin around his eyes crinkled. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Get all the Avengers in here now!!” He practically squealed at his AI.

“Yes, sir. All Avengers report to the main living room at this time please.” The robot responded. About two minutes later, you heard fast footsteps running across the floors. All of the Avengers stumbled into the room and looked at you with hopeful eyes. They had been waiting for almost a month for you to finally decide on a name. Excited faces examined you as you shifted nervously on your feet. You looked at Natasha pleadingly, and she understood, speaking up for you. 

“The day has finally come where (Y/N) has decided her name. Before I reveal it, I’m only gonna say this once, none of you better get upset because she didn’t pick your name. The name she chose has a special meaning to her, and she will share it’s origins when she is ready,” Natasha began, everyone nodded in agreement, “Her name is Nova Storm.”

You were immediately reminded of the memories that tied you to this name and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you choked them back down. You caught Wanda’s gentle, loving gaze and knew she read your mind. A single tear slipped from her eye and she walked up to hug you comfortingly. 

“It’s perfect,” The young woman started, “She would have loved it.” You couldn’t hold back anymore and you hugged her back, tears streaming down your face as you buried your head into her shoulder with silent sobs. You two parted and you wiped the tear from your face. Natasha held you into a side hug.

“Let’s go Nova Storm!” Bucky yelled the rest of the Avengers began cheering. You smiled and they cheered louder, it was always a treat when you smiled. You didn’t do it often, but when you did, it made them feel like kids in the store whose parents just said that they could pick out a piece of candy.

•──────✧✦✧──────•

After everyone was dismissed, you plopped yourself onto the couch, kicking your legs up on the coffee table and closing your eyes. You felt the couch cushion beside you drop as someone’s weight was pressed upon it. You opened a single eye to see who sat beside you. I little swarm of butterflies tickled your stomach as you noticed Peter’s fluffy, brown curls.

“If you don’t mind me asking... um... uh... c-can I know the... uh... the importance of your name?” He asked quietly, a polite and nervous smile appearing on his lips. A single tear fell from your eyes and you laughed lightly at his nervousness. You didn’t know why you trusted the boy so much, but you did. You felt comfortable and nervous at the same time when he was around. And, before you knew it, you were telling him all about the things you and Nadia did together. The mini-adventures around the Red Room, Nadia helping you with ballet (she was a natural, and you were not), the bond you shared, even till her inevitable demise. 

Peter sat with you for hours, laughing at the fun parts, crying at the sad. He even opened up to you and told you all about his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. The two of you grew close and you could feel a bond beginning to form between the two of you. 

It scared you, to say the least, and as soon as you began to crave his touch, you excused yourself and locked yourself in your bedroom. You couldn't risk creating a bond only to lose the person again. No matter how much you wanted to stay and talk to Peter, you couldn’t let yourself get attached to him.

•──────✧✦✧──────•

It had been two weeks since your name was revealed, and it was the last time you had spoken with Peter. You avoided him in every way you could, ignoring his constant pleas, asking you what he did wrong. It broke your heart to see the boy so torn up about you, but you knew that if you got attached to him, he would be as good as dead. Something in your gut told you that not everyone in the Red Room died that day. Part of you knew that they were looking for you, and you had to keep everyone safe. 

You grew distant, not only to Peter but to everyone in the complex. You spent your days either locked in your room or training by yourself. Natasha noticed your strange behaviour and began to worry.

“(Y/N)... we need to talk.” She said one day, walking into your room without warning and closing the door behind her. Yet, you didn’t say a word. “You’ve been distant, маленький. Everyone is worried about you.” The tears began to well up in your eyes at the affectionate nickname. “Please, let me know what’s wrong.” Natasha’s sad expression and begging broke you.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Romanoff... I’m... I can’t... I don’t want to lose any of you. I cannot have another Nadia...” You started, unable to keep the salty tears from running down your face, “They day she died, I was broken. She was the only person I ever loved and she’s gone. I had nothing.” You grew quiet and gazed at the woman’s face. A few tears had slipped from her eyes as well. She sat on the bed next to you and put a hand on your back.

“You know, I was like you. I used to have nothing, and then I got this family.” She began, rubbing slow circles over your back muscles, comforting you, “Everyone in this family has lost something, that’s what makes us so close. We are all there for each other, and we can be there for you too, you just have to let us in.”

For the first time since Nadia’s death, you bawled, burning hot tears streaming down your face, shaking sobs erupting from your body, hundred of ‘I’m sorry’s leaving your lips. Natasha hugged you comfortingly. You fell asleep in her embrace and she laid you back on your bed. 

“Sleep tight, маленький.”

•──────✧✦✧──────•

[diaryofanangryasianguy]

The fact that non-Asians would rather argue over semantics of what the virus should be called than to address the blatant elephant in the room of Asians being targeted in hate crimes shows that they don't care about us, our wellbeing, and our safety at all.

For reals lol

And yesterday, there was a hashtag trending on twitter about racism against Asian people and it was just full of non Asians being racist to Asian folks lol. Like I’ll never understand why Asian folks try to hard to play the good ally for others when those same others are the ones being racist to us and would never want us as allies anyway.

I ain’t gonna like tho I hate how a lot of Asian people (especially those in leftist, liberal, or progressive circles) would rather look outside for help than look inside. They’d rather crawl on their hands and knees asking for help from others who wouldn’t give a shit of help but ignore everybody in their own communities that are ready and willing to help. That’s shameful man.

Like I’d rather be united with other Asian folks than non Asians any day. We should be striving to be allies with each other because there’s a whole bunch of different groups, cultures, languages, histories, and experiences to learn from, many that are similar and different. Especially when it comes to a situation like this, we only got each other tbh.

