#yeah it can and will just do this shit to fuck with everyone around it. surv and nightcat got real lucky w this one /j

[gumii-bearr]

Alt!Megumi who fucking hates you but has to tolerate you bc you’re Yuuji’s best friend. Yuuji drags both of you to a party and abandons you, leaving the two of you to get drunk off your asses and insult each other. Until Megumi starts getting handsy and leads you off to a room for a nice hate fuck 😇😇

YEEAASSS BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAA–

thinking about... ❝ hate sex ❞

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, alt!megumi, hate sex, rough sex, mirror sex, swearing, dirty talk, HELLO SAILOR–

author's note: u have awoken something in me i hope ur ready for my wrath, also i made them actually fucking hate each other it's so funny.

── alt!megumi who has hated your guts from the start.

── yuji was your best friend and was always bringing you around, and it always pissed megumi off because why exactly did you need to be involved in everything?

── you were a rude, insolent brat at the best of times, always had a snarky remark or a smart ass comment loaded in the chamber ready to fire when you could sense megumi was even slightly irritated by your presence.

── it became a thing. everyone knew you hated each other, always bickering and arguing over stupid shit.

── alt!megumi who is normally a very chill and somewhat anti-social guy. but you just bring out this hot-headed, unbridled anger in him. and you do it all with the flutter of your lashes and a cheeky fucking smile on your face.

── you always had something to say. like when yuji and nobara were taking forever to pick a snack at the convenience store down the road from your college campus:

── megumi was cranky, "jesus christ, just pick something, you're taking forever"

── "you'd know all about finishing fast, huh, fushiguro?"

── alt!megumi who simply put, cannot stand you. if looks could kill, you would be so dead. and you, who is equally bothered by him and his fake tough-guy persona and how he's always pretending to be this big scary guy who is just so unbothered by everything.

── except for you, since you always manage to wriggle under his skin and piss him off.

── or when yuji dragged you both along to a party, telling you two to "be nice" to each other then promptly ditched you because, well, he's yuji, a social butterfly who makes friends wherever he goes.

── alt!megumi who isn't a big drinker, but if he has to stay at this god forsaken party, he may as well drink.

── alt!megumi who is chatting up a girl when you appear, bumping shoulders with him drunkenly as you scare away whatever little piece he was talking to because you're you and you make his life difficult for your own enjoyment.

── "why don't you just fuck off?"

── "you'd miss me too much."

── the two of you becoming progressively more drunk at this house party, and the alcohol seems to thicken the sexual tension between you and megumi.

── you're the only person he knows here other than yuji and vice versa, the two of you unintentionally gravitating toward each other no matter how much you try to avoid one another.

── you, who is dancing and grinding up on some guy and megumi is standing by the stairs just fucking watching you and he's clenching his jaw and staring daggers at you because don't you have any fucking self-respect?

── and you're wearing the tiniest mini skirt he's ever seen and a low-cut top that your tits threaten to spill out of and the gawking of these useless frat guys is pissing him off.

── and when you bend over to pick up a drink off the table, megumi just loses it because he can see your lacy black panties and your plush ass from under your skirt.

── and alt!megumi who drags you upstairs and away from all the prying eyes and wandering hands by your arm before laying into you about your lack of self-respect.

── "you want everyone to think you're some fucking slut?"

── "yeah, but you were looking too, weren't you, fushiguro?"

── alt!megumi who just stares at you, absolutely seething before the tension between you two just fucking snaps and he slams you against the closest door, his mouth on yours in mere seconds.

── alt!megumi who's tattooed hands grab and knead at your hips and ass and your tits over your shirt.

── alt!megumi who pushes you into the closest bathroom, his hand squeezing your throat as he kisses you but it's not gentle, it's mean and it's hard.

── and you, who tugs at his hair and at his belt buckle because the two of you just need to fuck out whatever the hell your problem is.

── alt!megumi who is pulling your skirt over your ass and forcing your panties down your legs and you're fucking helping him because there's something seriously wrong with how much you want him to fuck you.

── alt!megumi who bends you over the bathroom sink and squeezes your heated cheeks together as he forces you to watch him fuck you.

── "always acting like a fucking slut."

── "you've wanted to fuck me so bad from the beginning. don't lie."

── alt!megumi who is thick and long and heavy, and his pace is fucking brutal. he's forcing noise after noise out of you as he forces your hips back onto his cock, your knees buckling as he basically holds your lower body up while you brace your hands against the counter.

── and the two of you hate how good it feels.

── hate how good he's fucking you, hate how soaked you are, hate how hard you've got him.

── you hate it all so much you fucking love it.

author's note: HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO MAKE THIS A FIC IM FERAL HELLO– help i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure like a rabid gorilla.

[thurisazsalail]

Do not share AI generated photos.

No, not even if you never wanted to buy anything, you just think it looks cute.

You are likely giving scammers a platform.

You don't like bots? You don't like scammers? Oh, see, that is 100% of what you get when you go around sharing these stupid posts on facebook and twitter.

But it was in some group you like??? Is it one that ANYONE can join? Yeah, either that's a fake bot profile, or it's someone's real profile that's been hijacked... or it STARTED that way, but now there's 10,000 shares thanks to people thinking it's just a cute photo.

Drives me insane that I am in very *few* groups, all of which have an anti-AI stance, and because post moderation is unpaid and takes so much, blatant AI crap gets through easily. Especially if it's shared from another similar fandom group.

No, your picture of grandma in the Darth Vader helmet is not just so freaking cool.

It is blatantly AI, which means:

1) it was made by stealing other people's private photos and artwork

2) it's literally ruining the environment RIGHT NOW because that server took a fucking swimming pool of clean water to cool it down while making that image (not to mention the fossil fuels it used for the enormous amount of power it drains)

3) you are giving a platform to someone who is looking to scam people by selling them the pattern for that amazing Darth Vader helmet.

There is nothing cool and cute about any of those things.

knock it the fuck off. tell your friends, your auntie, your dad, whoever, to knock it the fuck off.

they spent our childhoods going on about trojan horse viruses to infect our computers and steal our info and hijack our accounts and shit, and now everyone is like "Huh! A trojan horse for scammers, you say?! But they made a really cute picture of knitted kitty plushie! Let me help them immediately!"

Hey, if you do crafts (especially things like crochet, knitting, embroidery, etc), make sure to look up how to identify when a listing is AI generated. You do NOT want to waste money on an incredible looking kit or pattern that is physically impossible to make, especially if you're on sites like etsy hoping to support an actual artist.

[cod-indulgences]

heyaaa. idk if u js do 141 or not but I have (i guess) an extreme request for u…wanted to know if u could make a short fic or smth of a gangbang between reader, 141, and los vaqueros (js rudy and alejandro). it doesn’t rlly matter how it starts or not. thank you 🤍

Tf141 x Los Vaqueros x female!reader, gangbang, oral, facesitting, spanking, rimming, anal, breastplay, nippleplay, blowjobs, face fucking, tit fucking, squirting, come play, multiple orgasms

(read more under the cut because this shit got LONG)

Rudy has been at you all damn day- little touches making you aware of your body and his. His hand curling around the back of your neck for a kiss, more possessive as he licks into your mouth. Stepping behind you with his hands on your hips, drawing you back to feel his semi against your ass before he moves on. Dipping his hands up your shirt for a quick grope, tweaking your nipples, then backing away again. It's served only to wind you up- hes been hinting at some big surprise, but your only clues were Ale advising that you get some extra stretches this morning- and the way he stared between your legs when you pushed yourself into a full split.

They've pulled the couches closer together, fussing around with pillows like a couple of broody hens- when the door knocks they both smirk at you in a way that sends a thrill between your legs.

"Ready, cariño?" Rudy croons into your ear, when Alejandro answers the door.

You answer unsteadily, "ready for what?" as both hands come up your shirt this time, rucking up the fabric, and when four more men come in behind Alex you realize just what they've been working on. Rudy's hands on your tits, now fully visible with your shirt pushed up and his strong arms holding you still, so that everyone can see the way your hard nipples, the flush down your chest.

Price comes forward first, and when you nod and smile, takes one of your breasts into his own hand and squeezes, watching your face as his grip gets tighter until you wince and squirm. His fingers leave red marks when he lets go, your tit bouncing at the sudden lack of support, and suddenly you're surrounded- Rudy at your back, grinding into your ass, Ale and Price in front of you, taking turns passing your breasts back and forth between their hands. Soap and Ghost are at either side, and you can feel their own fingers gently tracing up your thighs, petting the soft skin and teasing around the edge of your shorts.

Gaz slides in against your back with Rudy, and he's the one who first kisses you, soft lips against your throat, cheek, and finally finding your mouth, swallowing the little moan that slips past your lips. You're caught in a web of hands and hard bodies, feeling their cocks fill up against you as you're quickly stripped of your clothes. When the fabric of your panties pulls away with a little damp cling you hear someone swear. Soap actually smells them, the perv, holding the gusset against his nose and inhaling like a dying man, his hand on his cock.

"fucking delicious," he groans, and yanks your hips forward. "I call dibs on eating her first- c'mon bonnie, on the couch, you're sitting on my face-"

Ale sucks a hickey on your neck as he sets you up kneeling over Soap, and the Scotsman wastes no time- he yanks your hips down and licks a fat wet stripe up the seam of your pussy, and you moan with a sudden slick rush when he starts sucking at your lips, tongue flicking against your clit and then shoving into your hole. He's damn good, too fucking good, and you know you can't hold out long against him- not when the task force are still playing with your breasts, slapping so that the flesh bounces before taking your nipples into tight pinches, making you squirm and bounce on Soap's face from the stimulation.

