#you're a hypocrite and a dumbass but

[asphodelii]

EURYLOCHUS THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

also the thunder saga actually killed me im so ill..................

[warmshotamilk]

Just gonna just start blocking proshippers who call all antis predators

It's not any better when you do it, dumbass 😒

[acid-ixx]

I’m new, I just read your fic about neglect reader. I haven’t read through your blog yet but I am so excited after reading this fic. I am an emotional wreck right now and my curiosity is eating me alive with this question “Does reader know about Jason? Will they ever met? Ever have a platonic relationship together? Will Jason be more of a brother to reader?”

I’m sorry I speed through the fic and tears are in my eyes I couldn’t think straight BUT I notice that Jason is hardly there so I’m curious. Please this is such a brain rot, it’s way past midnight after I read this cause I keep stopping to cry.

major (?) spoilers below.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

hello anon !! im so happy ppl are getting more exposed to the content i have written so far. anyways, i can't believe i also got others to cry bec i did too when i was writing 😭

anyways, to answer ur question: yes! the reader will meet jason and he would actually be the first sibling you would meet after you have left the manor. the way he would turn yandere for you is a different approach to how the others would be because in the prequel, it has been stated that you had your fair share of encounters with him.

"will they ever have a platonic relationship with him/see him as a brother?" maybe, maybe not. because your meeting with him would all be a blur to you, and jason's obsession would stem from the trauma he had experienced, causing him to be more protective of you.

you're not in your best mindset and you're vulnerable walking through the streets of gotham and all alone? oh god, only a dumbass would do that— but once the red hood recognizes your face and the way you carry yourself so pitiably, he immediately tries to take you in his arms just as he should.

but the moment you push him away? tell him to fuck off despite your drunken state? the moment you cry and tell him you could deal with everything yourself without his help or anybody else's? you just remind him of himself and that triggers his first spiral into yandere-ism.

it's the way you share trauma, the way you both feel immense anger. he should've noticed sooner because you two would've been as close as peas in a pod. and yet he failed you by being a hypocrite. you were literally taken into the manor right after his death and discarded like you were mere trash. he should've taken you away when he had the opportunity to but he was too caught up in his feat of revenge.

yet the worst part was that he had taken notice of tim before he did you, and jason had momentarily hated you too because he thought bruce had replaced him. if he had looked through that veil of contempt that he had for you, and saw just how neglected and in need of attention you are, then he would've taken you under his wing.

but he didn't, and he had done the same thing to you as most did.

so take it as you will when i say you're more or less going to be closer (albeit unwillingly) to jason than anybody else because unlike his other siblings who are bound by their vigilante duties, your big brother jason wouldn't mind shooting any creeps who think they could touch his precious angel.

and he gets it, too, angel— you hate him, you hate them all and that's valid. but you can't just walk out in the streets alone and expect to be home in one piece; so leave it to him to scout your apartment alright? leave it to your big brother jason to intimidate the goons who try to stalk you when you're not looking. even if you don't want him near you, you'll always find warm food by your table and a note reminding you to take care of yourself more often.

it hurts when you rip the paper to shreds but it breaks his heart even more if you refuse to touch the meal he would leave for you, because that probably means you saw him as danger more than anything else. and he doesn't know it, but you're already planning to make a run for it now that you're under red hood's radar.

it's obvious that you have no experience when it comes to living by yourself, so please don't fucking push him away and let him protect you from any harm. your self destructive habits only causes him to become more protective of you and it only lets him stalk you more often to ensure nobody would touch his precious angel.

just like dick, you'll be treated more like a child than that of a young adult, but at least jason has the concept of personal space compared to your eldest brother. but still, jason wishes to hold you in his arms.

heaven forbid if the joker ever got his crummy fingers on you. jason would go berserk.

little does he know, little does your family know just how much they had lost the opportunity to keep you in wraps inside the manor.

they should've never let you out in the first place.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Yoo Hobin Company

G/N. Taehoon is enlisting. Soft and sweet. Masterlists

Taehoon was the one who tried to break it off. Tried.

Considered it a kindness, whatever measly amount his cold cold heart could muster up.

He wanted to play it cool, like it wouldn't work out. Had run its course and naturally reached an amicable end.

(None of that was true.

However, there was nothing more heartbreaking than thinking of you waiting day after day for him as he serves in the military. Waiting for messages and calls and letters until he finally has some time off and can spend it with you.

It's a waste of your time.

Nevermind that it's completely hypocritical because he would absolutely wait until the end of the earth for you.)

You arched an incredulous eyebrow listening to his nonsense. Then, in one fell swoop, rejected the breakup. 

"No."

Taehoon eyes widened at your refusal. He never thought breakups needed to be mutual or that you could decline it. But he knew that you saw through his motives. In hindsight, he didn't know why he bothered; you could always read him like an open book.

A smirk spreads, replaces the shock on his face.

"Dumbass," he says.

"You're the dumb one," you snipe back without heat, pulling him down by the collar and capturing his lips with yours.

.

.

In all honesty, you expected an adjustment period after Taehoon enlisted. A bit of loneliness. Some hours spent twiddling your thumbs until you found your feet again.

After all, you two were joined at the hip. He's your best friend.

What you didn't expect was that you were busier than ever. Not that you were particularly close to the Yoo Hobin company before, but there now seems to be a revolving door of members constantly by your side.

(And you really hate to admit this because Hobin is so sweet, but Taehoon is right. Something about Hobin’s face is sometimes, occasionally… really punchable.)

What you didn't know was, during the last company meeting before Taehoon had to leave-

He glared at them all, one by one. Growled and ordered them to take care of you or else.

Issue is - any sort of intimidation was offset by the pink flush on his cheeks as everyone saw through his prickliness and physically melted at him being such an attentive boyfriend.

First, the breakup didn't work and now neither do his threats. Taehoon is losing his touch.

"Stop that," he snaps when they all stare at him with soppy expressions.

Gyeoul tuts, rolls her eyes and tells him, "You're embarrassing."

Taehoon's leg twitches and he wonders if he stretched out now for a roundhouse kick, if it would hit them all in the face. Men, women, children alike.

His ire is eventually appeased when Yeonwoo, like butter wouldn't melt and earnest as ever, offers- promises that the company will take care of you.

The others agree, although there was never any doubt they would. Eager and already planning to involve you in all manner of things.

Finally reassured, a weight is lifted from Taehoon's shoulders.

[xia0mi-c0m]

I hate the infantilization of Beelzebub/Beel.

I hate how this fandom treats Beel like a innocent baby, HE ISN'T A BABY. Nor is he innocent. he knows about topics like sex, he is a grown ass demon. Yes, he cares about MC but saying that he is "so baby" for doing so is kinda fueling into the toxic mindset that men cannot be caring and loving without being perceived as weak and needing protection from an outside force all because they do the bare minimum for the ones they love. I've been in this fandom ever since Obey Me came out and I'm not only heavily uncomfortable but also immensely disappointed in the fandom for this infantilization that is sadly so normalized in fandoms (which, is also unnecessary to do especially since the ones they are doing it towards are grown adults who can fend for themselves and don't need any help traveling through life). He is shown to be able to show sexual desire, even when it is implied rather than outwardly expressed at times. As aforementioned, he is a grown ass man, he knows about sexual topics he is not a fucking dumbass. In fact, if you have ever read the manga or played the game, you would know he is quite smart despite people portraying him as the opposite. Don't say shit like "Stop Stereotypes" or something along those lines when you're the one fueling a mindset that is, by the name, set up to make men who are decent human beings look as if they're "weak" and/or "helpless." If not, and you continue to say it while babying grown ass adults, you're being a hypocrite by definition. So, Obey Me Fandom; Do better, stop treating Beelzebub as a "UwU Cinnamon roll who's so baby 🥺🥺🥺", he is a demon whom is on the strong side of things and can fully fend for himself and others if needed.