Y’all seen the videos of our so called “allies” being racist, beating, and stabbing our folks. Don’t act like y’all haven’t seen them lol. And it’s pathetic how some Asian folks will go lengths to defend all these racists but won’t say shit about the racism our folks are getting. Absolutely fucking pathetic.

Angry Asian Guy

[discoursecatharsis]

I don't know if you've talked about something like this, but how can I get out of a friend circle that has "fanpol" mindset? There are friends in the circle that I think are also scared to share any opinion mainly because of one or two people and I'll miss them if I end up ghosting this group to restart but as an artist I'm so afraid of the one person ruining my socialmedia career forever if I say bad thing .. You don't have to answer this ask specifically but I'd love if you talk on this topic

Text of asks

(same artist advice anon I ran out of space) I not only don't want to lose my handful of friends in the circle if I just disappear I have a follower base I've worked to build over the years-not huge but I wouldn't want to lose them all the same. I even agree with some things of the fanpol person's arguements- mostly that I'm uncomfortable with most of the same things they're uncomfortable with but the difference comes to harassment, they 100% condone it even over years old mistakes (2/?)

and I would never condone harassing (3/3) someone over anime ships or art- and I can't believe that's seen as an evil opinion by these types of people. I'm sorry for unloading all of this in your inbox I'm just afraid of this mindset and never had an online person to vent it to with no fear of it hurting me somehow. They make me afraid of being "old" and not being "allowed" to draw anything fandom related in general, sfw or nsfw, and I'm only just entering university..

That’s a tough situation and first I’m gonna direct you to the #SupportExAntis hashtag on twitter. People who have left that mindset are telling their stories, and you can reach out to them for some advice from someone who’s been in your shoes.

My advice: if you feel comfortable bringing it up with your friends you suspect may also be scared to share their opinions... bring it up to them. Just kind of mention it discreetly, test the waters, see how they feel. Y’all may all be feeling the same but everyone is too scared to say something. Then you’d have each other for support against the other one or two people.

But really, please look at that hashtag! Here are a few of the ex-anti accounts I’ve been following, search their tweets or send them a DM if they have DMs open

https://twitter.com/skyshaymins

https://twitter.com/Exfellow

https://twitter.com/diskhorsing

Edit to address your parts 2 and 3 because I hit publish too early:

I understand you’re scared to lose your follow base, but there are so many pro-shippers who will support you too! 

And again, there may be other people who are quietly feeling the same as you, that they are uncomfortable with certain stuff but just don’t condone the harassment and are also too scared to say something. You’re not alone in this, and it may be scary at first, but people WILL support you! If something happens, you can DM me and I’ll support you. If you don’t want me to be public about it, I’ll tell just my friend group and we’ll support you and boost you back up.

And please don’t feel like you’re too old, oh my goodness, barely entering uni is so young. These are the best times to enjoy fandom, when you start working and have your own income to buy stuff. The best years are still to come. You are allowed to draw whatever you want and enjoy fandom however you want!

[unofficialkfamtranscripts]

King Falls AM - Episode Three: Catch And Release

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Summary: June 1, 2015 - Sammy & Ben are live at Lake Hatchenhaw for the 55th Annual King Falls Bass Tournament with special guest Mayor Grisham.

[Podcast intro music]

[Banjo music]

Randy McMullet [heavy southern accent] Howdy y’all! It’s Randy McMullet from McMullet’s International Palace of Snake Skin Boots and I’m here to tell you we got some slithery savings this weekend! So much savings you’ll have a hissy fit! We’re not holdin’ anything back ‘cause it’s that time of year again! It’s our annual Snake Skin Blowout! I’m talkin’ ‘bout rattlesnake, copperhead, viper, black mamba, and boa constrictor. We got big snake boots at baby snake prices! Ya better hurry though before our inventory is extinct! So come on down to McMullet’s International Palace of Snake Skin Boots! We’ll be there from sun up to sun down this Saturday and Sunday at the corner of Route 72 and ol’ Bombin’ Range Road! McMullet’s International Palace of Snake Skin Boots! Where we fill your boots, with savin’s!

[Banjo music fades out]

[KFAM rock intro music]

Sammy Good morning! You’re listening to King Falls AM, that’s 660 on the radio dial. It’s twelve minutes to six and a beautiful 67 degrees out here at Lake Hatchenhaw.

Ben We are mere minutes away from the starter pistol going off signaling the beginning of the 55th annual King Falls Bass Tournament.

Sammy Ben! I couldn’t have said that better myself, you’re a natural!

Ben [“aw shucks”] Whatever, Sammy.

Sammy But you heard it, kids! The tournament’s about to get under way, but the festivities will be happening all day today. Be sure to swing on by the King Falls AM booth, pick up a bumper sticker, say hi to your favorite personalities, that sort of thing.

Ben And, of course, don’t forget to tweet us your pics today @KingFallsAM or Instagram us with the hashtag kingfalls, and we will repost those bad boys.

Sammy Absolutely, Ben. But just because this show is winding down, doesn’t mean we’re going to sleep on you! We’ve got a guest!

Ben We’re here with Ron Begley, of Begley’s Bait and Tackle. Sponsor of today’s outing.

[note: Ron’s voice can generally be described as “gruff”, any descriptors in transcription are more-so]

Ron [gruffly] Watch it, Ben. Outing is a big word. This is a gathering. 

Sammy Hey, nice to meet ya, Ron!

Ron [sweetly] Nice meetin’ you too, Sammy! And always good to see you, Ben.

Sammy Now, Ron. For all the listeners on the fence about making their way down to the Tourney today, what would you tell ‘em to change their minds?

Ron Ah hell, if they aren’t here now, they ain’t coming.

Ben Metaphorically though—

Ron [harshly] Don’t use ten dollar words when a five dollar word will suffice, Ben. If the lazy bastards aren’t up an’ at em and waiting on Mayor Grisham to fire that pistol, then there ain’t no convincing them otherwise.