Ghost pats your head and chuckles. "Yeah, he's good with his tongue," and pulls his cock out, fat and dripping a little pearly fluid at the tip. "Show me yours love, c'mon," and he guides your head down to suck his cock, licking up the precome before taking the head into your mouth, working your way down his shaft. Every time Soap sucks your clit, you twitch and moan, and Ghost's grip in your hair tightens.

Someone moves you- Rudy?- and you're suddenly leaning forward, Ghost shuffling back to keep your mouth on him, and you settle into a new position, your thighs more spread and ass exposed.

Ale kisses your ass, murmuring sweet lovings, and then suddenly pulls back and spanks you. You yelp, muffled from the cock still in your mouth, and then moan helplessly when Soap catches your clit again and sucks hard. He spanks you again, the other cheek, and Soap sucks at the same time, and Ghost thrusts in a little more- and oh, now it's just sensation, hot tongues and strong hands and a thick wet cock to swallow around, your ass burning under each slap until Soap sucks one more time and you clench and quiver, Ghosts cock slipping from your mouth as you cum, gushing creamy slick from your pussy.

Soap moans and you feel his arm jerking under you where he's stroking himself, rubbing his face against your flesh as if to cover himself in as much of your fluids as possible. His stubble scratches deliciously where you're hot and sensitive, and an aftershock leaves you whining. You feel soft and dumb, malleable around these men, something to be kept caged between them.

And then Gaz's tongue slides into your ass, licking your own cum from around your pussy and using it to drive in further, wet and slick, and you about come off the couch in surprise, yelping and then moaning at the wriggling wet intrusion. Price braces you in place, his own cock rubbing against your cheek as he grips your hair. "Steady there, just let the lad play," he says, and Gaz redoubles his efforts, slurping at your ass, letting his own drool gather and drip down where it mixes with your cum, leaving more wet streaks on Soap's face. Two sets of fingers slide into you at the same time, in both holes, and when your mouth drops open on a moan Price slides his cock into you.

He's rougher than Ghost was, his cock heavier, moving your face where he wants it and driving in. You can hear your own choking noises over the wet slap of his balls against your chin and manage to look up at him with teary eyes. "There's my girl," and he swipes his thumb across your cheek, collecting tears, offered to Ghost to suck off his thumb- oh, you clench hard seeing that, and hear Gaz and Soap groan together as they feel it.

"fuck, and you two were keeping her all to yourselves?" Gaz pants, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop, and you feel the pressure of his cock to your ass even as Soap begins to suck again. Your clit feels hard in his mouth, rolling between his lips and bouncing on his tongue, and you can't hold back the keening cry as Gaz slides his cock into you, one steady push that sets his balls against your cunt and Soaps chin, burning hot and so full inside you.

Price and Gaz set a fast rhythm, pushing you forward from the cock in your ass, pulling you back again to breathe around Price before he fucks your face again. Soap is still playing with your clit, his tongue licking around your pussy and even against Gaz's balls when he bottoms out, making the other man moan where he leans over your back. Through your tears you can see the blurry shapes of Ale and Rudy entwined on the other couch, their hands on each other's cocks as they watch you get fucked into a second orgasm, Price shoving his cock into your throat as Gaz swears and grips your hips, his own stuttering into an orgasm of his own as your ass clenches and squeezes his cock. You hear a wet choking sound and through the pleasure haze recognize Soap is coming as well, furiously jerking his cock, choking and gasping for breath through the fresh flood of slick that coats his face.

Price pops his cock from your mouth and slaps your cheek with it, drool and precome hanging in thick strings from the head and your lips. Gaz pulls out as well, collapsing back against the arm of the couch, and you don't resist at all when Ghost lifts up under your arms and moves you off Soap to instead kneel on the floor. There's a cushion under your knees, you realize, and then lose yourself in the taste and scent as Price and Ghost pass you between them. Ghost is easy, slow, gentle almost as he rubs the leaking head of his cock over your tongue, his fingers petting your hair and tilting your head to the best angle, letting you suckle and leave the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock. He uses you alongside his fist, jacking his cock as he presses your face to his balls, moaning when you suck them, rubbing your lips over the soft hair and delicate skin.

Price is harsher- harder- he grips your hair and fucks deep into your mouth, popping the head of his cock into your throat just long enough to feel you choke before pulling back, letting the wet sounds fill the air between your moans and whines. He loves it when you look up at him with teary wet eyes, begging without words, and he holds you all the way down when he comes, your nose pressed into his groin, a reflexive clutch of your throat around his cock milking his come out of him. When he pushes you back and you gasp for breath, the last ropes of come stripe your face, dripping over your gaping lips, down to your breasts. Ghost pushes back into your mouth, laying the head of his cock onto your tongue while you pant, blinking up at him blearily though the tears and come clinging to your eyelashes.

"there love, hold still for me- perfect, so good, letting us just use this pretty mouth," he grunts, and jerks himself off onto your tongue, thick and salty. "Dont- no, don't swallow, hold that for me now," Ghost orders, and you moan and feel another heady rush between your legs as you hold your mouth open, showing off the puddle of his come, Price's still streaked over your face and tits, Gaz's leaking out of your ass with every little muscle clench. You feel whoreish and degraded, stripped down to basic functions, covered in the come of three men and your own still wet and gleaming on the face of a fourth.

Ale reaches out from his seat, taking your chin in his hand, drawing you over as Ghost and Price stagger to Soap and Gaz, all four men boneless and satisfied, but still watching you with interest as you shuffle on your knees to your vaqueros. Both Ale and Rudy lean down to kiss you, licking the come from your cheeks and lips, and you whine in sudden desperation for more of their touch. Rudy gets his hands back on your breasts and tugs your nipples, reigniting the nerves that had been teased before. He smears the come on them as well, groping you as Ale licks into your mouth, drawing Ghosts come out on his tongue before feeding it to Rudy in a deep lush kiss.

Ale coos at you when he looks down and sees your eyes full of new tears, gone past being able to use words with your wrecked throat and melted brain, but you're so fucking desperate- Rudy is still playing with your nipples and each touch sends a throb to your clit, and into your aching pussy. You want their cocks, want to be filled up so badly, and you've had your ass and throat fucked but only fingers in your cunt. It's devastating in a simple animal way, and you feel like a cat in heat, ready to present your hole for filling by anyone who will give you a cock.

"Here, sweet thing, come on up," Ale says, and pats his knees, helping you up off your own rubbery legs and into his lap. You are wet down your thighs, and Ale doesn't even try and check you with his fingers- instead he lifts you up and then brings you down, a single smooth movement that takes you from empty to full in a second.

You find your words again.

"oh, thank you, thank you, please keep fucking me, Ale, fuck so good so big so full-" you babble, and Alejandro grips the soft flesh around your hips and begins to slam you down onto his cock, forcing your sloppy wet cunt to slap against his groin, a squeal coming past your lips as your clit, sore from Soap's attention, rubs against his pubic hair each time he bottoms out.

You're coming almost before you realize it, screaming as your thighs shake and cunt squeezes Ale so tightly he swears and has to hold you in place to keep from being pushed out. You moan and limply collapse against his shoulder, panting and shuddering. Your whole body tingles, and as your breathing steadies you can hear more moaning, wet sex sounds, and as Rudy and Ale lift you up off his cock you see the task force. Gaz and Price are pressed against each other, making out as both men tug and play with the others cock, and Gaz leans over and swipes his fingers through your slick, puffy pussy lips (he catches your clit and your thighs spasm) before bringing them back to Price's cock, stroking the older man with renewed speed. Ghost is sprawled with his thighs open, holding Soap's wrists together in the small of his back as he drives his cock up into the smaller man's mouth, slow and deep.

Ale lays you on your back on the floor, spreading your thighs, and you smile at him with dumb animal pleasure as he slides back into your drenched cunt, no resistance at all, just wet flesh welcoming his cock back where it belongs. He moans and lets his head hang forward as he bottoms out again, fucking into you slowly.

Rudy kneels next to you, and you realize what's coming as he swings his leg over and settles his cock between your tits, his ass hovering over your face as he grips your nipples and uses them to pull your breasts up and in- you cry out and bury your face in the hot seam of his ass and thigh as the pain-pleasure ripples through you. His cock leaves streaks of precome between your breasts, slicking the way along with your sweat and Price's come that's s till drying on your skin. Your nipples ache in his ruthless grip, and you gasp in relief when he at last releases them to instead grip your tits and press them around his cock, fucking between them.

You moan and lift your arms to grip around Rudy's thighs, kissing the so-soft skin in front of you. You want more from him, more of his taste and pleasure, and find your lips traveling higher, nuzzling and licking until you reach his hole- just a little furled muscle, and when you lick across it with just the tip of your tongue you hear Rudy make the softest, sweetest moan. His hips stutter fucking between your tits, and you lick again, tasting his skin and sweat. He tastes good, and you float in a liminal space of heat and pleasure, working your tongue past that tight little muscle and into Rudy's ass, your pussy throbbing with your pulse. The man pinches your nipples again and you moan into him, gone beyond pain, spearing your tongue as far as it will go as Rudy fucks himself on it, rocking his hips back and forth to fuck the soft flesh of your tits. Your thighs have fallen open around Ale, limp and quivering, and you find yourself surrendering utterly to the two men.