[darylsdeadboy]

You're a kid you shouldn't be writing sex stuff with men old enough to be your grandfather it's not right. You need to get help or supervision

first of all, i'm not a kid i'm a teenager. a teenager old enough to view sexual content AND write it if i want too. you should not be worried about what i do with my life over the internet. ive wrote this stuff forever, before i even hit my teenage years. and surprise surprise, TEENAGERS HAVE HORMONES !! since you're sending me this i'm assuming you're an adult. and i know 100% for a FACT you watched porn, or jerked off to magazines when you were in your teenage years, or even had a celebrity crush that you fantasized about. it's completely normal and every teenager does it. (you got taught this in school if you don't remember !!) you can't talk whatsoever. you're being hypocritical. and if you're going to tell me this, you might as well tell the rest of the hundreds of thousands of kids in the world who write this shit as well. people have BEEN writing fan fiction too, since at least a little before the 2010's as far as i know. it's an outlet for hormones and your fantasies. i'm sorry to break this to you but a teenager having hormones does not mean that teenager needs help ! it means that teenager is going through something everybody else in the world does. what i do is completely normal and i do not care about what some dumbass old bitch says to me over the internet. go outside, get a reality check, because what you just said to me shows you're clearly not very smart.

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Blacklisted- Rafe Cameron x reader

A/N: I will probably rewrite this but i have so many finished fics that are taking up space

On the coolest day of the heatwave that had struck the outer banks all you wanted was to go smoke in the woods, but when your usual plug and five more after him ghost you, it only takes a little bit of poking around to figure out why.

You leave the last rickety trailer that was your last attempt at buying weed, slamming the door to your little car hard enough to make it shake and floor it all the way Tannyhill, where all of your problems stem from.

You push through the front door and stomp all the way upstairs, running into Barry coming out of the hallway bathroom as you rush towards the patio.

"Country club! Your girlfriends here!" Barry immediately blocks your path and calls for Rafe at the sight of your furrowed brows and clenched fist.

"Not his girlfriend" you mumble, pushing past him and walking towards the patio table you thought Rafe would be around .

Before you can push open the glass doors Barry grabs hold of your wrist, "You know you can't go over there"

You look down at his hand over your wrist let out a heavy sigh, "Oh my god Barry, be for real."

"What's wrong baby?" Rafe's voice comes from behind you two and is sweet and full of concern as if he doesn't know why you're paying him a visit. Your heads to snap towards the corner he comes around. You can see the scowl forming on his face as he slowly lifts Barry's hand off your wrist with a raised eyebrow.

"Not letting your "not girlfriend" bum rush my stash" He responds throwing up his hands in a surrender and throwing himself down in the furthest patio chair.

Rafe brushes him off, putting all of his attention on you as his hands reach down to hold you at your waist. "No kiss?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, finding it strange that you didn't greet him with much affection, regardless of your relationship status.

"Did you tell every goddamn dealer on this island to not sell to me?" You ask him, looking up with a cold pointed stare.

"Who were you tryna buy from?" He fires back almost instantly, ignoring your question completely.

"Hey dumbass! Don't answer a question with a fucking question" You spit out at him, while pushing at his chest to create distance.

Barry stands from his chair and mumbles, "Should I just go?"

"Sit. I'm leaving soon." You tell him pointing back at the chair, then turning back to your ex boyfriend, "Rafe."

"Baby, you know I-" He cuts himself off with a sigh, instantly raising a red flag to you that he was looking for a cop out answer.

"Go ahead and lie, so I can punch you dead in your shit" The threat is empty, you and Rafe had your own issues seeing as he was emotionally abusive and you were just as much verbally, which often included passionate threats.

Your angers fuels his own as he raises his voice back, "Oh my god fucking sue me if I did! You cant trust what anybody sells"

"You Motherfucker! You know I only buy weed" you go to hit at his chest again, but he doges you, lightly grabbing your wrists.

"These days can't trust that either." He says with a hint of a smirk growing on his face when you pull your hands away from him.

"Jesus Christ, I fucking hate you" You walk away from him shaking your head, causing him to follow you closely behind.

"Who put all this in your head anyways, who were you tryna buy from?" He asks again, head hanging over your shoulder.

His question and even the causality of his tone makes you turn around at an instant. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, why the hell do you care?"

"Yo dumbass, you cant answer a question with a question" He responds with your own words, almost making your eye twitch at the sound of it.

The weight in the room increases, making Barry throw his head in his hands and groan to himself, "fucking headaches."

You both ignore him, as you swallow the hypocritical hurt of having Rafe talk to you in the same manner. "Sharky snitched on your bitch ass instantly" You're no longer yelling at him, but your words are laced with venom.

Rafe pushes his tounge against the inside of his mouth as he silently signals to Barry to get up. You just as quickly make him sit back down, not wanting your favorite alternative dealer to be tracked down and harassed because of your messy relationship.

Rafe watches you closely as you force Barry to sit, "Sharky really? You know I don't want you around him." You can tell you've struck bigger nerve of his by the way he fidgets. You have no inkling of attraction towards this other guy, but man do you like to see Rafe sweat.

"Oh really?" You dramatically throw your head to the side "Well I didn't like you around that slutty kook but she made her way into your lap eventually, so I actually don't give two shits about what you want." you complete the statement with over the top hand gestures.

His eyes close and he breathes through his nose, "You're still stuck on that?"

"Like glue sweetheart." your tone is condescending as you make clear you're firm in your beliefs.

Rafe runs his fingers through his hair frustrated and then calls for his uncomfortable friend with wild hand gestures "Barry was there! He can tell you nothing happened"

Barry lifts his head up from his hands, "I-"

"Barry shut the fuck up!" you immediately dismiss him, and turn back to Rafe "and you can go to hell!"

"Don't yell at Barry! Or me! I didn't fuck her!" he basically screams out of frustration.

"I didn't say you did, unless you have something you need to admit Rafe." You stand firm with your arms crossed.

Screaming is getting him no where, he pinches the bridge of his noise and starts to speak with artificial calmness. "I did not cheat on you, I was high, all I did was sit there."

"This time." you mutter rolling your eyes.

"This time? Should we talk about what you did on the main land or are you just gonna tell me to shut the fuck up" he says putting his fist on his hips as his composure starts to slip again.

"Shut the fuck up Rafe, she left a hickey on your neck for fucks sake! I let one guy do a body shot off me and you're about to bury yourself"

"Hey Bar, did that pouge or did that pouge not basically lick salt off her tits before said body shot, because I know I'm not crazy?"

"She told me to shut the fuck up." he says definitively.

"My god" Rafe exhales annoyed.

"Yeah, my god. I have shit to do, if i can't get a pre roll by tonight it's both of your asses." you say, turning around to leave. In your peripheral you can see barry throw his arms up at being tied in with rafe.

"You can be mad at me for keeping my girl safe." He says shrugging his shoulders, forming his words in a way that twists the narrative, like usual.