Sammy Well, you know what- We’ve got quite the turn out here it seems, so uh, maybe everybody made it down?

Ron [aggressively] I’ll give you fifty damn bucks if you show me Shell Snyder’s fat ass at this lake right now!

Ben Uhhh, I’m sure-

Ron I saw that lazy son of a bitch at the town hidey-hole last night, and I know he hasn’t drug his carcass outta bed.

Sammy Hidey-hole?

Ben Don’t ask.

Ron You want something that’ll put some asses in the seats? I’ll give you somethin’ and this one’s for free. Today we got the fishing tournament, we got the bouncy house for the kiddies, we got that weird food truck that nobody ever eats at but it still shows up to all the King Falls events,

Ben Aaand?

Ron [teasing] And you know where I’m going, Ben. And just last week out by the sunken pontoon boats… We had a sighting!

Ben By the BOATS? That is so close.

Sammy Alright guys. You got me. What did we see?

Ben Sammy—

Ron Why, the Lake Hatchenhaw monster, Sammy!

Sammy Monster.

Ron Why the hell didn’t you Wikipedia-Google-book this town before you moved your sweet ass to it?! Everybody in creation knows about the Lake Hatchenhaw monster!

Sammy Alright, *chuckles* I’m sorry. Uhhh, I don’t mean to be rude, Ron, but you’re talking about your own version of the Loch—

Ron Don’t. Say it. Don’t even think it! That fake sh[bleep]show of a lake monster has nothin’ on Kingsie.

Ben You’ll have to pardon Sammy. He doesn’t believe in the extra-ordinary.

Ron [softly for Ron] What a sad life you must live, Samuel.

Ben So, Ron. This will be the fifth sighting this year, is that correct?

Ron [happy/proud] Fifth this year! She’s been a busy one. Since I took over this shop from my dad, I don’t know that we ever got Kingsie more than twice a year.

Sammy Well, ya heard it here ladies and gents. Uh, If tournament, the bouncy house, and the weird food truck don’t get you down— Kingsie will.

Ron That’s the spirit!

Sammy *chuckles* Okay, about the tournament, Ron. What exactly is on the line here? Wha-Whats the prize today?

Ron Same as every year, Sammy! Brand new bass boat with all the fixin’s and a 500 dollar check from the King Falls Chamber of Commerce.

Sammy That is a hell of a prize! I might just put the mic down and have a go myself, guys!

Ron More than welcome! [gruffly] But you better bring Ben along so you don’t end up as a “fictional lake monster”’s din-din.

Ben *sighs* I’d love to be out on that lake today! Nothing like it!

Sammy Ron Begley, everyone. Uh, Ron, thanks for dropping by and adding some color to the end of our broadcast today!

Ron [quiet and angry] Is that a gay joke, Sammy?

Sammy Uh, I-I’m sorry, what?

Ben Ron, not. At all.

Ron [threateningly] I’m not going to come on this show, and have you talkin’ trash. I’m the only soul brave enough in this town to own my identity and I’m not going to take any flack about it—

Sammy Ron. Ron. No harm was intended. I-I didn’t even know.

Ron [angry, almost shouting] Well now you do so watch your mouth! I like f[bleep]in’ and I like fightin’ and I’m completely sure you don’t want any part of either!

Sammy I-I Ron. *nervous laugh* I mean—

Ron [pleasantly] I’m just jerkin’ your chain, Sammy! Keep up the good work, guys!

Ben *Laughing loudly* Oh, you should see your face!

Sammy Thanks, Ben. Uh—

Some Guy *Slurred* Heyy Ben! What up duuude?

Ben Heyy, uh, Matt! Uhhh. We’re-we’re kinda live here, buddy.

Matt Riiight on! … maintain brah…

Ben Sorry.

Sammy Oh, no worries, bro.

Ben Uh, uh- alright folks! You’ll never believe who we’ve got heading this way! The man of the hour, the man with all the power… Mayor Grisham.

Sammy Mayor Grisham. Thanks so much for taking some time out to talk with us today!

Mayor Grisham Oh, I’ve been wanting to! Believe me. But you boys are on so darn early! I just can’t drag myself out of the bed.

Sammy Understandable.

Mayor Grisham However, my assistant, Riley, transcribes every show for me. Seems like you’re doing a great job. The both of you.

Ben Oh! Thanks so much, Mayor Grisham!

Mayor Grisham You got it, Ben! Hey, how’s your mom doing these days?

Ben Great! She’ll be thrilled that you mentioned her!

Mayor Grisham Least I can do.

Sammy Now, Mayor Grisham, you’re joining us today because in just a few short minutes we’re gonna be kicking off the 55th annual King Falls Bass Tournament—

Mayor Grisham Absolutely! It’s one of the perks of the job that makes it all worthwhile. I mean, who could turn down a beautiful morning on the lake, with all the people of King Falls?

Sammy So, do you ever partake in the tournament yourself?

Mayor Grisham *chuckles* I wouldn’t want to put the King Falls residents to shame! I’m quite an avid outdoorsman.

Sammy Well, it’s nice of you to give everybody a sporting chance.

Mayor Grisham Oh yeah.

Sammy Now, before we let you go- and believe me I hate to break down the mood —

Mayor Grisham Then don’t.

Sammy Oh, *chuckles nervously* well I-I was just gonna ask if you had heard any recent news regarding…

Mayor Grisham Sammy. Another time and another place.

Sammy Well, Mayor Grisham. [floundering] We here, we—

Mayor Grisham That’s all at this time. Thanks for having me. Have your people call Riley and we’ll schedule something soon, Sam.

Sammy [confused and irritated] Heh… Okaay?