Ale and Rudy fill your world, sight and sound and taste and pleasure all formed around their bodies against yours- and vaguely you hear the 141 all moaning and climbing to their own peaks. Ale lifts your hips and puts his thumb on your clit and oh- oh, oh oh-

Pressure builds in your belly, deep and hot, and there's a sudden new sensation you vaguely recognize, growing alongside your orgasm, but you can't think past the pleasure. Rudy is still fucking your tongue, letting it pop out and leave across his ass before you manage to stiffen it again for him, his fingers pinches your nipples mercilessly, so tight you want to cry as he forces your breasts together to massage his cock.

Ale is still fucking you so slow, so fucking deep, and as the pressure bursts through you like a grenade you hear a scream and feel the hot wet flood against your groin and thighs where Ale suddenly begins slamming his cock into you, frantic. Your tongue retreats limply into your mouth as your eyes roll back and you keep coming, coming again, arching and squirting and screaming as Rudy spills over your breasts and belly, nipples released with a snap that brings another quiver from your poor cunt. Ale groans above you and stills, his hips grinding his cock in deep as he comes, adding his own to the creamy mess of your come.

Rudy collapses on the floor next to you, and someone lifts your head. Blearily you manage to see Soap, his face wet with Ghost's come, bring his straining cock to your lips. You can't move even to suck him, and instead let him fuck into your mouth like a fleshlight, using your soft tongue and palette until he shudders and comes, swearing. You're so blissed out the come just drools out of your mouth, sloppy, and when Soap leans down to lick it off you you hear two more moans and feel slick bursts of come across your breasts, Gaz and Price jerking each other off over you, painting you like tiger stripes.

You float in a soft come-soaked haze, body thrilling with each little muscle spasm, used to the end of your rope. There's gentle hands wiping your body down, a pair of tongues gently laving the come from your skin. You shake when someone licks over your pussy, too-much too-sore, and are shushed with kisses as the man between your legs gently cleans you, pressing a kiss to your clit, still standing full and hard, and you cry out as the easiest, gentlest orgasm rolls you into oblivion. Thats alright, you can let yourself go- you have your Ale and Rudy and the 141 to take care of you until you wake.

[haikyuubby]

you ; k. bakugo

“i’d rather be with you and all your bullshit.”

syn: studying with bakugo until your mind distracts you…

✭ , ❀ - suggestive themes, katsuki being annoying, black female reader

“FOCUS, DUMBASS!” katsuki says as he throws a pillow at my head.

“i’m trying to, i swear! i just don’t understand this equation.” i reply, taking my pencil off the paper.

katsuki walks over to the desk in studying at, and places himself behind me.

while i’m sitting, i feel his body close to my back.

“here, idiot; to solve this equation you just multiply x by 50. then there’s your answer.”

i stare at my paper, writing down the answer he gave me.

i doubt he’s recognizing the forced proximity that he made between us at this very moment.

“a simple “thanks” would suffice.” katsuki replies to my silence, snarkily.

“katsukiiiii, it’s just too hard. can’t we take a break from studying?” i ask.

without waiting for an answer, i throw myself on top of his bed.

“bro. c’mon, y/n. once you lay down, you don’t get up for anything!” katsuki says as he tries to drag my body off of his bed.

taking this opportunity, i pull his arm, making him fall on top of me.

i look at his face, pink hues flooding his cheeks.

“i guess you’re just now realizing the position we’re in, katsuki?” i say, placing a hand on his face.

katsuki and i aren’t together, but we both like each other.

sometimes, we have heated moments like this one right here, and it’s more of a test to see who can fold first.

“don’t pull me on top of you like this unless you’re planning to do something, y/n.” he says.

quickly, i kiss him, wanting to show him that i had other things on my mind for today instead of just studying.

he pulls me back in by the neck for another kiss, this time it’s more passionate and needy than the last one we shared.

i grab his waist, feeling his built physique.

as i’m feeling up on him, katsuki moves to start kissing my neck and groping my thighs.

“fuck, y/n, you really know how to distract me.” he says, leaving marks along my neck.

“no, no hickies, ‘suki.” i say while squirming, he knew my body so well and never failed to make me feel amazing.

“too late.” he responds, getting up from on top of me.

i sit up, getting a good look of my neck.

“ughhh, katsuki! do you know how much concealer this’ll take to cover up?!” i exclaim, not wanting to even think about how long i’m gonna spend covering this up tomorrow.

“whatever, stop freakin’ out. everyone already knows that we’re basically together, so what’s it matter?” katsuki says, nonchalantly as ever.

this time, i throw a pillow at his face.

“the fuck was that for?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“you serious, katsuki?”

“…yeah?”

“i swear to god, i’ve never met anyone more irritating than you! do you even know what you just said?”

“…”

“i don’t care if we’re “basically together” or not, the thing is that we aren’t yet.”

silence falls upon the room.

i wasn’t exactly mad at his statement, but it’s annoying, he knows how much i want to be together so why’s he teasing me like this?

“okay, that’s my fault. i should’ve asked you out a long time ago, y/n, before we started doing freak shit too. i���m sorry.”

as katsuki says this, he looks away, no doubt in my mind that he’s feeling embarrassed right now.

i sit on his bed with my arms crossed, brows furrowed.

am i genuinely pissed off? no, but i’m gonna milk this moment for everything that it’s worth.

he comes close to me, uncrossing my arms for me.

“go out with me. you actually don’t get a choice so we’re going out first thing tomorrow.”

i smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“oh katsuki, i’ve been waiting so long to hear those words from you!” i exclaim.

“don’t be getting all mushy on me now!” he responds.

i guess me being a distraction paid off in the end.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To Those Who Wait 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: yeah, I couldn’t resist.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

When you’re alone, you’re not free. You are imprisoned in a cell of your own making. Inside your own body. You’re the one who threw that key away so why do you care now? 

You do. You hate that you do. You hate that your phone won’t stop vibrating. And that you know exactly why. 

You turn your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes catch on the sparkle on your nightstand. A gold chain that isn’t yours.

The small medallion has an R on it. What was that name he used? Ransom? Doesn’t sound like a name, at least not one you’d give to anything but a rambunctious dog. 

You open the drawer and shovel the necklace inside. You slam it shut as you stand. You need to get your shit together. First thing, coffee. 

You’ve never been an optimist but you’re grateful Hugh left without you asking. That he didn’t stick around to rub your nose in the mess your made. Speaking of mess. You’ll have to throw your bedding in the wash. Maybe It’s better to burn it. 

Coffee on, a trash bag in hand, you set to overhauling your life. The sheets aren’t the only thing going. Your phone vibrates. The phone call flashes as you ignore it. 

You go back to the bedroom. A faint trace of his cologne lingers. You peel back the corners of the mattress sheet and bunch the rest of the bedding inside. You sheath it in the black plastic and tie it in a knot. 

You drag it out to the garbage chute and shove it until it drops down. You close the door heavily and return to your apartment. You drink the bitter coffee, sweet compared to your current state. You glance t your bedroom door and heave. 

You won’t even bother trying to sleep in there. Just the thought makes you uneasy. He’s ruined your safe place just like he ruined everything else. 

🛏️

The days are gruelling. Before, you didn’t mind being alone. You accepted that sentence, made what you could of it. You had hobbies. Now you don’t have the energy for them. You don’t see the point in them. Just distractions that can’t change your reality. 

Work is the only thing you can focus on. Not because it’s better, because you have to. It’s not the best job but you pay your own bills. You don’t have to rely on someone else to survive. You have yourself. It’s all you’ve ever really had.

How stupid you were to think you could ever have anything else? That someone could ever really want to have you. 

Hugh doesn’t want you. You’re not stupid. He wants to get off. It’s an ego thing or some sick fucking kink. How many guys did you hear say that ‘ugly girls are the fucking best in bed’ or ‘you can make an ugly girl do anything’. 

On your lunch, Vivica calls you. You answer if only to keep another notification from piling up. 

“Sup?” You ask dully as you break a cracker and let it crumble. 

“Oh, you know, wondering why I haven’t heard from you.” 

“Work. Busy,” you answer. You wait for a response. You cringe and make yourself speak. “What about you? What’s going on?” 

“Worried about you,” she insists. “You hate work.” 

“Sure do but it’s not really optional,” you shrug. “How was your night out?” 

“Which one? You haven’t been around.” 

You sigh, “are you mad at me?” 

“No, like I said. Worried.” She clicks her tongue, “look, that guy Curtis, he told me you’re not answering him either.” 

“And who gave you permission to give him my number?” You challenge as your scalp bristles. 

“Why didn’t you tell us about him?” 

You roll your eyes. “Well, obviously, it’s not working out so... that’s why. Same old.” 

“Seems like it could work out if you gave him a chance. He sounded pretty interested.” 

“It’s my choice,” you retort defensively. “It’s not the right fit.” 

“Cool,” she says sharply. “Sorry if I’m nosy but you haven’t told us anything about it. Or him. Or whatever is going on with you.” 

You close your eyes as they sting. You’re annoyed. You don’t want to talk about. You’re dying just to stop thinking about it. 

“Viv, you’re a good friend but you can give it up already. I’m a fucking loser and guys just aren’t that into me,” you sniff. 

“So why would he be asking about you?” 

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t know. I mean, that was a great birthday present. Probably preferable to the real thing. And I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not,” you scoff. “And no one has to pretend for me. It works perfectly.” 

“Oh, that was... everyone has toys. It wasn’t meant to be anything but fun.” 

“Sure, give the loser virgin some silicone so she can loosen up,” you spit. “You know what, I gotta get back to work.” 