"Bullshit! You don't care about my safety, you care about control." you turn back around to accuse him, "You don't want me buying weed from anyone else, why? Because you were just my dealer too until we fucked raw? Or is it just because you're so desperate for me to talk to you."

"I do care about your safety, that's not bullshit." he say's obviously annoyed, blatantly ignoring everything else you said.

"You're a piece of shit Rafe Cameron." As soon as you say it you know you don't mean it but relentless verbal assault never fails to egg him on in arguments, without it he just gives you smug answers and brushes you off, pretending to be nonchalant.

Your insult is exactly what tips him over the edge. "You've stayed on the opposite side of the island for a month! We've broken up a thousand times and you've never gone no contact. What type of shit is that? You just want me to be okay with not seeing you? talking to you?" This time when he yells his eyes widen, no longer flashing the same crazy in his eyes that used to filled you with adrenaline, but instead filled with hurt. You cutting contact had genuinely hurt him and he obviously didn't know how to handle it.

"I don't know what to do anymore rafe. We aren't healthy for each other. We both have a lot of growing to do that can't happen if we don't set boundaries. I need space Rafe, please." You plead with him, desperately missing how fast he usually is to crumble at your pleases.

"I gave you space for a whole month and I know it doesn't depend on my terms but it's torture for me. I won't text you or call you or pop up anywhere, but can you at least come here every so often to get your weed, free of charge." He's speaking to you softly and before you know it you're letting him hold you by your waist, but the little voice in the back of your head is incessant to remind you that you can't just kiss and make up. Boundaries need to be set.

"I don't want handouts from you, I don't want to have to do anything for your sake. I want to be able to go buy drugs or do normal shit without property of rafe cameron on my forehead"

"I get it. You don't want me controlling you wether we're together or not, and I may have had a lapse in judgment" he says anxiously rubbing at the nape of his neck.

"You always have a lapse in judgment, then you apologize and expect everything to be fine" you add, starting to bite at your lips

"Baby, i'm trying" he pleads.

"If you're really trying you'd respect my boundaries even when we're broken up."

He pauses at the last part "Okay, I hear you, i'll genuinely try to"

"Thank you" you huff out, relieved to finally reach a satisfying point in the conversation.

"I'm sorry for being controlling and blacklisting you." Rafe apologizes, his thumb making circles on your lower back as he does.

"Apology accepted, I'm sorry for all the name calling." You meekly apologize as well.

"Apology accepted, I still don't want you going no contact though" he adds kissing your forehead.

"I just told you space is healthy for us" you whine hitting his shoulder

"Space and becoming nonexistent are two different things." He says firmly and you look up at him with knowing eyes.

"I won't cut all contact if you don't invade my privacy" you tell him, bartering for your peace.

"I've learned my lesson, I won't. Promise"

"So I can go buy weed on my part of the island now?" you ask hopefully.

"No. Those guys are paid off for a while sweetheart." he smirks

"Rafe."

"You don't even have to talk to me. I'll silently hand it to you and you can leave immediately after. Just let me see you, please."

"Okay, but let barry get it. I'm still mad and I still don't want shit from you"

"I hear you princess" he responds with his hands surrendered, "I really am sorry" he speaks softly before pulling your chin up and kissing you. It's sad how quickly you open your mouth and let his tongue swipe through.

"I know, 'm still not your girlfriend." you tell him breaking the kiss before he can deepen it any more.

"I know" he says under his breath quickly before reconnecting your lips and letting his hands travel down your back.

"Why'd y'all break up again?" Barry asks, bringing your pre rolls to you per request.

"Can't stop cheating on each other." You both say simultaneously as you take them from his hand and put them in your purse.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

the lack of cater content is kinda funny and scary at the same time😭

thoughts abt him? heck do u even think abt this ginger??

I do like Cater and it is a shame he isn't more popular! I blame it on how he's written and underutilized. Seriously, sometimes he's just there or overused for sillies. He's a very complex character who never gets to shine, especially with that sorta depression.

And theres all sortsa lil tidbits there. Like he's Older than Vil (imagine him Jack and Vil playing together once as kids). He's one of the ones that's more openly implied to be Bi in JPN.

He wasn't in the book as much, but when he was there, he felt more real than the game and was memorable. Closer to the JPN version. Seriously, he says some silly shit. But there is a scene where Yuuya and the Dumbass Trio all have a sleepover and Cater, despite the jokes, says he wishes he could go. (How much of a joke is it? He want to feel like he means something. He wants a friend.)

He is a people pleaser to the extreme! Imagine that potential.

****

You and Cater are at the skatepark, sitting on a ledge as the sun goes down, catching your breaths. He smiling genuinely and laughing a bit before leaning back and relaxing, a more casual expression on him now. One thats Cater.

You're the only one who truly knows. Only one he can open up to. I mean he was nearing a breaking point, he needed someone to talk to and you were just so persistent.

Tomorrow, he will have to do it all over again, and he feels so exhausted. He takes a breath in and sigh, frowning just a bit.

"You don't have to keep acting for others, you know?"

Cater just gives a smile, and you already know what it means. It was a feeble attempt really, these things take time. He appreciates it, he really does, but he's not ready for that yet. All he knows is Cay-Cay and to change that is cray-cray! So can you please just hold his heart a little longer before you leave him too?

Of course you can Ramshackle Prefect! It's your job to help others! You can keep up the balancing act for another friend, especially one as close as him. You can hold everyone's heart but your own, being pulled each way and swaying so you don't tip over and break them.

You also put on an act. One that no one, not even Jamil, or Azul, or Leona has seen through. One that not even your closest friends, not even Grim, has seen through. It's practically who you are at this point and it's maddening, so of course you get it.

How hypocritical of them. They're sorry Cater.

***

Anyways yeah please give this card more meaningful screentime and Trey too. He isn't some little softie he is a secret menace.

[iexistforidkwhatreason]

My experience with Lumii/HoneyStarlightz/Lumiidere/Lumii after dark/KiramekiCookie

I have to get this out of my system because I'm deadass tired of watching this person wander around as if they're innocent when they aren't, and I'm also annoyed because of people not noticing what this person does behind the scenes because it now takes one quick Google Search using the prompt "Luca Wii Sports" to go down the rabbit hole. This is about HoneyStarlightz/Lumii.

Lemme begin with the minor stuff. So you know how Lumii has a massive grudge against me because of most of, if not all the stuff I drew in my DeviantArt account? Almost everything there was drawn when I was a FUCKING MINOR. I am 20 years old as we speak, and most of the drawings Lumii mentions happened BEFORE MY 18TH BIRTHDAY on the 1st of December, 2021, and I'll admit, during most of that time, I was a dumbass, immature, and an edgelord. I then stopped posting anything bloody and/or revealing but continued to post harmless drawings before my 18th birthday happened. October 11th of last year was when I stopped posting on that account all together because I found out that DeviantArt was blaming Hamas and Hamas only for the Palestinian deaths and making it as if the Israel military didn't do a thing to innocent lives in Palestine after Hamas attacked.