Ben What is he- he- can’t- we’re supposed to be here for another three minutes, Sammy.

Sammy *unamused laugh* It’s fine, Ben, uh- it’s not your fault.

Ben Well, no. You ran him off, *scoffs* [growing frantic] buuut he was supposed to stay with us until we went live! with the opening ceremonies!

Sammy Hey, hey. It’s okay.

Ben [worked up] I’m going to fix this. Uh- I got it!

Sammy Ben-Be- Well. That was Ben just leaving in a full sprint, kids. Uh, seems it’s just you and me now, uh, and the mayor’s assistant, recording our every word.

Voice in distance Shotgun Sammy!

Sammy *groans* Okay, so we’re about four minutes away from the top of the hour, and the tournament getting started. Uh, we’d like to wish all the participants today the best of luck, break legs, uh, you know catch fish, wh-what have you. Uh, watch out for Kingsie, obviousl—

Ben I got it! I got it! I’m back!

Sammy Oh, Ben’s back ladies and gents! And he has a friend!

Ben Sammy, King Falls, this is Mr. Herschel Baumgartner. Winner of last year’s tournament! How you doing today, Mr. Baumgartner?

Herschel Good, Benny. Real good. Just ready to get my spot and giveitago this year. Uh, you know it’s about to start, right boys?

Sammy So, Herschel, you won the actual tournament last year, is that correct?

Herschel Oh, you bet I did! Won it back in ‘92, and ‘89 as well. But don’t go askin’ for tips now, son. Now if you excuse me—

Sammy Oh wow! So you are a three time winner of the King Falls Bass Tournament lookin’ for big number four this morning!

Herschel [sarcastic] Huh, Big City can count. We’re T-minus three minutes here, boys. If you don’t have anything pressing…

Ben Uh, for the listeners, Mr. Baumgartner, wha-what would you say is, is, is, the-the most important part—

Herschel [suspiciously] Who put you up to this? Was it Cecil? [grumbling] Amateur, usurpin’ so-and-so-

Ben No! We-we just needed to fill some time.*nervous laugh*

Herschel You’re going to pull me out of my boat to fill time? You are a DUMB son of a b[bleep]!

Sammy [warning] Hey now!

Herschel Don’t you dad-voice me, son. I’ll put a boot rrright up your ass, just like I did those Krauts[1] back in WWII! [said “dubya-dubya two”]

Sammy [harshly] You know what? Great talking to you Herschel.

Herschel [grumbling] New-fangled radio bums, looking for a hand-out. I ain’t givin’ ya no tips! No spots, no tricks o’ the trade! How I flick my wrist [fades out as he walks away]

[woman screams in bg]

Ben Was… that a scream?

Sammy [laughing dismissively] I’m sure it was just someone seeing Mr. Baumgartner’s lovely personality.

Ben I think something might be up, Sammy. Seriously.

Sammy Uh, ladies and gentlemen, as always, we thank you for tuning in with us here at King Falls AM. We’re about to go live with the opening ceremonies at the 55th annual-

[another, longer scream. Someone in the bg yells “There’s a body in the lake!” followed by sounds of an agitated crowd and a lot of people screaming]

Sammy Folks, stay with us! It seems that a body has just surfaced here at Lake Hatchenhaw! Come on, Ben!

Ben [incredulously] We’re going there?

Sammy Cronkite. Brokaw. Ben Arnold.

Ben *huffs* Right.

[Deputy Troy yells incomprehensibly through a megaphone.]

Ben-at-a-distance Tweet us!

[screaming continues]

Sammy Alright, we’re on the dock. [aside] if we could just push past— There’s the mayor! Right there!

Deputy Troy [through a megaphone] Everybody please stay calm!

Ben [quiet,worried] What if it’s Tim?

Sammy Mayor Grisham! Can you confirm that there is a body here—

Deputy Troy [still through the megaphone] Sorry boys. I don’t want to, but the Mayor’s going to cut—

[audio cuts to static]

[KFAM outtro]

[CREDITS]

References

[1] Kraut - a derogatory term for a German, especially a German soldier, during WWI and WWII

[memory-mortis]

Hey everyone!

So I’ve finally started writing fics again! However, I don’t think I will be returning to Joker or any Phoenix’s characters anymore. It seems that I’ve moved on since then, I no longer have a passion for him, although it was so much fun to write for him. Like seriously, if it weren’t for Joker, I wouldn’t have started writing again like I used to before high school.

With that said, I would love to thank you all for accepting me into this gorgeous fandom. Honestly, I have never joined such a loving and accepting fandom. You’re all great. Keep being you. <3 I also thank you for reading my fanfics and supporting me. It has helped me come out of my shell and be proud of my work for once. I’m thankful for each smile, comment or heart. Y’all made my serotonin levels go sicko mode (old meme I know I’m sorry)

I will move on to JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures, as it’s my newest obsession. Feel free to unfollow me, I’ll understand, if you want to stay and read more of my hot garbage, you can do just that as well. I won’t be deleting any of my old works, you can still find those under the Joker or Joaquin Phoenix hashtags.

See you later alligator!

[singt0mecalum]

singt0mecalum 1k celebration

HELLO HELLO TO ALL MY LOVELY PEEPS!

I’m finally getting around to celebrating the fact that one 1000 of y’all beautiful humans actually want to follow me (now 1100 bc i’m shit and bad about procrastinating). I LOVE YOU ALL SO BIG! I DONT THINK YALL UNDERSTAND!

So in honor of reaching 1k followers, I’m going to be doing my first ever au day/night/however long it takes me to get through them with…*Drum roll please!*

Surgeon/Doctor/Nurse!SOS!!!

So, Come talk to me about Medical!SOS!

I will be answering and writing for ALL FOUR boys!