She hesitates to answer, “fine. That sounds like a good idea. You're sooo busy so don’t waste your time on me. Bye.” 

“Yeah, bye.” 

You pull the phone from your cheek and tap the end button. You dab under your eyes then lean your face into your hands. Stop it. Don't be so stupid.

It wasn’t anything at all. You and Curtis. And obviously, Vivica only wanted to poke around. She probably can’t stand the idea of not having a disaster like you around to make her feel better. 

You’re just fine. You’re okay. You’re better off alone. Better for everyone that way. 

💔

Your apartment is overcrowded with the fog left behind by his intrusion. You can’t escape the stain he left on your existence. No matter how you try.

The showers don’t work. Even the bottle of wine you bought in desperation only took you back to the night at the hotel. Sleep isn’t an escape when you can’t close your eyes for more than five minutes. It’s all just meaningless. 

Everything you do is a farce. Pointless. Wake up, for what? Go to work, for what? Come home? Home?! Is that what you call this fetid place? 

A week. A week of ignoring the phone and that tick in the back of your head. A week of hearing a knock at the door that isn’t real. Of seeing shadows that aren’t there. 

Another day at your desk. Alone, despite the cubicles that pen you in, the buzz of voices on headsets, the clacking of keys, the clicking and scrolling. The trance of your denial stretches on. Your mind is not connected to the rest of you. Your fingers type without thought and your voice rises according to a script you recite by rote. 

“Hm, do you think the single king is better or the double queen?” The woman on the phone asks. You let out a sigh without censor. It’s the sixth time she’s gone back and forth. Each time you change the reservation type, you have to enter all the other details again. 

“It’s up to you, ma’am,” you utter. 

“I’m just thinking if maybe one of us wants to stay out a bit longer...” she hums. 

“I don’t care,” you blurt out and cringe. 

“Pardon?” She huffs. 

“Sorry, ma’am, nothing. Someone else was talking to me--” 

“No, no, that was extremely rude.” 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“Really, because you don’t sound very sorry,” she snaps. 

You aren’t. You stay quiet. Shit. 

“I would like a manager.” She sneers. 

“Of course,” you tap hold and transfer her through. No point being upset, there’s worse things in the world. You would know. 

You take off your headset. It’s almost the end of the day anyway. You get up and refill your bottle at the fountain. There’s little expediency in your task. You’ll do one more call then clock out. 

As you return to your desk, Mallory approaches. You look up as she flips up her cat-eye glasses. You already know what she’s here about. 

“Would you like to come back and get your write-up or should I just email it over?” She asks sharply. 

You don’t care. You’ll take the flag. After five years of working there and not a blemish on your record, what’s one? You shrug. 

“Whatever works is fine with me.” 

She narrows her eyes, “problem?” 

“Nope,” you put your headset on. “Phone’s ringing.” 

You tap the answer button and swivel away from her. She puffs and stomps and walks away. You go through the usual, this time navigating the booking without issue. It’s a lot easier when people know what they want. 

You save the reservation and sign off. You just want to go to the apartment and shut your brain off. You can’t keep wondering when and if this ever stops.  

You pull on your jacket and hike up your bag. You skip the elevator and take the stairs, not wanting to bear the tedious elevator ride with people you only know by obligation. You stride out the doors ahead of a straggling group but your escape from the corporate purgatory doesn’t free you. 

You put your head down and turn along the street. You don’t get far before you hear your name. At first, you ignore it, certain that you misheard. When it comes again in that familiar voice, you groan and stop. You face Curtis reluctantly. 

“Oh, hi,” you utter dryly. 

“Yeah, hi,” he matches your tone. “You know, I’ve been texting. Calling.” 

“I’ve been busy. Work.” Your eyes stray without meaning to. 

“Is that it? Work? I’ve been worried. You couldn’t just send a courtesy text?” 

You shake your head and shrug. You can’t look at him. Then you have to face everything. 

“What did I do?” He steps closer and you back up. You roll your eyes as they burn and gesture apathetically. 

“Nothing.” 

He sighs, “I thought we were going good. I thought—I don’t get it. I don’t get you.” 

“Ha, alright,” you scoff. “Why on earth would you want to be with me?” 

“Huh?” 

“Oh, come on. Clearly, I’m a fucking loser. So, what was it? You wanted to fuck the virgin and go back and brag to all your buddies?” You sneer and stare past his shoulder. 

“No, that never mattered to me. Guess you think I’m the loser,” he retorts. 

You shrug again. 

“What is your problem? What the hell?” He gets even closer. “Something... something happened.” 

“Nothing happened,” you try to look at him and wince. You’re going to be sick if you do. “I’m not even a virgin so... big loss.” 

“That’s not--” he sputters. “Tell me what’s going on.” 

“No--” 

“Don’t say nothing--” 

“Nothing,” you snarl and step back. “You don’t want to be with me and I’m not going to pretend.” 

You spin and go to march forward. You stop short before you can race away. Curtis rams into your back as he goes to follow. He grabs your arms lightly as he steps back. You stare dumbly at the figure strutting toward you. 

Hugh smirks as he waves and you pull away from Curtis. You turn toward the street and stumble back as a car honks, coming close to the curb as you do. You’re yanked back again, this time harder. 

“Christ, you’re going to get hurt--” Curtis says, his voice overridden by another. 

Hugh whistles and calls your name again, “hey, baby.” 

You close your eyes as you try to hide from reality. Your feet won’t move, or your arms. You stand there, shaking as his footsteps echo over the sidewalk. Curtis lets you go. 

“Oh,” he utters. 

“Hey, where ya going?” You’re grabbed from the other side and you wrench away from Hugh, spinning to face both of them as your eyes snap open. 

“Right,” Curtis says grimly. You finally look at him as his eyes scale the other man. 

“Who’s this?” Hugh asks as he reaches for you again. 

“No, go away. Both of you.” 

“Ah, come on, baby, haven’t seen you since the weekend. That was lots of fun,” he winks. “Late night.” 

Curtis shifts and tilts his head. He glares at Hugh as his hands furl and unfurl. Your legs quake dangerously. 

“I said go,” you hiss. 

“I think you owe us an explanation,” Curtis says evenly. His cadence is worse than anger, it’s hurt. 

“I can explain but not with him here.” 

“You’ll talk now that you’ve been caught, huh?” He looks at you and you recoil. 

“Never mind,” you say. “Whatever you think it is, that’s what it is.” 

He stares at you, his chest rising and falling. 

“Oh, yeah, we’re fuck buddies,” Hugh interjects. “She gets bored and well, I can’t say no. She's feral. She begs me--” 

“Shut up!” You bark at him. 

“I mean, I’m not complaining. It’s an open sorta deal but seems like maybe there’s a few things she didn’t mention to you, pal,” he continues. 

“He’s not--” you turn back to Curtis, “he’s not that. He isn’t. He’s a mistake.” 

“Oh, a mistake? Was I a mistake when you were cumming all over me--” 

You spin and shove him as hard as you can. “Fuck off!”  

He grabs your arms and you wrestle with him. You stagger around under his strength before you’re nearly bowled over completely. Curtis jabs him in the chest and inserts himself between the two of you. You rub your forearm as you stare at his back. 

“She said go.” 

“To you,” Hugh scoffs. 

“No, you. Get out of here,” he squares his shoulders. 

“I’m not afraid of you. I mean, it’s pretty fucking pathetic to defend that slut after she--” 

Curtis doesn’t hesitate. His arm cocks and swings so quickly, you don’t realise what happened until the crack and the other man’s grunt. Hugh retreats as you look around Curtis. He cradles his jaw as you stay hidden behind the other. 

“Don’t fucking call her that.” He growls. 

“Fucking simp,” Hugh spits blood onto the sidewalk. “You really gonna be cucked like that? When I had her on my dick like a glove--” 

You notice the crowd gathering near the front of the building. You recognise a few of your coworkers. As Curtis steps forward, you catch his arm. 

“Please, he’s not worth it.” 

“You are,” Curtis insists. 

“Curtis,” you squeeze his sleeve. You don’t want him to get hurt by you. Not more than he already is. “I’ll tell you everything. Please.” 

He takes a breath and lets it out slow. Hugh straightens and pinches his nose, “I’d kick your fucking ass if I wasn’t wearing prada,” he keeps his head back and turns away, “prick.” He stops and glances back, “don’t worry, baby. You’ll see me around... you’ll feel me.” 

Curtis sways as if he might go after him but thinks better of it. You let him go and wring the strap of your bag as you watch him. You're hollow. You don’t think you can tell him everything. 

“Tell me then,” he throws an arm out and turns to you. 

“I...” you look around. “Not here.” 

His jaw grits and he exhales heavily, “fine, where?” 

“Uh... we could... there’s a juice place nearby. It’s never busy.” 

“Sure,” he pushes his shoulders up. 

You look down and turn away. You’re melting in horror. He hates you. You feel it roiling off of him. Your only hope is that he hasn’t walked away. Not yet. He could’ve made this easier and just not have shown up at all. 

You enter the juice bar. “I’ll get something so they don’t kick us out.” 

He sniffs and sidles past you. He goes to the table in the corner. You go up to the counter. The employees are chattering in the lull. You pay for a bottled kombucha then retreat to the table. 

You climb up on the seat. He stares past you at the window. His fingers tap on the table. Your lips part and his gaze darts over to you. 

“Well?” He growls. 

You shudder. How do you say it? Don’t explain, just say it. Once he knows, it won’t matter what excuses you have. He’ll go and you’ll be left with a bottle of fermented juice you don’t even like. Maybe this is how it gets better. Just end it. 