Next, we have them making me look like an asshole for shipping Luca with Abby (The one shipart I made of the two apparently traumatized them). Back when I was 17, I decided to draw Abby and Luca, two Miis I'm not a fan of, nor close to, as a couple because I thought shipping the two was a good idea. I then posted the finished product on the 23rd of January, 2021. The drawing was not meant to traumatize anyone. It was JUST. SHIP. ART. OF. ABBY. &. LUCA. The only bad thing about that drawing was that I shoved my opinion of the two Miis down people's throats in the description by asking how the hell do people like them because to me, they're just not fun to play against at all, and even then, it was drawn three to four years ago, and I don't even ship the two anymore. I ship Abby with Wii U Barbara now. Mate, I didn't even know Lumii EXISTED back then, let alone know they had a massive love for Luca.

Next, there's the clear as day hipocrisy that people have yet to notice somehow. So you know how Lumii has "Opinion Bashers" on their DNI list, right? On that same list, they also have people that hate, despise, even dislike Luca, instantly making them a hypocrite because they said they don't want to interact with people who just cannot tolerate others having a different opinion while also saying that if you think Luca is not a good Mii, you're instantly on their shit list. Also, they said no exceptions, meaning you can be the nicest person in the world, but if you dislike Luca, go fuck yourself.

I have several friends that like Luca a lot, some of which are here on Tumblr. I do not like Luca. We get along perfectly fine. I don't understand why they feel like Luca haters and Luca lovers can't co-exist when they clearly can. Just don't be an ass to others when it comes to what you think of the character, mate.

Lastly, we have the fact that they cannot take criticism. They said criticism is prohibited on their DeviantArt profile, which means that you can say anything positive about their art, but if you say anything negative, then nope. Get out. Oh, I'm so sorry I gave you a harmless critique that was just saying what I didn't like and how you can improve. I apologize.

Seriously tho, how sensitive can you be to the point where you prohibit people from critiquing your work? Or is it that they can't criticize you? Or is it both?

Now we go to the bigger stuff, starting with the TRANSPHOBIA ACCUSATIONS and obvious delusion. They said, and I quote "please shut the fuck up for calling him "Lucapoopa", "Boring", "Annoying", "Scum" and "Tedious" for the love of fucking god, he's fucking overhated and y'all are too harsh and transphobic at him, fucking hell".

Luca is not canonically trans. Don't even say he is because of unused data because I did my research, and the only unused data he has is facial hair related. Don't get me wrong, Luca being trans is a HC that I'm completely fine with. If you want to headcanon him as trans, fine by me. Trans rights all the way, mate. Don't fucking call people transphobic just for disliking Luca tho! Luca is not canonically trans, and even if he was, bold of Lumii to assume that someone that hates Luca hates him because he's trans. He appears as an opponent in three games and there's a chance that he might piss you off in all three.

How delusional do you have to be to see someone hate a character that isn't trans outside of your HC and go "Oh, they're transphobic"?

Next, there's fullblown insensitivity. I decided to check on DeviantArt for something, and I get a DM from someone. We had a chat about Lumii, and in that chat, they showed this...

Can you spot the insensitive part? Here, I'll make it easier for ya.

I'm completely fine with people giving dark backstories to Miis in their HC, but there's a line, and you crossed it. Can we not do rape related headcanons, please? I feel like that should go without saying because, oh, I dunno, that shit is OBVIOUSLY IN BAD TASTE!

Lastly, there's something I cannot show here because if I do, I'm going to get in trouble... It has to do with porn...

Lumii has a total of three accounts that I bumped into while looking at Luca images on Google that have porn of Miis on them. They have a Newgrounds account (KiramekiCookie), which has two drawings of Luca porn, a Bluesky account (Lumii after dark), which has twelve, and a Twitter/X account with the same name, which not only has porn of Luca, but of other Miis too... AND THERE'S AN UNGODLY AMOUNT OF IT, MOST OF IT BEING LUCA PORN! TELL ME YOU'RE OBSSESSED WITH OUT TELLING ME YOU'RE OBSSESSED!

I make YOU uncomfortable, Lumii? I make YOU uncomfortable?! You drew Luca laying eggs, you drew a worrying amount of Luca porn, and yet you have the AUDACITY to say I make YOU uncomfortable when you're obviously worse, you fucking hypocrite?! You drew art that is bound to make several people uncomfortable the moment they see it on the THREE ACCOUNTS you have, you falsely accuse people of transphobia, you obssess over Luca an unhealthy and uncomfortable amount, and yet I'M the one in the wrong because I drew ship art of Luca and Abby and art that has blood on it years ago?! I don't get your logic!

BTW, for those who say that this could've been resolved privately, it couldn't because Lumii has blocked me on DeviantArt, and they also blocked me on an old Tumblr account of theirs too, meaning that talking to them was out of the fucking question. They CLEARLY did not want to talk it out. They just wanted to avoid me entirely while also antagonize me for shit I did years ago that wasn't even that bad compared to the crap they did.

Lumii, if you manage to see this, which I know you will because I know you have a Discord and I know someone's gonna send a screenshot to you on there... All of this could've been avoided had you just been a better person.

[lemonhemlock]

I want to discuss why Criston having sex with Alicent is different.

Sex with Rhaenyra was about her sexual pleasure. It was about scratching that itch, which Criston is not for. He has a different view of sex. The act with Alicent has passion behind it. It's about two lost souls uniting and finding comfort in each other. So no he's not a hypocrite for not wanting to have sex with Rhaenyra. There's a deep emotional bond of devotion between the two.

He's allowed to feel used by Rhaenyra but be all Take Me to Church with Alicent and her WAP.

I won't touch on other points of why they aren't hypocrites for doing the devil's tango, as there are a variety of posts that articulate that but I have yet to see someone bring this up.(if they have good for them, great minds and all). Targaryen dick riders have a fucked up way of discussing SA and consent. That's all I'm saying that. (disclaimer this is not aimed at those who enjoy the Targs for being a fucked up dynasty and find them fascinating but those who think they are gods cause there's a difference.).

Welcome back, coffee queen! ☕Hope you're enjoying the new season 🫶

Love this take and your lexical choices crack me up!! I think that, at one point, Criston was a bit of a playboy, as he does explain with his own mouth that he's had dalliances in the past, but most of my thoughts on that I've put into this post here (so as to not repeat myself). Also this addition here. But, I agree that, fundamentally, Criston has had years to develop his feelings for Alicent, whereas, during his affair with Rhaenyra, he was a young man in awe of a pretty fairy tale princess. So it would make sense why his connection to Alicent would be deeper and more meaningful by now.

Also! People are allowed to "break up" and then get with someone else!

Haters forget that he can be legitimately upset at Rhaenyra not just because she unknowingly placed his life in danger, but also because she was so callous about it. She was proposing that they have occasional hook-ups, whereas he was ready to be very serious about her. So there was this disproportionate emotional involvement in their affair where Criston was risking a whole lot for someone who didn't really care for him, while Rhaenyra wanted casual sex and risked a slap on the wrist for it.

In any case, they quarreled and parted ways. Honestly, the reason doesn't even matter as much - who hasn't broken up with a bf/gf at some point over some dumbass reason, left and never looked back?* Are they supposed to hold a candle over that past relationship forever (regardless of how "legitimate" the grievances were)? The Dance of the Dragons didn't happen because of anything Criston did to Rhaenyra in revenge, she made a lot of bad political decisions herself to compound on the succession crisis engineered by her father. He is allowed to cross over to Alicent and "support" her side if he wants to; it's not the reason Rhaenyra got into trouble.