We can talk fluff, smut, angst.

It can be a concept, a head cannon, a drabble, whatever you want (within reason ofc).

Hell if you really wanted, we could storyboard this shit and turn it into a fic. Idk lets go wild.

All I ask of you is that:

You reblog this to spread the word

A follow isn’t necessary but I wouldn’t be opposed if you did

Send in what you had in mind and with what boy

Also send me a blog suggestion! I want to follow more of you beauties!!

I will start accepting asks NOW! And the au span of time will start on Thursday afternoon (6/20). I will stop accepting asks on Friday at 8pm US CST. (mainly bc that’s what time i have to be at work lol).

SO LETS GO CRAZY. COME AT ME YALL.

i will be hashtagging all posts with #hanhits1k

Also, side note, @asht0ns-world and I will be doing a group chat in celebration of us both hitting 1k at the same time so keep an eye out for that post!

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

GIF Drabble

Characters: Sebastian Stan X You

Summary: You were being protective over a GIF where Sebastian was seen crying and sniffling for a show.

Warnings: Floof, floof and more floofyness. Just pure fluff with a mischievous Y/N, Oh! And the word bitch. Nothing too hurtful though. 😅

Words: 1075 words.

A/N: These types of GIF drabbles are mostly going to be this short. But, I hope y'all will love it! Is this even considered short? 😅😂 anyway, I honestly become sad whenever I see Sebastian crying or what. I just can’t stand seeing him cry. It makes me want to hug him so tight and keep him inside my potato sack. 😭 ❤ Anyway, I might have wrong grammars..because english isn’t my mother tongue. I hope y'all will understand if ever you read grammar errors or such.

***

“Something…wrong, dragă?” Sebastian wondered, dropping his phone beside him, You obviously distracted him from replying to his fans via Instagram.

If it wasn’t for the GIF you’ve seen in Tumblr, you wouldn’t get all mushy and glum. That certain GIF was new to you, and it was the first time you’ve seen it after months of usage. The hashtags said it was from the show named Kings, and that was probably the reason why you’ve never seen the GIF, it’s because you’ve never watched the show, but you planned on doing soon.

The GIF left you in a gloomy mood, suddenly attacking Sebastian in the middle of the sofa who was completely focused on replying to his fans. Now, you ended up cuddling his head that was now on your chest as you knelt on the sofa next to him like a weirdo. Patting his dark, soft, thick hair like a mother does to her child.

“My baby, my soft Romanian plum,” You singsonged more to yourself, tagging on Sebastian’s soft locks which emitted a soft moan from him. “You’re acting so weird..and sweet,” He pondered, his curious, mesmerizing baby blues gazing up at you. “Not that i’m complaining because I swear to God, I love it every time you do this..”

Sebastian began leaning his weight on you more, and you began to sit on the sofa like a normal person, but now with a cuddly Sebastian laying his head on your chest..The moment you had your back on the sofa, your cuddly Romanian boyfriend encircled his thewy arms around you, making himself more comfortable in your sweet embrace..

“Whoever hurts you gets to feel my wrath,” You sternly uttered, brows in a twist and a pout evident on your face as you remembered how his tears fell on his cheeks, imagining how he sounded when he sniffled on that short GIF video. You felt Sebastian hum in bafflement, “Hmm?” his eyes were still closed, appreciating how you were gently scratching his scalp. “What makes you say that?” He paused, “Why do you sound so mad…sad…and bothered?”

You were now caressing his broad, muscly back. Feeling the tense muscles go calm once your fingers rubbed feathery caresses. “I don’t want you crying in TV shows, Sebastian! It makes me cry! It makes me sad!”

“That’s all for show, Y/N.. I don’t know whether or not I should feel glad that my acting affects people like this?”

“It’s because I love you! Your fans love you and seeing you weep like that makes our heart hurrrrtt..” You dramatically whimpered, hugging Sebastian so tight against you and you felt him hug you tighter, his head now off your chest. Gorgeous blue eyes affectionately boring into yours, and you felt your heart melt every time he stares at you like that.

“I love you too,” His eyes went straight to your pouty ones, and he didn’t hesitate to lean in, giving you one sweet peck before he nuzzled his nose with yours. “Now, please stop being sad over some muted video–”

“It’s called a GIF, Grandpa.” You playfully corrected.

Sebastian gave you the stink eye, “Over some G..I..F that–”

You briskly bopped his pointy nose with yours, “Booped your nose!” and laughed when he made a groan and chuckled too. “It’s not just any GIF, alright? If I was an actress and you see a GIF of me crying–wait..no.” You corrected with a frolic wiggle of your eyebrows. “–Imagine if I was weeping and sniffling.. Aren’t you going to feel sad too?”

Sebastian paused for a second to think, eyes narrowed and still on you. “Of course, I would. I hate seeing you in tears,” You quickly thought of a naughty plan. Impishly bringing your lower lip out in a pout as you widened your eyes and tried not to blink so your eyes could hurt until you could shed tears. “I’m gonna cry,” Y/N mischievously declared. Eyes all wide as you stare at him. Sebastian shook his head in disapproval, shoving his hand in your face to make you stop doing that weird expression. “Stop doing that!” He giggled, his laugh sounding so adorable. It was music to your ears, angel-like music.

“Aren’t we so perfect for each other, Sebby?” You held his hand out of your face to tease him.

He grinned, blue eyes twinkling like stars in the night. “Why yes, yes we are.”

Blink. blink. blink. You rapidly blinked, feeling how dry your eyes got. “My eyes hurt!”

“Oh, God. Cry me a river, Y/N.”