“He’s a prostitute.” 

He twitches and narrows his eyes, “what?” 

“Hugh, that guy. I hired him to fuck me.” You say it a bit too plainly and grimace. “Look, I was... the first time was before me and you... but I...” your eyes burn and you flick them to the ceiling. “I don’t know why I’m even trying to save anything. I was desperate. For anything. I went online, I found an escort, and I paid half my savings for the worst night of my life.” 

“First time?” He plucks out the words. There’s the twist of the dagger. 

“He showed up again. I... I’m not going to relive it just so you can ditch me so, please, that’s all you need to know. I’m a sad little woman who paid to get rid of her virginity. At thirty years old. Yeah, yeah, that’s why I know you don’t want to be with me.” 

You look at the table, hoping you might become a part of it. That you’ll fade into the air and be nothing. Feel nothing. He’s quiet. The low murmur of music grows to a cacophony as you await the inevitable. 

“You didn’t want to?” He asks at last. 

You rub your cheek, eyes glued to the table. “I did it, that’s what matters.” 

“You didn’t tell me.” 

“What-- what was I supposed to say?” 

“Anything. Something. You could’ve just answered me,” he reaches across the table, past the bottle of unwanted kombucha. Like you, dejected and disgusting. “Hey...” 

“I have the texts. And I can show you the deposit, if you really don’t think I’m that stupid,” you plunge your hand into your bag as you talk. You take it out and tap around. 

“Look at me,” he pleads. 

“Really, it’s right here--” you flick your thumbs and open WhatsApp, “the messages—wait? No. My account...” you thumb around and drag down the menu from the top. You search your notifications. ‘Account Deleted due to misuse report’. No... 

“It’s gone,” you drop your phone on the table. “I have no proof--” 

“I said look at me,” he repeats, grittier than before. 

You quiver and make yourself obey. You look at him as he leans to reach further across, “I believe you.” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you? Look at me. I have to pay for it--” 

“Stop,” he commands. “I want you to stop that. Now.” 

“It’s true--” 

“I don’t care about him. About a stupid mistake. Shit happens. I’ve made mistakes too,” he wiggles his hand. “If I didn’t like you, do you think I’d be here?” 

You peek down at his hand. His knuckles are bruised. You frown and daintily touch his fingers. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“He deserved it,” he turns his hand and clasps onto yours. “Want me to kill him?” 

You look at him again and furrow your brow, “stop, I don’t feel like laughing.” 

His expression is grey. Serious. For a moment, you really think he means it. Then he squeezes your hand and his face eases. 

“I had to try,” he mutters. 

You don’t know what to do. You’re entirely unprepared for this. You didn’t expect to see him again, let alone for him to just forgive you for ignoring him, lying to him, or for just being you. 

“You wanna come over?” He asks. 

“Oh, um... I don’t know.” 

“I hope you don’t think I’m like him. I’m not asking for that. I think you maybe you shouldn’t go home,” he explains. “Not after—he seems like the type to hold a grudge, doesn’t he?” 

“Uh, oh, yeah.” 

He's right. Hugh came back after he got his money. Why wouldn't he show up again?

“And we don’t have to watch scary movies. Maybe something less... anxiety-inducing for now,” he offers. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you breathe as the weight slightly lifts from your chest. Is this how it goes? Do people just work things out? 

“But I wouldn’t mind a little bit of cuddling...” he looks around evasively, “if you can keep it secret.” 

You smile. For the first time since you last saw him. “Oh, I’m great at secrets, aren’t I?” 

“As long as that’s the only one you keep,” he replies, his tone hanging ominously over you. You can’t quite tell if it’s a joke or a threat. 

🩶

Curtis takes you back to your apartment. He waits at the door, his paranoia feeding your own. Does he really think Hugh would come back that soon? Yet, what has he done to make you think otherwise? The fact he came back at all is scary on its own. 

You grab only a few things. Something to sleep in and an outfit for the next day, along with your phone charger and a few necessities to keep yourself human. You don’t look back as you leave. You’re happy to be away, if only for a while. 

At his place, you’re restless. You don’t want to be. You’re exhausted. The days filled with anticipation of the world shattering around has turned to the fatigue of fallout.  

“You good?” He asks as he drags his palm over his stubbly hair. 

“Good,” you lie. 

“He can’t get you here.” 

You nod and hum. 

“But that’s not what you’re worried about,” he says. 

“Why... not to sound ungrateful but why... why?” 

“You know, a lot of guys might get tired of having to repeat themselves but if I gotta tell ya every day how much I like you, so be it. As long as you’re there to hear it.” 

You nudge him without thinking and he tilts his head. 

“Sorry, it’s just... you don’t look like the cheesy type.” 

“Not cheesy. Honest.” 

That word stings. It could be nothing but it almost feels like a lash. You weren’t. You lied. You ran away. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” you turn away. 

“You don’t gotta. I’m just... checking. You hungry? I could get us some pizza.” 

“Oh,” you think about it but not very long as your stomach growls. You can’t remember if you had anything but coffee. 

“Is that a yes? What do you like? Anchovies girl, I know it.” 

You scrunch up your face and he snorts, “I don’t know what’s sexier,” he drawls. “Your smile or the way you look when you’re annoyed.” 

You roll your eyes, “stop.” 

“Stop what?” 

“I’m not... sexy,” you look away. 

“You are,” he insists. 

“No... I...” 

“Let’s see; eyes, gorgeous. Lips, delicious, and the way your booty kinda...” he traces with his fingers and your cheeks set alight. 

“Curtis,” you gasp. 

“A guy can’t help but notice. I also love a thrill and you scare me. Just a little,” he smirks. “So, toppings? Not anchovies.” 

“Hot peppers and whatever you like.” 

“Spicy. I knew it,” he proclaims. 

“Ugh, stop being so lame,” you chirp. 

“You first,” he throws back. “Go, get cozy. I’ll order.” 

You nod and give a sheepish smile, or an attempt at one. You take your bag into the front room and take out your pajamas. You go into the bathroom and lock yourself in. You sit on the edge of the tub and try to set yourself straight. 

There’s a glimmer of disbelief in you. It’s too good to be true. Did you really find a good one? 

You change as his voice drones from the other side of the door then quiets. You can’t shake that uneasiness that keeps you precarious. You still can’t trust that it won’t all break. 

You come out with your clothes under your arm, sure not to make too much noise. You tiptoe down and peek into the front room. Curtis stands with his back to you, by the chair where you left your bag. You creep up behind him and lean to see what he’s doing. 

At first you assume it’s his phone but the charm on the phone case assures you otherwise. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

He doesn’t startle. He merely faces you and clutches the phone tight. His knuckles strain and you look between his eyes and the cell. 

“Curtis?” 

“He’s texting you again.” 

“How? He deleted the conversation,” you try to see the phone and he holds it away from you. “Hey, give me the phone--” 

“Burner, I bet,” he backs away and puts his attention back to the screen. “Oldest trick in the book.” 

“Just block the number,” you say as you follow but he stays beyond your grasp. “Turn the phone off. It’s not--” 

“You have to promise,” he rears on you and you stagger. 

“Promise?” 

“To tell me. If, when he messages or calls or anything. I have to know.” 

“You don’t think—I don’t want him around.” 

“I know you don’t. I want to keep him away.” He insists. 

“Right, but--” 

“And you did lie to me. If I didn’t find out today, what’s to say he didn’t hurt you? If you really don’t want him around, it sounds like maybe you’re scared of him. Like he did more than you’re telling me--” 

“Curtis, I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” you swallow. 

“Neither do I. Do you think I like it? Thinking about you with someone else?” 

You whimper, “I thought... I thought... it was okay.” 

“I’m not...” he scratches his jaw, the friction coarse and loud. “I’m trying to help. I’m trying to move forward and if we’re going to do that, he can’t be around. Ever. And you can’t lie. That includes not telling me things.” 

“I know, I’m sorry, I...” you avert your eyes guiltily. “I’ll never forgive myself.” 

He exhales and lowers the phone. He comes closer and holds it out to you. You take it without looking at him. 

“No, I’m sorry. I just... I got worked up when I saw what he sent.” He opens his arms, “come here.” 

He pulls you against him, your head on his shoulder. He holds you like that. You shiver against him. 

“What did he send?” You croak. 

“I’m sure you can guess the kind of nasty things he said,” he pets your head. “I got rid of it. And if he shows his face, I’ll get rid of him too.” 

You wrap your arms around him but find little comfort in his embrace. Something about his tone unsettles you. Get rid of him... He sounds like he means it. Like more than just blocking his number. How well do you really know him? 

[arkhamsbrat]

❦ — jason todd x civilian! reader

in which jason is totally not planning on stealing you away from your shitbag of a bf

part 1 ! part 2 ! part 3 !

you were drunk- barely able to walk, drunk. whatever music your boyfriend was playing made your head spin while you stumbled back from the bathroom. jason had left his spot from the couch to come help you back. “i can walk. i’m grown!” you mumbled. he chuckled quietly, patting your side as he hooked his arm under yours.

“yeah, i know y’are, sweetheart.” he hummed and sat on the couch, hand held out so you could collapse into him. it was on purpose. jason wanted to piss your boyfriend off- wanted him to try and lay a hand on you again.