Not to mention that, after his mental breakdown and freaking suicide attempt, he's had years to contemplate the question of what being a knight and breaking one's vows means and what he boundaries he would be comfortable crossing. The Criston who's that's that me espresso with Alicent isn't the same Criston who slept with Rhaenyra and had a crisis of faith in the aftermath. He knows what he's getting into and he actively chooses to do so, isn't just put randomly in a situation from which he can't extricate himself.

*EDIT: Not that Criston's reason was dumbass, but even if it were, he's not beholden to being sexually available to Rhaenyra forever just because they fucked one time. (I feel like you have to include disclaimers for every gosh darned thing on this website). And the fact that Rhaenyra stans don't understand the concept of consent and how much it colours one's experience is just.... 🤦‍♀️

[and-231-others]

as an american going to a college in canada, my floormates are dumbasses. specifically the (most of) the guys.

the guys were/are rooting for trump because:

a) he was in home alone 2 b) he has an early lead c) he was president before

the girls are against trump because:

a) reproductive rights are good b) women's rights are good c) trans people should have rights d) trump is actually insane holy shit

I would like to address the following to my floormates that are rooting for trump on any level.

Hi, I don't actually know most of your names, but I'm trans, live in a democratic area, am afab, and would like to one day have gender-affirming care. if you're going to root for trump to any degree, please actually listen to me and the other people on our floor when we try to tell you that an incoming trump presidency would be a very bad thing on multiple levels, many of which will one day affect you

also if you're going to root for trump, do it with common decency, aka, please root for him for actual reasons and not reasons that are a fucking joke. of course "actual reasons" are also a fucking joke, but at least then I can assume you're somewhat educated about this election and I can properly inform you as to why you sound like a hypocrite and a dumbass when you open your mouth

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

More Pebble and Alpha being possessive dumbasses because I love them.

It's a stupid, petty game they're playing, Pebble is aware, and yet he can't resist engaging in it. Sitting in Ifrit's lap, leaning against his chest with his third glass of the night nonchalently dangling from his fingers, the earth ghoul chances a glance at Alpha, who's standing right up in Ivy's space, speaking low in his ear with a little smirk.

For a second, his yellow eyes find Pebble's, before going back to a half-flustered, half-exasperated Ivy.

Ifrit chuckles, drumming his fingers on Pebble's thigh.

"You two are ridiculous, you know that ?"

Pebble rolls his eyes, jabbing his elbow at Ifrit's ribs.

"No idea what your talking about."

To his credit, the fire ghoul takes it like a champ, barely wincing. Before Pebble can protest, Ifrit snatches his glass and downs the rest of it, then nudges the earth ghoul's hip.

"C'mon, if i'm to be used as a mean to make your hate-boyfriend jealous, we might as well dance, that's what parties are for, and Alpha's going to hate it."

Really, saying no to that isn't even an option, with Ifrit's puppy dog eyes and the prospect of riling Alpha up even more.

"My what now ?" Pebble bristles as he let himself be led to what the ghouls decided would be the dancefloor tonight, a rather large part of the common room freed of its usual countless seats and carpets.

Instead of answering, Ifrit shrugs and laughs noncommittally, hands settling on Pebble's waist.

The earth ghoul isn't much of a dancer, but with Ifrit leading, he can appreciate the pull and push of bodies following the music's rythm, the happy giggles and hushed comments weaving a second, intricate melody in the late night air.

Pebble catches glimpses of other couples moving around him and Ifrit ; Cumulus swaying with Cirrus, Chain, probably too drunk for this, hanging from Lake's neck, Mountain twirling Sunshine, Omega dipping Air with a deep laugh. Without Pebble realizing it, it brings a smile to his lips.

One that fades when Ifrit shifts them and like a compass always find north, Pebble's eyes focus on Alpha, holding Ivy close, hands far too low on his back to be polite. The fire ghoul's gaze flick up. His mouth is against Ivy's ear, trailing down his neck, his hands are just shy of gropping Ivy's ass, his thigh slotted between Ivy's legs, and yet Alpha's eyes stay steady on nothing but Pebble.

The earth ghoul has to supress a shudder. Alpha is too good at this, and Pebble is not sure what he could do to return the favor.

As if reading his mind, Ifrit bends down to whisper :

"Want me to bite you ? It'll drive him up the walls."

Pebble raises an eyebrow.

"Why are you so willing to piss Alpha off ?"

Ifrit gives him a sparkling grin.

"You forget he used to be my mentor. Nothing better than getting on his nerves now that he doesn't hold any authority over me anymore."

With a scoff, Pebble throws him an unimpressed stare.

"Right. You're acting like you couldn't just wip out your best kicked puppy face to have him folding, you hypocrite."

Unapologetic, Ifrit shurgs. Pebble thinks his offer over for about ten seconds, before catching a glimpse of Alpha slipping his hands under Ivy's shirt while still fucking staring at Pebble, and his mind is made up.

"Go on," the earth ghoul hisses, tilting his head to the side, "make sure he sees it."

And oh does Ifrit understand the assignement. Fisting a hand in Pebble's hair, baring his neck to the air, angling them so that Alpha can have a perfect view of Ifrit's fangs sinking into his skin, just hard enough to leave a mark and make pinpricks of blood well up.

Pebble makes a show of rolling his head back with a sigh, peering at Alpha through half-lidded eyes. In the dim light, the fire ghoul's face contorts in a possessive scowl.

Before he can brace himself, Pebble is grabbed by the collar of his shirt, Ifrit shoved out of the way. Alpha is not looking at him in the eyes anymore, locked in on the mark Ifrit left, a growl rumbling in his throat. The younger fire ghoul opens his mouth, but his ex mentor snaps his jaws at him in a clear warning.

"Stay out of this if you know what's good for you," Alpha seethes, before tugging Pebble out of the room. The earth ghoul gets a glimpse of Ivy, shaking his head in their direction with a laugh, before he's whisked away by a very horny, very frustrated fire ghoul.

Alpha's grip is unyielding, his voice charged like a cloud before a storm when he slips a hand under Pebble's jaw, tilting his head to inspect his neck.

"I'll fucking carve his mark out."

The blood rushes to Pebble's dick so fast his knees nearly give out.

(When Pebble cums, it's with Alpha's fangs plunged deep, deep in his flesh, entirely remaking the bite mark into his.)

[blushweddinggowns]

When Steve’s mom forced him to get a tutor for biology, he was not happy.  Frankly, he was pissed. Sure he was sitting on a solid D- and yeah he wasn’t exactly known for his academic prowess, but it still sucked. He didn’t have time for tutoring. He had things to do, especially when it came to Sundays. It was one of only two days a week when Steve got Eddie all to himself, no band practice, no sports, no Hellfire, just the two of them. 

But Eddie, the goddamn hypocrite was actually on his mom’s side.

“I’m just saying that it would help with the college thing.” He said, rolling his eyes at the way Steve glared at him. Maybe it would have been more intimidating if he wasn’t currently straddling his lap and playing with a piece of Eddie’s hair, but Steve was too comfortable to move, even if he was pissy. 

“Y’know, there’s a solid chance nothing I do will be good enough for a college.”

“Well then at least we can say you tried, can't we?"

“I’m just saying, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment if you think I’m just going to start academically succeeding out of nowhere. My dumbass won’t be our ticket out of here,”  Steve sighed, ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes softened at his words. He was staring downward, eyes focused on a suddenly interesting bleach stain on Eddie’s shirt. 