“Don’t make me do it,” You glared at Sebastian with reddish eyes, emitting a small sniff. Your Romanian boyfriend awed and tenderly took your face in his large hands, leaning down to kiss both of your eyelids. His warm lips touched your right eyelid, “I,” then the other. “won’t,” and lastly was your forehead, his kisses was giving you warmth making you feel all tingly inside. “–ever dream of it,”

You felt your heart melt at his sweet ministrations, your scorching eyes finally going calm and free from irritation just because of his kisses. It was always your go to medicine. You should be the person cuddling him up right now because of that sad GIF you’ve seen, but the earth turned upside down and Sebastian ended up cuddling you instead. Karma was a bitch, alright. But today, she has been good bitch.

***

A/N: I know y’all probably saw this on @tatathekissypotato but I am her, okay? Lmao. This will now be my main account for my writing. NEW ACCOUNT! YEEHAW!

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[iampikachuhearmeroar]

i finally watched the video of Greta Thunberg addressing the UN climate summit yesterday afternoon, and had some thoughts. here they are lmao:

Greta Thunberg’s speech is fucking incredible. Greta Thunberg is a force to be reckoned with, and i’m 1000% behind her. she’s fucking incredible. this speech is so impassioned and heart-wrenching that i damn near cried my eyes out. the anger towards climate denial and also its non-addressing is palpable across the world, especially notable in the climate strikes just last fucking week.

i can’t believe that Greta’s just 16 and talking to the fucking UN. 16 year old me was nowhere brave enough to even do half of her English speeches in high school, let alone address a bunch of fucking world leaders at the UN. nor was she smart enough on the topic of climate change. hell, im pretty sure she fucking ignored it completely bc she was all “i’ll never be political because politics is bullshit!!!! so i don’t believe anything!!” if anything, she would’ve probably also made some stupid joke about being incinerated by the sun in the future (#youareultraviolet) or some dumb shit and leave it at just that (like yes i’ll admit i did this about a month ago now, but sometimes it’s just nice to make a joke when you remember you’re gonna die soon. i mean it’s like lol). bc she refused to engage in anything. “denial of everything is fun, so bring on the arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon bc nothing is real!” is also some dumb edgy bs 16yo me would’ve said to deflect talking on climate change or anything really. but current me? no sir. we need to talk about this.

but also. not Greta. Greta’s got the facts and she’s got the fucking nerve to stare down leaders for change. I don’t have that, but I now know that the world is in fucking peril. just look at drought stricken rural Australia. just fucking watch David Attenborough’s "Our Planet" netflix doco series, and witness walruses throwing themselves off land cliffs to enter the water... then dying as they hit the water.... bc there is no longer enough ice for them to stay at water level...... and fucking tell me that there IS NOT a problem with the climate. like y’all i fucking CRIED (😭) each time i watched that sequence during the Our Planet ep, and the movie about the filming of the Our Planet.

fucking tell me that i’m a “snowflake” or a “drone” or an “over-dramatic puppet” and yeah sure. whatever. but call Greta Thunberg any of those things and I will throw fucking hands. she is fucking RIGHTFULLY anxious and LIVID that people the who are in charge of the world are deliberately ignoring strategies to address climate change/global warming; and are instead still worshipping coal as the only power source. that’s even got me fucking pissed.

or how about back here in australia, where we’ve got fucking *sneers and cringes simultaneously* scomo/scummo who deliberately and infamously fucking took a piece of coal to parliament (no one’s forgotten, scott morrison). a man who is a prime minister that acts like an ACTUAL TEENAGER refusing to listen to their parents (or in this case, their neighbours.... and oh please hold the fucking irony pearls here) at the climate conference between australia and the pacific islands/Fiji just LAST MONTH. a so-called leader who told fundamentally told the leaders of Fiji and other countries to basically “fuck off and die anyway bc we love coal and gas and killing the environment!!! how dare YOU take OUR money to fix YOUR countries and the climate???” those leaders then understandably broke down into tears.... all bc our prime minister essentially told them to walk on water or drown; by letting their homes sink into the sea for some sweet black rock from the ground. and this is obvs all while we somehow wouldn’t die in the future bc “coal and gas!!!” which are the reasons for climate change anyway. like hmm thanks for the backwards thinking old scotty boi. to put it in bogan terms: you need an uppercut to the head, aye, ya fucking dumb dog cunt. so many thanks for caring about the youth, scomo! (oh wait, you fucking don't).

ANYWAY. yeah. I’m tired. we are all tired. but not Greta. she’s going for the fucking jugular and i CANNOT praise her enough. also, I for one (and obvs for many younger millennials and gen z people), say that I would very much like to live past my early 30s, because that’s when the world’s gonna fuckin implode it in the predictions.

I want my nephew to have a life. I want all my friends with kids, kids to have a life where they’re not living with a non-stop impending fucking doom of mass extinction over their heads. hell, I kinda don’t want to be hearing that now! thanks! I’m 24 next month. and i'm still fucking kicking and young! and now you tell me that i’m just MEANT to DIE™️ (☠️😵) in 12 years time bc some shitty politicians can’t stop making sweet backroom love deals to oil and coal execs?!?!?! who are still denying that we're going to die soon if we do nothing??? (like 12 years ain't really that long, yall). OH HOW FUCKING LOVELY!!!! like totally #dontwantobeanaussieidiotamiright???? bc that’s all the youths are good at apparently? creating and using hashtags???? and being good little baa baa black sheep??? no. not anymore. they’re out for your blood. and by fucking anything, we fucking deserve it.

go fucking get them Greta! you truly are a leader and a more of an adult than most world leaders are right now.

[incarnateirony]

“Stay in your lane.”

What fucking lane? This shit is a vat of crazy.

I literally just tried to map this shit out. It’s not exactly 100% scientific but.

Look I was just fucking around on paint so it’s not pretty, but if anybody seriously wants to do something similar now that you have ways to wrap your braincase around it, go all out.