“you good?” he whispered, looking over to your boyfriend who had been glaring at you for the past few minutes. you shrugged, snuggling closer to him. “he always ignores me at these, don’t pay him no mind.” you weren’t paying any attention to the man on the opposite side of the room. everyone else was far too preoccupied kissing your boyfriends ass, why’d he need you?

jason rested his chin on your hair. “he ignore you a lot, doesn’t he?” it was exhausting, everything was always about him. something needed to be about you for once. you turned up to jason with a small pout. “no more him. ‘m done with him, jayce.”

not the best idea to say that to jason. he smiled down at you like you just handed him a bag of gold.“what’dya mean by done with him?” what a shame that his smile made your stomach flutter and your cheeks flush. “i’m leaving him.”

it only came out as a whisper, but jason felt the world stop around him. this is what hes wanted to hear for the past few months. you were too drunk for him to press for details- no matter how badly he wanted to. he’d let it slide, maybe press further the next time you two met up. all he did was nod before both of you spent the rest of the night silently people watching.

you don’t know when, or how you even passed out, but your boyfriend shook you awake. “get your god damn friend out so we can go to bed.” your eyes were dry, lids heavy. “what?” he scoffed at you again. “get jackson out. i’m fucking tired.”

you smacked his hand off your shoulder and looked to see jason sleeping peacefully. it was rare that jason looked peaceful, let alone slept peacefully. there were so many times you went to the library together where you caught him dozing off between pages. the alcohol was still and your system and not allowing you to force a happy tone. “his names’ jason. he drank, jus’ let him sleep here.”

he glared at you. “i dont give a shit, get him out. this is my apartment.” both of your names were on the lease. you were the one who found the apartment. “our apartment, and you always have people sleep here. chris? maya? it’s every weekend.” you returned his glare. your boyfriend raised an eyebrow and took a step back.

“you wanna do this in front of him?” maybe you did, maybe it was smarter. a drunk witness was better than nothing... but you were exhausted. if he just left you on the couch you would’ve been fine.“i want to sleep. jus’ let him be, we can-” he snapped his fingers at you before moving to shake jason awake. your boyfriend opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out jason punched him, eyes snapping open.

“what the fuck!?” you stared on in shock, watching as jason stood up with a poorly hidden smirk. “shit, man i’m sorry! I’m not used to being woken up like that! you okay?” it was the fakest you’ve ever heard him speak.

your boyfriend held his nose and shook his head, glaring at you like you punched him. “don’t worry about it,” he muttered before leaning towards you to whisper, “i want him out.” ignoring his words, you pushed him towards the bathroom. “don’t get blood on the carpet, i want my security deposit back.”

as your boyfriend walked off, muttering god knows what under his breath, jason looked over to you smug as ever. you couldn’t help but laugh. “you’re awful, y’know that?” you whispered to him. jason shrugged and winked at you. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, it was an accident.”

[ragingbookdragon]

Blame It On The Beach, Grown Men Don't Cry

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: Someone on TT said "What if Hangman lost his wingman?" in response to Rooster's "The only place you'll lead anyone is an early grave." ...enjoy :')

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Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.

He lay in his bed, replaying the words over and over again, guilt and shame swirling in his gut as he remembered the way everyone looked on with pity when the words left Rooster’s mouth. He hid the immediate reaction behind an amused smile, but inside, turmoil was eating away at his rib cage. Before he knew what he was doing, he thumbed through his contacts and pressed the call button under her name. It rang and rang until the voicemail answered.

Hey, hey! Can’t come to the phone right now, I’m busy flying high! Leave your name and message and I’ll hit you up when I can!

He frowned as he pulled the phone away from his ear and set it down on the nightstand before he rubbed the back of his palms to his eyes, hard enough that he saw stars glinting in them. He debated getting some shut eye, but maybe a run around the flight line would burn off some of the emotion he felt. It’s what he always did when things got to heavy to handle.

The shrill notes of Zach Bryan’s “I Remember Everything” startled him and he quickly grabbed his phone, swiping it before he put it to his ear.

“Hey Jake,” she greeted over the line. “Sorry, I was brushing my teeth and didn’t hear my phone.”

He smiled tightly even though she couldn’t see it. “Nah, don’t worry, it’s fine. I just…wanted to talk.”

“Ooo, are we having girl problems again?” she teased and this time, his grin widened.

“No, no girl problems today,” he answered. “Just…wanted to hear your voice.”

The line went silent for a moment then she asked, “You okay, Jake? You sound upset about something.”

Even hundreds of miles apart and over a telephone line, she could still read him so well.

“It’s nothing major,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“C’mon, pretty boy, lay it on me. What’s up?”

Jake’s jaw clenched and he sighed quietly before saying, “You remember Rooster?”

“Rooster…” he could imagine the pinching of her expression as she desperately tried to recall the name and face.

“Bradley Bradshaw?”

“Ah, Rooster! Yeah, I remember him. Overly cautious and rather quiet if I recall.”

“Yeah…” he murmured. “He…said something today at the Hard Deck that got to me.”

She hummed. “I also don’t recall Rooster being the type to antagonize anyone unless provoked. What’d you do?”

“How do you know I did anything?” he retorted with an irritated expression.

“Because your big head likes provoking for shits and giggles. C’mon, Jake, what’d you do?”

“It’s…about the mission we’ve been recalled for.”

“Yeah, I remember you were saying you were recalled back to Top Gun. What’d you say at the bar?”

Jake made a nose in his throat akin to annoyance. “Again, not everything is my fault.” He defended but her snort had him smiling, and then he frowned and murmured, “I made some dick comment about the others following me as team leader.”

“Okay, so you being you?” she responded confused. “And I’m assuming that’s where Rooster comes in?”

He didn’t respond for a moment.

“Jake?”

He clenched his jaw, “Rooster said…he said…” Jake let out a sigh and muttered, “He said the only place I’d lead anyone is an early grave.” He heard her intake of breath, and he continued, “And then everyone got real quiet and I…”

“Jake, it wasn’t your fault.”

He shut his eyes. “It was.”

“Jake,” she murmured. “It was an accident.”

“It doesn’t make me feel any less guilty,” he said softly. “I…I left you behind, my wingman, and you—”

“Jake, I got shot down by a bogey. Not you. You didn’t do anything wrong. You upheld the mission standards.”

“I fucking paralyzed you!” he hissed. “And got you medically discharged! I did that!”

“Jake, I’m not mad at you. When are you going to let it go? I’m not angry. I let it go.” She hummed softly. “Jake, just because I’m not in the Navy or in a jet anymore, doesn’t mean I’m not still enjoying my life. Honey, there’s more to life than flying and service.”

“But you wanted to be an admiral…and teach at Top Gun,” he said softly.

“Jake, honey, you’ve gotta let it go,” she murmured. “My life now is not your failure.”

He felt the sting burning hot in his eyes as he shut them. “I can’t forgive myself for what I did. For what I did to you.”

“Oh, Jake Seresin. Such a contrast to be so cocky yet so soft and caring.”

“Don’t patronize me,” he whispered.

“I’m not. But you have to admit, it hurts to hide that bleeding heart you’ve got behind that big ego of yours.”

“…maybe a little,” he muttered.

“Jake?” she asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“You gotta start letting it go, honey. I’m not mad and depressed with life anymore. Honey, I’m happy. I work a good job, I have a good home and good friends. I help other veterans like me. Jake, I’m okay.”

Jake’s throat tightened impossibly. “…you sure?”

“I’m sure, honey,” she answered. “I’m right as rain and go for lift-off.”

“Yeah?” he asked through the tears.

“Yeah, Jake, I’m good.” She shuffled around on the other side of the line. “Now, if I know you, you’re gonna go take a run to burn off all this unknown emotion called ‘feeling.’”

“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“I am. I’m hilarious.” She laughed on the other end of the line. “And remember, Jake, never be a stranger, okay? Working pelvis and legs or not, I’m still your wingman.”

“Floating like a butterfly?”

“And stinging like a bee,” she answered with a smile. “Love you, Jake. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Yeah, you too,” he murmured, hanging up. “I love you too.”

He set his phone back down on the nightstand and looked at the ceiling with a tired expression, then he turned out the light and rolled over, closing his eyes.

[sykesandskittles]

CHAPTER 8

Noah

THE SECOND Harlow LEAVES, Nick plops down into her empty spot on the couch. “So, bro, are you making any progress with her?”

I glance over at my long-time friend and shrug one shoulder. I get why he’s checking in—this shit is time sensitive–but I don’t appreciate being hounded. Around here, I’m the one calling the shots. I don’t need people checking in with me.

“I’m getting there,” I answer dismissively. “Don’t fucking worry about

it.”

He lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Dude, chill. Just asking. ‘Cause,

you know, people are talking.”

I sigh. “Talking about what exactly?”

I don’t give a fuck what people say, usually. My family is wealthy enough and influential enough not to have to worry about other people’s opinions. But this time…yeah, this time I have to give a fuck, because it might get in the way of my objective .

“There's a lot of talk about why you chose Harlow . Some of the Debs are pretty pissed about it.”

Debs, meaning debutants. It’s an old-ass word, but it’s what we call the female members of the Burning Crown. It’s a word passed down through the generations. Every year, four Debs are plucked from the Burning Crown’s general membership–the Circle–and given queen-like power over the entire university.

Those four slots are so sought-after, that it’s practically a blood sport for the chicks in the Circle. And the fact that one of their positions had been given to an outsider….yeah, I’m sure that ruffled more than a few feathers.

I shrug off his statement. “No one is guaranteed a consort position.” “It’s tradition,” Nick replies flatly. “And now they're suspicious.” That gets my attention. I twist to face my friend. “Suspicious?”

“Okay, maybe not suspicious yet. But they don’t understand and they’re watching you pretty damn close.”