"You’re not stupid Stevie."

And as sweet as that was, it wasn’t true. He was a straight C- student on a good year, and that took effort. And yeah, the two of them may be in the same ballpark with their grades, but it was different. Eddie was actually smart, just not when it came to people outside of Wayne and Steve telling him what to do. He taught himself how to draw, how to write, Jesus, he basically taught himself how to read, all while living in a house from hell for his formative years. He didn’t know what it was like to be truly dumb. He missed 2⁄3 of middle school and he was still doing better in English than Steve was. 

Steve could feel his eyes start to get wet as he sniffed, instantly annoyed at himself for getting emotional over something so stupid. But at least it fits the profile, stupid people do stupid things. 

He didn’t fight it when Eddie hooked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at him. He kissed him first, two light pecks to his lips before mumbling against his mouth, “I could never be disappointed in you. You could drop out tomorrow and I’d still love you as much as I do now.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile a little at that, “Yeah?”

“You know I would. And well…in all honesty babe I always thought drug price inflation was going to be our ticket out of here. I have been overcharging ninth graders for like, a year and a half now.”

Steve smacked his lightly in the chest for that, even if it made him laugh, “Ass. If you can’t trust your local drug dealer then who can you trust?”

“Not my fault I have a family to take care of,” Eddie grinned, swooping in for another kiss, "But seriously baby you're not stupid."

Steve opened his mouth to argue but Eddie slapped a hand over it before he had a chance, “And I know you don’t want to hear it but you’re not. Who was the one to find out that Rick was shortchanging me?”

Steve rolled his eyes. That didn’t even count. He was just the first one to notice that the numbers Rick had written didn’t match up with what the scale said, and the first one to threaten him over it. Eddie would have figured it out eventually. 

But he let it go, mumbling beneath his hand,  “I did.”

“And who saved us fifty bucks in rent after threatening the landlord with a lawsuit?”

That…that shouldn’t have counted either. Steve had been on a cleaning kick that day and just happened to stumble across an old copy of their lease. And he only read through it because he was bored waiting for Eddie to come home. And the only reason he knew there were violations was because he spent nearly 80 percent of his time there, and yeah maybe he was good at threatening people with legal jargon, but that was only because he retained shit he’d heard from his dad.

“I did but-”

“But nothing,” Eddie interrupted, “Because you were also the guy who actually paid attention during CPR class and saved that lady from drowning sophomore year. And you’re managing to scam your parents into giving you money while banging gay trailer trash. If that’s not smart, I don’t know what is. So I think that you're more than capable of passing a biology midterm. And even if you're not it won’t erase all of the other things you’ve done. Understand?”

Steve blushed, a confusing mix of annoyed and pleased at the praise. Part of him still wanted to fight him, even if everything he said was technically true. But a bigger part wanted to get back to kissing him, and he knew Eddie wouldn’t let it go without him conceding at least a little. 

“I understand,” Steve sighed, “But if I’m a big fat failure at this you’re still contractually obligated to love me.”

He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, eyes darting to his lips every few seconds while Eddie chuckled, “Baby, you could try to kill me and I’d still love you.”

Steve leaned back in, tired of waiting. He licked over Eddie’s lips, smiling when he obediently opened his mouth so he could slip his tongue inside. Besides, maybe he was right, maybe Steve could handle it, but it didn’t matter either way. As long as Eddie loved him, he’d be fine. 

And that’s how Steve found himself being shaken awake by Eddie on a Sunday for freaking studying. Yeah the make-out session from last week had been pretty convincing but it was a whole different thing in the light of day. 

He groaned at the sound of Eddie’s voice, purposefully loud as he sang out, “Time to wake up sunshine! You got some learning to do!”

Steve buried his face in his pillow, groaning again when Eddie took that as an invite to sit on him. He leaned over, whispering in his ear, “If you wake up now I’ll make it worth your while.”

Steve giggled, immediately charmed by the asshole who was already starting to tickle his sides, “What, like you did last night? How are you going to top that?”

Eddie whispered a few more things in his ear, some very interesting things that suddenly left certain parts of Steve very much awake. He pushed Eddie off of him before jumping out of bed, scrambling to put on the loosest pair of sweats he owned while Eddie laughed behind him. 

They went downstairs together, and somehow Steve only managed to embarrass himself twice during the whole interaction. It helped that Nancy ended up being  one of the most patient people on the planet, always willing to re-explain the things that Steve didn’t get on the first try. It helped even more knowing that Eddie was in the other room, like his presence alone was his own personal security blanket, even if all he was doing was snoring on the couch. 

The whole thing wasn’t nearly as bad as Steve had been expecting. He had kind of thought that the daughter of someone who could stand to be friends with his mom would be…well a bitch. But Nancy was nothing like that. She was straightforward and to the point, but also kind with 0 condescension to Steve’s lack of studying skills. 

They drove her home after, and he had to admit she dealt with him and Eddie bickering over the radio like a champ. Eventually she just threw her hands up and batted both of them away, with a stern, “Passenger side gets to pick!”

But at least he knew who ABBA was now, and Steve was a pretty big fan of both their music and the way it made Eddie cringe. He kept it on the whole ride home and surprisingly enough, he was actually looking forward to their next session. 

He thought that would be the next time he saw her, so imagine his surprise when he walked into first period with Nancy Wheeler already seated by the window, a book in hand. That was new. He walked up to her, taking the desk in front so he could turn back. She didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in her book. He gently tapped on her desk, knowing from previous experience that it was really easy to jumpscare people when they were absorbed in reading.

She glanced up at him, surprise written all over her face. Which made sense, this was probably the first class they’d ever had together.

He smiled at her, “When did you get added to this class?”

Steve frowned when she looked away from him before answering, voice quiet, “I’ve uh, been here all year actually.”

Steve blinked at her, stomach twisting in a knot. Oh. Oh no. Could he look like a bigger dick? But maybe he could still save this, “Oh. Then I guess this is what you meant when you said we’ve met before?”

Nancy shook her head, still looking anywhere but at Steve’s face, “It was uh, actually last year? We were lab partners in Mrs. Kay's chemistry class. And um, I guess as a warning I’m also in your History class. And uh, Biology. That’s why I’m your tutor.”

Steve stared at her, mouth opening and closing like an idiot. He knew that he was a bit notorious for his one track mind, but he didn’t realize that it was that bad, “I am so sorry.”

She shrugged, “It’s not your fault I’m forgettable.”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but the next thing he knew he was being shushed by the teacher and Nancy was already back to reading. He wiped a hand down his face, mind already racing on just what he could do to make up for accidentally ignoring her existence for a year plus. But by the time class ended and he turned around she was already walking out of the door. 

She was fast for such a little person. And despite the fact that they apparently had three classes together he couldn’t manage to catch her once. He whined to Eddie about it the whole way home, glaring at him when he had the audacity to laugh. Steve was still pouting about it by the time they walked through the front door of the trailer, especially since Eddie was still giggling behind him. 

“Babe, I said I was sorry! And hey, at least you didn’t fake date her right?”

Steve groaned as he flopped down into their bed, only the slightest bit appeased when he felt Eddie tug his shoes off for him, “Lab partners is so much worse. I didn’t even know her name until last week. I’m awful.”

“Oh come on, you can still win her over!” Eddie said as he plopped down next to him, laughing when Steve immediately started to play with his hair, “You just got to use some of that signature Harrington charm.”