I’d add that anyone within the TFW positive line can be a multishipper and may or may not also ship Destiel, but people hanging in that breakout bubble do adopt the anti rhetoric as mentioned and sort of want All Ships Treated Identically. For reasons that we’ll pretend basically have to do with being pulled into its orbit of dialogue without realizing it. Some “non shipper” zones might also have multi shippers sprinkled in there, but the shamey narrative seems to vanish once outside of the Wincest sphere.

But my point is, fam, this place is an entire warehouse full of landmines with overlapping vectors even within your own friend group. For example,

I would be in the “Sam Knew” zone:  I’m Sam centric, but trying to be about 10,000 miles removed from the Wincest and Tinhat sectors, which gives me a very small playing area in reality. But oddly it’s one of the more center ground areas on the grid. True-Bibro adjacent before we start getting absorbed by the wanky Tinhat Zone. But in the Wayward and Destiel pool.

But because of my placement, I end up with, say, heavy overlap from the Cas sphere, and I tend to be one mutual over from “No Cas no care”. Or I’ll have strong Wayward fans as mutuals, which can put me one mutual out from CakeWoke. Or I have strong Dean focused Destiel Positive or shipping friends that put me one mutual out from extreme Dean fans.

There are no lanes, there’s just a crazy cobweb of spheres thrown into each other.

You’ll notice I pulled Sam’s sphere a little further out than the others, because of the push caused by the Tinhat Wincest vector, which makes it a little harder to float in the inclusive zone.

I’ll also leave a subnote that once you start entering single character stans outside of the TFW zone we start tilting into extreme sectors, but also some less EXTREME X FANS and the vicinity of actor fans which overlap back in.

I’ll also add a few prisms of Destiel feelings from what I gather in the lanes

Red being “generally positive and accepting”, white being “pretty solidly invested” and the other sphere labels already speaking for themselves.

I also had trouble mapping out where Cockles is since it seems to have saturated through a lot of non-anti areas almost at random. Like sure fam it’s mostly in the core Destiel aisles but I’ve seen it as far out as Wayward or any character branches or even just general TFW lanes.

Yes, this is largely anecdotal, but it’s not some “I had a few friends that said,” as much as “I’ve been watching dozens of thousands of people in this fandom for a long assed time and could probably name at least 5,000 accounts off the top of my head at this point” based on where I see them falling. Trying to make a color scaled chart like this manifest on a census would be fucking insanity.

But that one little super outlying sphere center-right is the one always telling itself that it rivals the center TFW positive or Destiel positive zones

And in reality this is more of what we see.

lmao tell me I’m wrong

Seriously though the “canon Destiel” is more of a crown of people that are there almost exclusively for it (hence being outside the TFW ring), whereas “people who see it strongly supported in canon but aren’t just here to grind on that alone” are more like in this egg

The adjacent zones are more “positive”, they don’t hate on shippers, enjoy the content, kinda-sorta see/understand but don’t feel it’s going anywhere but wouldn’t care if it did. You know the people. Pleasant Nonshippers that support people in the red egg.

Tell me I’m wrong while they brag up blocking 5,000-8,000 accounts and still manage to miss major Destiel fans like tink.

Update: people keep asking me for accessory things like “What about give Sam a Romance That Doesn’t Die”

Red: “Give Sam A-” casual. This can be Give Sam A Girlfriend, Give Sam a Dog, Give Sam a Velma, just GIVE SAM A *SOME FUCKING THING*

Black: Self explanatory

A FEW MORE CHART NOTES

I didn’t really give Jack a sphere because we don’t have a huge swath of JACK ONLIES, and he’s more dead center in the TFW zone, in a smaller ring, and can be shared across to almost any duo.

Lucifer/Pellegrino is sort of a free agent drifting around, a microcosm unto itself, with many external fandom influences I’m not gonna wank up this post with but can bubble into a few spheres on occasion.

I’ve not really seen, say, Rowena Onlies or Gabe Onlies beyond a fluke of each. If you’re fans of those, they tend to fall under the TFW sphere, as it’s also a general audience that loves most/everything sphere.

And even then most of these can be put into the chart.

Example: A Gabe fan that doesn’t like 99% of things, isn’t a Destiel fan, but is into Sabriel as a connection, be it platonic or romantic, would gravitate into Sam sphere, outside of TFW sphere

Regarding the absence of Megstiel: At the risk of pissing off that part of the fandom, I didn’t see it worth trying to vector into the chart. Some true Megstiel fans have even noticed and called out the number of people from the Tinhat Zone that come in and fake ship it just to cause horse shit. They would have a node, in the Cas zone, half in and half out of the TFW zone, likely settled largely in the same zone as “nonshipper Cas fans”. Rachel has a huge fanbase but Meg not so much considering how long she’s been gone and there’s really no way to reasonably vector that in. Once the faux shipping self-conflicting tinhats pretending to ship it get removed, it’s a small ship that mostly minds its own business aside from the ones that unknowingly bite the tinhat wank bait and feed into those narratives that have started to saturate it. Otherwise it would have to be sphered at both completely conflicting ends of the chart.

I mean. Y’all. Sabriel fandom is considered small and has over 11,000 fics on Ao3. Megstiel has 1,100. A viral Megstiel post gets maybe 100 notes. Like. This isn’t intended as shade, it’s just reality. A vector place outside of "half in Cas sphere, half in nonshipper Cas TFW sphere” as a blip is almost impossible once you remove the tinhats that argue points that simultaneously drags Megstiel.

Yes some people also multiship Megstiel too, but not many. That might ride closer to the Destiel line then, but it’s still very cas-line-centric.