Christ. That’s all I need. More people watching me.

I push out a harsh breath. “They’ll get over it eventually.”

Nick laughs, but it’s devoid of humor. “Let’s hope so, because if they look into Harlow , they’re going to discover her past pretty damn quick, and then our whole plan is fucked.”

“Thanks for that analysis, Einstein.” I don’t need to be told how fragile this whole thing is. It’s my life, for God’s sake. My family’s lives. If I fuck this up, everyone suffers.

“Hey, Noah.” It’s Jolly. He shoves his hand through a mane of short brunette  hair to get it out of his face. “I just saw your chick leave with Wyn.”

“Yeah, they went to the bathroom,” I reply .

He laughs like I’m an idiot for believing her, and maybe I am. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck they told you, but I just saw them both leave through the back patio door.”

I tilt my head back and growl, launching onto my feet. “You didn’t stop her?”

“Oh, yeah, like that wouldn’t draw attention. She’s a consort now. She can do whatever the fuck she wants. If I stop her from leaving, that’s going to raise questions. Questions I’m sure you don’t want them asking.”

She can do whatever the fuck she wants in theory. In practice, she’s mine, and she needs to learn how to fucking listen.

“Which way?” I grate out. “West. Toward Carbon.”

I could text her, and demand she return, but I have a feeling she’d just ignore me. Also, I don’t want her to know I’ve been tipped off about her leaving.

Balling my hands into fists, I weave through the crowded house with Jolly trailing behind me. Wherever I go, Jolly is usually there, right by my side. Between him and Nicholas, Jolly is the older twin and carries with him a big-brother mentality. He’s the protector of everyone in the Circle, and he's damn good at it.

Outside, beyond the patio, it’s pitch-fucking-black with just a sliver of moon to give a hint of shadow to distant objects. I don’t see Harlow or Wyn anywhere, but fuck it, we know they were headed toward Carbon, so I turn in that direction. We’ll catch up with them eventually.

Jolly and I skirt the water where the sand is more compacted, and it’s easier to walk. The ocean calms me. It always has. I can feel my anger slowly begin to subside as we make our way down the beach. We’re about half a mile from the sorority house when Jolly reaches out to tap me from behind.

“Hey, is that them?”

I squint, and sure enough, I see two figures in the distance. They’re just standing there, and I wonder if they can see us. But as we get closer, I can see they’re not even paying attention to Jolly and me. They’re looking down at something in Harlow ’s hand.

“The bathroom, eh?” I say, sauntering up to them. “Why did you leave the fucking party?”

When Harlow glances up at me, I see real fear in her eyes. The same fear I saw when she was attacked on my porch.

I glance down at what she has in her hand. It’s a cell phone. “This is Talia 's phone,” she says, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, so what?” My gaze shifts to Wyn. She looks white as a ghost, too. “We found it right here, in the sand. Harlow used her stalker app, and it

was just sitting right here, half buried,” Wyn says.

Fuck. That can’t be good. But, still, there has to be a logical explanation.

I shrug. “Okay, so she lost it. People lose their phones in the sand. It happens.”

“Yeah, my brother loses his phone all the time,” Jolly chimes in. “Fucking idiot.”

“No,” Harlow shakes her head. “You don’t get it. First, she didn’t show up at the party, and now, we find her phone half-buried in the sand. That’s not like her. She always has her phone. It’s practically an appendage.”

I tilt my head back and rake a hand over my face. Just what I fucking need right now—a missing chick. And not just any missing chick, Harlow ’s best friend. Fuck my life .

“Okay, Listen, let’s go back to the party and ask around to see if anyone knows anything. If we still can’t find her, we’ll take my car and drive around to some of the hot spots in town,” I say.

The last thing I want to do tonight is drive around and look for some random chick, but on the upside, I can send Wyn off with Jolly, and get Harlow alone.

Harlow looks a little relieved by my plan and nods. I’m hoping someone at the party knows something, so we can go on with our fucking lives, but when we ask around, not only has no one seen Talia , no one even knows who the fuck she is.

We’re outside the sorority house when I turn to Wyn and Jolly. “You two drive around the north side of the school. Harlow and I will take the southside.”

With a nod, Wyn and Jolly take off into the night. I glance over at Harlow , who is trying to unlock Talia 's phone.

“Careful, you only get so many guesses before it locks,” I offer.

She huffs in frustration and shoves the phone into her bag. “Maybe we should just go to campus security and let them know we can’t find her.”

I laugh under my breath. She really is as naive as they come. “And what evidence do we have that she’s actually missing? A lost cell phone?” I lift my chin at her. “When did you see her last?”

Harlow narrows her eyes at me. “I didn’t misplace my fucking glasses.

This is my best friend we’re talking about.”

“Just answer the question,” I snap, my anger at her bubbling over.

She shifts on her feet and pushes a breath out. “This morning. And something seemed…off with he r. I don’t know.”

“Okay, so it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Yeah, no way security is going to take this seriously. She’d have to be missing a few days, at least.”

“A few days?” She nearly launches herself at me. “That’s way too long. Can’t you make security investigate? Or is all this ‘I own the school’ bullshit just a delusion?”

My jaw tightens. This fucking chick doesn’t know shit about shit. I start walking toward my car. I pull my keyfob out of my pocket and unlock it. “We’re not involving security or the police,” I bite out. “Get in the car.”

She’s standing several feet away, not moving. “I can’t get in the car with you. I mean…I shouldn’t.”

For fuck’s sake. I open the driver’s side door and lean on the roof. “And why the fuck not?” I ask, allowing every ounce of my frustration to seep into my tone.

“Because…I don’t know you. I mean, not really. I just met you.”

My instinct is to force her. To walk over to her, throw her over my damn shoulder, and shove her into the car. I’ve become used to people following my commands with no questions asked. All this chick does is ask fucking questions—and it’s getting under my skin.

“You want to find your friend,” I say. “Then you need me. With my connections, I’m your best shot at finding her quickly.”

She’s standing under the street light, and I can see the indecision flicker in her eyes. But I’ve got her cornered and she knows it. She needs my help. Finally, she sways and then takes a step toward the car. She opens the passenger door, and slides into the leather seat.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” she says through gritted teeth.

I get behind the wheel and hit the engine. When I glance over at her, she looks small. Vulnerable. I could almost forget what a manipulative bitch she is.

Almost.

[goldenlionprince]

A Little Distraction

and another one for @sorenphelps bodyguard AU because clearly I can't stop myself.

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It sucks that he can't even go out for a nice cool beer in a nice little bar anymore without suspicious people showing up, watching them from across the room up to the point where Sirius pulls him up from his seat and drags him out the backdoor into the alley behind the bar.

Sure, James isn't completely innocent. He probably shouldn't keep poking at their servers, crashing them ever so often or hacking them for whatever data he wants to look at. It's not like they know for sure it's him, he's not dumb enough to leave any evidence, but they still seem to be suspicious enough of him to be even more of a pest than usual.

James would stop but everyone needs a hobby.

So he finds himself dragged out of the bar, not that he's much complaining since it's Sirius doing the dragging. He pulls James along through a little corridor connected to another alleyway and then suddenly stops, cursing under his breath.

“What?” James asks, stopping beside him.

Sirius nods down the alley where James can barely make out a car down on the street, two people sitting inside. “I think they might have been planning for us to come that way.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Hoping a distraction will work,” Sirius says and turns to him, looking James up and down. “I'd rather not fire a gun close to bars on a Saturday night.”

“Okay,” James nods. “But why are you looking at me like that?”

“Give me your glasses.”

“I don't see shit without my glasses,” James says but removes them anyway, folding them and holding them out for Sirius to take. Sirius slides them into one of the endless pockets on his pants and reaches up to undo his bun. Dark hair cascades around his shoulders and he brushes it out of his face casually.

“Take off the jacket too.”

James frowns and shrugs out of his denim jacket just for Sirius to grab it and throw it somewhere into the darkness of the alleyway.

“Hey!” James manages before Sirius is suddenly very, very close, crowding him against the brick wall of the next bar behind them.

“Trust me,” he says, eyes bright in the dim light of the alley.

“Always,” James answers automatically without thinking, but as soon as the words are out of his mouth he knows they are true.

And then he doesn't say anything anymore because Sirius is kissing him, not just a tiny make-believe brush of lips but full on passion. James whimpers against his lips, his hands coming up without thinking to fist in the fabric of Sirius' shirt.

Sirius presses him even more back against the wall, their bodies touching from head to toes, Sirius thigh between James' legs. If they keep going like this James will embarrass himself like some kind of horny teenager very, very soon.

There are footsteps in the corridor that connects the alleyways but James barely hears them, his heartbeat too loud in his own ears. He only notices when Sirius pulls back from the kiss. James can't stop the little moan that escapes him at the loss.

“Fuck off,” Sirius hisses over his shoulder at the intruders, barely turning his head to do so.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” the bigger one of the two grumbles, barely looking at them. “We were just-”

“Doesn't matter,” the shorter guy interrupts. “Please continue.” He shoves the bigger guy along to hurry down the alley to the car at the end of it.

James can't believe that really worked.

“Are they gone?” Sirius asks, his lips brushing along James' neck. James shivers, his eyes almost falling shut.

“Can't tell. I've told you I see shit without my glasses.” His voice comes out a lot more breathless than he expected. There is the sound of a car starting and Sirius lifts his head from James' neck to watch it go.