Steve sighed as he twisted a lock of Eddie's hair around his finger, trying and failing to make his brain come up with an answer. But then it hit him, “Hey, do you still have enough stuff here to make more muffins?”

Eddie raised a brow at him, “Are you going to try and bribe her into liking you with chocolate?”

“If you make them for me I will,”  Steve was trying to put on his most convincing face, the cute one that almost always got Eddie to do what he wanted. And it seemed to be working if the way his eyes softened was anything to go by. 

Eddie sighed, pretending to think about it for a second, “What’s in it for me?”

Steve leaned into kiss him, two quick pecks to the side of his mouth before saying, “My undying love?”

Steve loved how something so corny was enough to make Eddie melt, “Deal.”

God, he was so easy. 

He left Eddie to bake while he drove all the way back to his house. There were a lot of other things he’d rather be doing than digging around in his mom’s desolate wrapping paper drawer in the middle of the night, but he made it work. 

By the time he got back to the trailer they were baked and cooled, and Steve made sure to give Eddie a thorough kiss for his efforts. He wrapped a few of them up in some purple cellophane, paired with a pink and white bow, the least ugly combination he was able to find at one a.m.

He added a small white card, scribbling a little something into it before presenting it to Eddie in bed, “Tada! What do you think?”

Eddie laughed as he took it from him to inspect, in good spirits despite the fact that Steve insisted he stayed awake until it was finished. He seemed just as impressed with his handiwork as Steve was, “I think it’s perfect."

Steve preened, “You think she’ll like it?”

“She’ll love it,” Eddie reassured before gently placing it on the nightstand. He grabbed Steve’s arm, hauling him down from his sitting position to nearly laying on top of him before grabbing a blanket to cover them both up in, “Now can we please go to sleep?”

Steve didn’t argue when Eddie went to turn off the light. He was right, especially since he was going to make them wake up early on top of it.

The next morning Steve was actually in class early. For the first time in well…ever. But Nancy had still beat him there. She was in her usual place, nose in her book. She didn’t even look up when Steve sat in front of her, but she did startle a bit when he dropped the gift on her desk. 

He grinned at her, way too excited for her reaction, “These are for you! To say I’m sorry for y’know. Being oblivious.”

Nancy looked at the muffins and back to Steve, a small smile slowly growing on her face, “You made me apology muffins?”

“Well…Eddie made them,” Steve admitted, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “But I helped! And did the decorating and wrote the card.”

Nancy plucked the small card off the ribbon. She read it out loud, her small smile transforming into a full blown grin, “‘I’m Sorry I’m an Asshole.’ I’m guessing you did the little frowny face too?”

Steve nodded, “I may have the art skills of a ten year old but I do mean it. You’re not forgettable Nancy. I’m just an inconsiderate moron. Okay?”

Nancy stared down at the gift in her hands before looking back to Steve, voice soft, “I…thanks. I appreciate that.”

They talked for a while after that and Steve was pretty sure he was planted firmly on the path of forgiveness. But he wanted to be 100 percent sure. He had made it this far, why not push a little more?

“Do you want to have lunch together today?”

Nancy looked more than a little surprised at the request, “Oh, I already have plans with Barb.”

Steve shrugged, “She can come too. The four of us can go to Benny's and get some burgers or something.”

“Isn’t that against school rules?”

Steve smiled to himself. He forgot for a second that he was talking to a goody two shoes over here, “Only if you get caught. And if we did Eddie and I would take the blame, scout’s honor.”

She bit her lip, hesitating before finally nodding her head, “If Barb says yes then, um, sure.”

That was good enough for Steve, even if he had no clue who Barb was. But he’d trust Nancy’s judgment. And surprisingly the whole thing goes a lot better than Steve had been expecting. He was a little scared that their table would be dead quiet after they all realized they had nothing in common, a completely unfounded fear considering that Eddie was with them. He had a knack for getting people to open their mouths, even if it was only to tell him to shut up. And that little skill was great to get both girls to open up a little. 

Turns out Steve and Nancy actually had something in common, a mutual love for Blondies, in particular Heart of Glass, while Barb and Eddie both agreed that it was one of the most annoying things they’d ever heard. They created a united front to tease them both over it, and Nancy and Steve bonded over just how misunderstood Deborah Harry was. 

It was fun, fun enough for Eddie to invite them both to lunch more and more often. Nancy says yes more than Barb, who is surprisingly busy with a few of her extracurriculars. But it’s still fun. Nancy’s fun. And soon spending lunch together turns into inviting her over to watch a movies with him and Eddie at the trailer, or getting food while Eddie was caught up in Hellfire or Band practice. 

It all snowballs into the two of them spending a lot more time together, most of it outside of their tutoring sessions. And Steve was starting to think that he had actually managed to make a friend.  The real cincher is just how well she gets along with Eddie, and watching them both laugh together was enough to make Steve feel all warm and happy inside. 

Because he likes Nancy. Like, really likes her. Like doesn’t want to throw her to the wayside likes her. She’s smart and kind, a little strict in a weird but pleasant way. And sometimes he’ll look at her and Barb doing something, something as casual as whispering to each other at  the lockers, all smiles and shared secrets, and Steve can’t help but want that. 

Because he doesn’t really have his own friends outside of Eddie. He has his teammates sure, but it’s not like he can let himself get too close to them. Then there were Eddie’s friends, and they were all great, really, but they weren’t…his. There was Wayne, but as much as he loved him he’d always be more of a parent then a friend. That said, Eddie was still his best friend. He loved Eddie, he loved Eddie more than anything on the planet. 

But he can’t…talk to Eddie about Eddie. And yeah, maybe it was a bit too feminine to want to gossip about your boyfriend at the lockers with a new girl bestie. But then again, he probably lost his “man” card the second he shoved his tongue down Eddie's throat for the first time. And it’s not just that he wants someone to talk about his relationship. He wants her to be able to talk to him too. Whether it be her own crushes or complaining about her parents, he wanted to connect with her more. It sounded…fun. Maybe gay as hell but whatever. Technically it was fitting. 

But he knew that he couldn’t have that if he didn’t tell her the truth. 

~

 From this fic, and the 1.5 Part of this post

Part 2 Part 3

@missarte-beltane

Idk tag etiquette so I only added the person who asked for it because I don't want to be annoying! But if you want to be added let me know!

[doueverwonder]

uhh some tattoo hc for Indy, but I cant draw so I have to badly explain.

Obligatory flag tattoo, he has the circle of 13 stars on his mid forearm, then the 5 a bit lower down and Indiana’s star (the biggest one) right on top of where you can feel someone’s pulse in their wrist. (They’re like around his arm like bracelets if that makes sense)

Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois have matching cardinal tattoos bc they're dumb and thought it would be cool and they all have the same state bird <3

he is a dumbass and has a soybean plant tattooed on himself somewhere send tweet

bc he's silly and in love he got a camellia (Alabama's state flower) tattoo.

(Bama was like "wow can't believe you're that obsessed with me" but he's a hypocrite bc a month later he got a peony (Indiana's state flower) tattoo bc they're equally obsessed with each other amen)

I'm so sorry but he has a bible verse tattoo, idk what verse, idk where it is. but he does. (with how anxious this guy is it's probably smth from Psalm 23)

Checkered flags bc he's a nascar nerd since birth and he was born 132 years before nascar started.