Like let’s not try to play the game where everything is equal in volume just to make everybody feel better. If you have a few working brain cells, Destiel is the ship that’s freaking everywhere in this fandom whether you like it or not. Then the next biggest, which is still a fraction of performance on everything from presence, social trends, or fanfiction creation despite a many-year running head-start would be Wincest, then after that there’s a number of others, with shrinking presence much less expectation.

Those generally fall into bigger lanes. As Megstiel, or addressed various zones Sabriel might fall. Not all Sabriel is anti Destiel -- that was just an idea if someone was an outlier looking for where they fall. In fact, Destiel is the highest overlap hashtag with Sabriel when you pull Sabriel’s numbers. And so on. 

Being Destiel doesn’t mean you only want Destiel. Hell, as shown by the chart, there’s plenty of Wincest multishippers in multiple lanes. But trying to graph in everyone’s special snowflake bubbles would be insanity.

Generally my reason for doing this is that there’s always the “NOT ALL BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHH” argument and, no shit sherlock, we know. This isn’t a fandom of lanes. It’s a ridiculous vector overlap chart that probably would need to go 3D to catch a proper model of what’s really fucking going on.

[bemouldenblog]

5 Things I Should Do to Change My Life: A Noncomprehensive List

There are innumerable blogs that utilize the whole “[insert number] Things to Do In Order to [insert outcome that may not even result from the aforementioned number of things]” format. This overabundance of “list blogging” is why I write this blog with caution, but don’t worry! I am going to avoid telling you what to do all together.

Wait don’t stop reading! I have my reasons:

1. I’m no life coach. I can’t tell you how to get your life together. And that’s because: 

I have no certification to do so.

I don’t know your life.

My shit sure ain’t as together as I’d want it to be. (...but that might make me an expert, no? Below is “The Guide On What You Probably Shouldn’t Do.” Just kidding... ) 

2. I’m not gonna have y’all going out there trying these untested “things” and it not working! Y’all not finna get mad at me and accuse me of making it worse.

Hence, I have decided to try my best to frame this post (and those that are similar)  as “things I should do, and by all means, you all can join me at your own risk.” This list is not comprehensive of course. There are many things I could and will do to change my life, but these are the things I feel the Spirit leading me to focus on in this season of my life. So here goes…

1. Let things go...eventually...I mean...quicker.

A lot of people seem to find this idea incredibly feasible; however, the way my anxiety and my pet peeves are set up, I am not one of those people. “Things” will be held onto. “Things” will crawl up under my skin and overstay their welcome. Although, let’s not just talk about the negatives. I can also hold onto the glory days as if “it can’t get much better than this,” even when I know that it is best to move on. I’ve held onto things like relationships (platonic and romantic...or the ideas of them) and opportunities that have gone stale because of comfort or the fear of uncertainty. The time does come when “things” become burdens and hands become unable to receive the new, and if I don’t let go of that which is actually holding me back, I’ll never be able move forward.

2. Give myself time.

I am 27 years old. I’ve messed up. I’m not exactly where I want to be in life. I’ve wasted time. (“Life lessons aren’t wasted time.” A good portion of that time is filled with lessons. These lessons are much appreciated, but I’m sorry. Quite a bit of wasted time is in there…) I am grateful for the strides I’ve made and to still be alive to make the most of the time I have left, but in order to make the most of that time, I must forgive myself for the time that I have lost, even when I’ve lost time being hard on myself for time lost. That’s a lot of time, right?  Healing, growth, goals, and a whole slew  of other goodness take time. The work is necessary and worth it, but self-forgiveness and time are as well.

3. Treat myself the way I want to be treated.

Yes, I must treat others the way I want to be treated, but what about me, dammit? (If you don’t agree that self-care and pouring into one’s own cup is not selfish and is beneficial for us all, then click exit, please and thanks…) Do I lavish myself in kindness and compassion? Do I even know what that feels like? Sometimes I do, but consistency is everything. In my opinion, The Golden Rule is kind of insignificant if I don’t understand what it is like to be loved by me while also being grateful for it! If I’m showing others love without having first shown myself love, eventually something is going to go wrong. I want y’all to drink, but what y’all finna get from an empty cup?

4. Look in the mirror already expecting to see goodness, not expecting to see something to fix.

I once read that none of us really know what we actually look like because our self-image can be clouded by your irrational perceptions of ourselves (both positive and negative). I feel like most men (and probably most people) wouldn’t admit this, but my self image/body image is not all that great. One tendency I have when I look in the mirror is to focus right on all the things that are “not right”. I don’t necessarily want to view myself irrationally, but if I did, I’d much rather it lean towards the positive side (not like in a douchey way though). Occasionally, I’ll do “Body Scan” guided meditations. One of the main things that, we’ll say, Claire or Donald tells you to do is to “See yourself as you are. Just observe yourself, neither positively nor negatively.” I think Clair and Donald are onto something! There’s absolutely no reason for me to struggle with this. Well maybe except for the constant images of unrealistic body expectation and beauty standards (mostly Eurocentric) that we are exposed to everyday damn day. I know that I’m a fine piece of ass, because yall have said it (just kidding, but I see you lookin’); however, I don’t want to need the reassurance of others or the mirror to let me know this. I want it to already be in my beautiful heart.

5. Self-care for myself and make changes not because I hate what I see but because I love myself enough to do and be better.

Obviously this post falls under the self-care hashtag, and sometimes self-care can backfire. If rooted in shame,  it can easily become self-hate under the guise of self-care. I have caught myself self-caring as a way to avoid and overlook my imperfections, but they are there looking me dead in my face like “Really? You’re really gonna act like I’m not here, my dude?” I’m constantly learning that acknowledging the things that need change and the parts of me that need a little attention need to be handled with love and...you guessed it... actual care. Being gentle with myself can go a long way. I am capable of being and doing better, and I deserve it. I owe it to myself to put in the loving work.