As soon as the car is out of sight Sirius pulls back from him completely and James feels the loss of his body heat like an ice punch to the chest. “Here,” he says and James can feel his fingers on his face as he gently slides James' glasses back into place for him.

“Thanks,” James mumbles, still leaning against the wall. After that kiss his legs still feel like jelly. “What now?”

“Now,” Sirius says and bends over to pick James' jacket back up. “We have some beers to finish.”

“Well, I'm thirsty,” James says, his eyes on Sirius' ass.

Sirius laughs and tosses his jacket at James. “Come on then. Let's get you filled up.”

Oh, how James wishes that would happen.

[the-anon-scp-confessions]

I FUCKING HATE THIS FANDOM SOMETIMES IM SORRY IM SORRY BUT I HATE IT.

The horrible way some of y’all Look at some of the Scps is insane to me because someone put a whole lotta effort in for SOME OF YALL just too be like “oooo mommy balblabla” FUCK UP.

Also are we forgetting there’s no set canon if you see clef on say cool if you see him another cool if you see him as a mix FUCKEN GREAT WHO CARES

“I hate Clefdraki” Cool sweet I don’t care “I think __ file because I think it ruins things” cool great have an opinion idc ITS YOUR CANON

Another thing is how SOME OF YALL TREAT SCP-4231 again whatever you want to be canon in YOUR CANON is fine but it’s not about that because I’ve seen y’all make some INCREDIBLY shitty comments about what clef went through in that because in short “he’s a man that can’t happen to man” which is bullshit btw and I’ve seen so many people say it’s “Mischaracterisation” which yes seeing clef soft is odd and out of character for him NOW but back then he had no reason to be the guy we see in that general canon (since in this one he’s not in fact just the devil here to strike fear into everyone who has the misfortune to meet which I also LOVE because hell yeah dude) in this canon he’s a lot more emotional (example Hawaiian shirts) and goofy and I love this version of clef because it’s clear while he is scary and intimidating at times he’s also just an annoyance and a selfish Jack ass

Also the jokes about “hahah new fans” is fucking annoying guess what I’ve been into this on and off like my whole ass FUCKING LIFE AND I STILL DONT KNOW JACK ALL CAN WE NOT DO THIS YALL??? It’s funny sometimes but it’s starting to just be some of y’all doing the equivalent of “name three albums name ten songs bla bla bla bla” but with the Scp foundation also please please PLEASE STOP GETTING UPSET WHEN THINGS CHANGE??? Oh no the Scp that’s been around for like 13 years is being changed around yeah no shit that’s what’s gonna happen if THAT MANY PEOPLE are making content about it???? So can you all please please please shuuut uppp

Long story short please yall stop basically gate keeping this and acting like your canon is the true one we all get opinions we all get our own way of seeing so and so but we also have to respect others opinions and the time that went into writing the articles and even the fan creation

because shocker to none the wiki is from the community we as the community keep the Scp wiki going no need to try stomp it out because so and so hasn’t read an Scp file you can only get by sacrificing your right kidney and exactly 37.40 percent of your second born sons eye ball at 3:40 to the scarlet king

I’m writing this at like 2:07 am so sorry if this is hard to understand or came out wrong I’m incredibly tired lol uh stay safe take care of yourself and whatever you’re working on right now if anything you got this bro

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[shera-dnd]

Alright it's been a week since I brought back my ko-fi, so I thought it would be a good time to have an honest conversation with everyone about my situation

No sales pitch, no begging for money, just an honest retelling of my 2024 and how I ended up in my current situation

So at the very beginning of 2024 I, against all odds, won the fucking lotery

Yeah, fucking insane. I didn't even know that actually happened to people

Anyways I got 5 out of 6 numbers right and so I won the incredible prize of 70k reais (or about 12k-ish dollars at the time), which you know what. Not a fucking millionaire amount, but who fucking cares, that's still a crazy amount of money

So I gave 60k of it away to my family to help pay for some repairs around the house, replacements for some broken stuff, and like help us get a new car, since we haven't had a car since 2011

So yeah that improved my quality of life by quite a crazy amount and still left me with 10k (1.5k dollars give or take) in the pocket, which I was gonna save up so I could fulfil the dream of meeting my friends in the US and FINALLY see snow in real life

Unfortunately for me, my intestines had a different plan

somehwere around february I was probably cursed by a bog witch into having constant chronic explosive diarrhea FOR MONTHS!

As you can imagine that made most activities risky if not impossible due to my bowels being in a constant state of emergency and my body being severely weakened from losing fluids so fast

On the bright side my country has universal health care, so in theory I could get myself checked and hopefully cured without spending anything

On the not so bright side, health care around where I live has been fucking gutted and the wait times sky rocketed

And after a few months of waiting on the public health care people to get their shit together, I decided to dip into my savings and use that to go through private health care instead

so after 4 months, 3 blood tests, 2 stool tests, a colonoscopy, a biopsy, and half my savings... they found out just about close to nothing and no one has any idea what the fuck is wrong and they keep redirecting me from one doctor to another to another

And like at this point my physical health is already fucked, I'm constantly exhausted, and I haven't been able to do anything with myself for almost half a year

I was also approaching the one year anyversary of... well the last time I was able to write anything whatsoever.

Like writing was such a dream job for me. I wanted nothing more than to keep writing for the rest of my life, and the fact that my writing had somehow been able to sustain me for so long was a genuine fucking blessing

So not being able to do it, not even for fun, for nearly a whole year was kinda messing with me. Like I knew I had severe burnout, but that was turning into guilt for not being able to deliver on the one thing I saw myself as good at, which turned into even more guilt over being unable to do even this when people had it so much worse than me, WHICH THEN mixed up with all the actual health issues and the fact I no longer had the money to take that trip I wanted. And in the end this whole mess left me feeling utterly hopeless and like a burden on everyone

That's when I deleted my original ko-fi. Why? Because it was part of me getting my affairs in order before I could... you get the idea

Suffice to say that I survived that (well duh) and was sent to the 24 hour mental health center nearby

They helped me get my shit together enough to not try anything drastic again and trippled my dose of anti depressants just to be sure

Since my mental health was (and let's be real STILL IS) extremely unstable, they scheduled me for several group activities to help me keep my mind off things, socialize, and reduce the risk of me hurting myself

About 2 months later I finally found out what was wrong with my bowels. Turns out one of the stool tests gave me a false negative and I had to take one of those horse dewormers from the pandemic. Lol lmao this could have been avoided with barely 60 reais (less than 10 bucks for you americans)

But well I was already most of the way through my savings, had already attempted suicide, and was spending 4 days a week at the mental health center

Aaaand that's pretty much how the situation continued. I still spend most of my days there, I still have lapses, and I still can't bring myself to fucking write

And honestly it's fucking despair inducing to say that. That I've been taking care of myself for over half a year only to still feel like I'm not getting anywhere

But fuck it I'm actually trying to heal here. And I know it's gonna take a fucking while, but I want to keep trying here

Unfortunately my savings have now run out and I'm now officially flat broke, which is why I decided to relaunch my kofi

So yeah it's been a whole year since I won the lottery and now I'm back to asking people for money on the internet, because life doesn't give a shit and my mental health is trash

And I'll be real with you, I know most people who reblog this are broke as shit too, and god knows tumblr is the most mentally unwell website on the planet

So like if you can't help, I fucking get you. I'm not trying to guilt anyone or make this a sob story so y'all will give me pity bucks

I just think that if I'm gonna do this whole song and dance of promoting my kofi

The least I can do is offer y'all some honesty as to why I'm doing this and how I got here in the first place

Anyways my kofi is my pinned post, drop some change there if you want

[skippingthroughfields]

one thing that's missing from these convos about amc not submitting assad zaman for a golden globes nom that makes it 10x more malicious on amc's part is that a nomination isn't just like oh... ~simple appreciation for an actor's performance. even if there's no win, it results in a profile boost for these actors & them being able to command a higher salary when it comes to future projects. it's something that gets notice on their CV. these studios and networks love being able to market their shit with things like "starring golden globe nominee john doe" or "emmy winner jane doe." the emmys are more prestigious than the golden globes which are more prestigious than the critics choice awards (the one they submitted him for with two other actors lol). actors get nominated and have the opportunity to get attention from social media posts, article mentions, attending the red carpet, having their name announced and a little clip of their acting shown. that's not nothing! attention from possible new fans, publications, execs, peers, producers, directors, fashion houses & other industries which could lead to $$$ and sponsorships. I won't make any presumptions about the cast's finances but I do know amc is probably not paying them their worth, least of all the bangladeshi muslim who barely had any major roles in tv/film prior to the show.

there are fees and costs associated with submitting for awards consideration and FYC ads. the network basically took a look at assad's brown skin and name and said they don't think he's worth the money over the white actor who had less screentime and narrative importance (to the season ig) which is absolutely crazy lmao. it shouldn't be controversial to say that and you can't not discuss this without bringing up sam's name. this has nothing to do with whether he "deserved" to be submitted (and even if I said he doesn't deserve it over assad who's gonna beat my ass?). this white man isn't being persecuted by conversations about blatant racism. but I'd expect nothing less from this fanbase x.

[eeveekitti]

day 26: create spears

i don't think that's how that works, enot

[ghostpebble]

thinking about that time in history class where i didn't know the answer to a question asking something like "who was the man that did blah blah blah in blah blah blah" so i just said fuck it, wrote "john" because all guys back then were named john, and turned it in

and i got it right

[medichamcham]

had to stop being moots with somebody because they're a lot younger than i thought and its like

[puppppppppy]

Ouhhhh friendship I love friendship……..