He almost got a parks and rec inspired tattoo and Illinois being a good friend did his best to stop him from making that mistake.

Indy did not get the one originally planned but did get a waffle bc of jj's diner in the show. it was the compromise.

he's got the basic great lakes outline.

i know fundamentally he probably has a whole American flag sleeve just bc of how many people around here have them but I don't want to think about it.

uhh yeah that's all.

[leclercskiesahead]

There's something genuinely wrong with you.

1. "Oh wow I missed the part where Carlos is Charles’ ‘future’ teammate instead of his current one. Some basic reading comprehension is highly recommended but I’m not surprised. You chirlies all seem to lack it." I never said you're talking about Carlos I said the character traits you have mentioned belong to CARLOS SAINZ and I simply gave you the recent examples would you like some more?

2. "Charles pushed Lewis off track when defending and later did another dangerous move in Monza 2019. And he’d already been black and white flagged btw. He was extremely lucky not to be penalised. If everything you claim Carlos did in Monza was illegal (casually left out Charles’ own lockup) then Monza 2019 was a slam dunk Lewis win."

I have included a video which you I'm sure didn't watch is from Jolyon Palmer who is unfortunately not a "Chirlie" saying its an illegal move which you lot refuse to accept because it wasn't broadcasted. Secondly it was Carlos who was risking the result because HE WAS MOVING UNDER BREAKING so if you call Charles move illegal that means Carlos is worse no? Just because he was not black and white flagged as you claim Ferrari drivers are not penalised in Monza right? So that cancels out your whole argument

3. "In China, Charles himself missed the apex so he can’t complain about anything anyone else does." EXCUSE ME???? EXCUSE ME????

It was CARLOS SAINZ WHO MISSED THE APEX you really never watched a single session in your live haven't you? Attached the video. Again it's a slam dunk penalty but Carlos is not investigated because it's a teammate incident https://x.com/EllySensei_/status/1781548681822601268?t=XN4jWqzS0GXW0o98B7G1Ng&s=19

4. Fred himself refuted the so called “damage” in Barcelona that Charles claimed he got on his car from “contact” with Carlos. Charles was just pulling excuses out of his ass.

The picture I added literally has the piece of front wing you dumbass at least bother to look but don't worry I'll point that out for you.

5. All 3 examples you want to bring up are just pure hard racing and it seems Charles can’t handle that because he complained about all of them except funnily enough, Monza. Maybe he knows he got lucky. Good for him! He’s not a hypocrite!

Wow wow wow moving under braking pushing teammate off track twice and hitting your teammate is now hard racing. I can give you more examples but you're the hypocrite here. And you're proud about being dumb as well it's actually insane.

6. "And if Singapore is soooooo hard to overtake on then Charles’ volunteering to start on softs would have gotten him P2, already an improvement from his own qualifying. Wow what a sacrifice."

LOL are you actually that dense or pretend to be? He was on softs he was faster than Carlos he would've overtaken Carlos he literally sacrificed his race by staying behind Carlos because Carlos was so much slower than George he would've been vulnerable and he would've burned his tyres which is Carlos' speciality. He created the FIVE SECOND buffer that helped Carlos. Again stay ungrateful but there's a reason your driver is not hired and it's because of this.

7. "I actually praised him back then for volunteering to start on softs in Singapore. But doing that and being so hurt (not even disappointed at his own result - HURT by another driver doing well, so bad that his coach feels compelled to bring it up publicly) by the result shows that he can’t handle the realities of F1."

CHARLES CAN'T HANDLE THE REALITIES OF F1 ????? CHARLES LECLERC??? what world are you living in must be nice to live with these delusions. Your driver was crying literally crying about a penalty.

Secondly you didn't even listen to the actual podcast you are so bitter about a clickbait article from Lawrence Baretto. Must he so easy to fool you lot irl.

Thirdly "his coach" is not some random loser he has worked with Lewis Hamilton & Michael Schumacher I'd say he knows what to say better than Lawrence Baretto's clickbait articles

Must be nice being this dumb in real life where you can just ignore selective parts of reality

Well you’re the one choosing to talk to me. If I’m so dumb why do you bother?

Charles instigated the Monza fight. He is the one who put them both at risk. And when Lewis instigated him in 2019 he was even more dangerous by chucking Lewis onto the grass where dangerous crashes have actually occured but Lewis was smart enough to back off because his championship lead wasn’t worth the danger (Lewis said this himself btw).

You know what I’m actually dumb. I really don’t see the fucking difference in the front wing. But even if I’m truly blind. Fred himself said they didn’t see any damage on the data so is that part really so significant. In fact considering their updates in Spain failed it might not have even made a difference.

Carlos *appearing* slower than George in Singapore - as the radio goes, yeah, that’s on purpose. Ferrari never intended to show its top speed at that race. And did it matter? When George chased down Carlos on equal tyres in the second stint, he never managed to pass. So Charles was not under threat of getting overtaken by George staying in P2. So it’s hardly a sacrifice - he had already gained one from his qualifying position. If he wants to race for the win, too bad, he should have chosen a different weekend to qualify better than Carlos. He should have sucked it up for once and he did try, no? He suggested to use softs himself. He was clearly reluctant to pull the gap Ferrari told him to. But he did it despite the reluctance. Good for him! Then it turns out he didn’t handle it too well emotionally and felt hurt.

And please show me the Carlos track record of burning his tyres because he’s not been regarded at Checo’s level but he’s never been considered hard on his tyres either.

And yes I’m saying it - Charles can’t handle the realities of F1. Well, he pushes through it. He wouldn’t be a professional athlete if he didn’t. But they affect him A LOT and it shows in various ways. If he’s so much better than Carlos then one single Carlos win shouldn’t shake him so much. It should just be a blip. Be disappointed then move on. Being hurt is a stretch.

And not just that, his career goes through extreme highs and lows and many lows could have been mitigated if he read the track situation better or - especially for Ferrari and their car development inconsistencies - focused on maximising the limits of his car instead of going over them. A lot of his bad performances came from the car being not the biggest shitbox, but also not competitive, and him trying to fight it instead of working within its limits. There’s a fine line between wanting to achieve more and being realistic with the tools (or tool - the car) at your disposal.

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Absolutely MIND-BOGGLING to me that DoggySatan goes and makes a whole account shitting on you, saying they want you to die, specifically looking up "trans" on your account just to try and find something to shit on you for (which, by the way, is the DEFINITION of bad faith intentions), stalk and harass you 24/7 and freakishly obsess over your posts like the stalker they are, and the SECOND that you fire back with some freaky shit that THEY'VE done, you're suddenly the bully in this situation? We all knew it already, but what a delusional fucking hypocrite POS of a human being. None of this would've had to happen if they'd just stopped obsessing over you so freakishly. People out here say "Well Chai does the same thing with Viv", and like, NO. If you seriously think those situations are the same, you're a major dumbass. People have broken down in detail WHY it is different so many times and these people are too ignorant and stupid to listen. DoggySatan, YOU are to blame for the way things have escalated. YOU are the one that was so obsessed that you dedicated an entire hate-stalking account to Chai. What's currently happening are the consequences of YOUR shitty actions. Stop crying like a little bitch and blaming everybody else when Chai was just retaliating to YOUR unhinged stalker behavior.

Btw, "October of last year" was only like, 5 months ago. Not a great defense. 🙄

For anyone just joining in, they've absolutely openly wished death on me and also my friends.